The aunt's throat was too loud, and her rough voice overwhelmed the noise of the passengers. While attracting everyone's attention, it also surprised the ten-year-old boy called Kuan Kuan.He dragged the box, stared blankly, and looked at his aunt. There was no surprise in his eyes, but a hint of embarrassment.I haven't seen each other for three years, and I'm bluffing in public. The aunt in front of me looks like an old girl in red. No matter how you look at it, she looks like a funny cartoon character.Ye Rutang pushed up his sunglasses, smiled and wanted to hug him: "Little Kuankuan, my aunt won't recognize me when I grow up." The boy dodged and leaned over to grab the box.Back then, the fat kid with a fluffy texture jumped up into a clothes rack, becoming angular from the inside out.

--------------- Aunt's Postmodern Life 1(1) --------------- Ye Rutang was wearing red silk short-sleeved sleeves, and was holding a big green umbrella, on which there were eight words written in Qianqian Wei's inscription: Hengkang Insurance, peace of mind for a lifetime.The image of a Baoding almost faded out.She arrived at the platform a little late, wearing a pair of sunglasses on her greasy face, which slipped onto the tip of her nose.The white leather shoes on the soles of the feet were so white that they seemed to be out of step, causing her fat body to fall sideways, and with her arms outstretched, she rushed straight in front of the half-grown boy, panting and shouting loudly: "Wu Kuan! ——Is it you? I don’t even recognize it, but it’s okay, oh, there’s a traffic jam, my aunt is 3 minutes and 20 seconds late!”

The aunt's throat was too loud, and her rough voice overwhelmed the noise of the passengers. While attracting everyone's attention, it also surprised the ten-year-old boy called Kuan Kuan.He dragged the box, stared blankly, and looked at his aunt. There was no surprise in his eyes, but a hint of embarrassment.I haven't seen each other for three years, and I'm bluffing in public. The aunt in front of me looks like an old girl in red. No matter how you look at it, she looks like a funny cartoon character.Ye Rutang pushed up his sunglasses, smiled and wanted to hug him: "Little Kuankuan, my aunt won't recognize me when I grow up." The boy dodged and leaned over to grab the box.Back then, the fat kid with a fluffy texture jumped up into a clothes rack, becoming angular from the inside out.

It was chattering all the way again, and when I walked outside the station, the dog-day sun was pouring on my head like boiling water, and my whole body was immediately dry and wet.Ye Rutang planned to call a taxi.She beckoned, and a red Volkswagen drove up, but she didn't get in the car immediately, but stretched her head to see which company was marked outside the door, and after seeing it clearly, she waved her hand to let the driver drive away.Continue to wait eagerly.The next time she beckoned, a Green Volkswagen drove up, she still stared wide-eyed to see which company's name on the body, and muttered: "It's from Xilai Company again, we don't want it." The driver was displeased, and gave the old girl in red a white look. , leave.It is said that my aunt's house is not far from the train station, about a quarter of an hour away.At this time, Kuan Kuan and his aunt were already sweating profusely. Kuan Kuan didn't sleep well on the train, and he didn't eat breakfast, but before getting off the train, he was holding back his urine. He bowed his waist and frowned and asked, "It's too hot Come on, let’s go home, why don’t you sit down?” Ye Rutang wiped his sweat and said, “Your eyes are good, if you see Nuanyang Company, please wave!” He was puzzled: “There are so many cars on the road, why do you have to be warm? of?"

Ye Rutang looked at the boy, and said seriously, "Shanghai's taxi service has a brand name! Which company provides the best service, and which taxi will I take? A few days ago, the people of the Evening News voted that Nuanyangyang's company is the best!" In this way, Under the scorching sun, the two waited infatuatedly for a "warm" taxi.While talking, several cars passed by in front of him, and Ye Rutang identified them one by one, and none of them were correct.Kuan Kuan couldn't wait any longer, he waved his hand when he saw the car, and stuffed the box in without waiting for Ye Rutang to stop him, saying, "What brand or not, I'm home early at this time. Get in the car, auntie." Ye Rutang sat in the driver's seat The side is still nagging: "What are you in a hurry for, kid. Oh, if you spend money on services, you can still pick them up... Fortunately, the interior of this car is quite refreshing."

Kuan Kuan replied impatiently: "Isn't it just a dozen yuan. As for it." Ye Rutang raised his eyes from under the sunglasses: "Ten yuan is also a banknote." Kuan Kuan said angrily: "I will pay the fare! My mother will pay for it." I have money!" Kuan Kuan's mother, Ye Rulan, just called at this time, dialed her son's cell phone, and asked urgently, "Is Kuan Kuan? Have you arrived in Shanghai? Did your aunt pick you up?..." The son replied in a low voice, "It's here! Yes! Yes." Ye Rulan asked again: "Didn't I tell you to tell mom that you're safe when you arrive?" "You haven't arrived yet, let's bake meat pies on the road!" The son said impatiently. "What's the matter with you, Kuan Kuan, why are you unhappy?" The mother didn't mention it, but she let her son find someone to vent his anger on, and said, "Why are you happy? Okay, Mom, I'm so depressed!" Hang up.

The broad summer vacation begins with this depressing day.Originally, he went well all the way to the first grade of junior high school, and he was the best in English in composition, so he joined Song Xiaobo basketball school.Unexpectedly, near the eve of the exam, he developed appendicitis and almost perforated while playing ball. He was sent to the hospital for surgery, recovery and rest, which naturally delayed the composition competition and the final exam, followed by the summer vacation.Kuan Kuan's father is studying for an MBA in the United States. He is the kind of person who likes to study in the classroom all his life.Her mother, Ye Rulan, works as a choreographer and director for a TV station. She is busy working like a mouse running around without distraction.Over the years, she has been confident, unique and clever in doing shows, and has always won applause, but she is especially mentally handicapped in dealing with nannies.Going around, looking for girls who do rough work at first, but after a few days of coming here, she quickly became a fashionable girl, and became a self-taught girl in Kyoto, who is lazy and lazy.These days, it is more difficult to find a skilled worker who is good at housework and cooking than to train a TV host.Kuan Kuan, who had just been discharged from the hospital, was left unattended at home, like a little orphan raised by a stepmother.Ye Rulan resigned her nanny in a fit of anger, determined to be self-reliant, and never again be exploited and oppressed by the villagers.She just adjusted her work rhythm, went to the supermarket to buy food, filled the refrigerator and prepared to come back every night to nourish her son, and cook with all her heart.Unfortunately, the leader informed her to go to the West for a one-month interview to make a feature film, so Kuan Kuan could only deposit small items, and sent a train ticket directly to her sister's home in Shanghai.Ye Rutang's family had already placed their children in custody many times, and besides, the aunt who has been single for many years likes Kuan Kuan the most.

Children grow up with the wind, and my aunt looks at Kuan Kuan in front of her, and always scratches his head.He is taller than himself, his voice has changed into that of a rooster, bristles can be seen faintly on his lips, and he is also known for his temper.Adolescent children are as flammable and explosive as menopausal women. It has to be admitted that the way she ages is moving.I don't talk about coming and going when I was a child. After Kuan Kuan grew up to remember things, he saw that his aunt was always well-dressed.She claims to be a woman who likes to wear skirts all year round.That year, she went to Beijing to hold a professional meeting with high confidentiality, and stayed at home for a few days after the meeting. She has a melancholy and meditative demeanor, and her gestures are the usual style of ordinary intellectual women, like a serious Chinese teacher.She was wearing a white windbreaker with a long linen skirt, crimson color, square collar, neckline and cuffs all embroidered with branches.What impressed me most was that her two white hands were full of blue veins, and her arms were disharmoniously assembled with her slightly fat body, like a prosthetic limb.

--------------- Aunt's Postmodern Life 1(2) --------------- My aunt is very quiet when she doesn't speak. When she speaks, she uses harsh words, which seems to be too critical. She likes to express her opinions on everything.Kuan Kuan noticed that when she came, her mother Ye Rulan felt irritable, she had no choice but to hold back, she was very enthusiastic on the surface, and she wished that she would leave quickly. But Ye Rutang's own way of doing things made Kuan Kuan like this aunt a little bit.She's not one to let time pass by at will.When a woman is old, the most frightening thing is not her lack of beauty, but her lack of personality.Auntie is a little special, anyway, wherever she goes, she is very conspicuous, and she will not be confused with ordinary old ladies.It’s not like Aunt Cao next door and her second aunt, who are very popular and follow the crowd. They are called Twisting Yangko, and they must draw eyebrows and dance in the queue in the open space of the community; people say that buying welfare lottery tickets is important. Persevering, they rushed to send money on time every month; others said that the elderly should use their residual heat, and they had just taken a breath to enjoy the family happiness, but they immediately lifted their spirits, went to a meeting at the unit to listen to documents, and went to the talent center to recommend themselves and print them at their own expense. Small resumes are distributed all over the world, and everyone talks about how brilliant they were in the past.

Aunt Ye Rutang is different, despite her retirement age, she never associates with people like them, never stares at those vulgar TV series, and even less disdains to write articles like "Fengyue Tan" for newspapers.You must know that she was a talented student at Peking University back then. She knew a lot, was full of knowledge, and worked in a mysterious research institute all her life.Since ancient times, sages and sages have been so lonely—she said in an arrogant tone. Kuan Kuan couldn't understand why such a refined Aunt Ye Rutang lived alone.She vaguely knew that she was divorced long ago, but she always heard her aunt boasting about her wonderful daughter who was abroad.In other words, I have an adult cousin, but I have never met her for some reason.Once, I heard my mother Ye Rulan whispering to her aunt, as if she mentioned something about her daughter. When you said something, I said something homely. I deliberately lowered my voice and pricked up my ears until I couldn’t hear what I was saying. , I was extremely anxious.They couldn't fall asleep anyway, and then their voices became louder and louder.When Kuan Kuan heard his mother tell Ye Rutang that he was crying, he wiped his nose with tears and choked up, "Whose fault is it? Who would have thought that it would be such a fate?... They all said that this had something to do with my taking this step?... At that time, the child was still young, who would have thought that... this is the debt of my life!" Mother Ye Rulan scolded: "I didn't mean that, this page has been turned. You should live out yourself, I am angry at you for being stubborn , why bother to bear the cross and torture yourself?"

Ye Rutang said angrily: "I am thinking about the child, I am thinking about the child, but I am thinking about it wrong?" Ye Rulan said coldly: "You miss her, who misses you? The whole white-eyed wolf who doesn't know anything!" The aunt's voice suddenly fell down: "One day she will understand mother's heart..." Ye Rulan sighed: "One day you will be chilled by this pot of fire!" Hearing this, Kuan Kuan's nose became sore for no reason, and he felt a little pitiful for his aunt. Although Ye Rutang didn't let out a sound that night, he cried until his liver and intestines burst, and lay on the pillow sobbing until dawn. How did Ye Rulan know that Ye Rutang suddenly received a call saying that when Kuan Kuan wanted to store small items, she herself was very depressed.The reason for the depression was that the director was looking for her, and her director would not look for her easily.The director notified with a smile that the organization has decided that you should retire honorably.At that time, she had just completed a translation project that she thought was a milestone.For this grand project, she was exhausted for 18 months with disheveled hair and no one.However, she, Ye Rutang, has a quirk. She rejects computers psychologically and has to write with a pen.Crawling out word by word, and rewriting it several times, it is like running wildly with the manuscript paper in a dream.She looked at the thick two-foot-high manuscript, hummed a few lines of Peking opera with a sense of accomplishment, rewarded herself with a cup of Italian coffee, and squinted at the bright spring outside the window.The director opened the door and came in, walked to her desk, first took the fruit of her hard work, held it carefully in his arms, weighed it, and his face was full of joy, and then said about it, he said: " Thank you for your hard work! Oh, you won’t be coming tomorrow. You should have been notified earlier, you are on the list.” Immediately, she felt the pain of being taken away from her own flesh and blood, her heart was beating wildly, and she didn’t listen for a while. Know what he means, and even feel sorry, but don't know how to answer.Speaking of which, in the research institute, she is among the people who can retire or not. She is still 3 months old and has not yet reached 60. She has excellent education, high vocational education, excellent ability and experience, and her body is so good that she can breathe in the water. Swimming 2,000 meters, staying up late to catch up with work, and her subordinates can't beat her, so how can she obey him against her will? ! The 33 years of hard work came to an end in just three sentences. Ye Rutang sat in the office all day long, rummaging through the past before his eyes.No matter how awkward you are in your heart, you have to obey without a doubt.Ye Rutang's research institute compound is highly confidential and has always been managed militarily. She gave every piece of paper to the newcomer, and walked out of the gray building surrounded by holly bushes with guards standing guard forever.She hasn't suffered from insomnia for a long time, and every night she opens her eyes and flips the pancakes on the bed.However, there was another wave of small orgasms at the end, which diluted her depression.The director smiled and informed her again: "Old Ye is so lucky to take care of the retirees and go to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand for free!" In a panic, he followed the small flag of the tour group, and looked around the outside world with his eyes wide open.In Thailand, she was chased by a ladyboy to take pictures, and she was so panicked that she had to pose with the beautiful ladyboy with her arms around her. The expression in the photo was either fear or confusion. She summed it up in her words: "I have never taken advantage of the public. Finally corrupted!" From surprise to loneliness, after this perfect ending, she always wanted to let out a big throat from the swelling depression.Occasionally, she passed by Huilou, and out of thin air, there were more people she didn't know. She saw a group of beautiful girls and boys, shuttled back and forth, and no one paid any attention to her.Then I asked my old colleague where she was going, and told her that all retired people would go to the activity room in the east courtyard. She said angrily, "Why didn't I know there is an activity room in the east courtyard?" Since then, she has been doing housework full-time in her pajamas all day long, with a rosy face three times a day in front of the lampblack stove, making delicacies in the world.Complaining to Ye Rulan on the phone every day is a waste of time, life is too boring and tiring. --------------- Aunt's Postmodern Life 1(3) --------------- "This time Kuankuan is here, I don't have to eat alone." She said happily after carrying her suitcase into the house.Then, she began to remind her to change her shoes, wash her hands, and she made arrangements to eat.She instructed: "Kuankuan, I'll go buy fresh fish and watermelon. You wash your face yourself, the milk is in the refrigerator, have a snack first." After she finished speaking, she went out, the boy responded behind her, and rushed to the bathroom to drain the water.Aunt Ye Rutang lived in a high-rise apartment in the downtown area. Downstairs were the bustling shops and the busy viaduct, and she looked out the window at a gray area.Taking advantage of his aunt's absence, Kuan Kuan carefully examined the details of the room. There are two rooms and one living room, and the kitchen and bathroom are cramped everywhere.The small bed in the north room is undoubtedly a nest for him.The big room is full of pits and valleys, and flowers, calligraphy and paintings are hung everywhere, some are completed, some are semi-finished, presumably it is my aunt's study. At this moment, someone knocked on the door.The door was unlocked, so someone pushed it in and gave a feed. It was a tall old lady who smelled like fried fish, in gray clothes and pants, thin as a hairtail, and her movements were light.She is holding a golden cat with blue and green eyes, and it is estimated that her family name is very noble. She looked at the boy in surprise and asked: "The door is open, I assume someone is there, is Ye Rutang at home?" Kuan Kuan shook her head.She asked carefully again: "You just came here, are you her son?" "No, I'm her nephew." The gray hairtail shook his head twice and said, "Oh, no wonder, I saw her go out very well dressed early in the morning. After finishing speaking, he slid out of the door, and then turned around and said, "By the way, when Ye Rutang came back, he said that the neighbor had been here, and I helped her find a family through tutoring. Answer quickly so that I can go to try a job. My surname is Shui!" As soon as the gray hairtail fish went out, Kuankuan was holding the milk when he heard the phone ringing suddenly. He grabbed the receiver and heard a thick baritone voice: "Ye Rutang, it's me. I'm Wang Yinda." Kuankuan replied: "I'm sorry, I'm not Ye Rutang. I'm..." The other party couldn't hear Kuankuan's explanation clearly, and hurriedly said, "Oh, I made a mistake...she's not here, so I'll call back." A moment after hanging up, Ye Rutang was dripping with sweat entered the door.When the boy told her that the old lady surnamed Shui had come and said that a tutor had been found, Ye Rutang looked very excited and asked anxiously, "Is she holding a yellow cat?" Yes, so beautiful.Answer generously. My aunt asked nervously, "Has the cat come down? Where has it been in my room?!" "Didn't come down, hold on, what's the matter?" "Oh... I like pets, it's nothing." The aunt said. "Why do you need a trial job when you have an education like mine, tsk!" As for the call from the strange baritone, she was reserved and calm, and asked with a sullen face, "He asked you, how do you answer?" Then, she accused Said: "Why are you so rude? You should be more polite and say, I'm sorry, my aunt is not at home. Please leave a message. When my aunt comes back, I will call you back." After receiving such training, he immediately became annoyed, and retorted: "I'm not your secretary! Who knows what's wrong with you." Putting down the milk, he rushed into the small room, slammed the door, and curled up on the bed.Thinking angrily, my aunt has become so depressed, living such a hopeless life, boring! Ye Rutang was disturbed by whether to be a tutor or not, and Ye Rutang was restless, and he didn't have the mood to make dinner.Ever since she stepped back and left the mysterious compound, there have been endless ellipsis after the period.There are also many exclamation points with rich connotations. The director said that the discipline of secrecy work stipulates that secret personnel like Ye Rutang have to remain secret for 5 years after retirement.That is to say, it is against the rules to retreat behind closed doors for 5 years, to translate professional books or to join related businesses.But the competition in the market waits for no one. Seeing others making a lot of money, how can you meditate for three years and see the salary shrinking, how can you be as calm as water?It really made her anxious.Originally, she was treated as a cadre within the system, and her medical care was paid by the public. Now after the reform, she is under the overall plan for serious illnesses, but it did not cause a fatal blow at first.Ye Rutang's health is fine.However, people who eat whole grains can get sick, Ye Rutang has a toothache, toothache is not considered a disease, but it can kill people.She took a lot of anti-inflammatory drugs and it still hurts her brain. When she arrived at the hospital, she knew it was a root canal problem. The wages are all stuffed into the mouth.Just because of a big smelly tooth that no one can see.Ye Rutang, who always pays attention to dressing up, complained to his sister that he had never worn clothes worth thousands of yuan in his life.My quality of life was declining, and the dental problem made her see that the situation was serious.Life is too boring, suffocating, away from the boiling point of the world all day long, listening to concerts, watching movies, and going to the theater cost a lot of money, and the taste can only be shelved in a nostalgic mood. In the first week after retirement, Ye Rutang felt an unbearable loneliness and boredom.She cooked three meals a day, dragged the floor twice, and only answered one phone call, which was an official call to urge the phone bill.For the rest of the time, I just sit and watch TV in the living room, or sleep on the bed with the door closed.Unable to sleep, a tap in the kitchen was always making a ticking sound. When she got up and turned it, she suddenly realized how much time was for her, and the days were wasted day by day like tap water. That night, Ye Rutang attended the reunion of her classmates and mentioned the various gatherings called by those who were too lazy to answer. She said, hum, sitting in a circle, either someone's ex-wife or someone's ex-husband, nostalgia is boring.Now, she also stepped down from the altar and came here in person.I don’t know if I don’t go, I’m shocked when I go, the class reunion is really not just a place to eat, drink and get classic nostalgia, it’s a fashionable information trading supermarket, I’m really out of shape!If it is said that people of her age who she comforted herself before, they all said that they were the generation delayed by the Cultural Revolution, and they were contented and happy.It’s okay for everyone to live like this, but look at the old classmates at the dinner table, this one bought a big house, that one bought a high-end car, and some retired and both went abroad for a stroll in Europe and Australia, and even walked around at their own expense without blinking.She was getting more and more out of balance.When it was Ye Rutang's turn, she could only say reservedly: "My daughter is in Los Angeles, USA!" Then she kept interrupting, getting up, sitting down, and urging people to drink beer.Ye Rutang forced a smile, he didn't remember what he ate, he was stuffed in his chest, and wanted to pour it out. // --------------- Aunt's Postmodern Life 1(4) --------------- She began to blame herself secretly. Compared with them, she spent half her life in that compound, as if she had no life.Think back to when I was in college, a few girls were crooked, and they were inferior to me.Take Sun Xiaoling sitting next to her as an example. She slept in the lower bunk when she went to school.In the past, she always had a bitter melon face, but now she has a happy winter melon face, with brand-name packaging from head to toe, a joint stock company, and her son is a graduate student at Fudan University. Huang Lian smiled brilliantly.How much money you earn is one aspect, people are very fulfilling, and your personal value is certain.It's not like I'm a fool, I have nothing but a narrow profession and a pen.Intellectuals are the urban poor—this sentence deeply irritated her.Ye Rutang's biggest achievement at the reunion with his classmates was to warn himself: We can't separate ourselves from the masses in the future, we must maintain our state!Be sure to live a different life! If you can't be high, you can only be low. If you can't be a translator or a tutor, you will never leak the secrets.As a human being, you can only face the reality. Ye Rutang used the spirit of seizing the day to find something to do, and entrusted someone to a neighbor, so Gray Hairtail introduced her as a tutor.Unexpectedly, the parents still have to try a job, isn't it just to be a tutor for a child, with their hard academic qualifications and experience (experience is kept secret and can't be shown off), it is more than enough to teach even college students, let alone elementary school students.Originally, being a tutor was overqualified and low-paid, and the conditions were harsh and she had a trial job. She was very unhappy. Unhappy in her heart, she was holding back her discomfort, and while eating, she muttered to Kuan Kuan: "Hmph, where can I find a teacher like me? Hiring someone like me as a tutor is really worth it!" After dinner in a hurry, Ye Rutang arranged for Kuan Kuan to take a bath and watch TV, while he waited for the old lady to negotiate terms.She has already made up her mind to try a job after a trial job, and to withstand the baptism of the market economy. This job is the first step of the first three legs, and she has to do it with more money.The so-called negotiating conditions is nothing more than putting on airs and putting on airs. After all, I am not a college student or a working girl without a head looking for a job.After a while, the old lady surnamed Shui came and asked, "Ye Rutang, have you made up your mind? You must be in good health." Ye Rutang said in shock, "Didn't you ask me to carry the big bag?!" Hairtail leaned on the sofa and said emphatically: "Listen well, the baby girl surnamed Huang is 7 years old and very delicate. You send her to school in the morning; pick her up at three o'clock in the afternoon for snacks, and then you accompany her to do homework; Cook in the evening, wash the little clothes, serve the little girl, and wait for her grandparents to come home before you leave." Ye Rutang's eyes froze when she heard this, isn't this just a nanny?It's not as good as the tutoring I had originally imagined, but before she could get angry, Gray Hairtail added: "The monthly salary is 1,000 yuan." This figure is not small in Ye Rutang's eyes, and her pension is only 1,500 in pieces. Early the next morning, Kuan Kuan followed his aunt to the interview.The aunt was neat and brisk, and the reason why she took him there was also considered by Ye Rutang. After arriving at the house, the conversation reached an agreement. She can also use the excuse that her nephew came to visit suddenly from another place and asked her to take care of her to get away. The surname Huang lives in a new high-end apartment building, the smell of decoration is everywhere, and the teak floor has a newly waxed luster.The door is a small advertising company.Mr. Huang and his wife saw that they were the new nouveau riche who had settled in Shanghai surrounded by the countryside. When they opened the door, they saw an enamel pot upside down on the floor, and a puddle of milk and oatmeal was all over the floor.A yellow-haired girl stood there angrily, shouting: "I want to eat preserved egg porridge!" Looking at the room again, it seemed that the room had been robbed in chaos.Mr. Huang was rushing out with his tie on, nodding and bowing his head to say sorry. He spoke Zhejiang or Hunan dialect, with one sleeve of his suit pulled behind him, bent over to find his shoes, and grabbed a deep-fried dough stick and put it in his mouth. Upside down, Mrs. Huang tidied up behind her and asked Ye Rutang to sit down.Ye Rutang didn't sit down, she thought it was dirty, so she stood up and kept smiling.Mrs. Huang is short and dapper, dressed in brand-name packaging, with jewels and perfume smelling choking.When I saw the gentle and elegant half-aged old lady, I was very happy, and praised her for Ye Rutang's good temperament, not looking old, praised her for her good popularity, and also praised her for being lucky and meeting a good person.I didn't mention the job test, and I didn't ask Ye Rutang what the conditions were. I dragged her to introduce the room one by one, where the kitchen things were kept, what time did I go to school, how many streets did the school turn, what time was dinner, the taste of the family, and where the supermarket in the community was. Where, a lot of trivial matters made Ye Rutang dumbfounded. The yellow-haired girl stared at Kuan Kuan and Ye Rutang, tearing up the animation book, and her mother refused to call Mao Mao. "Maomao, call Teacher Ye quickly! Teacher Ye is here, please be obedient." Then, her mother said with a bitter face, don't forget to take medicine, this child has a bad stomach and intestines, and has diarrhea for several days in a row. The trousers are loose and in a mess.Her mother looked forward to Ye Rutang as if she was looking forward to a savior, and gave her a pair of new pants, signaling to change them for the girl.She found a long-sleeved apron for Ye Rutang in the kitchen, but Ye Rutang was tall, wearing her apron, the sleeves were short, like a waiter in a shop.After explaining it, she started pawing and pawing to find a clean place to sit, sitting down and crossing her legs to make phone calls, calling one after another, arrogantly, sometimes in her native language, sometimes in Mandarin, she could hear the business is booming, all over the country. From all corners of the country.Then, she made up in the mirror on the phone, drank fruit juice, and left with a smile on the phone. Ye Rutang just doesn't boast, and when he praises, he is very enthusiastic. He forgot to put on airs and get away. He held his breath and went to the bathroom to wash her loose pants for the child, which made her want to vomit.After cleaning up all kinds of garbage, she didn't take a sip of water. Wiping her sweat, she remembered that she should take medicine for the child first. She pulled the girl away from the TV and coaxed her to take medicine in a soft voice, but Maomao just didn't cooperate. After turning over the water glass, he just gritted his teeth and kept his mouth open, and even kicked people violently with his feet.Ye Rutang finally couldn't bear the anger anymore, she first pressed Mao Mao on the chair, pressed her legs, squeezed her small arms, pinched her nose and poured it for her, Mao Mao struggled while spraying the liquid medicine from his mouth, nourishing Ye Rutang With a face, the beautiful clothes are all dirty. // --------------- Aunt's Postmodern Life 1(5) --------------- Ye Rutang was hit hard on the first day.This kind of tutoring god can't be a god, it seems that 1,000 yuan is not easy to earn. She didn't get off work until eight or nine in the evening, and Kuan Kuan couldn't afford to accompany her, so she ran home to eat instant noodles at noon, and called her mother, Ye Rulan, to report to her mother. Where did your cleanliness go? Tell my aunt, can you find a job with a high IQ?!" //