Chapter 92 Chapter 4 How extravagant (1)

After leaving Hai'an's ward, Suyuan took the elevator downstairs. In order to accommodate the hospital beds, the elevator is shaped like an oversized coffin.Suyuan stood in the back, watching the patients coming in and out on each floor.There was a heaviness in the elevator going down, like her mood. A heart of Su Yuan, descending with the elevator, descending. It is said that everyone in this world is created equal, why does she think this is a world for special people?In the past few days, Suyuan often thinks of the days when she went to work with Hai Anjier and the others three years ago. That ridiculous club preparation company was an experience that she was not easy to mention to others during her seven-year working career, but It was her happiest time.

After going to work for the next three years, Su Yuan felt that she was ten years older.She was in charge of business work in an advertising agency, with three young subordinates, and shared a secretary with another business group.Nine to five is a lie. In fact, it is often so busy that it is nine to nine, plus the two-hour drive to and from get off work every day. After deducting the time for sleeping, there is only one day before midnight. Two hours to yourself. After working overtime and returning home, she was as tired as an old dog. She often thought, what's the point of such a life?On the days when she was lucky enough to go home early, she took the time to clean up the housework, ran to the bed after a quick grooming, and had a good sleep, happy like a puppy, and felt sad when she woke up. What is the meaning of life?

The years of dog faces.She laughed at herself about her work life like this.When she was a child, Suyuan always felt that she was very special. After seven years of class, she realized that she was too ordinary. This is a world for special people, especially smart people, rich people, or lucky people. people, like the landlord of her office building. She and her colleagues called the landlord "Tian Qiaozai".Tian Qiaozai is in his early thirties, but he has a fat belly in the late middle age. He wears a colorful Hong Kong shirt and a pair of gloomy sunglasses. There is always a trace of betel nut red in the corner of his mouth. .He is the son of the landlord here, and he especially likes to walk around the real estate in his name.An extra nail was nailed in the office, or a bonsai was moved, and Tian Qiaozai would be nagged endlessly. After the nagging, Tian Qiaozai drove away in his black Mercedes to inspect his next building.

Tian Qiaozai travels abroad four times a year and changes Mercedes-Benz cars once every two years.He will never need to work in his life. Looking at Tian Qiaozai's pudgy back, Su Yuan thought that she would not be able to afford one of his buildings if she worked for another 400 years. However, Tian Qiaozai hadn't even graduated from junior high school. A life of endless food and drink, because he is the son of a landlord, he is a very lucky person.Suyuan had read Jier's "The New Tenant Farmer Era", and she felt a deep dislike for this kind of emerging landlords.How unfair this society is, no wonder the new class of sharecroppers are eager to go to the front, dreaming of getting rich overnight and getting ahead, like rattan.

There are also those who completely give up on getting ahead and live a meek life, just like Suyuan's husband. "Then why do you work hard? Even if you work hard, you won't be worth a piece of land." My husband once said that. My husband is also a small business executive. After a day's work, he looks like an old dog when he comes home.He likes to wear a pair of loose underwear after taking a shower, lie on the bed, watch TV, and keep turning the channel. When he sees that he is sleepy in the middle of the night, he falls asleep with the remote control in his hand. Su Yuan sometimes leans beside him, watching TV, and watching the bowl of goldfish on TV.

There are no goldfish in the goldfish bowl, only a bowl of dry white sand.It was the sea sand that Su Yuan brought back from the beach of a small island in the South Seas.Suyuan has only been abroad once in her life, and it was on her honeymoon with her husband. Suyuan can't forget the sunny beach on the small island in Nanyang, the slanting coconut shadows on the beach, and the afternoon nap under the coconut shadows.At that time, her husband and she made sand castles with white sea sand, playing like children.Suyuan could never forget her husband's eyes at that time, like a happy big child, young, energetic, and curious, she couldn't help but kiss them.The sand in the goldfish bowl was as white as yesterday, but my husband's eyes became sleepy and he was too tired to finish reading the nightly news.

It was life that changed him. So Suyuan bought a set of Nobel Prize Literature Encyclopedia.She rearranged the more than forty books numbered according to the year, and read one book at the speed of half a month, and read it every day before going to bed, so that her dreams were more colorful. Sometimes, no matter how busy she is, she still has to set aside time to go to the sad coffee shop.Although most of the work in the store is labor service, she helps Xiaoye wash the cups and dishes, and greets customers, but this kind of work is different.Holding a cup of hot coffee, leaning behind the counter and listening to Hai'an and Jier's tongue-in-cheek battle, seeing Hai'an glowing like a sun, she felt that the world was a little more beautiful.The Sad Coffee Shop is the secret garden of Suyuan. Going to this garden is a beautiful liberation of Suyuan.

But sad coffee shop closed.Hai'an is now in a deep sleep, and Suyuan's garden is also deserted.Four days ago, when she was taking a taxi home late at night, listening to the driver's babbling political comments, she felt bored, so she just massaged her shoulders and neck, so she found the tumor, which was growing on the base of her right lower jaw. Near the throat, when pressed, there is a small hard lump, with a little oppressive pain. Suyuan came to the hospital the next day. After the ENT doctor examined her lump, she decided to use a probe to take a living sample from the lump on the spot, saying that she needed to test it and see the results in three days.When the very thick probe pierced her neck, Su Yuan was not very nervous, she could bear the pain very well.What made Su Yuan nervous was that after the sampling was finished, the doctor pulled a chair and sat down in front of her reclining chair. The doctor looked at her with eyes full of emotion, asked her some questions, and recorded in her on the medical record.The doctor asked her, is she a Hakka?Have you had any other abnormalities in your body recently?Are you losing weight quickly?What are your usual eating habits?Do you smoke or not?

Su Yuan is a person with common sense. The doctor's consideration is obvious. These problems are all for nasopharyngeal cancer. The elevator door opened, and the first floor was a busy outpatient department.She stepped out of the building and walked to the second outpatient building next door.The weather was quite clear that day, and there was a circular firecracker red garden between the two buildings, bursting with joyful colors in the sun, and in Su Yuan's eyes, it was as red as blood. But she still wanted to linger in the sun for a while.Her registration for follow-up appointments is in the 50s, so there should be some time left.Su Yuan sat down on the stone chair, and a couple pushing a stroller passed in front of her.

I once mentioned to my husband that after working hard for a few more years, I will have a child when the housing loan burden is lighter.The husband said, ok ok, neither of them are too keen on this topic. It's not that she doesn't love children, it should be said that she loves children too much, so Suyuan dared not give birth for a long time.After being born, she was too busy to raise and take care of him herself, so Suyuan would feel very sorry.The mother of her natal family in Taichung had to go to work, and the mother-in-law in Kaohsiung was sick. She had said earlier that she was unwilling to take care of the child. If she really gave birth, she would have to spend money to send it to a nanny.When I thought of handing over my child to another strange middle-aged woman to nurture and educate her, she might be a dark, fat, silent woman who was tired of living and had a deep wrinkle on her brow... The garden is full of reluctance.