Chapter 2 Chapter two

But this enjoyment didn't last long, the phone rang like heaven and earth. It's lawyer Zhu Zhiliang. "You finally met." "With your very deliberate arrangements, this meeting seems inevitable." "Do you understand her concern?" "No, I don't understand." "She's pregnant." Chang Chun replied, "I've seen it." "This child does not belong to Zhang Jiajun." Chang Chun sighed, "That's her private matter, nothing to do with anyone else." "Feng Jiyu plans to remarry." Changchun is silent, she absolutely has the right to do that.

"And you're currently single." "correct." "Feng Jiyu is afraid that you will compete with her daughter for inheritance based on this." Chang Chun let out a "chi" laugh. "Don't laugh, there are lawyers who take cases like this—you're a widow and she's not, and you'll get sympathy points." "Ms. Zhu, who are you helping?" "I don't want to help anyone. I was entrusted by Zhang Jiajun to settle this matter as fairly as possible." "At this point, I don't want to quit anymore. Please tell me, is Mr. Zhang's inheritance close to 100 million?"

"Don't be kidding me." "How many are there?" "I'm afraid there are college expenses for my two daughters." "Tell Ms. Feng that I won't come up with ideas to bully her. The future will be long, and my Qiqi is only in the first grade." "I just want you to be friends." "There are so many women in the world, why Zhang Jiajun's second wife wants to be friends with Zhang Jiajun's ex-wife." Zhu Nu didn't answer. Changchun said: "We have no fate, and our temperaments are not compatible." She hangs up.

After all, regardless of whether the moon is dark or not, and the wind is high or not, he jumps on the bed and falls asleep. When I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling tired all over, I realized that the summer of the southern country had arrived. When I was a girl, I was full of energy. My favorite took a walk with my friends in this kind of weather late at night, sitting under the tree commonly known as frangipani in Cantonese, and listening to the light yellow trumpet-shaped half-bloomed flowers falling to the ground. Don't think about the past anymore, Changchun. Tomorrow I will go shopping for summer clothes with my two children.

Many mothers like to take their children to clothing stores to try on clothes, but Chang Chunjian disagrees. This is not bad. Since I was six or seven years old, I have looked in the prison mirror, and all my ambitions have been illuminated. I am afraid that by the age of thirty or forty, I will not know anything except the ability to look in the mirror. It's always what she buys and what Kiki wears. The clothes Chang Chun bought for his daughter are mainly generous, and the designs of children's clothes are also very fancy and flirtatious. There are seven bows on the small skirts, Chang Chun shakes his head.

At noon, she went to a familiar shop to buy clothes. The clerk knew her taste and said with a smile: "That pile is too beautiful, Miss Chang, you won't like it. I picked out a lot of white sweaters for you. Also, a pair of dark blue canvas shoes are also suitable for you." When paying the bill, I couldn't believe that two children charged such a price for a season of clothes. Changchun said melancholy: "It's so expensive..." "It's not expensive, Ms. Chang, a piece of children's clothing next door costs us half a month's salary." "Anyone buy it?"

"Why not, take them home in bundles." The clerk snorted. Chang Chun sighed, why do people still say that money is useless and money is not good, eh, why? When it was too late, a figure flashed in. The clerk hurried up to greet her, "Miss Feng, you're here." Of course, Feng Jiyu is also a frequent visitor to this children's clothing store. They all call themselves ladies, and they all have children. What kind of world is this? Feng Jiyu officially put on loose clothes today, with his hair pulled back, he is one of the most beautiful pregnant women. Chang Chun smiled at her.

The clerk laughed, "Do you two know each other? Great, no wonder you both dressed your daughter in blue and white." Chang Chun said softly: "Actually, it's not that I don't like pink." Feng Jiyu also smiled, "That's the color worn by the British Empress Dowager, how can we be so indifferent to the world." Suddenly they hit it off. It must be Zhu Nu who tipped off the news and untied the knot in Feng Jiyu's heart. Changchun looked at his watch, saw that the time was not up, so he chose three pieces of baby clothes and asked the clerk to wrap them up.

I hesitated again, is it appropriate to give gifts at this time? The clerk was knowledgeable and interesting, "It's for Miss Feng." Chang Chun nodded slightly. Feng Jiyu took it immediately, "Ah, thank you, thank you." It was only then that Chang Chun realized how lonely she was, and how she longed for someone to care for her. Don't accept her from a worldly perspective, Chang Chun is someone who has experienced it. Chang Chun didn't want to get acquainted with her for a moment, so he nodded to her and left. In the evening, Qiqi complained: "My classmate Li Xiaoli has a floral shirt with a braid behind the collar and a lace bow at the end of the braid."

Changchun didn't make a sound, just drank coffee. "Why do I only wear white shirts every time?" Chang Chun looked at her daughter and suddenly said harshly, "Because my family is not a circus troupe." Qiqi immediately knew that her mother was dissatisfied, curled her lips, and walked away. Ankang came over to ask for homework, glanced at his mother, and asked, "Will you be too harsh on Qiqi?" He spoke for his sister. Chang Chun glared at his son: "Relax now, it will be too late in the future." When the doorbell rang, someone brought up flowers and candy.

Chang Chun knew at a glance that it was Feng Jiyu who had come to return the gift. Ankang didn't know the reason, so he asked, "Is someone chasing you, Mom?" Chang Chun sneered at him: "In the future, you will only use flowers and candies to court girls." Now that group of boys who come out to make love outside don't know how smart they are, how can they spend such unjust money. "Mom, no one is chasing you?" Chang Chun spread his hands, shrugged, and admitted frankly: "There is no one." "So," Ankang asked, "do you feel lonely?" "Not now," Chang Chun said frankly, "I am so busy that I don't even have time to sigh. In the future, maybe in the future, when you grow up and leave me, I may feel lonely." "But we will never leave you." Ankang said with certainty. This is really the sweetest lie Changchun has ever heard, and Xiao Ankang doesn't know that he is lying at the moment. Chang Chun held his hand, which might not be so easy to hold in the future, "It doesn't matter, mom is old, she can go back to campus, mom has always yearned for a doctorate title." Ankang frowned. He had heard adults say they would go back to school more than once. Although he didn't hate going to school, he still found adults weird. He wants to grow up quickly, take off his school uniform, put on a suit, share his mother's worries, and take care of his younger sister. The little girl he met in church that day, he had a rough idea of ​​who she was. If she was Qiqi's sister, then she would also be his sister. Baibai, a half-breed, is also his sister. He is the big brother. Ankang is happy to play such a role. He reached out to touch his mother's temples. Changchun is vigilant, this handful of black hair will turn white one day. The fate of mankind is truly tragic. Ankang saw the sad look in his mother's eyes, and knew that her mother was afraid of getting old. He said, "Don't worry, Mom, you're still young." Chang Chun patted his buttocks and said with a smile: "The conversation is over." She went back to her bedroom and spread out the daily supplements. She had to be busy every night to read the morning newspaper. What kind of career was this. It's just like a dog's day. Chang Chun likes to read the columns in supplements, and follows them every day, and gets to know writers big and small. She knows everything about what they have done and their outlook on life. , another lovelorn, the whole sky turned gray... Many of them are clichés, but it doesn't matter, readers don't always play old tunes in their daily life. But just as she was enjoying it, Qiqi came in and snatched the newspaper in her hand. Changchun didn't push her daughter's hand away. She is very open-minded, as Chang Xia said: "Now that the children want you to accompany them, they pester them as much as they want. After a while, there is nowhere to look for them." "It's impossible to travel, find a partner, dance, and ask them to be with their parents." Changchun came out of the world of supplements. Hold Kiki and fall asleep together. In the middle of the night, Qiqi's arm slammed on her mother's chest with a "boom". Changchun opened his eyes, seeing Qiqi's perfect and pure face under the dim light, filled with emotion. Once upon a time, she Changchun was such a little baby. It's just dawn, and the threatening life has begun. The range hood in the kitchen needs to be repaired, a light bulb outside the gate has been broken for a long time, and the school badge on Qiqi's school uniform needs to be nailed... The house assistant made it clear that he was just an assistant, and the main force was Changchun, the head of the family. When he returned to the store, he opened the door, sat down, and waited for the assistant to come to work in a panic. Changchun's eternal fear was not birth, old age, sickness and death, but the clerk going like a yellow crane. A girl came over from a distance, Chang Chun breathed a sigh of relief through the glass, but after looking at it, he became mentally suspended again, no, this is not her buddy. This is Lawyer Zhu. Chang Chun wondered, "What are you doing here?" She opened the shop door. Zhu Zhiliang looked at Chang Chun, he didn't know how to speak. "What's wrong?" "Let's sit down first." She sat there for a long time, picked up a crystal decoration to play with, and said after a while: "Yesterday afternoon, it was already six o'clock, and the law firm's staff were almost gone." Chang Chun laughed. It was like the beginning of a short romance novel, and she continued: "Suddenly a handsome and mysterious man walked in gently, and handed over a bouquet of purple forget-me-nots—" At this moment, Chang Chun met Zhu Zhiliang's mysterious gaze. Zhu Nu shouted, "You won't be so happy after listening to me." "What's the matter?" Chang Chun looked at his watch, the girl shop assistant hadn't appeared yet. Zhu Nu continued: "Someone opened the door, came in, and looked for Zhu Zhiliang." Zhu Zhiliang saw that the visitor was a young woman, whose face was familiar. Zhu Nu's eyes are so sharp, three seconds of looking up, down, left, and right have already judged her identity. The beautiful and expensive clothes on the girl's body are not something she can achieve by herself, she must rely on her father's shadow, in other words, this is a rich lady. Why did she come to lawyer Zhu? The girl said sadly: "Lawyer Zhu, my name is Song Xiaoyu." Zhu Zhiliang asked her to sit down. "Liu Guan Zhang Law Firm recommended me to come here." "Ah, what's the matter?" Song Xiaoyu opened her handbag, took out a piece of paper, and handed it to Lawyer Zhu. Zhu Zhiliang spread it out, took a look, and suddenly raised his head. "What?" She was shocked. Song Xiaoyu said in a low voice, "This is a legal will made by Liu Guanzhang's lawyer." Zhu Zhiliang raised his voice: "Who are you Zhang Jiajun?" Hearing this, Chang Chun also changed color, "Who is this woman?" The girl looked at Lawyer Zhu and replied, "I am Zhang Jiajun's fiancée." fiancée? fiancée! Chang Chun heard that his eyeballs were about to fall out. Chang Chun asked in surprise, "What does the will say?" The will simply stated: I, Zhang Jiajun, only give all my property, including the apartment on the 12th floor of the two buildings at No. All items in No. 741 were handed over to Ms. Song Xiaoyu. When Chang Chun heard it, his lungs almost exploded with anger. What, there is such a man in the world, who ignores his two biological daughters and hands over his only property to a strange woman. Zhu Zhiliang said: "Shi Biling, drink a glass of water to calm yourself down." Chang Chun gritted his teeth and was silent for a while. After a century, someone handed her a cup of boiling water and an analgesic. It turned out that the clerk had already gone to work. Chang Chun lowered her head and finally said, "My daughter, I will take care of her." Zhu Nu said: "That guy Zhang Jiajun, the will is completely legal, but the lawsuit can still be fought—" Changchun sneered, "For a thousand-square-foot apartment on Luoyang Road and 150,000 Canadian dollars? I Changchun can take it out at any time. For the sake of breathing, I might as well keep it warm in my chest. Lawyer Zhu, a man depends on his own strength. I If I can't bear the burden of life, I dare not live." After hearing this, Zhu Nu clapped her hands. The young shop assistant was in a daze and shed tears. Chang Chun suddenly worried for others, "Have you seen Feng Jiyu? She seems to care more." "I don't know how to tell her. She is more persistent about this legacy, and I'm afraid she won't let it go." "How is Ms. Feng's financial situation?" "She's like all the chic men and women in town, she's on a monthly basis, and she's got a lot of credit card debt." "But she has a good job with an annual salary of one million." Lawyer Zhu snorted and laughed, "How can there be so many? Do you think that if you are the boss, everyone will get one million?" "Then there will always be five or six hundred thousand. It's enough, isn't it considered poor? I haven't made such an income yet, but I know how to be diligent and frugal." "I will go to find out about her situation, but she has been in poor health recently and intends to stay without pay." "I can't believe she has no savings." Zhu Nu looked at Chang Chun, "Shi Biling, you are the only weirdo in the city with savings." Changchun laughed again. Lawyer Zhu predicted, "This matter will not be settled so easily." The two of them knew Feng Jiyu's temper a little bit. Zhu Zhiliang said: "You have heard the story of Queen Elizabeth I. Her mother, Ms. An Baolian, would rather throw her life away to protect her daughter's rights. I guess Feng Jiyu also has this kind of blood." "Be careful she gets gassy in a fit of rage." After two days, Changchun discovered that she had a crow's mouth. Lawyer Zhu Zhiliang informed Changchun that Feng Jiyu had entered the hospital. "You ought to go and see her." Chang Chun was in a dilemma, and on the other hand was worried, "Is her condition not serious?" "You'll know if you ask her." Chang Chun gritted her teeth and went as soon as she went, just like a woman to see another woman. Never going there empty-handed, Chang Chun ordered the housekeeping assistant to stew a can of clear chicken soup, and bought a box of exquisite pastries to take to the hospital. Feng Jiyu was lying in the first-class ward, with glucose water hanging from his left wrist, his face was very pale with all his makeup wiped off, and his facial features were beautiful. She fell asleep when Changchun entered. Changchun sat patiently in a corner and waited. Really, why can't a woman visit another woman? After a while, Feng Jiyu moved his body, but he still didn't wake up. Changchun is someone who has been there, so of course he knows that a mother with a two-and-a-half-year-old child at home probably has to go to the hospital to get a good night's sleep. She doesn't call her. For a while, Chang Chun was hesitating whether to wait any longer, when the door of the ward was pushed open, and a maid came in to visit her mother with Xiao Yuyu in her arms. Qi Shiqi saw this child in Changchun, just like seeing Qiqi, because they look so much alike. Hearing her daughter's cry, Feng Jiyu opened his eyes and said, "Your niece is here?" The maid stepped forward, "I can't stop calling my mother at home, and I can't stop crying." Feng Jiyu sighed, "Mom is here, and she will be with you for the rest of her life." His tone was disgusting, just like all mothers. She suddenly saw Chang Chun and was startled. Changchun said familiarly and generously: "I brought food for you, eat some while it's fresh." Taking advantage of the situation, he held the child in his arms, picked out a piece of cake for her, and slowly served her to eat. At a glance, he knew that he was an experienced nanny. Feng Jiyu stared blankly at Chang Chun, not knowing whether it was feeling or gratitude, tears came down all of a sudden. Chang Chun asked, "Is there nothing serious about your body?" Feng Nv replied: "It's fine, and I can be discharged from the hospital in two days." "Always take care of yourself, don't worry your natal family." Unexpectedly, Feng Jiyu said lightly: "I don't have a mother's family." No one would have no natal family, and it is true that they cannot agree. Chang Chun wiped the mouth and hands of the baby in his arms. Feng Jiyu suddenly said, "Do you remember the memorial service that day?" Chang Chun nodded, not forgetting. "I always thought you were the host behind the scenes." "No, it's not me," Chang Chun was surprised, "I thought it was you." "It's not me, it's Miss Song Xiaoyu from that scene." Ah, so it is. "In the end, it was Song Xiaoyu who accompanied Zhang Jiajun on the Queen Elizabeth wheel." Not surprisingly, how could a person like Zhang Jiajun be willing to be lonely. Feng Jiyu said: "I will fight with reason." Chang Chun said slowly: "It's not uncommon for this kind of thing to go on for a year or two. At present, if there is any inconvenience, you might as well discuss it." These words are not without skills. First of all, Chang Chun didn't mention the word inheritance, and second, she didn't assume that Feng Jiyu would have difficulties. Finally, she was willing to discuss with her. Feng Jiyu once again found Changchun really comfortable. Where can this kind of quality be seen today? Nowadays, people in the world take embarrassment as their own responsibility, and they are complacent and boastful when they let others down. People like Changchun are probably extinct. Feng Jiyu said in a low voice, "Thank you." Changchun knows that urban women like Feng are accustomed to eating and dressing, and want the best in everything. They pay attention to style and research taste in everything. From a piece of red wine to a pair of earrings, they will spare no expense and spend a lot of money, just to be outstanding. She also pays special attention to false fame, and after being praised by others, she will be overjoyed and talk to each other, regardless of what she does. Like this time, she will never give up if she follows Zhang Jiajun's advice. Too willful. But his body couldn't take it anymore, and he ended up hurting himself. Changchun knew that she might not be able to make ends meet. But it is not easy to help Feng Jiyu. But don't worry too much, Feng Jiyu will remarry soon, and that male confidant should make some financial contributions. Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, and the man in a well-fitted suit drove up gracefully. Chang Chun saw him clearly at close range this time, and gasped. He is younger than Feng Jiyu, only about twenty-seven, and his appearance is impeccably groomed. He spends at least three or two hours a day bathing and changing clothes. Such a male companion, dancing the waltz, must be graceful, but what Feng Jiyu needs at this moment, It is a partner on the battlefield of life, and being with this guy is like adding a burden. In addition to carrying the youngest daughter, the young student had to be held back, and the second child was about to be born. For the first time, Chang Chun saw someone who was even less able to deal with life than Chang Chun. Can't help but sigh. Chang Chun stood up, "I'll take a step first." Feng Jiyu quickly said, "Thank you for coming." The little Yuyu also said, "Thank you for coming." Chang Chun couldn't help kissing her little hand heavily, "Your Majesty, you don't have to be polite." The small hands are strong and fat, and they are delicious to kiss. Chang Chun left amidst the child's contented gurgling. Without them, the world deserves to sink. Drink afternoon tea with Zhu Zhiliang. Zhu Nu said: "You have seen Feng Jiyu's situation. Everything must be first-class. She has first-class skills in spending money, but her income is low." "In good conscience, income isn't too bad." "I thought that boyfriend could help her." "Ms. Zhu, no wonder you are still alone with my sister-in-law to this day." Lawyer Zhu also laughed, "I'm shamelessly naive, aren't I?" Chang Chun replied: "A man is alone, and he only waits to take advantage of women." The world is getting worse. In the past, even if a man was in trouble, he still maintained a strong sense of self-esteem. If his confidante wanted to help him, he had to do it secretly. He couldn't let him know, and he was embarrassed. Now I don't talk about this kind of thing anymore, it's just that there is no clear price and conditions, one person, one point is just and fair, if the woman is capable and strong, then let her pay her money, effort and life. She is not only asked to buy houses, but also to give birth to children, and to change light bulbs. He is willing to accept the above-mentioned favors peacefully and obediently. Believe it or not, it is considered a blessing for the woman. "However, Feng Jiyu will find a way." Chang Chun smiled, "Of course, I believe that the Social Welfare Department is helping a different group of people." Zhu Zhiliang tilted his head, puzzled and said: "There used to be men, where are they now?" Chang Chun patted Zhu Nu on the shoulder, "They are still squatting there, but now that you are tall and big, you can no longer see them who are small." Zhu Nu feels sorry for her, she doesn't know whether it is a poor man or a poor woman. They were silent for a while. After a while Changchun asked: "You are not going to introduce Song Xiaoyu to me." Lawyer Zhu opened his mouth wide, "Who?" Chang Chun said: "Didn't you always try to win over Zhang Jiajun's former woman?" Lawyer Zhu was annoyed, "Let's go, let's go, let's go, the children are calling mommy." That night, Changchun discussed something with his children. "Mom wants to take a vacation." Ankang said without hesitation: "Didn't you have afternoon tea just now?" "No," Changchun explained, "Mom needs a longer vacation." Ankang immediately frowned, like that kind of bad-tempered boss, looking uncomfortable. Xiaoqi tentatively asked: "What kind of holiday, like the Filipinos, one day a week?" Ankang stopped his sister from speaking, "Let me come, Kiki, don't make a sound," he said to his mother, "Mom is a bounden duty, so there is no holiday." Chang Chun stared at him, this kid must be a master negotiator in the future. "One day a month." Changchun conceded. "No!" Ankang refused, "We can't take a day off in our life, we need you." "But mother is tired." "The store doesn't open until 10:30, so I get an extra hour of sleep every day." "That's Mom's business." Ankang smiled slyly, "We are mother's baby." Changchun disciples shout ho ho ho. Qiqi jumped into her mother's arms, "Mom, tell me, I am more precious than the colorful Easter eggs." Changchun had no choice but to say: "Qiqi is mother's precious egg, more precious than the Tsar's colorful egg." Ankang smiled, "Mom's words are the freshest." Really, not every mother can think of Chang Chun's complacency. Ankang said to his mother: "If you want to have a holiday, why not come with us, my mother will take us to the Mediterranean Sea." "By the way, how do you spell Mediterranean English?" his mother asked. Ankang smiled, it was really difficult for him, "MEDITERRANEAN." In the future, one day, he will use this word to test his son, and his son may test his son in the same way. At that time, the sea was dry and the rocks were rotten, and Chang Chun no longer existed. Thinking of this, Chang Chun's voice softened. She said to Ankang, "Go and play." The next day, a bunch of Japanese tourists came into the store, chattering and buying. Chang Chun thought, after finishing this deal, he can rest this month. Busy with laughing and greeting, giving discounts, and writing bills, I am so forgetful that I can't help sweating. The phone rang, but there was no time to answer it. After ringing for a long time, Chang Chun went to pick up the receiver and put it under his chin. "Changchun, I'm Feng Jiyu." "Heh, I'm busy right now, I'll call you after seeing off the guests, okay?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The other party hangs up the line tactfully. It was already half an hour after seeing off those tourists, Chang Chun and his assistants both heaved a sigh of relief and smiled at each other. Such humble little things can make them happy for a long time, and it is really good to be a low-demand person. Chang Chun suddenly remembered that she did not have Feng Jiyu's contact number. So I asked Zhu Zhiliang to provide information. Zhu Zhiliang replied: "She is still in the hospital." "Not discharged yet?" Quite surprised. "A sudden rise in blood pressure remains to be seen." Chang Chun said nothing, the cost of recuperating in such a first-class ward is not trivial. "You talk to her." "What? You must know." "Misfortunes never come singly, and her servant will be out next week." Chang Chun was very sympathetic, "Then who will take care of Yuyu?" Zhu Nu stammered, "So." Chang Chun had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly he was enlightened, and when he understood, he sneered, "It's you again!" "Spiriting, helping others is the foundation of happiness, people are real orphans and widows." "I'm not an orphan and widow, why don't you understand me." "Spiriting, it is more blessed to give than to receive." Chang Chun said annoyedly: "You all treat me like a plague." Zhu Zhiliang said: "She really has no relatives." "I don't believe it, what about my friend, aren't you her good friend?" "I'm single and have to go to work." "I'm single too, why don't I go to work." "But your home is well-equipped and convenient, just add a pair of chopstick ears." "I regret knowing someone like you, who only traps me in injustice." Chang Chun hung up the phone with a "snap". The clerk had never seen Miss Chang lose her temper so much, and hurriedly lowered her head to operate, not daring to make a sound. Chang Chun's face turned from white to red, from red to blue, and it changed several times before gradually returning to normal. Heh, the cultivation of kung fu has reached the ninth level.