Jiang Jianjun was very glad that Zhao Lanxiang had changed.
Every day after work, he would wash vegetables and cook in the kitchen.
When the meal was ready, he would urge Zhao Lanxiang to go home for dinner.
His comrades privately said that the ice on his face that had not melted for ten thousand years seemed to have melted. It was a rare thing.
Jiang Jianjun could only smile bitterly when he heard it. Without experiencing those bad days, he would not know how precious the normal Zhao Lanxiang was. There was a time when the first thing he did after returning home from work was to look for Zhao Lanxiang. He was afraid that if he was not careful,
She would take it too hard and seek death.
The windowsill was her favorite place to look.
He did not know why she stayed there. One weekend, he told Zhao Lanxiang that he was going out to socialize. But in fact, he gently closed the door and hid in the hallway.
He wanted to see what Zhao Lanxiang was doing when he was not around.
So he saw it. This woman had been sitting, standing, and lying by the window since the morning. From the rising sun to the setting sun, she did not move. She did not even turn her head.
He did not know that the door of the house was not locked from beginning to end.
But as long as she turned her head,
She could see him in the corridor.
She never noticed his presence.
In the end, Jiang Jianjun pretended to return home and called her. She finally looked away. The eyes that looked back at him reflected the molten sunset. There was an indescribable loneliness and desolation.
Jiang Jianjun quickly contacted the master who installed the anti-theft net and sealed the windows of the house tightly. Only then could he relax.
After a long and cold winter,
The children in the courtyard were as lively as butterflies.
They passed on this joy and liveliness to Zhao Lanxiang. The children were noisily asking her to come down and play with them.
Zhao Lanxiang also went down.
She began to become cheerful and her appetite increased. This little bit of precious heat saved her. Perhaps she had placed her feelings for her own children on this group of children.
When Jiang Jianjun called her home for dinner, he whispered in her ear, "Do you like children so much?"
"Let's have one in the future."
"This time, I will definitely protect it … and make it the happiest child."
He rambled on for a long time, but she didn't respond. He raised his head and looked at Zhao Lanxiang.
She looked at him with a sarcastic gaze. She remained silent and indifferent, moving away as soon as she touched him.
Jiang Jianjun felt a lump in his throat. He said, "Forget it …"
"It's fine if you don't want to … Let's eat …"
Zhao Lanxiang lowered his head and continued eating without saying a word. In the past six months, their interactions had become pitifully minimal. Jiang Jianjun didn't know what had gotten into him. How could he have the patience and perseverance to please a woman one day? Moreover, it was almost a humble begging.
Jiang Jianjun thought that he had done something wrong and was trying to make up for it. He should bear most of the responsibility for her ending up like this.
But he never thought that one day he would fall in love with her was a possibility.
What was love? As long as he thought of this word, there was no trace of it in his mind. It didn't matter if it was a family that rarely met when he was young or a relationship that he couldn't get when he grew up. When he was young, the only companions he had were his young sister, an old cat at home, and a cold nanny. He had long been used to the cold relationship between husband and wife, just like his parents.
Even the beautiful thoughts of family that he once had were from his first love. But this relationship was eventually shattered. He followed his parents' advice and chose a suitable wife. He worked hard and spent less time together. He thought that this was normal. Which military wife didn't survive like this? The time spent alone was always longer than the time spent with two people.
Although he didn't fall in love with her in the past 16 years, he had a family relationship.
He didn't want her to become like this. But he couldn't blame her for becoming like this.
Jiang Jianjun waited for her reply, but she didn't speak for a long time. She didn't look up at him either. He said sadly, "Eat, you like fish."
"I specially learned how to cook fish from the cafeteria chef. You can eat more in the future."
Zhao Lanxiang quickly ate two mouthfuls of rice and quickly went back into the house.
Now that she had returned to normal, she didn't want to sleep with him. Instead, she tidied up the study next door and slept alone. Jiang Jianjun didn't force her. The double bed was very big. She only curled up in a very small corner and hugged her head. She couldn't sleep well. When he let her sleep alone, she would be able to stretch out her body.
She said, "I've been sleeping alone for many years."
"I'm not used to having others."
Jiang Jianjun felt that she was like a walking hedgehog. She was here to prick his heart and make him feel uncomfortable.
Every word she said made him feel guilty. No woman was as powerful as her.
"I didn't say that you can't sleep alone. Let me tidy up for you."
But Zhao Lanxiang quickly pulled out a few planks. This was a frame bed that they had bought when they got married. In the beginning, Jiang Jianjun and she slept in separate rooms. Later on, they didn't throw the bed away. They took it apart and stored it in the locker. Just like that, Zhao Lanxiang used the dismantled wooden planks to quickly set up a bed. She methodically cleaned up the wooden bed, laid out a blanket, and covered the quilt with a blanket. Her movements were neat and powerful.
When she carried the bed that was bigger than her, her expression was very calm. She seemed to be very strong and her movements were very fast. It was as if she spent every day when the man was not at home, busy and strong like this.
Jiang Jianjun looked at her strong and tired appearance. His Adam's apple bobbed and his chest felt a little stuffy.
Some things were like a switch. Everything was fine when it wasn't turned on, but when it was pressed, it was like a flood bursting through a dam, exposing everything that had been covered in dust.
These days, Jiang Jianjun didn't dare to think about the past. As long as he thought about it carefully in his mind, his whole body felt uncomfortable.
"Good night."
He stared at the thousands of lights outside the window and then looked at her peaceful sleeping face. For the first time, he tasted a stomach full of words but didn't know where to start.
Why did it become like this?
…
Jiang Jianjun was actively looking for a way to treat Zhao Lanxiang. He once took her to see a psychiatrist. She did have severe depression. After spring came, the children in the courtyard started to go to school one after another, taking away the liveliness and her happiness.
In the end, only the older Little Fatty didn't fall behind because of his household registration. He stayed in the courtyard and didn't go to school.
Jiang Jianjun could almost imagine what her life would be like after Little Fatty left.
He began to look for something to divert her attention. The idea of giving her another child took root in his heart.
They were not young anymore. If that child could be saved, they would be considered "elderly" parents. If they didn't have children in the next few years, they wouldn't have a chance in the future.
But Jiang Jianjun took her to do a physical examination. After reading the results of the examination, his brain exploded and he was dizzy.
The gynecologist considered and said, "Comrade Zhao's physical condition was not very good. In addition to this miscarriage, the child was too old, which hurt her foundation. She is not young now. She belongs to the elderly pregnant women … The risk of childbirth is very high. "
"I don't recommend having children."
Jiang Jianjun took a few deep breaths by the window with the case in his hand. His eyes were blurred when he looked into the distance.
He somewhat understood why Zhao Lanxiang always liked to look into the distance. Because when facing the scenery, people could shed tears without any scruples. No one would laugh at your weakness, and no one would find out. When tears were in the eyes, looking at the thousands of lights was like a pair of affectionate eyes.
Men didn't cry easily, only when they were deeply hurt. He lost his child forever and took away her qualification to be a mother.
Jiang Jianjun silently tore up the case and asked the doctor to rewrite it. Holding this "fake" case, he calmly went to Zhao Lanxiang with a faint smile.
"The doctor said that your body is recovering well."
"In the future, eat a balanced diet. Eat more meat and eat more food with high protein. You will soon recover."
There were many people on the street. The city center was full of people, decorated with lanterns and streamers, and even set off fireworks. Jiang Jianjun didn't feel it when he came, but when he drove home after the examination, he felt the festive atmosphere. It turned out that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival …
He bought a bouquet of roses at the roadside flower shop and handed it to Zhao Lanxiang.
"This is for you. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let's go back to your parents' place for a meal. How about it? "
He paused for a moment and saw Zhao Lanxiang shake her head. He smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, then let's eat at home."
He called home to inform his parents that he wouldn't be home for the holidays. He also went to the market to buy a lot of ingredients to prepare a sumptuous dinner.
After a year of practice, he could already make a few decent side dishes. Although the taste wasn't half as good as hers, it could still create a festive atmosphere. He spent an hour and a half making eggplant with garlic sauce, stewed beef with radish, braised carp, sweet and sour pork ribs, sour bamboo shoot chicken skin soup, and fried water spinach. A few dishes were served. They looked ordinary, but they were hot and very homey.
Jiang Jianjun set the table and remembered that he was still missing something.
"Lanxiang, you eat first. The company gave out mooncakes for the holidays, but I forgot to take them back. I'll be back soon. "
Zhao Lanxiang rarely responded to him and nodded.
Jiang Jianjun quickly ran to get his mooncakes. He held a box of mooncakes in one hand. It was heavy. Through the packaging, he seemed to smell the sweet fragrance of the mooncakes inside.
He quickly returned to the family downstairs and walked to their room.
The door was open, and the strong smell of rice overflowed. But he clearly remembered that the door of the room was closed when he went in.
Jiang Jianjun, who used to be a scout, frowned.
"Lanxiang, I'm back …"
After a long silence, he heard the sound of quarreling in the room, or rather, his mother's voice.
"Why did you lie to us? If we didn't find out today, did you want to hide it forever?"
His mother's calm voice revealed a trace of condescension, as if she was the head of teaching a bad student. Although she didn't scold him, the disdain in her voice couldn't be hidden.
Jiang Jianjun took the key to open the door of the study. His heart fell. He saw her face turn pale. At that moment, he almost didn't dare to look into Zhao Lanxiang's eyes.
He shouted at his mother, "Don't say anymore!"
He pulled Zhao Lanxiang to his side and covered her ears.
The unbearable words continued. There were no dirty words, but they were like sharp knives that could cut people and make them bleed.
"You came back just in time! Do you know that your wife hid her medical history from you? She can't have children for the rest of her life. She can't have children!
"You're not young anymore. Which child of your age isn't in primary school? You don't even have a child. She knew that she couldn't have children, but she still hid it from you. She deliberately let the Jiang family have no descendants!
"I can accept a wife with a hidden illness, but I can't forgive her for deliberately hiding it!"
His mother said a lot of things in good faith. In the end, she was indignant, and every word was heartbreaking. "You don't want children, but do you know how many years we've been waiting for a grandson?"
Zhao Lanxiang suddenly bit Jiang Jianjun and struggled to break free of his arm. She quickly ran to pack her luggage, stuffing clothes into the bag. Before Jiang Jianjun could stop her, she had already run out of the house. She didn't even have time to change her slippers.
Jiang Jianjun could have caught up with her, but he didn't have the face to ask her to stay. He followed her all the way to his father-in-law's house.
He said, "Don't be sad."
"Rest at your father-in-law's house for a few days. I'll pick you up after a while."
Zhao Lanxiang shook off his hand, but Jiang Jianjun still held her hand and didn't let go.
She said calmly, "Let's get a divorce."
Jiang Jianjun patted her head. "Don't say such things."
"We can live together for the rest of our lives. This is what they think. It doesn't represent me."
…
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, He Songbai, who had returned to G City, also went to the army to take a look. He watched from downstairs as Jiang Jianjun drove her to the hospital. He watched as they happily bought groceries back for the festival.
There were cigarettes all over the ground beside the man. He stood there and waited for two hours. Finally, he decided to go home for dinner. However, at this moment, he saw Zhao Lanxiang running out alone with her luggage.
He Songbai's thin face flashed with a thick haze, and a kind of anger arose in his heart.
Seeing that Jiang Jianjun was forcefully pulling and pulling her again, He Songbai's eyes darkened. He quickly made a phone call. "Yes, it's me. That's right. Come to XX Road, West Street, 120. Ten people. "
Just as Jiang Jianjun was trying to calm Zhao Lanxiang down, he was suddenly surrounded by a group of hooligans. A storm of punches and kicks landed on his body.
Although Jiang Jianjun could fight against ten people alone, the other party ran away after beating him up. He was at a disadvantage and suffered a few punches and kicks. His handsome face was slightly bruised. Jiang Jianjun didn't visit the Yue family with a face full of injuries. He sent Zhao Lanxiang upstairs before driving back.
Not far away, He Songbai's mobile phone rang again. Wailing sounds came from the brick-sized communication tool one after another.
His calm voice had a touch of unconcealable joy. "Okay, stop wailing. I won't forget to pay you."
He Songbai was actively collecting evidence of the Jiang family's crimes. On the other hand, he was also investigating the cause of Zhao Lanxiang's miscarriage.
He had to make everything clear before he could feel at ease.
Soon, he found some clues. On the day of Zhao Lanxiang's miscarriage, a woman named Fang Jing came to visit. Not long after she left, Zhao Lanxiang called for help.
She originally wanted to call Feng Lian, but no one in the Zhao family was home that day. The family phone rang a few times and then stopped.
He Songbai opened a factory and did business. In a short period of time, "Cedar" rose rapidly. His business was big, and trouble came one after another. He took out a part of the profits and used it to hire retired special forces soldiers and martial arts masters to protect the company.
He directly got someone to tie Fang Jing up and blindfold her. She was locked up for a day and a night. This woman confessed everything.
He stepped on the woman's hand and crushed it hard. He took out a photo from the hidden compartment of her purse.
He Songbai's dark eyes suddenly lit up like a polished fire. He smiled brightly and said gently, "Wouldn't it have been fine if you took out this photo earlier?"
He unfolded the photo and looked at it with satisfaction.
At the military family building.
Jiang Jianjun returned home and changed out of his wounded casual clothes. He had been stabbed twice with a knife, and there were scratches on his arms.
He finished applying medicine and looked at the carefully prepared food on the table. He didn't touch it. No one cared about the mooncakes that were carelessly thrown on the table. The happy holiday was ruined.
He ate the cold dishes and ate the rice soaked in the cold soup. The liveliness on the street and the loneliness in the house formed a strong and sharp contrast. Jiang Jianjun couldn't help but think about her. He thought about how she had spent countless holidays in this house that should have been lively but ended up being lonely.
Jiang Jianjun wiped his face and silently finished the table of dishes alone.
…
It was November and the beginning of winter.
After a hot autumn, the people on the street finally changed out of their thin clothes and put on jackets.
Zhao Lanxiang stayed at her parents' house for more than a month. Feng Lian and Zhao Yongqing didn't ask her when she was going home or how long she was going to stay.
Little Huzi was already 20 years old. He was studying at the police academy and was tall and handsome. His skin was fair and clean, but his grades were top notch and his fighting skills were not bad at all. He stopped his parents from asking and patted his chest as he spoke to his sister.
"Sister, live with me from now on."
"When I graduate next year, my salary will be enough to support you!"
There was a big age gap between Little Huzi and his sister. When he was young, it was his sister who raised him personally. He also lived with her for many years. Little Huzi had been looking forward to seeing his nephew for many years. He also knew his sister's love for the child in her belly. This time, the child slipped and fell and miscarried. Little Huzi didn't believe it.
When he was at home during the holidays, he cooked for his sister and boiled soup for her to nourish her body. He knew that she liked to eat sour food, so he made a lot of sour food for her to stimulate her appetite.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at her brother who was growing taller day by day and gradually shouldering the responsibility on his shoulders. She felt a lot of emotions.
She held Little Huzi's hand and said, "How can I live with you forever?"
"Little Huzi, you will get married in the future. After a while, I will find a job. I don't need you to support me. Your salary is not even enough to fill the gaps between our teeth. "
Little Huzi's fair and handsome face turned red. He touched the back of his head.
"I will work hard, solve a lot of cases, and get a lot of bonuses. When the time comes, I will let you know that a policeman's salary can also support you!"
He liked to chat with Zhao Lanxiang. Zhao Lanxiang didn't know that she had revealed a lot of her confidence to her "detective" brother. Little Huzi put all these clues together and was already beyond angry.
Zhao Lanxiang told her brother that she slipped because she stepped on oil leaking from the kitchen. But Little Huzi, who knew his sister's temperament, knew that she would never let her beloved kitchen be contaminated with oil and fumes. How could there be a pool of oil on the floor at that time?
One and a half months later, when Jiang Jianjun came to find Zhao Lanxiang again, Little Huzi stopped his sister and said, "Don't go out. I want to talk to my brother-in-law."
Little Huzi led Jiang Jianjun to a secluded avenue not far from their house. Before he could say a few words, he had already greeted him with a fist.
Both of them had received professional training. Little Huzi was in the prime of his life and his body was in peak condition. But Jiang Jianjun was a well-trained soldier. He was experienced and in the prime of his life. He could beat Little Huzi with one hand. But when he saw his brother-in-law's anger, he gradually stopped fighting back. Soon, he was at a disadvantage in the fight.
Little Huzi said, "You still dare to fight back. I'm beating up shameless people like you who betray justice!"
"Tell me in person. How many years have you been entangled with that Fang Jing? Do you know that she caused my sister's miscarriage?"
Little Huzi fought with him until he was exhausted. He pressed him to the ground and patted his face with his palm. The young man's handsome and fair face revealed a touch of fierceness.
"My sister is a very kind person. She has never hurt anyone in her life. Gentle, beautiful, and cultured … "
"If she didn't marry you, she would have lived a very happy life."
He took a deep breath and said to Jiang Jianjun, "You caused her to lose two children. How dare you come to my house?"
Little Huzi let go of his collar and stood up. He patted the dust off his body and left with a cold face.
As he walked, he saw Zhao Lanxiang. She was holding an umbrella, and the heavy rain was pouring down. She took out another umbrella from her bosom.
"Take it. Don't get wet."
G City was such a warm and rainy place. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, it was always rainy.
Zhao Lanxiang walked in front of Jiang Jianjun and asked him, "What are you doing here today?"
"Have you decided to get a divorce?"
Jiang Jianjun lay on the wet lawn. Raindrops fell on his face like water columns. He was dripping wet. In the next second, a large blue umbrella appeared above his head, shielding him from the wind and rain.
Jiang Jianjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and quickly stood up.
He looked at her. She still hadn't put on any weight. She was still thin and weak. Perhaps the news had broken her heart.
He hugged Zhao Lanxiang tightly. His breathing was rapid and frantic. "Come home with me, Lanxiang?"
"I don't want a divorce. I can't live without you."
They hadn't seen each other for a month and a half. Jiang Jianjun had become much older. His eyes were bloodshot and tired. His eye sockets were deeply sunken and his cheeks were full of whiskers. He was no longer as handsome as he used to be. Instead, he looked sloppy and unruly. His eyes were still as handsome as ever. When he begged in a humble manner, those eyes that were as black as the deep sea could make people's hearts soften in an instant.
Zhao Lanxiang said calmly, "If I let you send Fang Jing to jail, give my child justice."
"Can you do that?"
She handed the umbrella in her hand to Jiang Jianjun and opened the other one. However, Jiang Jianjun threw the umbrella in his hand away.
His face was stubborn and crazy. He held her waist tightly and refused to let go.
Jiang Jianjun said, "A lot of things have happened at home recently. I can only come and find you after I've dealt with these messy family matters."
"You're my wife. That will never change in this lifetime."
When there was one less person in such a large house, it would be so quiet that it made people feel lonely. Especially after the hustle and bustle of work had subsided and they returned to the cold and quiet house, the strong sense of loneliness would be even stronger.
Jiang Jianjun looked around the quiet house. Everywhere he looked, the figure of the mistress of the house would appear.
It was as if she had left a thin and beautiful figure everywhere.
After Jiang Jianjun was transferred to his post, he went to work on time every day. In the past, the first thing he did when he returned home was to look for Zhao Lanxiang. He washed vegetables, cooked, and called her back to eat. Even if Zhao Lanxiang did not speak, she would quietly stay in the house to eat and read. She could also make the house lively.
Occasionally, when Jiang Jianjun was cooking, he would think about the past ten years. She had also gradually learned how to cook from clumsiness to proficiency. When he tidied up the house, he would find that she was actually a person who loved life. The house was filled with her scent. Every small and exquisite object had her style. The scent that belonged to him was indeed a little faint in this house.
However, Zhao Lanxiang left. She left behind a request for a divorce and left without any hesitation.
The little kitten that he had brought back to make her happy was still rubbing against his feet, whining for him to find his wife. However, there was never any news of her return. It was as if he was the only person left in these hurried seventeen years.
Jiang Jianjun's patience was exhausted. He broke his bottom line and took the initiative to come to the Yue family to ask for peace with his wife. His voice was extremely hoarse. It was rare for him to be pleading and aggrieved.
"Come home with me."
Zhao Lanxiang continued to give the umbrella in her hand to him. She calmly repeated the sentence just now. "If you can send Fang Jing to prison."
"If you can't do it, I'll do it myself."
She ran home in the pouring rain.
…
Zhao Lanxiang's life after returning home was not easy. In the month that she returned to her parents' home, her mother-in-law came to look for her twice. Fang Jing also came to look for her once.
Her mother-in-law said, "I shouldn't have forced him back then. I shouldn't have broken up the mandarin ducks and let him get married in a hurry."
"I said harsh words to you some time ago. Mom is very sorry. But … please understand. We really want to have a grandson. His father and I are already old. In a few years, we won't be able to walk anymore. Before we close our eyes, we look forward to seeing his child. Which of our Jiang family's uncles didn't have a grandson long ago? But our Jianjun, the only son, doesn't even have a child. Mom is heartless to be this evil person … If you want to blame someone, blame me. "
Fang Jing said, "I'm sorry. I really like Jianjun."
Of course, these two people were both kicked out by Little Huzi, who was at home on vacation. He hit Fang Jing with a big broom. "It's illegal to break up a military marriage. Don't you know?"
Zhao Yongqing's face was also dark. He said to Mother Jiang with a fake smile, "Go and file a divorce application. If it's approved, I promise to sign it quickly."
"Da Niu respects you as an elder and won't say harsh words. I'll just say one thing. People can't take advantage of their seniority. You're just embarrassing yourself! Take care. I won't send you off! "
After the father and son of the Zhao family chased them away, the house was silent.
Feng Lian covered her mouth and said with tears in her eyes, "I knew it. I knew it would be like this …"
"It's mom who hid your illness. I wanted to give you a period of peace and quiet to recuperate. People can't forget their roots like this. Have you never given birth to a child for their family?"
"You had two children. They didn't protect you well. They hurt you and made you sad. My poor Niu Niu. "
She hugged her daughter and cried. She was almost 60 years old, and tears flowed down her face.
Zhao Lanxiang originally thought that a divorce would be a relief for her, but now that she saw it, her heart ached terribly. She felt extremely guilty towards her parents.
She patted Feng Lian's head. "Mom, don't be sad."
"I'm not sad anymore. Really."
Zhao Lanxiang decided to find her mother-in-law and straightforwardly talk to her about signing the divorce agreement. Her mother-in-law was afraid that she wouldn't agree, so she promised her two properties and 10,000 yuan as compensation. Zhao Lanxiang looked at the divorce agreement carefully and asked lightly:
"Are you sure you want me to sign it?"
Mother Jiang nodded.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled calmly and quickly signed her name.
She looked at her mother-in-law deeply. "I hope you won't regret it in the future."
"Don't ever come looking for me again. Now that we've come this far, it's best to sever all ties. "
Zhao Lanxiang didn't take the Jiang family's compensation, but Mother Jiang was afraid that she would talk nonsense without compensation. Zhao Lanxiang said lightly: "If you have to give it, then convert it all into money for me and donate it to the poor children in the mountains."
"Remember to send me the receipt after the donation."
She left the divorce agreement, picked up her bag, and walked out of the Jiang family's house.
Zhao Lanxiang faced the thin winter sunlight and reached out to welcome the warm golden mercury light. She narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly.
Unbeknownst to her, in a corner, there was a thin man silently watching her every move.
He saw her smile, and he smiled from the bottom of his heart. He was happy for her.
Because his Lanxiang, no matter what setbacks she encountered, always brought warmth with her.
Never discouraged, never giving up. He waited for her to spread her wings and soar proudly and beautifully like a phoenix bathed in fire.
…
Zhao Lanxiang started to plan to open her own personal clothing store. Clothing in the 90s had developed very well, and textile factories were everywhere. However, the quality of the products on the market was uneven. In order to rush the production and performance, the clothes produced by the workers couldn't meet the needs of women who loved to look beautiful.
Zhao Lanxiang took out her savings and used a portion of it to buy a store.
She took a fancy to a store at the intersection of three forks. There were many new neighborhoods nearby, and both the customer flow and purchasing power of the crowd were very impressive. It was difficult to buy this store because of the good location and high demand, so the rent would definitely be high.
However, Zhao Lanxiang estimated wrongly. When she asked about the price, the owner of the store, Mr. Zeng, said, "I'm going abroad."
"But you don't want to rent the store to the restaurant industry or other messy business people. I'm relieved to hear that you make ready-to-wear clothes. If you're willing to rent it for five years, I can rent it to you for 300 yuan a month. "
Zhao Lanxiang was shocked when she heard the price.
This kind of eye-catching store near the downtown area only cost 300 yuan to rent. For Zhao Lanxiang, it was a pleasant surprise. Although it was cheap, Zhao Lanxiang didn't dare to be greedy.
She asked Little Huzi to help her find out about Mr. Zeng. Little Huzi said, "I asked my colleagues, this person did go through the immigration procedures a month ago. He's going abroad next month, so it's probably an urgent rental, and — "
Little Huzi's peach blossom eyes sparkled. "Maybe he heard that you have a brother who's a police officer, so he's relieved and rented it to you for cheap?"
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but pinch him for being so talkative.
"Okay, I know Little Huzi is amazing. When will Little Huzi, who's a police officer, bring back a sister-in-law for us to take a look at? That's really amazing. "
Little Huzi immediately backed down when he heard this. He laughed and said, "When you need to clean the store, remember to call me. I'll bring a group of brothers to do the hard work for you."
Zhao Lanxiang agreed with a smile.
Zhao Lanxiang was in the first batch of university students when the college entrance exam was reinstated. Because her husband was out on missions all year round and wasn't at home, Zhao Lanxiang was afraid that she would be too idle, so she applied to Z University, which was closest to her home. After four years of studying, her basic knowledge was very solid.
Although she rejected the job assigned by the state after graduation and chose to be a full-time housewife, Zhao Lanxiang didn't have much time. However, Zhao Lanxiang was not idle at all. Every month, she would design clothes for the factory on time and work hard to save up her own money. Thanks to this wise decision, Zhao Lanxiang's life after the divorce wasn't too miserable and she still had the ability to support herself.
She worked hard for a month to rush out 20 sets of spring clothing. She looked at the old calendar and calculated an auspicious date. Soon, her small "Lanxiang" store opened for business.
On the first day of business, her store welcomed many people she was familiar with.
Zhao Lanxiang's sister-in-law, Jiang Li, came. She arrogantly walked into the "Lanxiang" store and nitpicked. She listed a bunch of problems with the spring dresses, but in the end, she still chose the two most expensive ones and bought them.
Jiang Li said to her, "What's the point? You don't want to live a luxurious and comfortable life, but insist on showing your face in public and doing this kind of job of serving people."
Zhao Lanxiang said faintly, "Everyone has their own way of life and opportunities."
Jiang Li's eyes revealed a disapproving arrogance, but she didn't say anything and left after buying the clothes.
Zhao Lanxiang's second customer was very generous. She was a very friendly woman with fair skin, quiet and gentle. She couldn't speak, so there was a person beside her who could translate for her.
The female customer couldn't help but look at the newly opened store. Although the store was small, the decorations and clothes were very carefully arranged. It gave people an indescribable feeling of pleasing and comfort. Everywhere revealed a fresh and elegant feeling. The decorative flower potted plants and blue and white vases were refreshing.
The very light fragrance of the flowers made people happy.
The female customer tried on the clothes one by one. Zhao Lanxiang very patiently introduced suitable clothes to her. In the end, the customer bought 10 sets of clothes from Zhao Lanxiang in one breath. She bought all the clothes that suited her without batting an eye. When it was time to pay, she didn't bargain or ask for a discount. Zhao Lanxiang took the initiative to give her a 30% discount.
The female customer smiled and gestured. The interpreter passed on the message methodically, "Our miss praised you. It's rare to see a store owner who knows how to dress up like you. The clothes you make are very beautiful."
"I look very elegant in them."
She asked Zhao Lanxiang, "Do you know how to make the evening gowns for banquets?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded, "I used to design evening gowns for factories."
The female customer breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. The interpreter said, "Our miss said she was worried about what to wear to the banquet. You have to help me."
She took the initiative to give Zhao Lanxiang her business card with her home phone number written on it.
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at the name on the business card, "Okay. Comrade He, please wait a moment. I'll take your measurements."
He Songye pursed his lips and smiled quietly. The interpreter said, "Our miss asked you not to call her Comrade He. It sounds awkward."
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