The next day.
Qiao Yanran in her sleep is awakened by the low voice of sadness and music in the village.
she thinks that the address of Wang Xiaofeng is quite far away from here. How can it be so loud? It's just like putting it in her ear.
Did something happen to the neighbor's house?
Continue to sleep also can't sleep, Qiao Yanran simply get up, out of the courtyard a look, across the street, with her neighbors, the door bustling, also put a lot of wreaths.
"Er Ya, are you awake?"
Wang's father stepped over and said to her, "let's go to Jianguo's house in a moment. According to the seniority, you still have to call people uncle."
This Wangjia village belongs to the same clan, and the genealogy is in the hands of the village head.
"Uncle Wang has passed away?"
Qiao Yanran felt her chin and thought about it. Uncle Wang was only in his fifties this year. His body was very strong. They met each other two days ago.
So soon, no one?
Destiny is changeable.
"No, it's his son. He's only 289 this year. He used to work in the imperial capital." Wang Fu sighed.
It's the most uncomfortable thing for white hair people to send black hair people.
Wang and his father were silent, and then said, "this child is studying computer programming. He has only graduated from University for a few years. He has been working in this field for several years, and finally he can make money.
Some time ago, Jianguo told me that his son could make 20000 a month. I didn't expect It's only been a few days
For a child, from primary school to university graduation, conservative calculation, it will cost 200000.
Wang Jianguo is a man of his duty. All his savings over the years have been invested in his children. I don't know how much effort he has made. Now
It's a heavy topic.
Wang's father digs off the topic, "by the way, Wang Xiaokang's father is no longer here. He's also working on a white business. It's said that he died miserably."
This is predictable.
Of course, the death of Wang Xiaokang's father is just the beginning, and the ill gotten gains he has accumulated over the years will be quickly dissipated.
Qiao Yanran nodded and didn't care much about Wang Xiaokang's family.
After breakfast, Qiao Yanran and Wang Jing went to Wang Jianguo's home together. She saw Wang Jianguo crying in the mourning hall almost fainting.
Seeing Wang Jianguo's face, Qiao Yanran muttered: "Zi Shui is a ditch, it can't flow back."
"What do you mean?"
Wang Jing, standing side by side with her, did not understand such a half white sentence and asked.
Qiao Yanran raised his head and said: "look at his chin. If his chin has this feature, his son will not live long, or he will not have a son at all.
It's all fate. "
She remembered that in the early years, Wang Jianguo had no children in his family, so she ran up and down to find someone to solve the problem.
Later, he also succeeded in getting a son.
However, where can life be changed?
Wang Jing didn't know if she understood. She just nodded, took Qiao Yanran's hand, and stared at her for a moment. Some of her said, "well, it's all fate."
He recognized it.
[diddidi - Wang Jing's liking degree is 100 points. The task has been completed. Do you want to stay here? 】The sound of xiaoyuwan rings in Qiao Yanran's ear.
[stay. 】
Qiao Yan took a subconscious look at the cloudless sky.
[diddidi - unknown error in the system, trying to repair the system System repair failed, bit plane is exiting 】