But Ruan Rou immediately retorted: "Where, if I want to do this kind of work, I won't be able to get into some better schools according to my grades?"

"I am planning to report to criminal investigation or special service related professionals."

"I've thought about it. This world is too dangerous. Whether you or me, you need a solid backing to protect everyone."

How did this passionate and secondary school remark appear in a girl from a key middle school?

The look that Chen Du looked at Ruan Rou was both surprised and speechless.

He thought again, with a family like Uncle Ruan, he would never let his children take the dangerous path of criminal investigation and police.

Then I felt relieved.

Chen Du sighed lightly, not wanting to expose Ruan Rou's beautiful fantasy about the future, so he had to point his finger to the yard and try to divert the other party's attention.

"I said, I've arrived at the doorstep, don't stand here. Didn't you say you want to have a meal of meat?"

"Tonight, I'll make you a fish-flavored shredded pork. Let's have another garlic lettuce. We'll finish our homework early."

When Ruan Rou heard about food, she was really diverted from her attention.

She nodded vigorously to Chen Du, followed the other party into the slum.

Who would have thought that when the two of them walked past the corridor less than one meter long on the main entrance, they saw their mother's bicycle parked in the aisle, and the depression became suspicious.

"Huh? My mom seems to be back."

It shouldn't be? Usually, I still embroider the tweed at the unit at this time.

Their small factory is almost becoming an individual enterprise for group leaders to receive private orders.

But now, it is less than six o'clock, and this person gets off work early.

This is too abnormal, there must be a situation.

After saying this, Chen Du pulled Ruan Rou and made a "shush..." gesture towards her. He crawled into the yard with a slight hand and moved to the window of his own house against the base of the wall. He leaned over and glanced at it.

It doesn't matter if you look at it. Not only is there a mother in the room, but his father, who should have gone out to work night shifts, is also at home.

Two people sat face to face, raising their heads and sighing, as if they had encountered something huge and difficult.

Seeing this, Chen Du shrank his head and made another ban on Ruan Rou. Then he poked his head out, slid his fingers on the window ridge, and secretly looked inside.

The two people in the room were not talking loudly, but they were talking back and forth... Every word was quite clear.

It was Chen Yaojun who spoke first to comfort his wife.

"Hongying, don't be too sad. The reemployment agency of this street office is still too small. What good job can it have?"

"Look, we still have to go to the talent market in Xuanwu District tomorrow to take a look."

"The place is big, and there are many companies stationed there all year round to recruit people."

"Maybe there is a professional factory that can recruit us?"

These words were very good, but they did not comfort He Hongying at all. She smiled bitterly and said, "Yaojun, don't comfort me either."

"With my education and work experience, where can I find a job to make clothes?"

"It's not the recruitment season after the New Year, and I'm not a rare talent in high-level knowledge."

"I think, the first thing we need to do is to find a job first, not whether this job is suitable for me."

"I think the job of the cleaner introduced to me by our street is pretty good."

"The insurance company paid the savings bank next to the home, and the environment was very comfortable. Apart from the lower monthly salary, there was nothing to choose from."

But when Chen Yaojun heard this, he immediately stopped doing it.

He grabbed He Hongying's hand and spread his wife's fair and delicate hands into his rough palms, saying heartbroken: "No! I don't agree!"

"Can you clean the toilet and clean the hygienic hands with these hands?"

"Look at your hands, they should be embroidered, cut cloth, and hands that need to be well cared for."

"If you really do a rough job with this good skill, you can't even touch the good silk."

"Once your hands become rough, won't it be useless for the best embroidery work?"

"How about this, Hongying."

"We are not in a hurry. If we can't find a suitable job, we will look for it slowly."

"If it really doesn't work, let's do some small business by ourselves?"

"You are a craftsman and rely on your skills to make a living. You can't be hungry, right?"

Speaking of this, Chen Yaojun's eyes were full of tenderness: "Do you remember when I first went to your house to see someone with the introducer?"

"As soon as I entered your yard, I saw you wearing a gown made of gray cloth and sew buttons under the big banyan tree.

Those hands were thin, white, and clever.”

"But in two or three attempts, all the clothes were sewn and ironed."

"I thought at that time, this is not a human being, this is a fairy girl."

"It's the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl inside. It must have come down to earth to find her Cowherd."

"Then I thought, I'm probably the cowherd. I'm farming, herding cattle, earning money, supporting you, the Weaver Girl for the rest of your life, and let your hands be like what you used to be, what will you do when you get old?"

After saying that, Chen Yaojun held He Hongying's hand, carefully pinched it in his palm, and carefully comforted him: "So, you should listen to me in this matter."

"Let's make preparations."

"You said, let's set up a small tailor shop first, how much does it cost?"

"How much is the deposit in the family? Wife, please report me a real number?"

He Hongying had never spoken for a long time when he heard this. When Shen Yaojun felt strange and wanted to raise his eyes to look, he was on the back of his rough hands, the hot tears that fell, slap...

He burned it for a while.

Starting from these tears, He Hongying's tears fell like beads with broken threads.

Chen Yaojun was so nervous that he was so sad that he raised his hand awkwardly, and was about to wipe He Hongying's face.

"No need...I'm happy..."

"I, I'll get you a passbook now."

He Hongying kept crying, but her smile couldn't stop.

She wiped her tears with her hands, stood up, turned her head, and opened the cabinet on the side of the big table.
Chapter completed!