Yunlan Town has white walls and dark tiles, and the river flows quietly. Shen Ruian squatted at the door of "Ayan Home Appliance Repair Shop", taking apart an old-fashioned electric fan. Five-year-old son Shen Tangzhou was lying next to him, his little face dirty. The rent is about to expire, and the balance on my bank card is less than 3,000. Cousin Shen Lihua walked over in high heels with a smile on her face: "Ruian, your brother-in-law is short of fifty thousand yuan for business, please lend me first." Shen Ruian stopped tightening the screws. The ability to perceive emotions quietly activated - all my cousin thought was, "He is poor anyway, and he won't get it back even if he borrows it." He raised his head and said calmly: "Sister, I earn 2,800 yuan a month. I really have no money." Shen Lihua's face froze. This is just the beginning. My son's eyes were bright when he ate the vegetables grown in the half-acre of land in his home; after repairing Grandma Wang's old radio, she insisted on filling it with a basket of eggs; Gu Yanqing's porridge shop is next door, and they bring a bowl every day, and the porridge has changed from clear porridge to preserved egg and lean meat porridge, which is getting sweeter and sweeter. But the bigger the space, the heavier the mental energy consumption. Relatives came to visit one after another, and moral kidnappings occurred one after another. Shen Ruian held the screwdriver tightly - on this day, he wanted to repair it slowly.
