Chapter 8 Yan Huan at that Time

The door outside was opened, and a woman with short hair walked in. Although she had cut her hair to the point where it could stand up, although her movements were grunty, and although she was also flat-chested, she was not ugly. Come out with the fact that she is actually a woman.

"Oh, I'm exhausted." She sat down on the small old sofa and kicked off her shoes. She didn't care at all whether her feet would stink. She couldn't smell it anyway. .

Yan Huan came out of the kitchen and had just cooked a bowl of noodles for herself. When she saw the people outside, she blinked her eyes and froze, hiding the tears in her eyes.

"Yiyi..." Just as her red lips moved slightly, the short-haired woman suddenly stood up and took away the bowl that Yan Huan was holding.

"Huanhuan, you're so kind. You knew I was hungry and you prepared instant noodles for me."

"Huh?" She just moved the bowl in front of her eyes and burst into tears unexpectedly, "Huanhuan, you can cook noodles, but can you eat them?" She gnawed on her fingernails, although Yan Huan She and her mother depended on each other, but she was not very good at housework. In the past few years since Yan's mother left, although she had learned to take care of herself, the food she cooked was only to the point where she could barely eat it. In fact, it was just a little bit. Not tasty either.

"Forget it, it's better than nothing." She sat down with the bowl and started to devour it. As soon as she took a bite, her eyes suddenly lit up, "Tsk, it's really good."

"Huanhuan, when did you learn to cook such delicious noodles?"

"You can eat as long as you like," Yan Huan turned around and entered the kitchen again. Then she started the fire, boiled water, and cooked noodles for herself. Like a mechanical movement, she opened the pot and opened the pot. The heat rushed out all of a sudden, and the smudge also blinded her eyes. She quickly wiped her eyes, then took the noodles and put them into the pot.

Sometimes she would think, why not let her be reborn a few years earlier, when her mother was still there, and she still had her mother's love and love. Although she was a child of a single-parent family, she had a mother who loved her. As for her mother, she actually raised her without even cooking. Although their family lived in poverty, her mother never let her suffer or miss a meal. She wears one piece of clothing, so she has never been less than other children since she was a child.

She fished the noodles into the bowl, and then cracked a poached egg into it. Her eyes continued to be smudged with moisture, covered with a thin layer of mist, which was not considered tears, because her tears could not fall. come out.

But now think about it, what if she was reborn two years earlier? Mom is still sick, and it is still a disease that cannot be cured. The doctor said that mom’s problems have been accumulated over time, and she has been suffering from it since she was born. Even though she was sick, it was actually a miracle that she could persist for so long. She knew that this was a mother's persistence and persistence. She couldn't worry about her daughter. She was afraid that her daughter would become an orphan, and she was also afraid that her daughter would be orphaned. People took care of her, so when her daughter became an adult, she reluctantly left.

Yan Huan was only seventeen years old at the time. She was still in school at that time. Because of her good appearance, she was admitted to an art academy. This was also the greatest pride of Yan Huan's mother's life. She gave birth to a beautiful daughter, no matter how hard it was. , she would let her daughter continue to read. Lao Huan was also sensible. She had been working and studying. When her mother's illness could no longer be delayed, she realized that her mother had always been sick and had not been able to care. I would like to say that at that time, she gritted her teeth and kept taking on the jobs she could get, acting as a substitute for others, doing the most dangerous things, rushing to work non-stop all day long, doing small jobs, just to make more money so that she could treat her mother.