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Returning to the residential complex, after parking his bicycle in the bicycle shed, Fang Yi turned around to see Zhao Wanqiu looking at him with slightly red eyes.
Seeing this, Fang Yi understood what she meant and stepped forward to put his arm around her shoulders. "Let's go, I'll accompany you back."
"Should I come along too?" Shen Hao hesitated.
Fang Yi waved his hand. "No need, go back and sleep!"
Today, Shen Hao was just a tool, specifically used to fill the numbers.
Now that he was used up, he could be kicked aside without a second thought.
...
They arrived on the fifth floor. Zhao Wanqiu took out her key and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the sound of sizzling stir-frying came from the kitchen, along with an enticing aroma of food.
Hearing the door open, Wang Juan wiped her hands with a dish towel as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Mom!"
Listening to her daughter's tearful voice, and seeing her slightly red eyes and Fang Yi's serious expression, Wang Juan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Something happened!
Instinct told her that something had definitely happened, and it wasn't a small matter.
Fortunately, she was a resilient woman. After calming herself down, she forced a smile and said, "Little one, what's wrong?"
"Mom, I have cancer!"
Zhao Wanqiu was also a simple-minded person. Without any build-up, she just blurted it out bluntly.
The problem was, you should at least make it clear.
Early-stage and late-stage cancer are completely different concepts!
Sure enough, two lines of tears immediately streamed down Wang Juan's face.
Seeing this, Fang Yi quickly spoke up. "Aunt Wang, it's not a big deal. It's early-stage lung cancer, the doctor said an operation will fix it!"
Then, Fang Yi told the whole story of what happened at the hospital today and the doctor's diagnosis, word for word.
After listening, Wang Juan's emotions had stabilized.
Wiping away the tears on her face, Wang Juan said gratefully, "Xiao Yi, thank you so much this time, Auntie really thanks you!"
"Auntie, don't say that. In my eyes, Wanqiu is no different from a sister, and I'm very happy to be able to help her," Fang Yi said with a smile.
Hearing this, Zhao Wanqiu pouted.
She didn't know why, but hearing Fang Yi say "sister," she felt inexplicably unhappy.
"Wang Juan!"
As they were talking, a middle-aged couple walked in. They were Shen Hao's parents.
Seeing them carrying fruit, Wang Juan asked in confusion, "Lao Shen, what are you doing here?"
"We heard from Shen Hao that Wanqiu was diagnosed with lung cancer, so we came to see her," Shen Guofu said with an honest smile, placing the fruit on the table.
Shen Hao's personality was inherited from him: honest, simple, and inarticulate.
"How did she get lung cancer for no reason?" Tian Hong, Shen Hao's mom, sat down next to Zhao Wanqiu, reached out and ruffled her short hair, and sighed.
"Who knows!"
Zhao Wanqiu and Fang Yi were both juniors, so Wang Juan had been acting very strong just now.
Now seeing her old friend Tian Hong, Wang Juan couldn't help but start to cry. "Why is my life so miserable? Wanqiu's father left when she was three years old, and I finally managed to raise her, she was just about to go to university, but then she got lung cancer."
"What will I do if something happens to Wanqiu!"
"Think positive, I heard that if cancer is discovered early, there's a high chance it can be cured," Tian Hong said, patting her back in comfort.
After sitting for a while, Tian Hong took out a hundred yuan bill from her pocket and placed it on the coffee table.
Seeing this, Wang Juan quickly stopped her. "What are you doing, take it back!"
"This money isn't for you, it's for Wanqiu."
With Tian Hong and Shen Guofu's insistence, Wang Juan finally accepted the hundred yuan.
As soon as they left, someone else came to the door...
That's just how it was at the Anchor Chain Factory residential complex. Everyone had worked at the same factory for over a decade, and if anything happened to anyone, it would quickly spread throughout the complex.
Although there were inevitably frictions and occasional quarrels between neighbors, they would all help each other out if anything really happened.
So, with fifty yuan from you and a hundred from me, a small stack of banknotes quickly piled up on the coffee table.
Don't think it was too little. At this time, workers' wages were only five or six hundred yuan a month. Fang Yucheng, the workshop director, only made a little over eight hundred.
"My poor daughter!"
As soon as Zhuang Shufen arrived, the style immediately changed.
Anyone who didn't know would have thought Wang Juan was the stepmother and she was the real mother!
After hugging Zhao Wanqiu and talking on and on for a long time, she finally put down 200 yuan and invited Fang Yi home for lunch.
...
On the way back, Zhuang Shufen sighed. "Ah! Wanqiu is also so unlucky, lost her father when she was little, and now she has cancer."
Fang Yi rested his hands behind his head, his face relaxed.
Very good, another item on the rebirth wish list has been completed: Save Qiu-ge's life √
Now that the gaokao (college entrance exam) was over, Qiu-ge's life had been saved, and it was time to put earning money on the agenda.
Lunch was cold noodles. The cool, chewy noodles were topped with minced meat sauce and spicy oil, and paired with crisp cucumber and carrot shreds. It was simply amazing.
Fang Yi ate two bowls before returning to his room with a satisfied burp.
Sitting at his desk, he took out a new notebook and picked up a pen, writing three large characters in a flamboyant style: Gui Chui Deng (Candle in the Tomb)!
"Tomb raiding is not like hosting a dinner party, not like writing an essay, not like drawing embroidery, it can't be that refined, that unhurried, cultured and courteous, that gentle, kind, respectful, thrifty and yielding. Tomb raiding is a technology, a technology of destruction..."
The little perks of rebirth are simply too good to be true.
After carefully recalling, the entire novel appeared in his mind word for word.
Compared to writing his own book, copying a book was so much faster.
By the time it was time for dinner, he had already written about Hu Bayi and Wang Pangzi setting up a stall at Panjiayuan.
At this rate, he could finish the first book, The Exquisite Ancient City, in two or three days at most.
Urged by Zhuang Shufen, he finished dinner, watched Journey to the West: The Sequel with Fang Yucheng for a while, and then shook his head and returned to his room to continue copying the book.
Honestly, the plot of this TV series was pretty good, and the actors and special effects were also fine.
But the problem was with the director. The fight scenes were just too guichu (glitchcore/ear-rap).
Fang Yi even suspected that the director was a guichu UP master from Bilibili in his previous life.