In the past few days, she had to work during the day and was busy studying glove making at night, so she had very little sleep time every day. But early this morning, she took the bus here again and had a busy day.

Therefore, not long after, Ling Yiran closed his eyes and fell asleep without realizing it.

Gu Lichen glanced at Ling Yiran, who was asleep, and turned down the volume slightly.

After she fell asleep, she looked more like her in his memory. In fact, she also looked like her when she opened her eyes. It was just that when she opened her eyes, she had a weathered and depressive feeling that was different from the person in his memory.

There is land.

The man's eyes were clear and bright, as if full of endless hope.

When Ling Yiran woke up, the car had stopped at the gate of the farmer's house where she lived.

She suddenly felt embarrassed and quickly unbuckled her seat belt, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Fortunately, it won't be long," he said.

Ling Yiran hurriedly got out of the car, and then tried to grab her bag that was placed next to the seat, but she didn't carry it properly, and everything in the bag suddenly spilled on the seat.

She was sweating violently and quickly picked up the things spilled from her bag.

Suddenly, a hand picked up her half-knitted glove faster than her.

"Are you knitting gloves?" he asked in surprise.

"Well, I have nothing to do, so I'll just knit it." She made an excuse casually, then quickly took the gloves back from his hand, said "thank you" again, then closed the car door and hurried in.

community.

Gu Lichen looked through the windshield of the car window at the figure gradually disappearing from his field of vision.

The size of the gloves just now seemed like the size of a man's hand. Could it be that these gloves were knitted for some man?

A woman can [ www.biquger.info ] knit something for a man, if it is not a family member, then it seems to have only one meaning.

But the wool was already old wool, and she didn't know who she was knitting these gloves for.

Gu Lichen restarted the car and drove away from the community...

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Ling Yiran returned to his residence, washed up, then took out his mobile phone and looked at the money in his mobile phone.

Now, the money she has saved since she was released from prison is less than 5,000 yuan.

As for grandma's medical expenses, she asked about it when she was in the hospital. Although she only owes the hospital a few thousand yuan now, if she continues to receive treatment, the money will have to be spent further. A conservative estimate is that it may cost 50,000 yuan.

About, and the follow-up depends on how grandma is doing after treatment.

If it was a quarter of 50,000 yuan, it would be 12,500 yuan. She would have to raise at least another 7,000 yuan.

Thinking about it before, she really didn't care about more than 7,000 yuan, but now... Ling Yiran finally realized the feeling of forcing a heroic man to death for a penny.

For the job at the sanitation station, the monthly salary is calculated. As for the other jobs, she has a criminal record, so she is afraid that it will be difficult to find some part-time jobs.

Ling Yiran sighed and was still worried until he fell asleep.

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"Hey, don't sleep, we can escape." Who is speaking? This voice... seems to be her voice, is she speaking?

"My feet... hurt so much, I can't walk..." Whose voice is this? It seems to be a boy's voice.

"Then I'll carry you. I'm strong and I can definitely carry you!" she said.

"By the way, don't fall asleep. There are not many performances on TV. If you fall asleep, you will die and you will never be able to open your eyes again. How about I sing to you? I can sing Teresa Teng's songs, grandma.
Chapter completed!