C18 Divergence

For a month, Lu Xinfei had gone to the town during the day to study medicine, doing her job as a nurse and walking home at night.

Lu Xinfei had just entered a new industry and was unable to get what she wanted, so she felt like she had to put in a lot of effort to get what she wanted. She felt tired and empty-handed at the same time.

Chen Dayong saw that Lu Xinfei was always very tired every time she came home. All he knew was that Lu Xinfei had found a job in the town, but he didn't know that Lu Xinfei was working as a nurse there.

When the town's medical team went to the village to recruit people, Lu Xinfei heard from Chen Dayong that it was difficult to call the nurse a profession. Chen Dayong said that she was no different from an ancient maidservant and that they were all servants.

Lu Xinfei was too lazy to say more. Since it was like this, there was no reason for her to tell Chen Dayong that she was also a nurse there.

Honestly speaking, Chen Dayong really couldn't finish all the work on his own. He could only come home late at night.

Today, the weather was rather cold. Lu Xinfei left work a little earlier and went home.

Just as Lu Xinfei opened the door and locked it, she saw the neighbor, Jian Yang, walking in her direction with a bit of embarrassment.

Jianyang was a level higher than Xiao Hu. Because he was a year older, he walked faster. Every time, he would arrive home a little earlier than Xiao Hu.

"Aunt, is Xiao Hu home yet?" Jian Yang shyly greeted Lu Xinfei.

"Not yet, is there a problem? If there's anything you need, you can tell me first. " Lu Xinfei was a talkative person to begin with. She had to do things according to her original body's attitude. Normally, she would only reply with "Xiao Hu is still not home" and then fall silent.

However, Lu Xinfei would reveal a sweet and bright smile at any time, a peaceful smile, and then say a few more words to others.

"Oh," Jianyang had never seen Lu Xinfei smile so brilliantly before, so the child was stunned for a moment. He blinked his eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "Xiao Hu is selling pencils at school. I heard that I want to buy a few from him for 2 cents each."

"Huh?" Lu Xinfei was stunned. Why didn't she know that Xiao Hu was still selling pencils? Where did Xiao Hu get a pencil?

Seeing Lu Xinfei's confusion, Jian Yang quickly explained, "Aunt, Xiao Hu said you bought a lot of pencils for him in the city. He couldn't use them all, so he took them to the school to sell."

"Oh, I'll ask him when he gets back." Lu Xinfei racked her brain to think of a way to finally find the first version of events from the corner of her memory.

By the way, before Lu Xinfei crossed over, it seemed that this sovereign went to the wholesale market in the city and gave Xiao Hu a whole box of pencils. Those pencils were worth three cents a pencils!

Every time he asked for a pencil, Lili was the bigger one. She always told Xiao Hu to get one for himself, telling him to take as many as he wanted. Lu Xinfei always said that she had just transmigrated not long ago, and that she had often forgotten how to live in this era's poverty, so she really didn't care about how many pencils Xiao Hu would pick up each time.

If it wasn't for Jianyang's accidental disclosure today, how would Lu Xinfei have known that Xiao Hu went to school to do business and earn money? But, did he profit from this? Even though his mother bought him a pencil for three cents, he still took care of it for two cents. There wasn't such a cheap pencil in the entire world! No wonder the sales were so good, there were people who didn't buy it at school and came to buy it at home.

"Aunt, can you ask Xiao Hu if he gave me a discount or not? I'll buy a few more." Not only did he not see the change in Lu Xinfei's expression, he even dared to bargain. He knew that not to mention giving him preferential treatment, he would never be able to buy it again at the original price of two cents!

However, Lu Xinfei could not tell Jianyang the truth. No matter what, Xiao Hu was already ten years old and was already a big child. He should have already cherished his face a lot.

Lu Xinfei no longer cared about the issue of face, but she remembered that she was tortured by it when she was young.

Lu Xinfei wasn't very pretty when she was young, and she was even in the same league as the ugly duckling. At that time, Lu Xinfei's voice was also unpleasant to hear. Her voice was muffled, and she was short and short. Lu Xinfei was the type who got more and more beautiful as she grew up. Even when she was twenty, she grew up.

Lu Xinfei knew Lin Yuheng when she first became beautiful. In fact, male students in the same university as Lu Xinfei often teased Lin Yuheng, saying that Lu Xinfei used to be ugly and rustic, which made people disgusted.

Lu Xinfei didn't know if Lin Yuheng would like her if she was still as rustic as before, since she had gotten a scholarship after getting rid of the pressure of the high school fees back then, Lu Xinfei knew that she had specially enrolled in a yoga class to nurture her character, hide her appearance for a while, and then learned the art of natural makeup.

Later on, Lu Xinfei had actually fought with a few of her love rivals in the open and in the dark. All her love rivals had placed her in the same category as Green Tea Bitch.

Lu Xinfei was no longer the female lead who was called Green Tea Bitch. She now had a green tea face.

Lu Xinfei didn't care about anything anymore. She liked to laugh off everything around her.

Sure enough, he agreed to the ancient poem, "The youth doesn't know the feeling of sadness, loves the upper floor, loves the upper floor, and pretends to be worried about the new poem." Now that he had experienced all the sadness, he didn't want to say anything more. He wanted to say something, but he decided against it. "But the weather is so cold."

In the past, he had always thought that he had tasted the sweetness and bitterness of life, that he had endured all the joy and sorrow of the world. However, after it became dark and bright, there would definitely be another village that would appear, but for Lu Xinfei, it was not a village of beautiful scenery, but a village of evil and desolation.

Lu Xinfei decided not to take revenge on Xiao Hu just because she had endured the suffering of being discriminated against. Although Xiao Hu was born in this poor era, to be honest, the pain Xiao Hu experienced was far less than Lu Xinfei's heart and soul.

At least Xiao Hu had a mother who held him in her hands and felt pain in her heart. Her mother spoiled him too much, to the point where he had never experienced the taste of living under someone else's roof.

Although Xiao Hu's grandma would be as harsh as the grandma in Lu Xinfei's previous life, Xiao Hu had grown up in a circle surrounded by his mother. It was said that the chances of him staying in front of his grandma wasn't high.

Lu Xinfei still maintained her smile and nodded at Jianyang, "Ok, when Xiao Hu comes back, I'll help you ask. But as far as I know, I don't think I have any more pencils at home, I don't know if Xiao Hu still has them."

"Oh …" "Yes, sir," Jian Yang responded with a hint of disappointment.

Lu Xinfei had already opened the door and was about to walk in when she heard Jian Yang happily call out Xiao Hu's name. He ran to the other side of the alley and asked loudly, "Xiao Hu, you're back? I've been waiting for you. "

She was afraid that Jian Yang would directly ask Xiao Hu about the pencil matter, and she was afraid that Xiao Hu would say that he was willing to sell the pencil to Jian Yang. No matter what, if she agreed to go back on her word, then it would seem like Xiao Hu would go back on his word and let everyone know that it was her, the mother, who stopped Xiao Hu's business in the middle of the road. Lu Xinfei did not want other children to laugh at Xiao Hu's stingy mother.

Therefore, Lu Xinfei quickly stopped Jian Yang from talking, instead of being gentle, she raised her voice and said to Xiao Hu: "Xiao Hu, Jian Yang said he wants to buy your pencil, I saw that you no longer have any extra pencils in your stationery box, so I told him that you don't have any more pencils to sell. "He said he's waiting for you to come back. Tell him, do you have any more pencils to sell?"

A buzzing sound came from Xiao Hu's head. It sounded like an explosion.

Xiao Hu was no longer an ignorant child. At the age of ten, his brain reacted pretty quickly. He immediately reacted, since he had exposed his identity. It seemed like a beating was inevitable today.

However, Xiao Hu was a child who cared about face. He could only follow Lu Xinfei's instructions and try his best to maintain a calm expression. He said to Jian Yang, "My pencil is sold out. Go buy it from somewhere else."

Jian Yang's expression immediately became unsightly. He mumbled, "I didn't know that the Prophet would call out to his neighbors when buying things at school. You really don't have a sense of kinship. You're just like your father …" It turned out that Jian Yang's father often told stories about Xiao Hu's father, Chen Dayong, at home. Then the child remembered that an eleven-year-old child didn't know what to say or not to say.

Jian Yang left huffily. Lu Xinfei turned her gaze towards Xiao Hu. Xiao Hu was so scared that he didn't even dare to make a sound. His head was lowered down to his chest.

"Xiao Hu, don't tell your dad. Jianyang said bad things about him …" Lu Xinfei pushed open the door and walked in as if nothing had happened. She never mentioned that Xiao Hu was selling pencils at school.

"Yes." As a young man, Xiao Hu didn't understand that Jian Yang had secretly slandered his father, Chen Dayong. However, hearing Lu Xinfei's words, he knew that the lord must have recognized something, so he nodded his head obediently.

He revealed a bashful and fawning smile. Seeing Lu Xinfei put down her things and go to the well to shake the water, Xiao Hu quickly took over from Lu Xinfei and whispered, "Mom, let me shake for you, I have strength."

As for Xiao Hu saying that he had the strength, it was just because Lu Xinfei was fond of ordering Xiao Hu to do things every time she was too lazy to do them. Knowing that Xiao Hu would pout and be unwilling, Lu Xinfei still had her own set of servant rules, which was not to be stingy towards her praise.