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Chen Jianguo’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, but he didn’t have an attack in front of so many people.

Zhao Sumei clutched the 20,000 yuan, her hands trembling.

Twenty thousand yuan.

“ Adding in Lin Jing’s two thousand, Lin Wei’s three thousand, plus the five thousand she borrowed from her parents’ family, the total is only thirty thousand.

There’s still fifty thousand left.

She looked up at the people at the door, and they all looked at her.

The moment their eyes met, the last bit of hope in her heart was completely extinguished.

She understood the look in those people’s eyes.

It’s not that I don’t have money, it’s that I don’t want to give it.

It’s not that I don’t know, it’s that I don’t care.

Lin Guoqiang saw all this and felt calm in his heart.

That kind of calmness is strange, like in the center of a violent storm, there is a small area of ​​quietness.

He remembered a lot of things. He recalled that during the Chinese New Year when he was a child, he would give the chicken legs to his younger siblings and gnaw on the chicken feet himself.

Thinking of returning from the army, he lent the resettlement fee to the third child to get a wife.

Recalling the time when the family was separated, he gave up the good land to his eldest brother and allocated a piece of thin land by the river beach to himself.

Zhao Sumei had a quarrel with him and didn’t speak to him for three days...

He remembered that when Zhao Sumei was with him, she was only twenty-one years old, with two braids and two dimples when she smiled.

How beautiful she was at that time, her eyes were as bright as the newly melted river water in spring.

But what about now?

What does she look like now?

My hair is gray, the corners of my eyes are covered with wrinkles, my hands are full of cracks and calluses, and there is dirt between my fingernails that can never be washed away.

She is only forty-five years old, but she looks like someone in her fifties or sixties.

She has never had a good day following him in her life.

And what about him?

He gave everything to others, leaving the pain and tiredness to himself, his wife and daughter.

He thought he was a good person.

In fact, he is the biggest bastard in the world.

He was worthy of everyone, but he was sorry to the people who deserved it the most.

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