Rebirth, Starting from 2005

Yan Xin glanced at the pair of gloves on the table, feeling a little helpless. He was too careless at the time, and didn't take off the pair of gloves for her in time, but they came to her.

There was no choice but to get up and return the gloves to others.

Holding the gloves, he went outside, and saw Feng Xi standing in the snow in front of the door, wearing the clothes he wore yesterday, wearing rain boots, and carrying a small bamboo basket.

Yan Xin took a look, and there were oranges in the bamboo basket.

Suddenly remembered that there were a few tangerine trees behind Feng's house, and the oranges were quite delicious.

As the son-in-law of the Feng family in his previous life, he also ate some.

Thinking of this, the mouth unconsciously secreted saliva.

He walked over and handed the pair of gloves to her, while saying, "Don't you have any other gloves? It's just this pair of gloves that's snowing and you still have to travel so far to get them?"

Feng Xi nodded and said in a low voice, "Well, just this pair of gloves."

Yan Xin couldn't understand: "You can buy two more pairs, and you can make money selling clothes, so there's no need to save so much, right? It's not worth it if you freeze your hands for that little money."

Feng Xi took the gloves, and said pitifully, "I don't want to part with the money, I want to save all the money for tuition."

As he said that, he raised the bamboo basket he was carrying to Yan Xin: "This is my orange. Thank you for sending me home yesterday. I brought it here for you to eat."

Today's Feng Xi is very well-behaved, with a hint of pity, which is very different from the unreasonable trouble in front of the clothing stall yesterday.

This surprised Yan Xin a little.

After hesitating for a while, he still took the basket of oranges and said, "It's really unnecessary to travel so far to carry them in such a cold day."

"What should be thanked is still to be thanked," Feng Xi said, "One must be grateful."

"What's the big deal?" Yan Xin felt embarrassed, "Besides, I only rely on your bicycle to get home in time, otherwise I have to wait for the car in the cold weather."

He returned to the house with the bamboo basket, poured the oranges into a net basin, went out and returned the bamboo basket to her, seeing that her hands were red, he could not help but say:

"In this snowy day, you don't even wear gloves. Isn't it cold if you bring this here?"

"Cold," Feng Xi looked up at him, "both hands are frozen."

"The gloves are returned to you, you put them on." Yan Xin said.

Feng Xi stretched out both hands in front of him: "My fingers are frozen, I can't put them on, why don't you help me put them on."

Yan Xin sighed: "I don't know what you think, but you came here to suffer in this cold weather!"

Put the bamboo basket on the ground, took the gloves from Feng Xi's hand, and put them on her one by one.

If other girls asked him to do such a thing, he would definitely not do it, after all there should be such a boundary between men and women.

However, when facing Feng Xi, that limit was a bit vague.

That was his wife in his previous life. Although she got divorced later, she had been married for several years.

They are too familiar with each other, and they were once too close.

With such a memory, the boundary between men and women will inevitably be impacted.

He didn't feel anything wrong with doing such a thing.

This kind of gloves knitted by oneself is no more difficult than bought gloves, and it is relatively difficult to put on. It is really not so convenient when the fingers of both hands are frozen.

Holding Feng Xi's hand, it was really cold, like a lump of ice, which froze Yan Xin who had just come out of the bed.

I really don't know why she has to suffer this.

Is it for this basket of oranges, or for that pair of gloves?

It's not worth it.

But no matter what it was for, this crime was for himself, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Putting gloves on her, seeing that her face was flushed from the cold, she couldn't help but ask again: "Are you cold?"

"Cold!" Feng Xi nodded vigorously.

Yan Xin thought for a while, and said: "Why don't you warm up at my house first, and then go back after warming up."

Feng Xi hummed, which was considered to be a promise, and said another sentence:

"sorry to bother you."

"What's the trouble, you brought me oranges in such a cold day." Yan Xin said, and walked into the kitchen.

Feng Xi walked in behind him, clenched his fists quietly, and there was some excitement on his face.

Seeing that Yan Xin was about to turn his head, he tightened his excited look and turned into a pitiful look.

After entering the kitchen, Yan Xin pulled out a broken iron pot, grabbed a handful of dried pine needles picked up from the mountain to ignite the fire, put them into the broken iron pot, lit the fire, and added thinner branches.

After the slender branches are ignited, add thicker branches.

Within two minutes, the fire in the broken iron pot started.

The kitchen was quite cold at first, but once the fire started, it quickly warmed up.

Feng Xi pulled up a chair and sat by the fire to warm up, as quiet as a little quail.

After Yan Xin lit the fire, he found a chair and sat down.

The two of them warmed up by the fire together, and they didn't speak at first, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Feng Xi was roasting on the fire, and the toe of his shoe was gently digging on the ground.

If the two of them kept silent for a long time, maybe Yan Xin wouldn't have to build a house anymore, and she would directly pick out a three-bedroom and two-living room.

After a few minutes, Yan Xin also felt a little embarrassed, coughed, and asked:

"How much money are you making now?"

"Not much." Feng Xi said.

"How much is not much?" Yan Xin asked.

Having spoken the words, he paused, and said again:

"I'm just a little curious. It's not necessary to know how much money you earn. If it's not convenient for you to say it, you don't have to say it."

"There must be five or six thousand." Feng Xi said.

Yan Xin was taken aback: "Earn so much? Do you rely on setting up a stall to sell clothes in the town during the winter vacation?"

"No," Feng Xi shook her head and said, "After I started school, I thought about earning tuition fees for myself. From the beginning, I used my living expenses to go to the wholesale market to buy some small commodities and sell them in the dormitory. At that time, I started to make money."

"Wow!" Yan Xin looked at Feng Xi in surprise, "So amazing!"

Feng Xi glanced at him, lowered his head again, and said: "It's okay, hard work is a little harder than others, but there are also rewards. At least I have some money in hand. In the future, even if my family does not support me to study, I will Can read. It will be better if you take your own future into your own hands.”

Yan Xin gave her a thumbs up: "You are this!"

In her previous life, Feng Xi actually worked very hard. While working part-time, she still taught herself high school knowledge, and she also thought that one day she would be able to take the college entrance examination and realize her university dream.

Later, I also learned all kinds of financial management knowledge, thinking about increasing the value of my money and solving life difficulties.

Unfortunately, luck was not so good, and all the hard work was in vain.

In this life, he prevented Feng Chen from committing suicide, which seemed to have fundamentally changed her fate. Not only could she continue to study, but she was also able to make money, and even her luck improved.

——In her previous life, what Yan Xin was most afraid of was Feng Xi's financial management.

It sounds clear and logical, but it is a mess in operation.

Doing a job honestly can still lead a more stable life. If you want to make a windfall, you end up losing all your capital.

Sometimes it's not all about ability, it's just bad luck.

Now Feng Xi can actually make money by running a small business, which shows that her luck has also improved, and it is not as bad as before. This is something worth being happy for her.