The law of great fragrance for old men

Chapter 22

"Boss, the order is for ice cream cake, not creamy fruit!" Li Muyang reminded.

"Ah, sorry."

He Nian looked down at the cake in his hand with a confused expression. The packaging box was almost ready and he could only open it and make it again.

In the past two days, he felt that he was very out of state. He was twisting and turning, a little worried about gains and losses, and his whole person was in conflict and anxiety. He always had a bad premonition, but he couldn't tell what it was specifically.

The stray cat at the door meowed a few times. It was the tabby cat that came back from the roadside last time to celebrate the New Year. At this moment, the kitten rubbed its head against the glass door, circling back and forth without actually entering the house, begging for some food. of.

He Nian took a bag of biscuits and squatted at the door to feed the cat, his thoughts already wandering to nowhere.

He blinked and thought that the person who could go on a blind date with his husband must be very good. Then he would no longer be able to go to the study to read, nor would he be able to stay in the room on the second floor, nor would he be able to stay in the game room.

The kitten seemed to sense his unhappiness, meowing wildly, circling around He Nian's calf, and licking the back of his hand, trying to please him.

This low mood lasted until evening.

I was cooking in the kitchen while wearing slippers during the New Year. The cell phone in the living room suddenly rang. The ringtone seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet environment.

He Nian was inexplicably stunned for a moment. His hands were shaking from fear, and his fingertips were soaked with blood. He rinsed the faucet twice and ran to the living room to answer the phone. He Minglan's voice was choked with tears:

"Xiao Nian, your father's condition is not good. Chemotherapy has no effect. Now the cancer cells have metastasized and spread. The doctor said that surgery should be performed as soon as possible..."

"It costs 300,000 yuan every year. This is buying your life with money!"

There were even more sad cries in the quiet room. He Nian slumped from the sofa to the floor without moving. He felt like the sky was falling. Why is this happening? Everything has obviously turned around for the better. Why on earth is this happening...

Why is life always so unpredictable?

"I still have a house at home. If the house is sold, I can get it together." He Minglan had already burst into tears and kept repeating this sentence.

I don't know how I hung up the phone. He Nian sat there as if his soul had been pulled out, his hands and feet were cold, the water in the kitchen was boiling, and the induction cooker made a mechanical sound.

Go home, he wants to go home.

He ran into the kitchen and turned off the fire, ignoring the wounds on his hands, and hurriedly dragged his suitcase to pack his things. But what was there to pack? The most important thing right now was money.

The only house in the family is not big. Since He Cen fell ill, he has almost spent all his money. Let alone 300,000 yuan. Even if he borrowed it, he could not even get 50,000 yuan. If the house was sold again, He Minglan would not even have a place to stay. The family was completely reduced to duckweeds, and the 300,000 yuan was only for the surgery, not counting the cost of follow-up treatment.

He Nian was so anxious that he gritted his teeth and slapped his head. His father was sick and he was the backbone of the family, but three hundred thousand was not a small amount of money. How could he get it together without selling the house.