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Forget it, didn't Qi Ruizhi say he was coming to see her tomorrow.

If you do, she will tell Qi Ruizhi again.

She raised her hand and rubbed her tired head. She was really suffering from heatstroke. In fact, she had been dizzy all the time.

At the moment, her mind was full of Qi Ruizhi's things, which made her more uncomfortable.

So she put aside these and stopped thinking. At present, what Yi mianmianmian should think is the dinner later

Standing at the gate of the inpatient department, Yi Mianmian paused and walked out.

School starts a few days later. After Yi Mianmian came to Kyoto with the dean's mother, in order to take care of her nearby, she rented a house only 20 minutes away from the hospital.

The place to rent a house is a village in the city. Although Beijing is very prosperous, there are also places incompatible with the prosperity.

Yi Mianmian's rent places are rented by patients' families who come to the Central Hospital of Beijing, so the price is not expensive.

As for the environment, the village in the city seems to be in the state of demolition, and the environment is naturally not much better.

Through several slightly dirty and messy alleys, Yi Mianmian came downstairs to her rental house.

This is a seven story building. It looks old.

Yi Mianmian's room is on the sixth floor. Without an elevator, you can only go up the stairs.

On the sixth floor, she had to go through a narrow corridor.

Because the houses are dense, let alone the corridor, even the rented room is not exposed to the sun all year round, so it looks a little wet.

Yi Mianmian walked in the corridor, smelling the smell of food from other rooms and the sound of talking because of poor sound insulation.

Go to the end of the aisle and you will come to Yi Mianmian's room.

A woman's sad and desperate cry came from the next room, making her hand hold the key pause.

"The child's mother... It's not that I don't want to cure the child's disease... There's really no way... The family already owes so much money, I..."

The man's voice was tired and his tone was filled with despair.

Obviously, the child's huge medical expenses have crushed the pillar of the family.

The rooms here are moved away and moved in every day. Some are ill, some are gone, and some are just like the next door. They are so pressed that they can only choose to give up.

Yi Mianmian is in a trance. He has some impression of the couple next door. Their child seems to have leukemia.

The drooping eyelashes trembled, Yi Mianmian stopped listening to the intermittent crying conversation next door, took out the key and opened the door.

The room is so small that it can only put down a single bed of 1.2 meters and a single table beside the bed.

No chair, just sit on the bed.

Next to the single table is a small wardrobe.

At the foot of the bed, there is only an aisle less than one meter wide.

For the convenience of cooking, there is also a pitifully small kitchen and an equally pitifully small bathroom.

Although the place is small, it is easily cleaned and not messy at all.

Yi Mianmian took off his small black leather shoes and changed into slippers.

She went to the bed and sat down. She looked at everything here. It was strange and familiar.

She lived in this place for several years.

Then school began, and she didn't go to school.

The first is to take care of the dean's mother nearby. The second is that the accommodation fee of the school is more expensive than the rent here.

Although it's only more expensive, it's not a good choice for Yi Mianmian, who can't wait to break a dime into two.

And at that time, in order to make money, she was out of school half the time in a month.

At the beginning, she studied marketing. Later, she felt that since she entered the entertainment industry, she should study that major.

She happens to have an art school in her university, including the Department of performance.

Therefore, Yi Mianmian changed his major and entered the performance department.