Duan Xueqin gets talkative when nervous, especially after learning from the doctor half an hour ago that she has a terminal illness, her nerves are on high alert.
Seeing the male student beside her with red eyes, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"
Her husband also cast a concerned glance.
Around them, a crowd of spectators, each more excited than the last.
Zhang Jun, hearing the couple beside him chatting, suddenly felt a lump in his throat: "It's nothing, just had a fight with my parents."
Zhang Jun continued to mutter to himself: "Every year, I use my scholarship to help out at home. Just this once, I wanted to see my idol's variety show. Can't I spend money on something I'm interested in?"
Out of a ten thousand scholarship, he spent eight thousand eight hundred to come to the show, for the best seats!
His mother argued with him over the phone, scolding him for wasting money. How could a rural boy spend money like that?
