I'm in love

At this moment, Fan Shengmei was trying hard to control her desire for food - after all, she was doing her best to lose weight! Just as she was hesitating whether to take another bite of the pitiful apple in her hand, a sudden ring of the mobile phone broke the silence.

Fan Shengmei answered the phone impatiently: "Hello?"

"Shengmei..." Old Xie's helpless voice came from the other end of the phone, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but this time it's really a bit troublesome... Your brother's security job was going quite smoothly, but who knew that he got screwed today and actually started a fight with his boss! What's worse is that they completely ignored the fact that there were VIP guests in the lobby at the time, and they fought openly there, and as a result, both of them were seriously injured! They were first sent to the hospital for treatment, and then to the police station together... Oh, this is a big deal!" Old Xie said, shaking his head and sighing.

Fan Shengmei's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. She held the phone tightly, looking guilty, and apologized earnestly: "Old Xie, I'm so sorry! You worked so hard to help him find this job, but this happened..."

Old Xie sighed helplessly and responded: "That's right, old classmate. In fact, helping is not a big deal, but the situation this time is really special. Even the boss is angry. I really can't do anything. I'm really sorry to have put you in a difficult position..." His face was full of apology.

Fan Shengmei quickly waved her hands and said anxiously: "Don't say that, I am the one who should apologize! Look, she has caused you so much trouble again. Let me put it this way, when I go back, I will find you in person and apologize to you in person, okay?" Her eyes were full of sincerity and determination.

Old Xie waved his hands and said, "No, no, no. You might have to ask your brother about the situation. I heard that he is short of money right now and even asked the finance department for an advance of one month's salary! He was the one who started the fight. If there is not enough money to solve the problem, I'm afraid it won't be resolved so easily."

Fan Shengmei frowned and said worriedly, "Okay, I understand. Thank you for reminding me, Lao Xie." She was secretly thinking about the troubles her brother might encounter, and at the same time she felt a wave of pressure in her heart.

Old Xie comforted him, "It's okay, don't worry too much. If you need any help, just let me know. I'll hang up first." After that, he hung up the phone.

Fan Shengmei dragged her heavy feet and walked slowly back to the room, her face full of worry and fatigue. At the same time, Xiaoguan walked out of the door with a garbage bag in her hand, ready to throw it away, but her eyes kept looking back in Fan Shengmei's direction.

Just now, there was a heated conversation between them, and all of this was heard clearly by Guan Juer who was standing by. Guan Juer was in a complicated mood at the moment. She silently watched Fan Shengmei walk into the room and then gently closed the door.

Qiu Yingying didn't seem to be very interested in participating in this discussion. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, indicating that she was a little sleepy. So she decided to go back to her room to rest. Seeing this, Guan Juer also nodded and turned to walk towards her room.

The whole room suddenly became quiet, leaving only the tightly closed door, as if separating the two worlds. In this silent atmosphere, Guan Juer couldn't help but fall into deep thought...

The next morning, the sun shone through the window onto Fan Shengmei's face. She rubbed her eyes, stretched, and then slowly got up from the bed. After washing up, Fan Shengmei picked up her cell phone that had been turned off on the table for a long time and pressed the power button. The moment the screen lit up, countless missed calls and text messages flooded in, catching her off guard.

Looking at the series of familiar numbers, Fan Shengmei sighed helplessly. Needless to say, these calls must be from home. When she thought of her disappointing brother and his troublesome things, Fan Shengmei suddenly became irritated.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, then walked into the room, closed the door, sat on the bed and dialed the phone at home. As soon as the call was connected, her mother's anxious voice came from the other end: "Xiaomei, you finally answered the phone! We were so worried! You...did you hear about your brother's matter?"

Fan Shengmei frowned and asked in a cold tone: "Mom, what's the matter? I've been very busy these days and have no time to pay attention to other things." In fact, she knew in her heart that it was nothing more than her brother causing trouble again and she needed to clean up the mess. This was not the first time this happened, and she was already extremely tired of it.

Fan Shengmei frowned and said, "Of course I know!"

Mother Fan said anxiously, "Oh, my daughter, the hotel is going to fire him, what should I do?"

Fan Shengmei sighed helplessly: "He hit someone, and the person he hit was his superior, so he deserves to be fired."

Mother Fan was a little displeased: "How can you say that about your brother?"

Fan Shengmei felt aggrieved: "What else can I say? I paid money and used connections to help him find this job, but he beat me to death with just one punch. Now even my classmates are implicated, what can I do?" She became more and more excited as she spoke, and her voice unconsciously rose an octave.

Mother Fan: Yes, yes, I know about this matter. It is indeed your brother who did something wrong. You also know your brother's character. When he was working, your sister-in-law was always clamoring to divorce him!

Mother Fan: Now it’s bad. Not only has he lost his job, but he’s also been put in a detention center. How are we going to live in the future? Besides, he’s still in prison, and your sister-in-law is getting worse, clamoring to take Lei Lei back to her parents’ home. Isn’t this going to take our lives?

Fan Shengmei said helplessly, "Mom, you've been treating me like toilet paper all these years, cleaning my brother's ass every day! He gets into trouble everywhere and borrows money everywhere, and every time I have to help him clean up the mess."

Fan Shengmei sighed deeply and continued, "But it really won't work this time. He has it all to blame. There's nothing I can do." Her eyes were filled with fatigue and despair.

Mother Fan cried and begged, "Xiao Mei, you can't just stand by and watch him die! Look at your brother, he has lost his job and has to pay so much for medical expenses. Where can he get such a large sum of money? Please help him think of a solution, okay?"

Fan Shengmei was in a state of conflict, with the pressure of family affection on one hand and her life, which had been squeezed to the point of being almost exhausted, on the other hand. She closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Fan Shengmei frowned and said helplessly, "How could he possibly come up with so much money? Where would I get so much money? I only get this little salary every month. I have to pay the rent in a few days, and I also have to send living expenses to you and my dad on time. I really don't have any extra money."

Fan's mother was anxious and wanted to continue persuading her: "But, Xiaomei, listen to me first..."

Fan Shengmei held the phone, her face a little tired. On the other end of the phone, her mother's nagging voice was endless, which aroused the helplessness and fatigue deep in her heart. She tried to explain and tried to calm down the anxiety and contradictions between the family, but it seemed that everything was in vain.

"Mom, stop talking!" Fan Shengmei finally couldn't help interrupting her mother, with a hint of helplessness and grievance in her voice. "I still have a lot of things to deal with here. Don't worry, I will remit your living expenses on time tomorrow." She tried to keep her tone calm, but she could hardly hide her exhaustion.

"If you really want to subsidize my brother, then go ahead. It has been like this for so many years anyway." There was a hint of helplessness and powerlessness in Fan Shengmei's voice, as if she had long been accustomed to this role in the family, and accustomed to playing the responsible eldest son in front of her mother.

"Okay, no more words, bye!" Finally, she hung up the phone helplessly. For a moment, only deep sighs echoed in the room.

At this silent moment, Fan Shengmei's heart was churning like a storm. She couldn't help but think back to the past, thinking back to the time when she faced the burden and responsibility of the family alone after Qu Lianjie left. She wanted freedom and wanted to pursue her dreams, but reality prevented her from doing so.

The wind outside the window blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness. Fan Shengmei closed her eyes and tried to calm her inner waves. She knew that tomorrow's life would still be busy, but she would face it bravely and not let the pressure of family overwhelm her. She needed to be brave and firm, because the storms of life would eventually pass, and what would remain would be her tenacious back, shining brightly.

Fan Shengmei curled up on the bed, tears silently falling, tearing the wounds in her heart. She felt deeply exhausted and helpless, and the sadness in her heart surged like a tide, drowning all her strength.

Recalling her childhood, those silent sacrifices and efforts, like iron chains, bound her tightly to this unfair reality. Why did fate treat her like this, making her bear a burden beyond her age at such a young age? Why did she have to help her brother clean his butt from childhood to adulthood, like a helpless little girl, forced to endure this unfairness and grievance?

She closed her eyes, and although tears blurred her vision, she could clearly feel the pain in her heart. She longed for freedom, longed to get rid of this endless sacrifice and pressure, but fate seemed to always play a cruel joke, so that she could never get true freedom.

The moonlight outside the window fell on the bed, casting mottled light and shadows, just like the bitterness and strength intertwined in her life. Fan Shengmei hugged the quilt, as if she was hugging her child forgotten by the world, tears kept flowing, and her heart was as painful as a torn wound.

In this quiet night, she felt lonely and helpless, but also gathered an incomparable strength in her heart. She knew that crying could not change the reality, she had to face it bravely, even if her heart was broken, she had to stand up and move forward.

Fan Shengmei slowly closed her eyes, her breathing gradually became steady, and the storm in her heart slowly subsided. She knew that the sun would still rise tomorrow, and she would have new courage and strength to face the memories that once caused her pain, and to find her own freedom and happiness.

In the moonlight, Fan Shengmei's silhouette appears particularly firm and beautiful, as if she is the only warrior in the night, guarding the flame in her heart, which will never go out. Her tears have dried up, leaving behind traces of strength and hope, shining brightly, illuminating her way forward.