Night’s Nomenclature

Qingchen ran wildly on the road. When he climbed over the wall to get out, the wound on his hand that was not healed was cut open by a burr on the iron railing.

The young man had a stern look on his face. He did not expect that the first thing his father would do after he was released from the detention center was to sell his house.

When he hurried home, he heard an agent inside say: "You guys may not think that this house is old and small, but it is a real school district house. Once the hukou is registered, the children can go to the Los Angeles Foreign Language School next door." It’s a school. And it’s really close to Luowei. Your child can go to school in five minutes across the road.”

"It is inconvenient for you to pick him up and drop him off because he lives far away, and it is not safe to ride a bicycle. In addition, the child can sleep 40 minutes more every day, which is much better than other students."

There were six people in the house looking at the house. They seemed to be three couples, all of whom were looking for houses in the school district.

At this moment, the agent said: "And the landlord also said that his child is the top scorer in the high school entrance examination in Los Angeles. This can be considered the former residence of the top scorer."

Qingchen: "..."

To be honest, he really didn't expect that his reputation as the top scorer in the high school entrance examination could be used as a means of increasing the value of his house.

Qingchen said coldly: "Who asked you to see this house? This house is not for sale!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned to Qingchen.

The real estate agent hesitated: "Who are you?"

Qingchen answered concisely and concisely: "The number one scholar."

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The middle-aged men and women who came to see the house subconsciously looked at a photo on the wall. It was clearly a souvenir of when Qingchen received the award.

At that time, Luocheng City also rewarded him with 5,000 yuan. Of course, the money was also wiped out by Qing Guozhong's gambling.

The agent hesitated: "This house has been entrusted to us by Mr. Qing Guozhong, and we have also seen the real estate certificate. It is indeed his name on it. This is correct. Moreover, he also gave me the key. Just now He has been here before. Let me give Mr. Qing Guozhong a call to confirm."

With that said, he dialed Qing Guozhong's number and pressed the speaker phone.

But hearing the sound of mahjong playing on the other side of the phone, Qing Guozhong said impatiently: "What's wrong?"

"Hello, Mr. Qing Guozhong," the agent said, "It's like this. I brought a few clients to view the house, and the result... It was probably your son who said that the house was not for sale."

Qing Guozhong was a little confused: "Shouldn't that kid be in class? Why did he come home suddenly? It's okay, you don't have to worry about him. The house is in my name. I'll sell it as I say. Hongzhong!"

The agent said: "Well, I'm afraid it won't work, Mr. Qing. You need to come back to solve this problem, otherwise there will be problems when you vacate the house."

"Then I'll go there again tomorrow afternoon. I'm busy right now, Ergong!" Qing Guozhong said.

After saying that, the other person hung up the phone.

The agent held the phone speechlessly, then looked at Qingchen: "Well, let's wait until tomorrow afternoon."

And Qingchen was thinking at this time, why did Qing Guozhong have money to play cards as soon as he got out of the detention center?

After he waited for everyone to go out, he immediately went to touch under his mattress, only to find that Qing Guozhong had also taken away the thousands of dollars he had spent selling gold bars.

Qingchen was a student, and he was recognized as a poor student. If he had thousands of dollars in cash stuffed in his wallet, he would easily be suspected.

He was a little lucky that he put the gold bars in his backpack before going to Laojun Mountain, otherwise the four gold bars might have been taken away.

At this time Jiang Xue walked in and asked softly: "Xiaochen, are you okay?"

Qingchen shook his head silently.

Jiang Xue said: "I just went to confirm with the agent. If your father wants to sell this house, you really can't stop him. Legally speaking, this is his house."

Noisy noises can still be heard outside the window. It is the agent explaining the situation to several customers. After all, those few people came to see the house in vain and were very angry.

"Yeah," Qingchen responded softly.

"But it doesn't matter, Xiaochen. It doesn't matter if you don't want such a father. You can move to our house from now on. Xiaoyun will sleep in the same room with me. I'll clean up her room and you can live there," Jiang Xue comforted. : "From now on, you are our family. You can study with peace of mind. When you are admitted to university, aunt will pay for your tuition."

Qingchen smiled: "It's okay, Aunt Jiang Xue. Xiaoyun has grown up and it's not appropriate for me to share a room with you."

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door. Qingchen looked out and saw Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen sitting in wheelchairs.

Behind them, there are dedicated people pushing wheelchairs.

Hu Xiaoniu thought for a while and said: "Classmate Qingchen, we heard the intermediary's conversation outside. It's like this. The two classmates across from you have moved out, but I have already bought that house. If you don't mind it, , you can move there.”

To be honest, Hu Xiaoniu had never been exposed to this kind of thing before, and he couldn't imagine any father who would sell his house and leave his son without a place to live.

He couldn't understand.

Qingchen thought for a while and said: "I am very grateful for your kindness. What you provided is indeed what I urgently need, but I can't live in vain. I know you are not short of money, but please accept the rent. At the same time, I will remember this Humane."

Hu Xiaoniu smiled: "Okay, no problem."

From Qingchen's point of view, although the other party has an extra house, he doesn't necessarily have to rent it to him, so he must accept this sentiment.

If the other party is in trouble in the future, he will definitely help the other party for free.

Hu Xiaoniu asked someone to get the key and handed it to Qingchen: "The rent is normally 1,200, but we have just renovated this house and replaced many things, such as air conditioners, smart toilets, and TVs, so the rent price is higher, 1,400 for you how do you feel?"

"It's reasonable," Qingchen said to Jiang Xue: "Aunt Jiang Xue, please give me a cushion first, and then I'll pay you back after I make money."

"Yeah," Jiang Xue nodded.

Hu Xiaoniu said sincerely to Jiang Xue: "Maybe due to our own reasons, I was a little offended when dealing with you. Please forgive me. I hope I won't leave a bad impression on you and we can still become friends if we have a chance."

Jiang Xue smiled: "This classmate is fine, don't take it to heart."

"Yeah," Hu Xiaoniu nodded.

After saying that, he slowly stood up and walked up the stairs little by little, holding on to the railing, while the people behind him helped him move his wheelchair up.

Jiang Xue looked at Qingchen: "What are you going to do next?"

Qingchen looked back at his familiar home, a dim room, shabby curtains, and a sofa. He always thought that he would leave here sooner or later, but when it came time to leave, he still felt a little reluctant to leave.

He remembered that his father would buy Tao Tao Ju rice noodles a few years ago, and the two of them would sit on the sofa and eat around the coffee table.

He remembered that ants would come to look for food in this house from time to time. His mother, Zhang Wanfang, would always complain that there were too many bugs and that the house was too damp.

He remembered looking out from his desk and seeing the fig tree in front of his door.

He remembered every detail of the house, good and bad.

Then, the mother left.

Then, my father never came back.

Perhaps this is the shortcoming of having a good memory.

But now.

"Perhaps it's time to settle things," Qingchen said calmly while standing in the small room: "Tomorrow, let's let go of the past life."

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