Nomenclature of Night

Qing Chen ran wildly on the road, and when he stepped out of the wall, his hand was not well wound, but he was cut with a burr on the iron railing.

The boy's face was cold. He didn't expect that the first thing his father would do after he left the detention center was to sell the house.

When he hurried home, he heard an intermediary inside say: "Don't look at this house, but it's an out-and-out school district house. Once you settle down, your child can go to the L.A. Foreign Languages ​​next door. School is here. And it’s too close to Luowai. Your child has been there in five minutes after going to school."

"If you live far away, it is inconvenient for you to pick him up, and it is not safe to ride a bicycle. In addition, the child can sleep for 40 minutes a day, which is much better than other students."

There are six people in the house looking at the house. It seems that they are three couples, all of whom are coming to the school district.

At this moment, the intermediary said: "And the landlord also said that his child is the champion of the senior high school entrance examination in Los Angeles, and this is also the former residence of the champion."

Qing Chen: "..."

To be honest, he really didn't expect that his title as the champion of the senior high school entrance examination could even be used as a value-added means of selling a house.

Qing Chen 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 Qing Chen.

The real estate agent hesitated: "Are you?"

Qing Chen replied concisely: "The champion."

Intermediary: "..."

The middle-aged men and women who came to see the room subconsciously looked at a photo on the wall, which was a memento of Qing Chen when he received the award.

At that time, Luocheng City also rewarded him with 5,000 yuan, of course, the money was also gambled clean by Qing Guozhong.

The intermediary hesitated and said: "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. This is not wrong. Moreover, the key was given to me just now. He has been here. Let’s do it, I’ll call Mr. Qing Guozhong to confirm."

With that, he called Qing Guozhong and pressed the speakerphone.

But when he heard the sound of rubbing mahjong on the other side of the phone, Qing Guozhong said impatiently, "What's the matter?"

"Hello, Mr. Qing Guozhong," the intermediary said: "That's it. I brought a few clients to see the house, and it turned out...it should be your son who said that this house is not for sale."

Qing Guozhong was a little puzzled: "Should the kid not be in class? Why did he come home suddenly? It's okay. You don't need to worry about him. The house is my name. If I sell it, I will sell it, Hongzhong!"

The intermediary said: "Uh, I'm afraid it won't work, Mr. Qing, you need to come back to solve this, otherwise there will be problems when the house is vacated."

"Then wait until tomorrow afternoon for me to come over again. I'm busy now, Ertong!" Qing Guozhong said.

After speaking, the other side hung up the phone.

The intermediary held the phone speechlessly, and then looked towards Qingchen: "Uh, then we will come back tomorrow afternoon."

And Qing Chen thought at this moment, why does Qing Guozhong have the money to play cards as soon as he leaves the detention center?

After waiting for everyone to go out, he touched under his mattress for the first time, only to find that Qing Guozhong had also touched the thousands of dollars he had used to sell gold bars last time.

Qing Chen is a student and a recognized poor student. It is easy to be suspected if there are thousands of dollars in cash in his wallet.

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

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

Qing Chen shook his head silently.

Jiang Xue said: "I just checked with the agent. If your father wants to sell this house, you really can't stop it. From a legal point of view, this is his house."

Noise can be heard outside the window. The agent is explaining the situation to several customers. After all, those people came to see the room but ran away for nothing. They were very angry.

"Yeah," Qing Chen responded softly.

"But it doesn't matter Xiaochen, it doesn't matter if you don't want a dad like this, you will move to our house in the future, Xiaoyun sleeps in the same room with me, I will tidy up her house and you will be able to live," Jiang Xue comforted. "From now on, you will be our family. You can study with peace of mind. Later, when you are admitted to university, your aunt will provide you with tuition."

Qing Chen smiled: "It's okay, Aunt Jiang Xue, it's not appropriate for Xiaoyun to squeeze a room with you when he grows up."

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the door, and Qing Chen looked out. It was Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen who were sitting in a wheelchair.

Behind them, there is a dedicated person pushing a wheelchair.

Hu Xiaoniu pondered and said, "Student Qingchen, we heard the intermediary's conversation outside. That's it. The two classmates opposite you have already moved out, but I have already bought the house. If you don’t dislike it," Hu Xiaoniu said. , You can move to live there."

To be honest, Hu Xiaoniu had never been in contact with this kind of thing before, and he couldn't figure out which father would sell the house, leaving his son nowhere to live.

He can't understand.

Qing Chen thought for a while and said, "I am very grateful for your kindness. What you provide 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."

In Qing Chen's view, although the other party has a surplus house, he does not necessarily have to rent it to himself, so he must accept this sentiment.

In the future, if the other party is in trouble, he will definitely help each other once for free.

Hu Xiaoniu asked people to fetch the keys and hand them to Qingchen: "The rent is normally 1200, but we have just renovated this house and we have also changed a lot of things, such as air-conditioning, smart toilets, and TV sets. So the rent is higher, 1400 you. What do you think?"

"Reasonable," Qing Chen said to Jiang Xue, "Aunt Jiang Xue, first help me pad it, and then I will pay you back."

"Well," Jiang Xue nodded.

Hu Xiaoniu said sincerely to Jiang Xue: "We may have been offended when dealing with you because of our own reasons. Please forgive me. I hope I won't leave a bad impression on you, and I can still be friends if I have a chance."

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

"Well," Hu Xiaoniu nodded.

After speaking, he slowly got up and walked upstairs with the railing little by little, while the people behind helped him lift the wheelchair up.

Jiang Xue looked at Qing Chen: "What do you plan to do next?"

Qing Chen looked back at the familiar home, the dim room, the dilapidated curtains, and the sofa. He used to think that one day he would leave here sooner or later, but when it came time to leave, he was still a little bit reluctant.

He remembered that his father would buy Taotaoju rice noodles a few years ago, and the two of them sat on the sofa and ate around the coffee table.

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

He remembered looking out from his desk, he could see the fig tree in front of the door.

He remembered every detail of the house, whether it was good or bad.

Then, the mother left.

Then, my father didn't come back.

Perhaps this is the shortcoming of too good memory.

However, it's up to now.

"Perhaps it's time to end it," Qing Chen said calmly while standing in the small room: "Tomorrow, let's leave the past life away."

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