The old lady's surname is Mei, and her husband's surname is Feng, to be exact, it should be called Feng Mei's. Mrs. Mei is a native of western Sichuan, came to the north when she was young, and entered a woolen mill to become a glorious textile worker. Later, he married Master Feng, a worker in the factory, and formed a family and settled in the city.

In the past few decades, woolen mills have had high incomes and good pay, and working as a worker in a woolen mill is an enviable thing. Speaking of this employee welfare house alone, Mrs. Mei divided two sets into two sets, and originally planned to use her son as a marriage room, but the son of the Feng family couldn't help it, and the son of the Feng family graduated from college and found a foreign daughter-in-law and settled in the city where the other party is located.

Within a few years, her husband Lao Feng was also ill. Leaving Mrs. Mei alone to guard the two small houses in the same unit, she had to rent out one of them. A few years ago, I rented a landlord and kept doing well, but one day I suddenly stopped paying the rent, and I haven't heard from him since.

After Mrs. Mei "reviewed" Guo Yang's various documents, she probably judged that Guo Yang was a promising young journalist with a good career and a prestigious university degree and could be trusted, and the old man's chatterbox opened. While chattering to Guo Yang about some trivial things in the past, some of them were related to the house, and some were purely her family affairs, she took Guo Yang to see the house.

The house is not big, that is, about 60 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, and the downstairs is the same type of house, in fact, the house type of all the welfare houses in the entire woolen factory dormitory is basically the same. This is a product of the planned economy era, the welfare of employees, in the context of a big pot of rice, there can be no difference.

Mrs. Mei didn't care too much about the amount of rent, one hundred and fifty yuan a month, which can be paid once a month or half a year. Guo Yang gave three months' rent on the spot, and the old lady didn't talk nonsense, and gave the key directly. Before leaving, the old lady repeatedly told her that she didn't ask for anything, but Guo Yang was not allowed to take those people who were not in the society to the house, and if there were neighbors who reported being disturbed, she would rather take back the house without rent.

Renting a house so smoothly was beyond Guo Yang's expectations. He sent Mrs. Mei away and walked around the house by himself. The house has been simply renovated, with all the furniture it should have, and there is a brand new leather sofa in the small living room, which is spotless, and it is clear that the old lady often comes up to clean it.

Guo Yang knew very well in his heart that Zhang Shun definitely did not come forward to rent the house by himself, and Mrs. Mei would never rent the house to an underworld boss. And after Zhang Shun, there will inevitably be other tenants. Since the tenants came and went, they did not discover Zhang Shun's secret, which means that the place where Zhang Shun hid his belongings is not easy to be noticed and discovered.

But the house is so big, Guo Yang even searched the corners of the wall, but he didn't find a place to hide. Where can such a large tin box be hidden?

Guo Yang was a little distressed, he lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, sat on the sofa in the foyer, and wondered: Is there a mistake in his memory? Remembering the wrong place? Or is he now in another parallel time and space that looks like a god, not exactly the same world as his previous life?

The temperature in the room was a little high, but it was hot, so Guo Yang pressed the electric fan button on the side. The three-page ceiling fan on the ceiling began to rotate with a sneer, but at this moment, Guo Yang's eyes lit up, and he almost jumped up from the sofa.

He hurriedly found a chair, stood up, and tapped his hand lightly on a wall above the bathroom, making a crisp sound, and he knocked it down again, but it was a completely different stiff and muffled sound. He took a deep breath, jumped down excitedly, rushed to the kitchen to get a bulky kitchen knife, and slashed at the snow-white wall.

There was a click, and the snow-white walls cracked, and the paint that had been painted on the outside fell down, revealing the wooden door inside. It turned out that the top of the bathroom was originally a storage recess, but it was later renovated into a camera obscura, with a thin layer of fiberboard pasted on the outside, and whitewashed paint, which naturally integrated with the walls of the whole room, and it was difficult to see with the naked eye.

This layer of fiberboard was easily removed by Guo Yang, and there was a grass-green iron box quietly hidden in the dark dark box, Guo Yang's expression was slightly excited and nervous!

Near noon, Guo Yang met Zhou Bing, who had been waiting for a long time, at the entrance of the city's largest shopping mall, the People's Shopping Mall. Zhou Bing changed into a white dress, with a goose-yellow sunhat, and his long black hair still ended in butterflies at the back of his head, and the whole person looked refreshing and lovely.

Seeing Guo Yang walking slowly from the other side of the road, Zhou Bing smiled and waved in place, shouting, "Yangyang, I'm here!"

In fact, even though there are a lot of people going in and out of the mall, even if the weather is very hot and makes people a little absent-minded, Guo Yang still saw Zhou Bing at a glance. He quickened his pace, approached the front, and hugged the Yiren without hesitating the people around him.

Zhou Bing gently snuggled in Guo Yang's eager embrace, and she could sense that Ai Lang seemed to have some violent mood fluctuations at the moment. But she didn't think much about it, she wrapped her hand around Guo Yang's waist and said softly: "It's hot outside, let's go in, eat, I'll help you buy a few sets of clothes by the way." ”

Guo Yang snorted, then let go of his arms with a smile, took Zhou Bing's little hand and entered the People's Mall. In this year, shopping malls are still mainly shopping, unlike the large-scale complexes that have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain in later generations, integrating entertainment, consumption, catering, shopping, etc.

But in front of the supermarket on the basement floor there is a newly opened McDonald's. This kind of foreign fast food is still a new thing in the local area, and most of the people who come to try it are young people like Guo Yang and Zhou Bing. Zhou Bing munched on the hamburger elegantly, his watery eyes kept on Guo Yang's body beside him, and the smile on Guo Yang's face never stopped from the moment they met, becoming more and more brilliant, and he was naïve and confused.

"Yangyang, what have you been smirking at?"

Guo Yang didn't actually deliberately perform to tease Zhou Bingle, his thinking world was running at high speed excitedly, and Zhang Shun hid a total of 580,000 yuan, as well as gold bars and some Hong Kong dollars. With such a start-up capital, Guo Yang can do too much, the brilliant future has slowly kicked off, and he, the protagonist who went into battle in a hurry, directly skipped a lot of unnutritious line dialogues and strode towards the center of the starry stage!

"Yangyang, did you hear me talk?!" Zhou Bingjiao said angrily.

Guo Yang sighed, pointed at himself, and continued to grin: "Xiaoice, I am happy to see you and guard you." If I can guard you for the rest of my life, then I will laugh for the rest of my life. ”

Zhou Bing was stunned, in her memory, Guo Yang was a little poor-mouthed, but he was not the kind of person who was good at expressing love words - in fact, he has always been relatively restrained in terms of emotion, but now this kind of affectionate words that make people's hearts hot blurt out as soon as they are called, and they are so natural and fluent, Zhou Bing is of course a little caught off guard.

But there is no girl who doesn't like to listen to love words, some words don't need too much, just one or two sentences can run through the heart, wandering in the tide of love and can't extricate themselves.