Maybe for seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys and girls who are in the rainy season, who is good with whom, who is quietly holding hands with whom, so-and-so actually likes so-and-so, why doesn't she or he love me today, is it empathy...... and so on, all of which are extremely important, they are like the first thunder in spring, enlightening young people's initial intuition about the opposite sex and love.

But for a man who has walked on the brink of life and death countless times, and is now back to his seventeen-year-old, he has just experienced the thunder and lightning and torrential downpour of that summer yesterday, and he is already a little less sensitive to the thunder of early spring ringing in his ears.

In fact, looking at other things, the same is roughly the case.

For example, for him, does Wang Yaoheng hold a grudge against himself from now on? Will he want to find someone to beat him? Another example is the one who made a fuss at the door of the classroom just now, although Zhou Guowei's handling is very smart, but the rumors have always had ups and downs, and no one knows what it will become, so in the end, will there be news that he has committed something in the school?

For a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, about eight out of ten people, these things must be in his heart, but for Zhao Zijian, they are not much more important than things like things like riding a bicycle home when there is no snow on the street today.

This is not purely because of the aura added to his body, he feels that those things are not half a threat to him, but to a greater extent, it is actually because of his psychological aging.

Changing the young body of seventeen or eighteen years old may be able to restart the grace of a dying old man and secrete vigorous hormones, and maybe it can make an old man who has not lifted for twenty years seven times a night, but the aging of the mentality, or it can be called maturity, is almost irreversible.

The old guy is the old guy.

It's just that sometimes, some people, some things, make the old guy can't help but be excited.

Back in the classroom, in the face of questioning, Zhao Zijian grinned and coped.

But this time, when he looked up a certain time, he happened to catch Wu Yutong's eyes looking at him with concern, and unfortunately, the eyes of the two met all of a sudden.

Wu Yutong was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly dodged, like a frightened rabbit.

Zhao Zijian first subconsciously pinched his brows, and then seemed to be fine.

As for Xie Yuxiao, looking forward from Zhao Zijian's point of view, she still couldn't see the slightest abnormality - because she usually sat in her seat and read carefully like now.

So he simply stopped thinking about it.

After school in the afternoon, he rode on the car, not leaving Qian Zhenjiang's call, but he still slipped alone.

In the past few days, he didn't need to go to Xie's house, which freed up a lot of time for him, in fact, he has always wanted to go around the antique street in the past two days, and he may not really be able to harvest anything, and the so-called leakage that others like is actually not of much use to him.

He didn't go to make money, nor did he go to collect and hobby.

He just wanted to find something that most people might not be rare, so he couldn't talk about anything valuable.

The last time he bought the scraps of mahogany, he transferred to two stores, but unfortunately he didn't get anything, and now he thinks he still has time, so he goes around again - unfortunately, this time he still didn't find anything useful.

When he got home and had dinner, his father was holding his mobile phone and scrolling through Weibo, while his mother was busy brushing pots and dishes, Zhao Zijian originally wanted to go back to the house and start practicing, and strive to make up for the progress delayed by snooze yesterday, but after thinking about it, he returned to the living room and asked his father, "Dad, do you know how much it costs to buy a small courtyard in our city?"

Zhao Wenyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, thought for a while, and said: "Where else can there be a house with a single courtyard? There are also villas, and they are expensive! The area in the northeast corner, there are still many old houses, and now they are also starting to be demolished, not to mention the urban area, just the suburbs, especially in the south, now the real estate business district is a large piece of land, I heard that many suburban villages are also about to be demolished!"

Speaking of this, he looked at Zhao Zijian and asked, "Why do you think of this?"

Zhao Zijian said: "I think we live upstairs, it's a little ungrounded and uncomfortable!"

Zhao Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, "Yo!

As he spoke, he smiled, "Don't you remember? At that time, we just bought this house, who was so happy? One complained that our original house was on the sixth floor, and it was too tiring to climb the stairs. The elevator room here is good, and I insist that the higher I buy, the better, and now I buy a 20-storey one, good guy, the elevator occasionally loses power, and you can be tired if you want to climb up! You actually said that you want to live in a bungalow? Want to be grounded?"

Zhao Zijian smiled and said, "That's not what I mean! I think it's nourishing to people!"

Zhao Wenyuan disdained, sneered, picked up his mobile phone, and waved his hand, "Make your rolls!"

At this time, Wang Huixin, who was still brushing dishes in the kitchen, suddenly probed out, her hands were still wet, stained with the foam of dish soap, and said, "Actually, what my son said is not unreasonable!"

Zhao Wenyuan was stunned for a moment and looked at her.

Wang Huixin said: "Of course! I am against changing to a bungalow to live in! Still the building is clean! But I also think that a family should have a small courtyard of its own, usually plant flowers and plants, and spend a day on Saturdays and weekends!

Zhao Zijian nodded, "Yes! That's right!

Zhao Wenyuan continued to sneer, "Do you want a yard? Okay! There is still a yard for us in my hometown, and the homestead is ours, because I don't go back to live, and your grandfather hasn't covered it until now! You want a yard? It's easy to do, 100,000 yuan will be flipped, and on Saturdays and weekends, you two will go over for a vacation! Xiaojian can also help your grandfather get some grass to feed the pigs, and your mother can help mix pig food or something, vacation, it's good, haha!"

Mother and son looked at him speechlessly.

Wang Huixin quickly turned around and looked at Zhao Zijian, of course, the words were for Zhao Wenyuan, she said: "I heard that there are people in the suburbs who have recently engaged in small bungalows, which are like those in the countryside, with a small courtyard of two or three hundred square meters, which is not big, but it is a single courtyard, row by row, with small property rights, but it is cheap!

Zhao Wenyuan had already heard what it meant, the "old man", who was usually very stable, waved his hand and didn't get angry when it was a big deal, but at this time, he was immediately furious-

"Last time, we said yes, if we change this house, we won't buy a house, it's enough to live! If you save money again, you want to buy a car! What do you want to do? I have been driving for eight years, and I want to change my car!"

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The original thirty-seventh chapter was deleted, and it was handled a little roughly.