Yuan Qiuhua carried his luggage and went to the staff dormitory area of Wuhan Heavy Machine Tool Factory according to the address, looking for the house he rented for himself.

She walked around the dormitory area and learned that under the impact of the tide of the times, the efficiency of this large state-owned enterprise has deteriorated, and it is on the verge of bankruptcy, and a large number of workers have been laid off to find their own way out. However, the factory is located in the fruit lake, which is the political, cultural, educational, and economic center area, and with the vigorous development of commerce, the development of surrounding real estate has been a prime location. The miniature version of the new Wuzhong, the branch has been relocated to Dongxihu in Hankou Jiang'an District, and the main factory is planned to be relocated to Fozuling, Jiangxia District, Wuchang, leaving behind dilapidated factories and dilapidated dormitories. Although the attachments on the ground are dilapidated, the land is becoming more and more valuable, and the factory is relocated to the suburbs and vacated the factory area in preparation for the sale of land.

The property rights of the factory belong to the enterprise, and the dormitory has been owned by the individual workers after purchasing a certain proportion in the property rights reform in 98. Factories, strange goods can be lived, the person in charge of the enterprise is waiting for the price to be evaluated, the dormitory, the workers are also waiting for the house to be sold, they are all waiting for the acquisition of real estate developers, and then get rich overnight.

According to the grapevine, the negotiations between the Li Group and the enterprise are coming to an end, and some people say that at the old site of Wuzhong, the Li family will invest more than 1 billion yuan to build two 36-story office buildings, 10 six-story commercial shops, and 30 small youth apartments. Following the way of Lee's real estate management, the entire property adopts the principle of permanent rent collection, not the usual one-time retail sale, and will not take the form of financing of speculation.

Looking up at the dilapidated dormitory building, Yuan Qiuhua thought that if he used the manuscript fee to buy one of the units in the past, not to mention selling it now, he would be waiting to be demolished, and he could get rid of poverty, at least he could buy a second-hand house in the provincial capital and set up camp.

According to the directions of the address, she came to the shantytown sandwiched between Wuzhong, the Health Department, and Zhongnan Hospital, forming a triangle, and stopped in front of a small courtyard. The triangle belongs to the place of three no care, the nearby residents see the seams and needles, privately build sheds, build partial buildings, expand the courtyard, the houses are shoddy, old and shoddy, the walls are picked up bricks and rebuilt, the doors and windows are discarded old materials for reuse, the top is wool felt, or plastic sheeting, not to mention comfortable and beautiful, only for shading and rain. With the change of years, the house is either inherited by the children and grandchildren, or changed hands and lived, simple and naturally cheap, cheap to attract poorer citizens, or rural people who go to the city to make a living, or buy a house, settle down, or rent a house, over time, it has become a gathering place of three religions and nine streams. Against the backdrop of the surrounding high-rise buildings, a gray mottled patch is played on the bright feather coat, which obstructs the view and affects the cityscape. However, due to the vagueness of property rights, coupled with the long period of time, it has gradually become a problem left over from history, the houses are old and dilapidated, the personnel are chaotic, the environment is dirty and messy, the traffic jams, and the public security incidents are on the verge of occurrence, which is the main impression of the shantytown.

Yuan Qiuhua originally thought that Xiao Lizi, who had a lot of money, would rent a half-new unit for himself, and saw the garbage heap next to the door, the sewage ditch in front of and behind the house, the exposed red brick wall, and especially the fist-sized crack in the corner of the wall. This is clearly a dilapidated house, and it is in danger. As soon as people leave, the tea will be cold, people come again, they are treated coldly, they live in a dilapidated house, sleep on the floor, she is so humiliated that tears roll in her eyes, her eyes are blurred, tears can't help but flow down, she really wants to raise her hand and throw the key into the stinky ditch, turn around and go home.

took out a tissue to wipe away her tears, Yuan Qiuhua looked back and combed the past, it was not like his usual style of life, it was not in line with his current status, and it was not in line with his previous love, she thought about it, maybe he couldn't help himself, and there was something else to hide. If you can make do with it, you can stay, but if you can't do it, you will leave. She put down her luggage, took out the key, covered her mouth and nose, opened the courtyard door, leaned in, the yard is about 50 square meters, there are three rooms in the front, the red square tile roof, the left is the kitchen, the right is the toilet, the wool felt on the ridge of the house, the tail is turned over, the rain must leak a little, and there is no need to put tap water for fish farming.

She closed the courtyard door, carried her luggage, and walked into the middle main room, the room was empty, the house was dilapidated, none of the windows were intact, either the glass was broken, or the wind hook fell off, the slurry on the wall burst, the red bricks were exposed in the east, the bare mud in the west, the tripod on the top, purlins, wooden lattices, at a glance, the cement floor was oily, phlegm, mud, and all kinds of miscellaneous stains.

Exiting, and then pushing open the door of the main room on the right, she was stunned, the items in the room were all things from when she was in Beijing, the bed, the bedding on the bed, the cloth wardrobe, the plastic shoe rack, including the glass block she used as a writing board, the material paper she left behind, the information folder, the blue binder, her pen, blue ink, manuscript paper, all in front of her.

On the east wall, there is a painting of blue sky, sun, and clouds, which is his masterpiece, which she calls "the rising sun"; on the west wall, there are paintings of the sea, waves, and sailboats, which are also his masterpieces, which she calls "smooth sailing"; the ground is painted with green floor paint, and the middle is sprayed with red paint with a pair of hands holding a heart, and there is a little monk in the heart who meditates cross-legged, meditates in meditation, and wears a golden ring on the back of his head, she calls it "Brother Yixiu who has no heart in his heart".

The windows are hung with floor-to-ceiling curtains from the past, and a row of hooks is installed at the head of the bed, hanging wind chimes, paper cranes, red silk knots, embroidered purses, and small lanterns.

She opened the kitchen door and found that the kitchen utensils and appliances from the past had been moved and scrubbed as white as new. The supplies in the toilet are exactly the same as in the past.

He brought all the belongings of the family in Beijing, placed them as they were, and kept them intact. It was as if the scene was reappearing in front of her.

Yuan Qiuhua saw things and thought about people, mixed feelings, and tears welled up in her eyes.

He did what he said, and he could indeed move in with his bag.