The rules of the game in the adult world, serious you lose. I walked out with my bag on my back, and I couldn't tell what it tasted like. Suddenly, the phone rang, and his phone chased after him: "Wait for me." After a while, he came out quickly: "I will give you a ride." ”

It was already past eleven o'clock, and my heart was slightly warm on the quiet road. From Retiro to my house, he passed by his residence, and he said that he would go back to get something, and that he would have a party later. Naturally, I agreed, "It's okay, just drop by." ”

I don't know where Zhao Yijing lives. Qinglian has never been to his house, and sometimes she is curious to talk to me about where people like him will live, European-style villas or high-end communities, even if you open your eyes. Sitting in the car on the way to his house at the moment, my heart is still a little curious.

The car turned in a few directions and turned towards the alley of Houhai, my heart began to beat wildly, God, Zhao Yijing's residence is so tall. When I was in college, I often walked around the hutongs with my classmates, took the kind of three-wheeled rickshaw, and the enthusiastic Beijing uncle explained all the way which leader this courtyard house belonged to, and which Hong Kong and Taiwan tycoons belonged to that courtyard house. So much so that since then, I have been ingrained in the belief that the hutongs here, except for the large courtyards, are either inhabited by people who are at the peak of power or rich and rival countries.

The car stopped at the door of a neat courtyard, two vermilion gates with paint off, not particularly conspicuous, two piers at the door, it was too late to see what the pattern was. Just looking at the façade, the simplicity made me think it was a miscellaneous courtyard.

Zhao Yijing opened the door: "Come in." I followed his footsteps to the door, square four houses, no flashiness, simple and plain. I looked at it and wondered, "It's not like a whole yard." "Generally, there are two or three entrances in the courtyard, and it is rare to enter only one in this way.

"I understand. Zhao Yijing smiled lightly and told me that this was an industry purchased by the ancestors during the Republic of China, but after a movement after liberation, the government only returned the backyard. Fortunately, there was an uncle from my family who worked in Beijing at that time and helped fight for it, otherwise I was afraid that even this backyard would not be saved. Now that there is a branch in Beijing, I live here temporarily.

While listening to him, he walked into the courtyard, and the moonlight was clear and dustless that night, and the red walls and gray tiles were shadowed like a layer of light veil, and the situation was a bit of a trance. With the pouring of the moonlight, my heart suddenly seemed to be soaked in some "uproar", and the double images in front of me continued, and I staggered a few steps inside, more like weightlessness and dizziness. In a trance, the Mid-Autumn Swing shelf, cheongsam, and silk were messy in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help but point to the tree in front of the main house and say, "Is that supposed to be a swing?"

Zhao Yijing was stunned for a moment, looked at me deeply, and said, "No, you can have it in the future." ”

I felt like I was out of shape, so I struggled to calm down and said, "I also casually suggested that your ancestors were originally from Beijing. ”

"That's not it, this house is for-" Zhao Yijing pondered the words, "The concubine bought it, there is no name of that person on the family tree." "My heart hurt for no apparent reason, my hands and feet were numb, and the more I went, the more intense it became.

I said to Zhao Yijing apologetically: "You go in and get it, I'll wait for you outside." As he spoke, he strode to the door and gasped for breath. It's a strange feeling.

After a while, Zhao Yijing came out with a document bag and said casually: "The old house is not used to it, right? ”

I got into his car and didn't say anything more. When I got home to meet Gu Jun's expectant gaze, I told him that it had been solved. Gu Jun breathed a sigh of relief, and the brows that had been suppressed for many days finally began: "In this world, you have to have the ability to live." I listened to him harshly and didn't answer.

At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, Zhao Yijing called me and told me that it had been arranged and that I could go to *** hospital to find Director Qian, and told me Director Qian's mobile phone and landline. I said "Thank you." He hung up the line without paying attention.