After breakfast, Song Yiyi was not in a hurry to report for duty.

She slowly turned around in the courtyard, and from the shadow wall, she saw the main room, the east and west wings, and the inverted seat, a total of 15 rooms.

Blue bricks and gray tiles, beams, columns, doors, windows, cornices, rafters, there are paint paintings, although not brilliant, but also colorful. Red and green, blue, white and black, with carvings and auspicious patterns, are pleasing to the eye!

Look at the courtyard in the middle, pomegranate bonsai, goldfish vat, flower garden in front of the steps, a typical courtyard in Beijing!

Song Zemin kept glancing at her daughter who was looking at the house carefully: "Yiyi, you like the courtyard so much?"

Song Yiyi thought to herself, can you not like it, the only remaining courtyard houses in later generations are worth more than 100 million yuan, and it is much more comfortable to live in than a building: "I like it!"

Looking at the upturned corners of her daughter's mouth, Song Zemin blurted out: "Then my parents will buy one and give it to you." ”

Luo Jinhuan didn't want to listen: "My house is for Yiyi and Zi'an!"

Song Zemin and Luo Jinhuan's verbal lawsuit, that is the Song family's classic repertoire: "You only have one place, do you still let them have two brothers and sisters, one and a half!"

Luo Jinhuan narrowed his eyes: "Why not! The two brothers and sisters live in the same courtyard, and it will be convenient for them to move around in the future! Look at how many four or five families live in a courtyard now!"

Song Zemin glanced at him: "That's not allowed under conditions! Their brother and sister will get married in the future? Who doesn't talk about privacy!"

Song Yiyi and Song Zi'an have long been surprised, Liu Jiarui's eyes widened, just because of this little thing, did they quarrel?

Song Yiyi interjected directly and interrupted them: "Dad, it's better to buy a courtyard house with two entrances." ”

Shi Fengzhu quipped: "You greedy girl, why don't you say Sanjin, that area is not bigger!"

Song Yiyi blinked: "If you buy three in, it's better!"

Luo Jinhuan suddenly shut up, his apprentice didn't take a fancy to this.

As soon as Song Zi'an saw his master's expression, he knew that he wanted to be crooked again. Don't look at Luo Jinhuan in front of outsiders, he is moody and angry, which makes people feel unfathomable, but in front of his apprentices, he is becoming more and more undisguised.

"Master, it's very good here, I like it very much!"

The corners of Luo Jinhuan's mouth drooped from downward to quickly curled, and one of the two apprentices liked it, and it was reasonable.

Song Yiyi said with some regret: "Brother, what's the use of what you like! I like it too, but it's not my own." Master, is this a public house?"

Luo Jinhuan doesn't have any concept of public and private: "It's public, what can I do, now this house belongs to me!"

Song Yiyi finally finished looking at the courtyard and walked towards them: "That is to say, you only have the right to use, not ownership." If one day, the government wants to take back the house, we have to move out immediately!"

Luo Jinhuan's eyes widened: "Who dares to pick me up! Lao Tzu doesn't fight for anything, he lives in a house, and he won't let me live!"

Song Yiyi sighed, the generation gap, the huge age gap: "Master, you keep an eye on it, when can you buy it, you can buy this house, it will be our own in the future, and then clean it up!"

The corners of Luo Jinhuan's mouth curled again, it turned out that his little apprentice didn't like it, he didn't like things that weren't his own: "Don't worry, Master pay attention, as long as I can, I'll buy it immediately!"

At nine o'clock in the morning, the group set off, Jiang Xinyong drove to the Beijing College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and stopped at the side of a small road at the request of Song Yiyi.

Everyone thinks that what Song Yiyi just said makes sense, she can't be specialized, so there will be invisible resistance to integrating into the collective.

No, Song Yiyi was carrying a travel bag in her hand, Song Zi'an helped carry the futon, and the six of them walked to the gate of the college.

At the gate of the Beijing School of Traditional Chinese Medicine, an eye-catching banner was pulled: Beijing College of Traditional Chinese Medicine welcomes the 77th class of freshmen!

Because it is winter, the place to go through the registration procedures for new students is not in a conspicuous place opposite the gate or on the campus, but is arranged in a main teaching building in a more humane way.

There are not many people on campus. Song Yiyi guessed that she might have come early, and in two days, there would be more people reporting for duty.

Shi Fengzhu was even more excited than Song Yiyi, she saw a student wearing glasses coming over, and took two steps forward and asked, "Classmate, may I ask, is the new student registration office turning right?"

The classmate looked at Shi Fengzhu through the thick lenses: "Yes, it's to turn right." This classmate, you are a high school graduate of the sixth class, it is not easy to see you, you are dragging your family, and you look a few years older than your actual age. But it's nothing, study hard for four years, and you'll get through it!"

After speaking, Shi Shiran left.

Shi Fengzhu was stunned there, reacted for a long time, and shouted at the person's back: "I'm a freshman and her mother!"

Song Yiyi's shoulders shook, Song Zi'an lowered his head, at this time, he must not let his mother see him snickering. Jiang Xinyong and Liu Jiarui, one looked at the sky, the other turned around, pretending not to see anything.

Only Song Zemin stepped forward to comfort him: "Fengzhu, he is praising you for being young and saying that you are thirty years old!"

Shi Fengzhu frowned: "No, he just said that I was old, hum!"

Shi Fengzhu saw the appearance of the others who couldn't help but laugh, and immediately took his daughter to the knife: "Yiyi, what are you laughing at? Why are you so happy!"

Song Yiyi immediately stepped forward and grabbed her arm: "Mom, I'm not thinking, if you can really go to school with me, it will definitely be a good thing that you can't ask for!"

Shi Fengzhu wouldn't let such a little thing affect his good mood, and glanced at his daughter: "How can there be such a beautiful thing! Let's go, let's report for duty." ”

While they were talking, a bus drove past them, full of people.

Jiang Xinyong explained: "In order to show their care and attention to this class of freshmen, each university has sent people and cars to pick up the freshmen at the train station. ”

When Song Yiyi and his party walked to the front of the teaching building, they saw the bus that had just driven by stopped at the bottom of the steps.

Walking into the teaching building, in the hall on the first floor, there is a row of desks side by side, and behind the desks sit the teachers who are going through the admission procedures. Behind the chairs they sat on were signs with the names of the departments tied to them.

Department of Basic Medical Sciences, Department of Chinese Materia Medica, Department of Acupuncture and Tuina, Department of Public Service Management, Department of Nursing...... There is already a long queue in front of the desks of these departments.

Song Yiyi swept her eyes, in the corner of the teaching building, some parents or people who helped deliver the luggage were standing, so they asked the family to go to the side to rest, and she lined up behind the team of traditional Chinese medicine, waiting for the formalities.