Yang An moved his mouth, and Yang Chunhe broke his leg. In fact, Yang An thought it was simple, he thought that finding a house was not a very simple matter, and he forgot that there were not so many real estate agents in 99.

Fortunately, Yang Chunhe was serious and searched for several days, and finally found a suitable one by him. Just next to No. 1 Middle School, it is a relatively old community.

The house is a pair of retired old teachers, they are going to SH to join their son, and it is said that the daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy, so they want to go and see. Originally, his son persuaded them to sell the house, but the two old teachers were reluctant to live there for decades, so they took it out and rented it out.

Yang An went to see it and was very satisfied. The room was simple and clean. Although the layout of the house is not very good, it can't be helped, this house was built more than 30 years ago. Fortunately, the retired old teacher and his wife are very good at tidying up, and Yang An only needs to move his things in, and electrical appliances or other things are counted in the rent.

As for how to help out, Yang An has already thought about it.

The first step is to report to the class teacher, and say three points.

One is that his family has agreed, and his brother will come to help on weekends. This is very important, and if you don't have the consent of the family, the teacher will not agree no matter what you say. Yang An wisely took the initiative to invite the parents.

The second is that the dormitory is too noisy, and I have conflicts with the people in the dormitory, which seriously affects my studies.

The third is to ensure that academic performance will not fall behind, must regress, and must return to school to live.

After obtaining the teacher's consent, the second step is to move things and leave, which is very simple and can be done in two steps.

It's the weekend in the blink of an eye. Yang Yang came in a van. I went to see the teacher first. Thanks to the strong genes of the Yang family, although Yang Yang and Yang An are not brothers, they still look somewhat similar. So Teacher Han Xuemei nodded and let go.

Gao Xiaosong helped Yang An move things to the car, looked at Yang An and said, "Yang An, do you really want to move away? Isn't it just a trivial matter, as for it?"

Yang An patted Gao Xiaosong's shoulder and said, "That's it, it's not big, it's not small." But I didn't move out for that, I had my reasons. ”

Gao Xiaosong sighed and said, "That's okay, alas, after you leave, I won't even have anyone to talk to." ”

Yang An laughed: "I thought you were reluctant to me, it turned out to be lonely." Oh yes, you can go to Liu Bo and them, I haven't told them yet, so please help me tell them. Okay, I'm leaving. Yang An closed the car door last time, and left No. 1 Middle School under Gao Xiaosong's attention.

What is it like to be free, if you ask Yang An now, Yang An will tell you that freedom is his current state.

Yang An was lying on the bed with the word "big" facing up. Smelling the smell of brand new bedding, Yang An felt that this was freedom.

Yang An lay down for a while, got up and went to the kitchen to take a look, the refrigerator was full of all kinds of ingredients that Yang Yang brought from home, spring bamboo shoots, rice wine, rice, Chinese cabbage, radish, and chicken, duck and pork, which were stuffed to the brim. In Yang Yang's words, Yang An is also happy to move to a new home, and it is naturally impossible to celebrate, but with these things, it can be regarded as a feeling of home.

Yang An took a few looks, and estimated that it should be more than enough to eat for a month. Looking at the ingredients in the refrigerator, Yang An suddenly became a little hungry, what to cook?

Stewed pork ribs with turnips, that's superb.

"Radish stewed pork ribs, my favorite ......" Yang An was preparing the ingredients, and at the same time sang Xingye's "Song of Roasted Chicken Wings", poor Yang An was so engrossed that he didn't notice that the door was opened, Xiao Liang carried a bag and watched Yang An dance by the sink.

"Grilled chicken wings, my favorite, stewed pork ribs with radish,...... Fuck!" Yang An only saw Xiao Liang when he turned around, and he was startled, and the radishes he liked fell to the ground.

"Hahaha. Yang An's funny action made Xiao Liang laugh.

Yang An picked up the radish and put it in the sink, wiped his hands indiscriminately, walked over and asked, "Why are you here, did you knock on the door?" Yang An remembered that he had locked the door.

Xiao Liang took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, made a noise, and said, "I have the key!"

Yang An stepped forward to take away the key, Xiao Liang put it in his pocket again, and said, "I still came to see this house with Manager Yang, and didn't you find that the room was very clean, I made it." ”

"Alright, I'm sorry for you, now give me back the key. Yang An stretched out his hand to ask for the key.

"No, I'm going to live here in the future, nay, you see, I've got all my things. Xiao Liang took a step back and pointed to the bag on the ground.

"No, you go back and live with Manager Yang, I'll live alone here. Don't interfere with my studies!"

"If you don't give it, I can help you wash and cook, how can it affect your study?"

"That's all the work done by girls, what kind of clothes do you wash and cook for a little boy, I told you not to mix with those girls, you look at you, where do you look like a boy now, it's a girl. Be obedient and give me the key. Yang An really said sadly, what a good child, how can he play with girls every day like Jia Baoyu, and now he is more and more like a pseudo-mother.

"I'm just a girl!" Xiao Liang was silent, just when Yang An thought that he was serious and wanted to step forward to comfort him, Xiao Liang suddenly shouted at Yang An.

Yang An's whole person froze, staring at Xiao Liang, at this moment he felt dazzled, this Xiao Liang really looked like a girl. Rubbing his eyes, Yang An asked, "What did you say!"

"I said, I'm a girl, I'm a girl, you touch you!" Xiao Liang took a step forward and grabbed Yang An's hand and pressed it on his chest.

Yang An felt in a daze that his hand was indeed touching a small steamed bun, and he couldn't help but pinch it, looking dazed.

Xiao Liang didn't move, just kept it like this, but Xiao Liang's face blushed.

"Ah, beast, my hand!" Yang An jerked back his hand and shouted.