After collecting the flowers, Jia Qian casually threw them into the trash, and threw them out tomorrow, so naturally someone would clean them up. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just a pity that these flowers bloom so brightly, they were sold to the wrong person, sent to the wrong person, and finally ended up like this.

Jia Qian tested the E-House mobile client for a while, and felt that the community chat function was still weak.

When thinking about these questions, Jia Qian unconsciously grinded the coffee, brewed it, and then came to the front yard with the coffee cup.

It is not without mobile apps for renting houses and real estate transactions, but the functions are too simple, the user experience is poor, and the transaction rate is also very low.

However, even so, many rental apps have faced the whole country as soon as they come up, and the stalls are the boss.

There is also an APP in the same city, but there is too much content in it, there is everything, and there is too little corresponding effective information.

Both of these are what Jia Qian wants to avoid.

Therefore, Jia Qian only does real estate transactions, especially rental transactions.

In the three places of Beijing, Yuezhou and Dasongjiang, there is no significant difference between the four items of "clothing, food, housing and transportation" and other cities; "Line" is similar, a little more troublesome, on the card is difficult to limit the number of the number, but there is not much difference, the only significant difference is the problem of "live".

In fact, the three problems of "clothing, food, and transportation" for outsiders working in Songjiang Prefecture are easy to solve, but the problem of "housing" is extremely difficult.

It is not easy to live in a big house, mainly because of the house.

If the housing problem is solved, the size of today's big cities will more than double.

Most of Yan Yan's team are outsiders, and it is painful for them to live in this Songjiang Mansion.

Yan Yan told Jia Qian the story of a member of their team named Liu Nan.

This guy graduated with a doctorate in computer science, but because he couldn't find a job for a long time and was unwilling to return to his hometown, he actually lived in the construction sites of various buildings in Songjiang Mansion for a while.

The original intention of Yan Yan's development of the Shangyiju APP is to enable everyone living in Songjiang Mansion to solve the housing problem in the fastest time and at the lowest cost.

The ideal is very happy, but the reality is very skinny, if Yan Yan hadn't met Jia Qian, it would be difficult to say whether the project would survive the end of the year.

After the two reached a cooperation, Yan Yan smiled and said to Jia Qian that she had been fooled.

Jia Qian's eyes were shining, and she said I am willing.

In the eyes of college classmates, including Qin Fen, Jia Qian is high and a princess. Even if her classmates didn't know her background, they were still infected by Jia Qian's temperament.

When she confirmed the relationship with Qin Fen, Qin Fen always had a feeling of dreaming.

Few people know that Jia Qian longs to escape from that big family that the world envies, and longs to have a home of her own.

Love is sweet, but love without enough strength is short-lived.

When she graduated from college, there was already a strong voice in the family asking her to marry the Zhen family, and Jia Qian had no choice but to escape on the so-called reason of studying abroad.

She didn't want to leave Qin Fen either, but she knew very well that if she continued to stay with Qin Fen, then those episodes that only existed in the "Forced Marriage" novel would definitely be staged on her and Qin Fen, and they would become even worse.

On June 28, Jia Qian will always remember this day.

She dragged her suitcase alone at Songjiang International Airport, staring blankly at the bustling crowd around her.

Because the airport was shrouded in fog and the flight was delayed, Jia Qian's heart suddenly ignited a little hope:

Qin Fen rushed over and read aloud the love letter he had given her in the past on the airport radio, and then she rushed to the radio station, and the two of them hugged their heads and cried and vowed never to be separated again......

Jia Qian really thought about it, and when the airport radio broadcast a missing person notice, she even stood up excitedly.

Qin Fen didn't come in the end, the fog dissipated, checked in and boarded, and Jia Qian burst into tears the moment the plane took off, feeling extremely distressed.

When I arrived in the United States, I was not adaptable, I had to work part-time, and I kept moving around the school...... Living like a war every day makes Jia Qian have no time to think.

Is time really the best medicine to heal all spiritual wounds?

When she saw Qin Fen again, Jia Qian thought she was ready, but the wound was still slightly torn open.

When night fell, Jia Qian found that she didn't know when she was sitting on a chair on the second floor, and she knew that she was starting to think cranky again.

Jia Qian raised her wrist and looked, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening, and her stomach rumbled. So I got up and went to the kitchen on the first floor and started cooking noodles.

With the fire on, put the soup pot on, and scoop some stock from the refrigerator after the water boiled, and after doing this, Jia Qian began to be stunned again.

The broth was taught to her by Qin Fen, and it is made by boiling shiitake mushrooms, carrots, bean sprouts, kelp, etc. for an hour and a half, and filtering off the residue.

"Whoa!" The water boiled, Jia Qian woke up, quickly turned off the heat, and then put the noodles in.

Three or four minutes later, Jia Qian put the washed cabbage in, and then prepared a sea bowl, salt, monosodium glutamate, and sesame oil in advance.

What's missing?

Jia Qian looked around, and there was no soy sauce.

How can you do without soy sauce?

Jia Qian turned off the fire to the minimum, thinking that she now had a next-door neighbor, so she happened to go to the opposite side to borrow some soy sauce.

After taking two steps, Jia Qian smiled, the soy sauce was soon placed next to the sink, and she forgot to put it in the basket.

It's just been a week since I moved in, how can I use soy sauce? Jia Qian hurriedly dripped a little more soy sauce.

It was almost over, and at this moment, Jia Qian shouted in the direction of the living room: "Qin Fen, come and eat noodles." ”

The living room was empty.

This time, Jia Qian's tears flowed down, her body also squatted down, and her head was buried.

After crying a few times, Jia Qian stood up, wiped her face vigorously with her hands, turned off the heat, poured the noodles into the sea bowl, and brought them to the dining table.

After doing this, Jia Qian went to the bathroom to wipe her tears away, and then touched up her makeup.

When she got out of the bathroom, Jia Qian's face returned to normal.

Jia Qian herself is also a little strange, why is it so easy to think about Qin Fen these days, thinking about the past, and still so fragile, as if she has returned to three years ago.

This isn't you, Jia Qian!

You're powerful, you know?

Jia Qian said in her heart.

The sea bowl was still a little hot, Jia Qian sniffed and got up, unscrewing the honest radio on the side table.

"Time has passed and will never happen, and the past can only be recalled. Reminiscing about childhood bamboo horses and green plums, the two little guesses followed each other day and night......"

The mellow and slightly hoarse voice of a famous female singer of the last century came out of the radio.

Jia Qian wanted to scold someone.

Returning to the table and sitting down, Jia Qian sniffed, picked up the sea bowl and smelled it, then picked up the chopsticks and ate them slowly, tears falling into the soup.

Well, defeated by herself, no matter how rational a woman is, there will always be a day or two in a year when she is sensual and vulnerable.

Jia Qian finished eating noodles, washed dishes and washed her hands, and decided to go up to the second floor to close the door and cry happily.

As soon as she raised her legs, Jia Qian smelled the fragrance of stir-fried spicy seeds in her nose and stopped suddenly.

In the year when Jia Qian and Qin Fen lived together after graduating from college, the two often had two bowls of noodles.

Qin Fen's bowl is no different from hers, but there will be a small plate of stir-fried spicy condiments, well, that's the taste!