This kind of argument didn't stop until the two of them were about to go out, Song Guangyang had no wind and no waves, and finally directly denied what he said yesterday that he liked Fang Chenchu very much.

It really made Song Song very tired.

She felt that she was really more tired than she had to go to work.

But she can't say it right now that she suspects that a certain account that has been following her is Fang Chenchu, otherwise Song Guangyang must be yelling to see evidence, or directly push her and ask her if she wants to step on two boats or something.

For his old father, who was always having intermittent convulsions, Song Song really tried hard to endure it.

The two of them sat in a taxi very luxuriously this time, and bought a lot of things, and when they stood at the familiar intersection and the familiar fork of the community, the two of them were quiet, and their hearts were full of different scenes.

Song Guangyang's eyes were about to turn red, but he still tried to calm down, and then took Song Song to say hello to the security guard who was still very familiar, and chatted for a long time before going in.

And the two people who are very complicated now naturally didn't notice that when they just left, the security guard took out his old age machine and called the number on a yellowed paper with difficulty.

Standing downstairs in the building where they had lived for more than ten years, Song Guangyang and Song Song both raised their heads, looking at the door that they could imagine where they were even with their eyes closed, what color and shape the painting paper on the window was, the location of the kitchen and the layout in the bedroom......

This is a human habit, a habit that is about to penetrate into the bone marrow for more than ten years.

This habit is deeply engraved with a word, that is, "home", and the house they have lived in for a year is just a temporary place, which is completely different from the meaning of "home".

Song Song glanced at the things in his hand twice, and finally reminded Song Guangyang after taking a deep breath, "Dad, we should go up." ”

Song Guangyang came back to his senses, nodded and walked into the corridor first.

Just walked two steps and opened the door on the same floor to go out shopping with an old aunt, the old aunt was very surprised to look at these two people who had not seen for a year, "You are back to live, that's great, or the old neighbor lives comfortably!" ”

Song Guangyang's heart, which was worried that this request was unlikely to be granted, also fell, which can be regarded as alleviating a lot of emotions, and after a few words of greeting with this old aunt, he can be regarded as getting a lot of information.

For example, their house has not been inhabited since they moved out, but it seems that the person who bought their house before sold it to another person, and the other person rarely comes, and once they come, they stay for a day or two and then leave, and most of them are on weekends.

Song Guangyang glanced back at Song Song puzzled, now things seem to be more troublesome, this is another homeowner, so the possibility of buying it back is even smaller.

And the family doesn't know what the two owners will toss into, and it is estimated that it will cost a lot of money to buy it back and restore it.

The old lady on the other side of the door was about to leave, but when she remembered everything, she turned around and said a few more words, "By the way, didn't you take away or sell your previous furniture and things?" ”

Before Song Guangyang could speak, he was interrupted by Song Song, "Yes, at that time, we didn't have a place to take it, and it was more troublesome, so we handed it over to the person who bought the house to deal with." ”

The old lady nodded, "That's right, because when I saw the man open the door and go in several times, the things in your house have not changed, how to put them or how to put them, I thought you were coming back to live again, but there was still no one knocking on the door." ”

After the old aunt finished saying this, she really left, leaving Song Guangyang looking at the familiar door in front of him with an excited face, this door was indeed the same person in their family, but he didn't expect that the furniture inside had not been changed.

No, I have to buy this house back, it is very important to put furniture in it, I really didn't expect it to be able to be preserved until now......

When Song Guangyang had lost his mind and began to call the first person who bought a house, wanting to ask who the second person was, Song Song began to think wildly.

What kind of person can not buy the things in the house, either they are too lazy to buy them, or they like the things in the house very much or are very important to him.

Song Song also didn't have a clue, after all, there were more people to buy a house this year, the world was so big, she didn't know who would live in her house or her bedroom.

But there are really a few people who can not dislike the furniture used by others, because according to the words of the neighbor on the other side just now, this person has not even changed the bed, and even the bed sheets are likely to have been used by their family before.

Song Song suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and remembered a very ordinary sentence that the person's grandmother said just now, "I have seen the bed sheets next door several times are the kind of bed sheets that your Xiao Song liked to use before, and what pillows have not changed, and now people, I don't know how to buy a set of things, how can there be such things that are directly used by other girls, it's too unsophisticated......"

At this time, Song Guangyang's phone also hung up, he turned his head and glanced at his daughter beside him uncertainly, "People say that a young boy bought the house the next day, so they haven't had time to move anything, and they didn't even sell the house without even coming in once, and now they don't understand the situation." ”

Song Song's face turned colorful when she heard this sentence, the young boy, the furniture in their house has not changed, and her sheets and pillows are occasionally dried on the balcony......

The obviousness of all this could not be more obvious.

What boy would have the ability to buy a house casually, although their house is really a cheap old house, but it is also a house, let alone a house.

I haven't touched the furniture yet, and I don't sleep in the master bedroom, but in her bedroom.

Song Song now felt that his whole body was going to burn when he thought of the circumstances under which he could change and dry the sheets so frequently.

And Song Guangyang was still thinking about what was going on, and knocked on the empty door for a long time sadly, afraid that he would not meet the person who bought the house, and thought about how to buy the house back, and Song Song had already begun to carry things and was ready to leave.

When Song Guangyang heard the movement, he turned around, and saw the picture of Song Song walking downstairs, and finally looked at the closed door, still carried the things in his hand, and left first behind Song Song.

The two of them stood at the gate of the community for a while before they could be considered free from the "clutches" of the security guard.

As soon as Song Guangyang got into the taxi, before he began to sigh at the enthusiasm of his old friend, he found that Song Song had been looking out of the car window.