After the landlord Wei Ping left, I walked around the house.

The south-facing room, the walls are clean, freshly painted white, and the furniture is very new, it seems that Wei Ping has really put some effort into this house.

There is nothing that goes unrewarded, and the opportunity to change your life is sometimes only once, so hold on to it.

According to a rough estimate, Wei Ping's building has a total of more than 400 square meters on three floors. Converted into an amount, according to the surrounding housing prices, the compensation for the demolition of this building can be about 10 million.

What is the concept of 10 million?

Zhang Ming works in a snack bar for 3,000 a month, and he has to work for 300 years.

But for Gao Jian, the chairman of the real estate company, it is just a stroke of the pen.

Class, that's how it solidified.

The reality is very helpless, but no one can change it.

Leaning back on the bed, my mind is exceptionally clear. When I was in college, I liked to discuss life with my philosophy teacher, who commented that I was a person who "does not like things and does not feel sorry for himself".

It's true that I don't love money, but I know that it is difficult to move an inch in this world without money.

As I was thinking about it, I heard a knock on the door, and it was very soft.

When I opened the door, she was a very bookish old woman, dressed appropriately, with her eyebrows and eyes lightly upward, very kind.

"Hello, I live across the street." She pointed to the room opposite: "The landlord just told me that there are people living here, and my clothes are still drying in your side of the house, so I'll collect them and leave." ”

When I heard this, I quickly turned sideways and let her in.

Sure enough, there were a lot of clothes hanging on the south-facing balcony, she was not tall, and she had to tiptoe when collecting each piece, so I stepped forward to help her put them away one by one, and she thanked me repeatedly.

"There is no sun in the north-facing house, and my clothes often can't be dried for a day, so I can only dry them in the shade." My mother-in-law took the clothes from my hand and whispered.

Just by glancing, I saw the pinhole on the back of my hand, and it was clear that it was a mark left by a long-term infusion. So, I said to her, "I live alone, and if you want, you can come to me to dry your clothes in the future." ”

She was a little delighted, but at the same time a little uncertain: "This ...... Is it convenient? ”

"Absolutely."

As we were talking, another voice suddenly came from the room: "Jiang Fang, are you there?" ”

The old woman in front of me immediately sighed, and I also looked back and found that the person standing in my room at this moment was the old man who bought glass at the snack bar in Zhang Tomorrow at noon.

She hurriedly said, "Lao Zhang, I'm collecting clothes, and someone in this house has moved over." ”

Lao Zhang's eyes were kind: "Regarding the collection of clothes, can you just say no to me, why did you come here in person, the doctor said that you have to rest." ”

"It's okay, it's not tiring."

Despite Jiang Fang's words, Lao Zhang still walked up quickly, and took the clothes from his wife's hand: "The doctor told you to rest more, you have to be obedient, you don't need to do these jobs, I'll just come!" ”

It can be seen that Lao Zhang is a good husband and very considerate, Jiang Fang looked at her with a smile and was very satisfied.

She asked me what my name was, and I asked her to call me Xiao Song. She asked me where I was from, where I worked, and I answered them all.

When answering these questions, I was looking at Jiang Fang, but my attention was always on Lao Zhang next to me.

He silently packed up his clothes, not saying a word, and without any expression on his face.

After putting away the clothes, Jiang Fang still wanted to say something to me, but heard Lao Zhang say: "It's time to go back, I cooked some white porridge for you, rest early tonight, and have to go to the hospital early tomorrow morning." ”

I stood at the door to see them off, Jiang Fang opened the door opposite, and she turned back and smiled at me. The old man never looked at me until he closed the door and entered the house, and then a glance came at me through the crack in the door.

It's cold!

Leaning on the bed, I stayed in the house until ten o'clock in the evening, the TV was on, and I watched a messy variety show for a while.

I felt hungry, and although I had dinner at Zhang Mingming's snack bar, that little bit of stuff didn't last for the night, so I put on my shoes and prepared to go downstairs.

There was a person sitting at the top of the stairs, and although his back was to me, I recognized it as Lao Zhang at a glance.

His body was not as tall as before, his shoulders trembled slightly, and I could hear a slight sob.

He's crying?

Reaching out and patting him lightly on the shoulder, Lao Zhang's body immediately trembled, and he turned to look at me: "What are you going to do!?" Although he deliberately lowered his voice, when these words came out, he was very forceful.

"Are you alright?" I say.

Shaking off my hand over his shoulder, he continued hatefully, "What the hell are you doing here!? ”

I smiled and pretended to be relaxed: "I live in a rented house, is there any problem?" ”

After saying that, I was about to pass by him, but I didn't want him to grab my trouser legs: "Get out of here, or I'll ...... I ......"

He had a lot of strength and was very persistent in holding on to me and not letting go.

"Otherwise—what do you want?" I asked him with my head down.

His eyes wandered for a moment, and then he glared at me again: "I can do everything, believe it or not!?" ”

"I believe it."

With that to put it mildly, I pulled back my trousers and walked down the stairs.

There was also a TV in the hall on the first floor, and Wei Ping was wearing slippers and one foot on a chair, shaking constantly. Psychologically speaking, people who have this habit are more selfish.

Although the kitchen is communal, the food is all eaten by each family, and it is not allowed to be left untouched without the permission of the family.

When Wei Ping saw me wandering around the kitchen, he asked me if I was hungry, and I said yes.

He stood up, walked over to a cabinet, opened it with a key, and took out a box of instant noodles from it for me.

"Do you want ham sausage?" He asked.

I nodded, and he pulled out another sausage. Just about to thank him, Wei Ping said again: "Instant noodles are three yuan five, and meat sausage is five yuan, just five yuan." ”

Everything is an equivalent exchange, and what is not paid for these days.

After spending money, Wei Ping's service attitude was still good, he boiled water for me, and soaked the instant noodles well, I took a bite, very heavy monosodium glutamate.

I rarely eat instant noodles, which contain preservatives and are too rubbish for frying. But at this moment, I actually ate with relish and gulped.

As long as people are poor, they have no time to be hypocritical; In the same way, as long as the stomach is hungry, any junk food can be swallowed.

While eating noodles, I looked around.

The tenants on the first floor seemed to be asleep, and there was no movement inside with the door closed.

I thought of the man I saw outside the building with a terrible scar on his face, he was one step ahead of me in this small building, and I asked Wei Ping who he was and where he lived.

Wei Ping stopped and sneered: "His name is Li Qiang, a gangster who has entered the palace three times. ”