After twisting it twice, I found that the keyhole did not move at all.

Zhang Jiaze took out the key again and twisted it twice in the opposite direction, but still didn't move.

"Oh, that's weird?" Zhang Jiaze looked up at the room number, 8-6, that's right, this is it, I have lived in my house for so many years, how could I be mistaken?

Just as he was wondering, the door suddenly opened.

Zhang Jiaze was caught off guard and almost touched his nose.

Zhang Jiaze said to himself:

"Why can't you open it?"

From within the door came the angry face of a strange man, who shouted loudly:

"Who are you! Why do you open my door! ”

Zhang Jiaze was stunned for a moment, and swore to God, he had never seen this person, how could a strange man appear in his own house? This...... What the hell is going on?

Zhang Jiaze said suspiciously:

"This ...... This is my house...... Who are you? ”

The strange man continued to growl:

"I warn you, if you don't leave, I'll call the police!"

Monk Zhang Jiaze was puzzled, and hurriedly distinguished:

"Hey, when is it going to be your house? Who are you? ”

The strange man replied viciously:

"I bought this house three months ago, I limited you to disappear from front of me within three seconds, otherwise you ......"

Through the half-open door, Zhang Jiaze can still see that the decoration in the house is still so familiar, the paint on the wall, the bricks on the floor, and the furniture in the room are all things that he has used for many years, and they are all things that he is too familiar with, and now, all this ...... It's all someone else's......

He finally realized that shortly after he left home, his wife had sold the house.

After understanding this, Zhang Jiaze's whole person seemed to be emptied. He walked out of the elevator in the community in despair, sat on the side of the road, and couldn't help crying.

This down-and-out writer who had just experienced 5 months of meditation-like life in a small restaurant, this young man who had just cultivated and was not shocked, when the sudden change came, he still couldn't help but lose control of his emotions, and cried like a tearful man on the side of the road alone.

It was his first home, his first home in the city. This family gave him great hopes, condensed his love with Song Yazhu, and more importantly, Zhang Yinuo's childhood was spent here.

He still vividly remembers marrying his wife here, and together they decorated the new house with their hands; He still remembers that when he came home from the hospital with his daughter in his arms, he whispered to his daughter who had just been born for a few days: Yinuo, my daughter, this is your home. You see, there are thousands of homes in this city, but your home is here, and today, Dad took you home.

In this house, he used to type the keyboard day and night, he used to work so hard, but he was not so lucky.

And now, the house is gone, and the home that carries so many of his memories, hopes and dreams is gone.

When he bought this house, in order to show the man's generosity and loyalty to love, he only wrote Song Yazhu's name on the real estate certificate.

Now, Zhang Jiaze had no choice but to sneer at his original decision.

I don't know how long he sat on the road, until night fell and the lights were on, and he sat up in despair, and decided to look for his wife and daughter, and the son or daughter he had not yet met.

Since the home is gone, go to the parents-in-law's house to look for it.