Last night, Long Xiaoyun explained that he didn't sleep until midnight.
Mu Han got up very early the next day. When he was taking out the trash at the alley, he saw someone looking for something in the trash. I thought there was something valuable missing.
It was only later that I found out that he had rummaged through some old newspapers, cardboard, wine bottles, etc.! There are still people who want to sell it to junk collectors, Mu Han still doesn't understand, does it look so poor?
It was only later that Mu Han gradually realized that this man looked very poor, but in fact some very rich people were all countrymen!
It turns out that there is a large piece of land in this area. I have worked hard there since I was a child, raised a few children, and after the children grew up, they went abroad to study one after another. Only this lonely old man was left behind!
The footsteps of the city are a bit like a car speeding along, driving all the way from east to west, from west to east. At that time, when the real estate was at its most prosperous, even the cultivated land was increasing day by day.
The astronomical figure that even the landlord is dumbfounded, land profiteers often come to him to persuade him to sell the landed house so that he can enjoy his old age in peace.
The landlord still insisted on cultivating the land at first, the reason is very simple, "What work will I do after selling the land?" But the land around him cannot be controlled,
Surrounded by high-rise buildings domineeringly, in the end he could hardly see the sunlight from the outside world when he stood on the ground, and after a year of hard work, he could hardly make ends meet.
The landlord said to Mu Han, "Let's not sell the land to a construction company!" According to estimates, the landlord's land can be used to build two seven-story buildings.
There are 28 households in each building with four rooms. He is assigned to the three floors of a building alone, with a total of six households.
The current price of these buildings is nearly 3 million per household, which means that its real estate is nearly 20 million yuan.
At that time, Mo Han was very surprised. He couldn't believe that the old man in old clothes and slippers in front of him was half the owner of this building.
He rents out all the houses to others, each household is 15,000 yuan, and his monthly income is nearly 100,000 yuan!
Our landlord does not live in his own house, but rents a low bungalow in the opposite building for 2,000 yuan a month.
The interior is dark and gloomy, only about 5 square meters in size. I, Mu Han, thought it was because the landlord was not used to living in high-rise buildings, but later I realized that it was to save money. He said, "This is enough for one person to live in!"
What's even more strange is that for the sake of safety, I wanted to hire a building manager, but the landlord resolutely refused after knowing about it.
It was only later that Mu Han found out that he himself wanted to be the administrator, and the administrator just handed it over to him, because half of this large Liulou is his!
Mr. Landlord did not have the opportunity to receive education in the old days. Except for calculating money, he did not know a single big character.
?One day he came to my house and knocked on the door, saying that he wanted to ask me for help, but it took him a long time to figure it out.
Originally, he wanted Mu Han to help him write an application form for a first-class civilian, but he didn't know where he heard that people without a job can apply for municipal social subsidies!
Mu Han couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and said to the landlord, "If you are also considered a first-class commoner, then we will all go to the streets to be beggars," and then the landlord gave up the idea of ??being a first-class commoner!
Speaking of it, our landlord is not at fault, but the sudden change in society made him unintentional to adapt,
Due to the frugal life of the past fifty or sixty years, it is not always true that he is reluctant to spend money, sometimes it is impossible to use it!
?Lost land, like a ghost every day, picking up sellable qualifications in the garbage dump,
At night, I bring a chair and sit beside the road on the right bank, fanning a paper fan, especially in summer, I often sit all night long,
Sometimes when Mu Han comes home at night and sees a thin and long black figure in the corner, it's like opening an old photo album from the last era!
Look at the people of different levels living in this building, some of them are rich people who hide their secrets,
Some of them are rural people in cities struggling to support themselves. Although they all live in the same city and the same alley, their lives are very different.
Sometimes Mu Han can also feel the essence of the life of the neighbors in this alley, and sometimes he seems to know that living in this alley, people's lives are helpless!
This is Mo Han can't help sighing, the life of the people in the alley can be seen in essence,
People are struggling with life and walking in the city, in fact, it is like walking in a photo album on a shelf, sometimes black and white, turning a few pages, and suddenly seeing a color piece!
Mu Han sighed, at this moment, someone patted his back lightly! Looking back, he found that it was Long Xiaoyun, Mu Han smiled!
?So Long Xiaoyun pulled Mu Han and walked forward, "Come and see the clouds in the sky"! Only then did Mu Han realize that a group of clouds were flying over the sea, slowly passing over their heads!
Long Xiaoyun sighed, raised his head and focused on the clouds running like the tide, his thoughts were flying, the clouds are the wings of the sunset and the wind,
The cloud is the white butterfly with huami shining, the cloud is the color of the white camellia in the hotel, and it is also the sleeve cloud that has faded in color over the years.
It is a faint shadow of melancholy, the cloud is the sound of pawing farther and farther away, the cloud is the cloud sometimes! ! ! Even the blossoming elegy written in the sky!
At this time, Mu Han and Long Xiaoyun were both intoxicated under the blue sky and white clouds! While they forget so intently,
?Suddenly found that there was a cloud in which the clouds were getting farther and farther away. When all the clouds passed through a valley, that cloud completely deviated from the direction.
Insert it around the top of the mountain and float towards the dusk! And go farther and farther, running like an unknown place!
Long Xiaoyun suddenly asked, "Why are you the last cloud, can you walk in the direction of loneliness?
What is it fighting for? In other words, he is simply a lost cloud! "
Mu Han also found the cloud and replied, "The cloud with the wind is like a well-written top-notch song.
And this stray cloud is like a note drawn too high or sat too low,
Putting Xueli, who has a steady throttle throughout, into a deeply lonely mistake that is full of energy"
Just like this, the two people looked up at the sky stupidly, the night gradually surged up, surrounding the cloud like an arrow, slowly,
Slowly, the cloud was slowly swallowed until it was completely invisible!
This is Mu Han looking at Long Xiaoyun, his melancholy expression is like the disappearing cloud, "Is it because of getting lost, even the last struggle will be drowned?"
"No, if that cloud goes with everyone, it won't get lost, and it won't disappear.
Isn't this a very simple truth? "Long Xiaoyun answered simply!
Mu Han turned his head and looked at the sky again! Why! I think too much, too melancholy! So Mu Han shook his head!
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