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Chapter 17
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????For more than a hundred years, some of the big families in Zhuque Lane were dilapidated or moved to other places during the war. The remaining people worked hard and took the opportunity to move away as soon as they became proud.
Discord between husbands and wives and parents and children caused by the harsh environment and embarrassment of life are common in Zhuque Lane. Couples like my uncle and aunt have always been models of praise among the neighbors. Although they cannot be said to be deeply in love, they still treat each other as if they are guests, and the husband sings and the wife follows. This Spring Festival, on the surface, was like any other time. If Fang Cunzheng hadn't reminded her, Chen Wan would not have discovered any trace of the cold war between her uncle and her aunt.
My uncle and aunt cover up in front of others, so if they ask directly, they won¡¯t be able to make any difference. Chen Wan had to stay up until the evening and ask Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu scratched his scalp like snowflakes and couldn't answer. Boys are careless by nature. They only remember a few arguments coming from their parents' room one night a year ago.
After the fire last summer, demolition on West Main Street has been halted due to pressure. Then the provincial and municipal newspapers published articles one after another expounding the history of Jicheng, and using Zhuque Lane as a representative to point out the importance of the restoration and protection of ancient buildings for urban development and humanistic construction.
If it weren¡¯t for the encouragement of newspapers, people who have lived in Zhuque Lane for decades would not know that the front yard and backyard where they live have such charm and significance. Occasionally, when I look up, I see that the roof, porch, and various relief decorations are all beautiful, but they are buried in the chaos by the later walls of the courtyard and the kitchen and chicken coop. Despite this, unprecedented pride has surged in the hearts of the residents of Zhuque Lane. Even this year's temple fair saw much more visitors than before.
I thought that the demolition would stop like this, but the land on West Street was suddenly assigned to Hengyu Real Estate a few years ago, and it is said that construction will officially start after the year. The poor people in Zhuque Lane have also heard about Hengyu Real Estate's misdeeds on Shanghai Road three years ago. It's just that the fire was in front and the demarcation was behind. No one connected the two things in one place.
When Fang Cunzheng mentioned it, Chen Wan couldn't help but feel nervous.
The Madman He in his mouth¡ªLiu Zhi Jian San¡ªthey had talked about this influential figure on Jicheng Road during their chat. Madman He is a foreigner who started his business by opening a game machine room. The people of Jidong have always been strong and strong. As a foreigner, he naturally has his own way of establishing roots and becoming strong. Chen Wan had an impression of him because Jian San once said that Madman He liked dog fighting. There was a dog farm in the suburbs of Jicheng, and gambling games were opened every weekend, with many people participating. A person who likes violent games must have a bloody and cruel side to his personality. It is unclear where Madman He's name came from, but this mad dog is something that even a fool like Lian San who is not afraid of death in a fight should be afraid of.
Fang Cunzheng said that Madman He wanted money rather than his life. After all, Chen Wan was not familiar with the world. She didn't understand how those underworld figures could participate in real estate development, and how could her uncle be related to the demolition?
The winter vacation was spent in an anxious mood. When Chen Wan returned to school, she was anxious to find a part-time job. Kenji temporarily quit his previous job because he had to help out at his uncle's small restaurant during the winter vacation. His position had already been taken over. Chen Wan was very anxious. Her skin, which never needed maintenance, had a pimple on her nose. He Xinmei finally regained her balance and smiled sullenly when she saw her pimple.
"Don't be resentful." He Xinmei snatched the mirror from her hand, "I spend more than half of the 365 days a year fighting acne. Don't worry, it's just one, and you'll get used to it as it grows."
"You're still cursing me! I expect to go out to find a part-time job in the next two days. How can I meet people?"
"Why do you have to worry about having a real brother? One bottle of wine from him is enough for your living expenses for a month." Seeing that Chen Wan remained silent, He Xinmei continued to ask: "Where are you? Second base? Home run. ?¡±
Chen Wan's face turned red as she thought of the aborted kiss.
He Xinmei lay back lazily and murmured: "If I don't say it, I was going to introduce a job to you"
Before she could finish her words, Chen Wan had already jumped in front of her, "Can I trade the soy beef with you?"
He Xinmei closed her eyes.
¡°Boneless chicken feet.¡±
The eyelids twitched.
"He Xinmei" Chen Wan whined.
¡°I¡¯m not interested in eating, I¡¯m going to lose weight.¡±
"You're cruel." She gritted her teeth. "It's a waste if you don't study journalism. I've never seen you with such an entertaining spirit."
He Xinmei opened her eyes and laughed, "I don't have the spirit of entertainment. I should have spread it to the public the day after I came back: According to reliable information: the largest luxury KTV proprietress in Jicheng is 200 from the Department of Finance of Dongda University¡ª¡ª"
Chen Wan quickly covered her mouth and looked towards the corridor outside the dormitory. The others had not returned yet, "Just a kiss."
He Xinmei sat up straight, widened her eyes and asked: "Are you teasing me? Why?"He shyly avoided the inquiring eyes of Ning Xiaoya and Chen Wan and the curious eyes of the surrounding classmates after class, and looked at him expressionlessly. Song Shuyu didn't mind either, and approached with a friendly smile, "By the way, these two classmates-" Ning Xiaoya said first, "My name is Ning Xiaoya, Teacher Song, your lectures are excellent. !" His face was filled with admiration.
Song Shuyu nodded slightly and looked at Chen Wan with clear and bright eyes. "Chen Wan." She hesitated, not knowing whether she should thank him for his help that night. His eyes narrowed when he heard her name, and then he looked at her carefully and thoughtfully. She smiled back, and he probably recognized her.
"Teacher Song," He Xinmei read these three words fiercely, "There are no instructions, let's leave first."
"Wait a minute, Professor He has a birthday party tonight. Professor He doesn't have time to pick you up, so let me catch you up. Wait for me at the door of the Second Teaching School at 6:30 in the evening."
"I'll take the bus by myself!" He Xinmei raised her neck, were she familiar with him? Why is he going to join in the fun of grandpa's 70th birthday?
"Whatever you want, I'll only wait for five minutes. I won't wait until later." He said lazily, his eyes moving down from her expressionless face, with a faint smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth.
He Xinmei involuntarily shrank her breasts back, glaring at him with a flushed face.
"Six-thirty, remember that." Song Shuyu nodded to Chen Wan and the others, hummed and turned to leave.
"Rare!" He Xinmei murmured to herself, then asked: "What song did he sing? Does it sound familiar?"
"Commercial song." Chen Wan and Ning Xiaoya said in unison, "Sunshine milk. He Xinmei, don't be in a hurry to lose weight, reduce your breasts first." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com