Moving out of that house? Is it better to rent a suite?
Xiao Huan keenly discovered some of the problems in this sentence, and glanced at his father in some surprise.
Since his father divorced his mother, he moved out of this house and bought a property elsewhere, leaving the old house for him and his mother to live in.
He was right, the house was really old, decades old, and the water supply and other infrastructure were not very good.
But the key is that the location of that house is good, even Yang Jia, after going to that house before, praised that the house in the old city is actually very valuable.
Think about it, across the street, is the commercial center, every inch of land is expensive.
The old house can't help but have a lot of space, and even a small yard, so how much does it cost?
In addition, after Xiao's father moved out of that house, although he didn't say it explicitly, it was actually left to Xiao Huan's mother and son, and Xiao Huan will inherit it in the future.
Now they are asked to move out and rent another one.
What can be rented?
Facing Xiao Huan's surprised eyes, Xiao's father was a little reluctant to look him directly in the eyes, and turned his head to clink glasses and drink with others, while the woman sitting next to him glanced at Xiao Huan arrogantly.
Xiao Huan was silent, knowing that this house was taken care of.
Although I'm a stranger and don't care about these things, I always feel inappropriate to let them out for nothing.
At this time, the atmosphere at the banquet gradually became lively, and no one paid attention to what their family said, just clinking glasses and laughing, chatting about business.
Xiao Huan was also forgotten in the corner, looking at the world like an outsider.
But beside the woman, a five-year-old boy, unwilling to sit honestly, climbed out of the woman's arms, not polite at all, and rummaged through the contents of Xiao Huan's backpack.
Xiao Huan glanced at him and didn't stop him, and the women around him also turned a blind eye, letting him play there.
The child rummaged through the contents of Xiao Huan's bag, and even crawled to Xiao Huan's side, and directly put his hand into Xiao Huan's clothes pocket, as if he knew that everything on Xiao Huan's body was his.
When he took out a gun, his expression was clearly excited, and he couldn't put it down, holding it in his two small hands, and pointing it everywhere at the people present.
The mouth reads "pop" and "pop".
The woman next to her saw that the child suddenly had an extra gun in her hand, and she knew that she had turned it out of Xiao Huan's body, and she didn't care, but she was a little disdainful:
"How old are you still playing with guns? The game is stunning, right? "
"..."
And in the process, the father did not try to stop it, but it was not a bad thing for the younger brother to be close to the elder brother at that time.
But suddenly, his gaze swept over the gun in the child's hand and pointed at someone else's gun, first frowning slightly, and suddenly, his face changed suddenly.
The texture of the gun is not right.
The heavy weight, the black and slimy paint, and the obvious metallic luster and fine parts...
... It's too much like the real thing.
Just as the thought flashed through his hand, the curious child, already fiddling with his head down, inadvertently opened the safety bolt of the gun, made a slight clicking sound, and then raised it excitedly.
At this moment, Father Xiao's face suddenly changed greatly, and he was blocked in his throat in one breath, almost turning his back.
"Huh!"
Also at this time, Xiao Huan suddenly stretched out his hand, took back the gun in his brother's hand, quietly closed the insurance, and put it back in his pocket.
"Wow..."
My younger brother was having a good time, and he was taken away by someone, and he suddenly cried dissatisfied: "He robbed me of things..."
And the father suddenly gasped for breath, feeling like he was going to live for the rest of his life, and his eyes were faintly empty, looking at Xiao Huan in disbelief.
"Mom has not been easy in the past few years."
Xiao Huan casually met his father's frightened gaze at this time, and said softly: "It's okay if you want to take back the house, but buy her another set, write her name, the area is not too small, and it is best to have an elevator." "
said, thought for a while, and said: "It's better to give her some compensation, she goes to work in the mall every day and does housework, it's too tiring." "
Facing Xiao Huan's calm and quiet gaze, Xiao's father only had deep doubts and jealousy in his eyes, and he didn't dare to refuse, and said with a slight trembling: "... Okay, I'm thinking about it... Think about it. "
Hearing this, the woman's face changed greatly, and she pulled the little boy over dissatisfied, and said to Father Xiao: "What do you say? "
Father Xiao suddenly became angry and roared, "Shut up." "
The woman was taken aback and looked at Father Xiao in disbelief, as if she didn't expect him to lose his temper in such a situation.
The guests at the table were also shocked, and the atmosphere was silent and embarrassing for a while.
"Okay, you think about it slowly."
And Xiao Huan packed up his backpack, then got up with a smile and said, "I have to get up early to go to work tomorrow, so I won't wait to eat cake, that ..."
He pondered for a moment, and finally couldn't shout those two words to a monster, but smiled and nodded: "Happy birthday to you." "
After finishing speaking, he didn't stay longer, carried his backpack, and left the hotel box, and he could feel that behind him, in a puzzled gaze, his father's gaze was particularly frightened.
These monsters who have become human beings are still very attentive.
They are indeed actors, they act very seriously and devotedly, but it is really difficult for them to cooperate with their performances.
Walking home on the subway, Xiao Huan looked at the bright lights and bustling neon on the road, and suddenly felt very strange.
It's all fake, otherwise, how can you be so indifferent?
"Coming back so early?"
But after returning home, my mother seemed to be in a good mood, and her own dinner was obviously dumplings left over at noon.
"Your dad still has a little conscience, and he just knew to call and ask if you are home, and ask how our mother and daughter are doing recently."
"..."
Xiao Huan knew that this was probably the sequelae of the father being scared by himself, and he didn't want to talk more, but said with a smile: "He didn't mention the matter of buying a house?" "
"Buying a house?"
Mom was a little surprised: "What kind of house to buy, it's good to live here..."
"Don't look at our old house, but how good the location is, there are buildings all around, we have a flat courtyard with a yard, which is very valuable."
"When you get married in the future, let's redecorate it and make it a new house for you, and your daughter-in-law's family will definitely be satisfied."
"..."
"Mom is still too naïve..."
Xiao Huan thought in her heart, this house was written in her father's name, and people were thinking about taking it back now, and she thought that she could live in it for a lifetime.
It's just that Xiao Huan didn't bother to discuss these things with her at this time, so he just returned to the bedroom silently.
It was hard for him to describe the feeling of the dinner, maybe his father was really scared by his own gun, but his experience was not good.
In the middle of a table full of smiling faces, there was no sense of belonging.
I know very well in my heart, and these people also know very well that they are just an outsider, and every look cast around them is not very friendly.
No matter how kind they smile, it can make people feel the cold to the bone.
This kind of cold made Xiao Huan feel very lonely.
Perhaps, only when you are with Yang Jia, or when you are soft, will it be relieved.
But everyone has their own lives, so how can they always stay together?
So, what is it that gives you a sense of security?
He looked up, poked his head out of the window, and saw three dog heads with brushes side by side on the wall, sticking out their tongues at him from a distance, looking like they were laughing.
Xiao Huan also smiled at the three cute hounds across the fence of the two houses:
"Perhaps, I can really strengthen them once?"
"..."
It's a bit risky, but it's not bad to bet on a dog once in a while, what if you win?
In addition, if he is not in a hurry to return the hundred points to Yang Jia now, it seems that he can not only strengthen these three cute hounds once, but also have the possibility of buying other things?
If, the next time you're confronted with a distorted creature or some kind of oppressive atmosphere, there's an old record player playing a well-timed piece of grudge music...
... The experience probably won't be too bad?
...
At the same time, in a high-end apartment, Xiao's father's young and beautiful wife, Aunt Wang, was also cold-faced and kept stumbling.
She was in a very bad mood, not only because her husband reprimanded herself loudly in front of so many people, because of his ex-wife's affairs, but also because Xiao Huan cried his baby, and he didn't even say a word.
"Don't shake your face."
After she fell for a long time, Xiao's father, who was sitting on the sofa and smoking, looked over with a frown and said, "Didn't you see it today?" "
"See what?"
Aunt Wang said with a cold face: "I can see that you still can't forget them, and you still want to buy a house with that yellow-faced woman?" "
"That's the house that the shepherd wants, and it's written in your name, so what if you just want to come over?"
"Don't talk about it."
Father Xiao frowned, always a little uneasy in his heart, and was silent for a moment before he said, "I told you about his illness before, right?" "
"What's not sick?"
Aunt Wang became angry when she heard this, and said, "He pretended to be the one at all, I'm afraid that you will divorce that yellow-faced woman." "
"It's good now, heh, I've pretended to be sick for four years, and I've just put myself in waste."
"..."
"You ..."
Father Xiao only felt that it was difficult to communicate, and after a while, he shook his head and sighed in a low voice: "I thought he was pretending to be sick, the mind of a child, it's hard to guess, but ..."
After struggling for a while, he whispered: "How do I think, he does seem to be a little ... Strange? "