107 is not suitable

Lin Sitian thoughtfully made room for her childhood friend and older brother, and closed the door behind her when she left.

With no one else in the house, Guan Yuehe's serious expression lasted less than half a minute. She put the luggage in his hands on the stool next to her, stared at the top button of his collar, and said, "Go inside and take off your clothes."

Lin Yiku was stunned for a moment, then hesitated, "Won't you let me go to the bathhouse to wash up first?"

Although he had packed up in his barracks before going home, he still hitched a ride with a superior to get to the vicinity, but he broke out in a sweat after only walking a short distance...

"You're so long-winded." Guan Yuehe complained that he was too slow, so she took it upon herself to unbutton his clothes. After only two buttons were undone, Lin Yiku pulled her hand and led her into the house. "Let's go inside first."

He was about to move towards the kang (heated brick bed) when Guan Yuehe stopped him, saying, "Take it off right here."

She cleaned up the kang (heated brick bed) when she came back yesterday. The pillows on the kang were sun-dried today, and she also washed the pillowcases and sheets yesterday.

Lin Yiku realized she had misunderstood, took a deep breath, and pulled her hands away, saying, "I'll take them off myself."

Guan Yuehe stared at his ears, looking them over and over. "What are you thinking?"

Before he could even explain, he snorted and said, "You're all sweaty. Go to the bathhouse and scrub yourself a couple of times later."

After he finished speaking, he unbuttoned his clothes and checked the person from all sides. Apart from a new scar on the back of his hand, the rest of the person was fine.

"I saw a doctor before I came back, and I'm fine." Seeing her staring at the back of his hand, Lin Yiku rubbed the back of his hand, which had many scars, against her face.

She had just opened her arms to hug him when a hand blocked her way, insisting that he smelled of sweat and wouldn't let it get on her clothes.

He was away for several months, and her grip strength actually increased.

"Did you find some classmates at school to practice arm wrestling with?"

"Huh? No." Guan Yuehe replied seriously, "They're all fragile, I wouldn't dare compare myself to them."

Only after confirming that he wasn't injured did Guan Yuehe urge him to go to the bathhouse.

Lin Yiku was about to ask her if she had run out of sweet talk when he looked up and found Guan Yuehe looking down at him, unconsciously raising her eyebrows.

"Go and come back quickly!" Comrade Xiao Guan's sweet talk still hit him.

For the first time ever, Guan Yuehe's family turned off the lights and went to bed early. The electricity supply tonight was also exceptionally good, lasting until eleven o'clock. The electric fan in the room creaked and groaned, blowing away the heat in the room, which was perfect for the two stoves to be placed together.

The next day, Jiang Guiying brought over half a watermelon, saying, "Your brother-in-law brought it this morning."

Jiang Guiying tried to hold back, but couldn't help herself. She patted her arm and said in a low voice, "You and Yiku should watch your necks!"

Guan Yuehe lied through her teeth, "There were a lot of mosquitoes last night."

Lin Yiku didn't say anything, and silently got up and went back to her room to change her clothes.

She quickly changed the subject, looking down at Gu Yu who was clinging to her leg again, "Did my sister and brother-in-law go to the hospital again?"

"You promised to buy her popsicles yesterday, but she didn't get any, and she's insisting on coming over today," Jiang Guiying said with a headache. "Take her to buy popsicles later."

Guan Yuehe then realized that she had forgotten about this yesterday.

Are you going house hunting again today?

"I'm not going, I'll go another day." Lin Yiku finally got a few days off at home, and since she didn't have anything else to do, of course she wanted to spend time together.

Lin Sitian even brought her family planning supplies yesterday.

But with the addition of Guyu, Guan Yuehe and Lin Yiku had to take her with them when they went out to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Regardless of whether Gu Yu understood or not, Guan Yuehe insisted, "From now on, our little rascal will stay at your house, and your parents can take care of him together!"

Gu Yu sat on her uncle's shoulders, grabbing her ear with one hand and holding an ice pop in the other, licking it with gusto while watching her aunt chatter away.

That afternoon, Guan Yuehe and Lin Yiku also went to Courtyard No. 3 to help Zhou Hongqi move.

Zhou Hongqi is currently the only level 7 welder in the factory, while the only level 8 welder in the factory is her master. According to her skill level, she should have been given a bigger house long ago.

But Yuanbao preferred to stay in Ginkgo Hutong, and Zhou Hongqi was also reluctant to move away. She had followed her master into the automobile factory as an apprentice at the age of fourteen and worked there for twenty years, living in Ginkgo Hutong for thirteen of those years.

Jin Junwei made many trips to the factory's housing management department. As soon as he heard that the family in the west wing of No. 1 wanted to move to the new family compound, he asked the housing management department to arrange the exchange, and that's how he got the two rooms in the west wing of No. 1.

They are now moving from Courtyard No. 3 to Courtyard No. 1.

Their house was soon allocated to a young couple, but before they could move in, Guan Yuehe had no chance to meet them.

"Sister Hongqi, is there anything else you need to move?"

"That's all." Zhou Hongqi looked around and the house was suddenly empty. Jin Junwei was cleaning up the trash on the floor to make room for the next person to move in.

At the same time, Yuanbao came over and opened his arms, "I also need to move."

Guan Yuehe replied dismissively, "I can't move you, Zhou Xinxin, you walk by yourself."

The feng shui of Courtyard No. 3 makes it easy to raise a chubby little girl.

But outsiders felt that the feng shui of Courtyard No. 3 was more suitable for nurturing cultured people. When the young couple who were assigned to Courtyard No. 3 saw the housing allocation results, their faces wrinkled up as soon as they saw that it was a bungalow in the alley. But after hearing from their colleagues that there were several college students and graduate students in this courtyard, they felt that the housing allocation was good.

Zhang Ersao next door was feeling a bit uneasy.

Given the current size of their family, they should be allocated two rooms, but the housing management department refused to allocate Zhou Hongqi's house to her family on the grounds that there is only one worker in her family and Zhang Quanbin has only been in charge for a short time.

If Zhang Desheng were still working at the factory's affiliated primary school, he probably could have gotten the house next door.

Zhang Desheng told her to think more positively.

"What's the use of having an extra room for now? I'll be assigned a new apartment sooner or later when I get a job."

Reminding her not to gossip outside, Zhang Desheng rolled up his sleeves and went out. "Engineer Zhou, do you need any help?"

"I'm done with work," Jin Junwei said. "I'll invite the neighbors over for dinner at my new house another day."

As the door to the second room in the east wing was locked, Zhou Hongqi and his family of three went to Courtyard No. 1 to continue tidying up, leaving the neighbors in Courtyard No. 3 with many mixed feelings.

It wasn't that they had a particularly good relationship with Zhou Hongqi's family. On the contrary, apart from Grandpa Li and Grandma Hua, the other families in the front yard had a lot of arguments with Jin Junwei and had been disciplined by Zhou Hongqi quite often.

But it's still a little hard to let go of the neighbors I've lived with for over ten years who have suddenly moved away.

The children were even more reluctant to leave, saying, "We still want to watch TV at Courtyard No. 1!"

Yuanbao moved to a new house and has his own room. He no longer sleeps in the small bed in his parents' room.

He happily went to ask for pocket money to buy popsicles, and sat with his legs crossed at the door of his new house. He politely greeted Aunt Niu from the east wing across the street.

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Lin Yiku rested at home for five whole days, and she and Guan Yuehe spent their days thinking about food, trying to find ways to nourish each other.

Going on missions is tough, going to school is tough too, and we both have to catch up.

We would go out together in the cool mornings and evenings to inquire about where to buy houses.

They made sure Lin Yiku carried his military officer's ID when he went out, which helped him avoid being chased away quite a bit.

But after searching for several days, I still hadn't found anything.

Guan Yuehe grew up in Ginkgo Hutong and thought that the courtyards in other hutongs were all pretty much the same, but when she actually went to see them, she found that there were quite a few differences.

The only two rooms that met her requirements were too close to the public toilet, and the public toilets in that alley smelled particularly bad.

Jiang Guiying was not surprised at all.

Most of the houses in Yinxing Hutong are owned by the car factory. The ownership of many houses outside is very chaotic, belonging to the neighborhood committee, work units, and individuals. Several work units might live in the same courtyard. If a major conflict arises and the local official's words are ineffective, the only recourse is to go to the neighborhood committee or the police station. Unlike Yinxing Hutong, where most residents are car factory workers, if a dispute occurs, the factory's security department or union will mediate, which is more effective than the neighborhood committee or the police station.

Furthermore, the public toilet outside Ginkgo Hutong has been moved. Although you have to walk a few steps further to use it, it doesn't smell bad, making it much more comfortable to live here.

Guan Yuehe waved her palm-leaf fan irritably, "It's because nobody in our alley is selling houses!"

“How could they sell so easily? Unless one day the property rights of the company’s houses are transferred to the workers.” But Jiang Guiying dared not dream of such a wonderful thing; no company was like that.

Despite not finding a suitable house, Guan Yuehe and Lin Yiku have managed to save a considerable amount of money.

This mainly includes Lin Yiku's salary and subsidies for the first five months.

"Why is there extra... when going on a mission?" But when I think about how dangerous missions are, I can understand.

Guan Yuehe pulled out a few ten-yuan bills, "Buy some nutritional supplements for your injured comrade."

"By the way, does Zhong Sheng still run transport trucks to Inner Mongolia? I'd like to ask him to bring some milk powder back for your comrade as well."

She hasn't visited Qin Zilan and her second sister-in-law since she came back; they both finished their postpartum confinement period long ago.

"I'll ask him." Lin Yiku neatly folded the large ten-yuan bills she had gathered and put them in her jacket pocket. Then she continued watching as she meticulously allocated the family's savings: one for buying a house, one for daily expenses, and one for emergencies. Next, she started making a list, asking him to help her think about what the family might need.

When he returned home for the second time after joining the army, he heard the elderly people in the alley talking about her several times, saying that she used to be a stingy person.

People outside really talk nonsense about anything they can get their hands on.

She is clearly very generous to herself, her friends, her lover, and her family. She even gave a large sum of money to someone she had only met once to buy her nutritional supplements.

The next second, a red pillowcase was placed on his head. Guan Yuehe reminded him that he couldn't do anything like that in broad daylight at home.

Although he didn't think that way, their marriage certificate was in the cabinet next to the kang (a heated brick bed), so how could it be considered promiscuity?

August.

Guan Yuehe and Lin Yiku both left home at 6:30, but they went in different directions after leaving the alley.

She walked halfway with the workers from the Five Star Automobile Factory, then they parted ways near the Daily Chemical Factory. Guan Yuehe pedaled hard towards the Foreign Language Teaching and Research Press.

The sign hung up by the Foreign Language Teaching and Research Press is so new it could be used as a mirror. It was only established this year, and its operations are not even on track yet.

But Teacher Qin said it was of great significance, and both the government and the Ministry of Education attached great importance to it. It was founded and managed by the Foreign Languages ​​University, and her internship here would give her a good opportunity to communicate more with the teachers and students of the Foreign Languages ​​University.

"You must be Xiao Guan?" A woman who looked intellectual and elegant introduced herself: "My surname is Zeng, and I am a teacher at the Foreign Languages ​​University. Teacher Qin said she would send me her best student, and now I finally meet you."

"Hello, Teacher Zeng." Guan Yuehe quickly greeted her, but in her heart she was thinking, "So that's why Teacher Qin praised me so much outside?!"

"Come on, let me show you around and introduce you to the work here." As soon as Teacher Zeng talked about work, her whole demeanor changed, becoming like the energetic and efficient women she had met when it came to work.

"Teacher Qin said you are best at English and also fluent in German, so she told me to assign you any tasks you like."

What else could Guan Yuehe say? Teacher Qin overpraised her!

"You study foreign languages, why didn't you consider applying to our school's graduate program?" Teacher Zeng asked curiously.

"I hadn't thought much about it before; I studied at Peking University as a worker-peasant-soldier university." Of course, I wanted to continue studying with familiar teachers!

"No wonder."

She felt like she might have been reincarnated from a translation production line, with endless, densely packed translation materials.

But after getting to know her classmates in the same group, they plunged headfirst into piles of materials, and she forgot all about her bitter feelings and just rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

Although the Foreign Language Teaching and Research Press has only been established for a short time and there is a lot of work, the food is good.

Guan Yuehe ate two meals a day, leaving home just as dawn broke and returning home after dark.

He even took the materials home to continue working.

Lin Sitian came to see her several times, and each time she saw that the light was on in her room window and there was no TV on. She would stand at the door for a few moments and then go back inside.

He even shushed Aunt Zhao, who was about to greet him, indicating that Guan Yuehe was studying inside.

Aunt Zhao swallowed the words she was about to say, and shook her head as she entered the house. "Watching Yuehe study is exhausting. How do you think these people are thinking?"

Chang Zhengyi remained silent, afraid that he would be asked later, "Why is it that the Chang family's brains don't work properly?"

But after interning there for half a month, Guan Yuehe said to Lin Yi with great certainty, "I don't want to work at this company in the future."

"Hmm?" Lin Yi asked with difficulty, "You don't like it?"

Guan Yuehe sighed, "I can't explain it, but I feel like I'm not suited for this job."

"I feel like I'm a translation production line."