Song Yun curled her lips. "Do you think I'm willing to share a room with you? This is arranged by the guesthouse. If you're not satisfied with this arrangement, you can go to the guesthouse and ask them to arrange a separate room for you."
Li Wan was originally dissatisfied with this room. Not only was the window small, but the bed also creaked. Now that another person had moved in, her dissatisfaction immediately reached its peak. She snorted, "Go if you want. I don't want to live with you." After saying that, she picked up the bag on the bed and left.
Song Yun shrugged, closed the door after she left, picked up the quilt on the bed and patted it hard to get rid of the dust on it.
He took the bag off the luggage rack, unzipped it and rummaged inside, finding the long shirt and trousers he had worn last year when he went from Beijing to the countryside in Heilongjiang Province. The white shirt had a patch on the elbow, and the dark blue trousers were washed out. They were similar to what most people were wearing outside, very ordinary.
Just after changing clothes and folding the military uniform into the luggage bag, the door of the room was suddenly opened and Li Wan walked in angrily.
This is the difference between having quality and not having quality.
Fortunately, Song Yun was not changing clothes, otherwise when she opened the door——
Song Yun had no impression of Li Wan at all. She didn't even look at her. She zipped up her luggage bag, put the woolen blanket on the bed, picked up her messenger bag and left.
Seeing that Song Yun ignored her, Li Wan became even more upset. She glared at Song Yun's back as she left, and changed her clothes into a fashionable beige waisted long-sleeved dress, tight socks, black leather shoes, and let her braids loose. She tied her slightly curly hair half-tied with a pearl hairpin, and added a layer of powder to her already fair skin. She carefully drew her eyebrows and put on lip balm.
She was already 80% colorful to begin with, but after this outfit, she became 100% colorful. She immediately became the focus when she walked out, and her popularity was 100%.
Li Wanxian was enjoying the feeling of being the center of everyone's attention, fluttering around like a butterfly.
On the other side, Song Yun, Qi Monan and He Hongjun had already boarded the bus to Zhengde Street.
Although the three of them changed into casual clothes, their temperament remained unchanged. Especially Qi Mo Nan and Song Yun, with their height and appearance, coupled with their unique temperament, they were eye-catching even in ordinary clothes.
However, neither of them paid attention to the occasional glances at them, each of them was thinking about their own thoughts.
"Is this the military compound in Beijing? It's much more impressive than our family compound."
Qi Mo Nan turned his head and took a look, his eyes deep, "Well, you will have your dinner in here tonight."
He Hongjun laughed when he heard it.
Song Yun looked at Qi Monan and asked, "Did you live here before?"
Qi Mo Nan nodded. "Yes, I grew up here." This place held too many memories for him, old and new. Those he wanted to engrave in his heart were gradually fading away. Those he wanted to forget, however, seemed like yesterday, and he couldn't forget a single one.
Secretly, Qi Mo Nan didn't want to stay in the compound anymore, at least not now.
However, since he had promised Uncle Qin, he would not go back on his word.
The shuttle bus stopped at the nearest stop to Zhengde Street and three people got off.
There were several other people who got off the bus together. An old man was carrying a basket covered with a cloth. Two young men and women in their early teens followed behind the old man. They were whispering to each other, touching arms and holding hands from time to time, and were not very polite. The old man kept nodding his head and calling out to them, asking them to walk faster.
Coincidentally, Song Yun and the other three walked in the same direction as the three people who got off the bus in front of them, and all entered Zhengde Street.
What was even more coincidental was that the old woman walked straight to the gate of Yard No. 8 and knocked on the door.
Song Yun deliberately slowed down her pace. When she reached the gate of Yard No. 8, the door was just opened. A middle-aged woman came in. Just by looking at her clothes, you could tell that she was a cadre and looked very respectable.
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