He Changzheng's heart skipped a beat and he asked, "Is this the house Song Yun used to live in?"
When the political commissar heard this, he thought it was an acquaintance. But thinking about it, Song Yun was transferred to Beijing, and the person in front of him was transferred from Beijing, so it was normal for them to know each other.
"It's her. The house isn't very big, with only two rooms. You're not married yet, so it's more than enough for one person. When you get married, you can apply for a bigger house. We have three- and four-bedroom houses in our family compound, as well as apartments."
"This is it." He Changzheng pointed at the circle, but was afraid others would notice something, so he quickly explained, "I came here in a hurry and didn't bring anything with me. It's perfect that there's something ready in this house, so I don't have to prepare anything."
The political commissar didn't think much about it and nodded, "Xiao, then I'll get you the key."
He Changzheng refused the political commissar's offer to arrange for someone to help him clean. He said that he didn't have much to do today and the house was not big, so he could do it alone.
The guard arranged by 䜥 took He Changzheng to the courtyard. 䜥 wanted to stay and help clean up, but was rejected by He Changzheng.
After closing the gate, He Changzheng stood in the yard, looking at the scenery and objects in the small yard, feeling indescribable.
After putting down his bag, he carefully looked at the entire house from front to back, inside and out. Just as the political commissar said, the house was full of everything. It was obvious that the previous owner had left in a hurry. The mat on the bed was even still there, there was unused manuscript paper on the desk, and there were forgotten herbs in the dustpan in the corner of the yard. They had dried up and rotted beyond recognition, and only the original appearance of the herbs could be vaguely seen.
He found a rag and cleaned up the yard bit by bit, wiping away the accumulated dust. He did not sleep in the room that was obviously where Song Yun had slept, but chose another smaller house, which should be the house where Ziyi had lived before.
It’s not that I don’t want to, but I can’t.
Some thoughts cannot exist and must not exist.
**
When Mr. Qiu went to visit Chief He and prepared to propose a marriage between the two families, he learned that He Changzheng had been transferred to Sichuan Province.
Thinking about how convenient it is to take the train now, if we can get married, it would not be a bad idea to let my granddaughter go to Sichuan Province to join the army.
But as soon as Mr. Qiu mentioned it, Chief He shook his head and said, "Changzheng told me not to arrange a marriage for him. He said that he just wants to work hard and won't consider getting married."
Old Master Qiu is not stupid, so he knows that He Changzheng doesn't like Xiaoyin and feels uncomfortable.
In his opinion, Xiaoyin is good in every way and is more than qualified to be He Changzheng's match. University graduates are very expensive nowadays, and she is a graduate of Beijing University.
A girl like Xiaoyin, who has talent, beauty and family background, can marry anyone.
The boy from the He family is blind.
Old Master Qiu was angry, and Chief He was helpless. What else could he do? His son had grown up and he could no longer control him.
In the blink of an eye, it was mid-December, and Song Yun accidentally saw news about Feng Xiaowu in a newspaper.
It’s the front page headline, and it’s a big page.
Feng Xiaowu won three gold medals at the Asian Games in Country T, two individual and one team.
In the interview, Feng Xiaowu thanked his mother and a benefactor whose name was not convenient to disclose. He said that this benefactor changed his life and it can be said that it was this benefactor who gave him a complete life. He is very grateful and will repay this benefactor with better results in the future to tell her that she did not help the wrong person.
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