Jiang Xi took out a pair of black-framed plain glasses and put them on his nose. "Mom, how are you?"
Jiang's mother looked around and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad."
He has a watermelon head, thick bangs, black-framed glasses, and his delicate little face is hidden by his heavy outfit. Even the exposed skin is still fair, but he is just an ordinary nerd, not very noticeable.
"That's it, boss, take the money."
After buying the clothes, Jiang Xi asked to meet with Jiang's father. It happened that Jiang's father had been looking at several houses with the agent and was undecided.
One apartment is close to the school, with a one-bedroom apartment. The rent is expensive and the space is small, costing over 2,500 yuan a month. Shanghai's cost of living is relatively low, so this little 2,500 yuan is almost enough for a working-class person to make half a month's salary. The other apartment is farther from the school, but a quick bike ride takes about 20 minutes. It has two bedrooms and a living room, and costs 1,800 yuan a month. It's better because it's comfortable.
"Xixi, you choose."
The agent could tell at a glance that of the mother and daughter who arrived later, the daughter was the one who could really make the decision.
"Eighteen hundred is just right."
But Jiang's mother wasn't happy. "High school studies are already very demanding. If you spend so much time on the road, it won't affect your studies."
"The commute is just exercise, and I can use the time to practice my listening skills, so it won't be wasted."
Jiang Xi was a stubborn person. Once he made up his mind, nothing could change it. Moreover, his family was living beyond their means. After a little deliberation, he finally decided on a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment for 1,800 yuan a month. He paid one month's deposit and three months' rent in full. After the rental contract was signed, he paid 7,000 yuan first. As for the change of 200 yuan, the agent took the initiative to deduct it from him.
After renting the house, we started moving with a lot of fuss. Fortunately, the large luggage at my uncle's house had not been unpacked yet, so my uncle rode his three-wheeled electric vehicle and finished the move in two trips.
"I'm talking about patriotism, but you're being too polite. My wife is just a bitch, she doesn't have any bad intentions. Is there any need to rush us around like this?"
My uncle helped carry a large bag of things all the way to the third floor. When he walked in, he saw that the place was bright and clean, but it was empty inside. Apart from a few beds, there was not even a TV.
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