Chapter 103 Chapter 103 Today, we are on the verge of separating the beds...
The ambiguous atmosphere is gone.
Song Guanshu angrily cursed someone countless times in his heart.
When Chen Xiangyang was going to move to the east wing of Old Man Sun's house, he moved out immediately. This was really a very correct choice.
If they hadn't moved away, who knows how many times this inconsiderate guy would have disturbed them.
The matter of changing houses is becoming more and more urgent.
I have to move house quickly and stay away from this idiot.
Chen Xiangyang did not realize that he had disturbed the atmosphere that Song Guanshu had carefully created.
He walked into the room and asked with concern, "Brother, are you okay?"
He pretended to criticize Jiang Ling, "You can't bully your man just because he treats you well."
This was clearly on his side, but Song Guanshu was not in the mood.
Jiang Ling smiled, "Did I bully you?"
"No."
There were a few words clearly written on Song Guanshu's face: Mind your own business.
"What do you want to talk to us about?" If it was something important, his next step might be to send the guest away.
"Oh oh oh, yes." Chen Xiangyang was interrupted and almost forgot that he had something important to do.
He said, "I haven't been back to my hometown for several months. I'm going back tomorrow and I wanted to tell you before I leave."
He was disturbed on such a trivial matter.
Song Guanshu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, got it. Stay at home for two more days. Don't rush back."
Chen Xiangyang didn't understand his implication and simply said, "No, I can only stay for three to five days at most. I will definitely be back before the New Year."
"After I go home, my parents will definitely ask me to bring some local specialties. If you want to eat anything, just tell me. I'll bring back more of what you like, and I won't take anything you don't like."
This is the difference between him and Song Guanshu. He can remember what the people around him like to eat just by having a meal at the same table with them once, even if he doesn't intend to remember these things.
Chen Xiangyang is very generous. No matter how many times they have eaten together, he can't remember this.
Song Guanshu was silent for a moment, "Wait a moment."
He picked up the pen from Jiang Ling's hand and quickly wrote down a list of Jiang Ling's favorite ingredients on the paper. He tore off the manuscript and handed it to Chen Xiangyang.
"That's all, thank you."
Chen Xiangyang took the manuscript paper with the list of requirements and didn't think Song Guanshu's behavior was excessive at all.
Anyway, when he returns to North City from his hometown, his family will definitely fill his bag with local specialties. Instead of bringing back things that they don’t like to eat, it’s better to bring back things that they like.
He did not read the book in vain, as he recognized everything on the paper.
Chen Xiangyang replied, "Okay, I'll ask my dad to prepare it when I get back. What you want is not expensive, and there are plenty of them in the mountains."
Although Song Guanshu only wrote these inexpensive ingredients on the list of requirements.
He guessed that his father would definitely ask him to carry back large items such as a whole chicken and pig's trotters.
Chen Xiangyang then said, "Don't buy pork or chicken for the New Year. We have prepared some for sure. Just buy two fish and some seafood. Take it easy and don't buy too much."
Don’t do as we did last year, when we prepared three jars of New Year’s goods and couldn’t finish them in the first month of the year, so we had to wait until spring when the weather outside started to thaw and we were afraid the food would go bad, so we had to eat chicken elbow stewed every day.
He loves to eat meat, but he really can't stand eating it every day.
During that period, all my burps smelled like braised pork elbow.
Of course Jiang Ling knew what Chen Xiangyang was talking about, but she felt that it was not her fault.
When she went to buy New Year's goods, she didn't know that Chen Xiangyang would bring back some from home. It would be just right for her to only eat the goods she bought during the first month of the year.
"Don't worry, I know." Jiang Ling said, "Other families want to eat meat every day but can't, but you are lucky enough to get it."
Chen Xiangyang: "Of course I like to eat meat, but I can't buy too much, otherwise it will be wasted if I can't finish it."
The most annoying thing is that Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu don’t eat much. They always say that if they can’t finish the food, they can give it to their neighbors so that it won’t be wasted.
Chen Xiangyang was reluctant to give such a good thing to his neighbor, so he ate it with all his might.
Jiang Ling and her husband were in a good mood. They just watched him eat meat, looking very leisurely.
"When are you going back?" When he came, Jiang Ling put away the manuscript on the table and grabbed a handful of melon seeds.
"I'll leave tomorrow."
While Song Guanshu was out, Chen Xiangyang lowered his voice and spoke to Jiang Ling.
"You can't always bully me."
Jiang Ling raised an eyebrow. Was he here to get revenge for his brother?
Then he said, "Jingxue taught me an idiom, which is 'fishing in a dried-up pond'. If you always bully him, what will you do if he quits one day? You have to give him some benefits so that you can keep bullying him."
Jiang Ling: People really need to read more. This big fool has grown a brain.
Chen Xiangyang lowered his voice even more, "I criticized you in front of him, and someone helped him vent his anger, so he won't bear a grudge against you."
This is the life wisdom he learned from his mother and grandmother.
Jiang Ling thought to herself, Song Guanshu never intended to hold a grudge against me. You disturbed his good times, so he probably holds a grudge against you.
After Song Guanshu returned to the house, he saw Jiang Ling smiling strangely and asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"
Chen Xiangyang finally remembered that the two were a couple, and was afraid that Jiang Ling would tell Song Guanshu what he had just said.
At an angle that Song Guanshu couldn't see, he clasped his hands together and bowed to Jiang Ling.
Jiang Ling's eyes and eyebrows revealed pride, "I am smiling, and my relationship with Chen Xiangyang is good."
Even though Song Guanshu still paid Chen Xiangyang a salary, it was all in vain.
She was just thinking too much. It was not because Chen Xiangyang was more on her side that he said these words with obvious biased meaning to her.
Rather, he was afraid that the couple would break up, and he was caught in the middle.
Song Guanshu had just gone out to find money, and he handed a manila envelope to Chen Xiangyang.
Jiang Ling propped up her face to look at him, but her words were directed to Chen Xiangyang, "Do you think your brother's way of taking out money is particularly handsome?"
"Of course."
"Brother, I can't take this money." He didn't do any work in the second half of this year and was supported by Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu for half a year. How could he have the nerve to ask Song Guanshu for money.
"It's the money for you to go back and buy special products, not for you."
Chen Xiangyang knew at a glance that the envelope must contain a lot of money.
Although the shopping list Song Guanshu wrote was long, there were no expensive items on it. Even if he included the pork legs and chickens he brought, he would not need so much.
"You and Jiang Ling have always taken care of me. I eat your food and use your things, so it's only natural that I bring back some local specialties. Besides, the things on your list are all our own property, so they don't cost much at all. You gave me too much."
Chen Xiangyang refused to take the money, so Jiang Ling took the brown paper envelope from Song Guanshu's hand and half-forcefully stuffed it into Chen Xiangyang's pocket.
"It's not for you, it's for your parents and your grandma."
"If you're going back to your hometown tomorrow, you should go home and pack your luggage now." Song Guanshu thought he was redundant and wanted to send him away quickly. He just didn't know if he could still continue the previous topic after Chen Xiangyang left. ”
Chen Xiangyang said nonchalantly, "I don't need to bring any luggage with me when I go home. I can just go back with one set of clothes."
Song Guanshu gritted his teeth and said, "I can't go home empty-handed. I have to buy some local specialties for my elders at home."
"My parents told me not to buy anything and just take care of myself."
Chen Xiangyang said shyly, "I haven't eaten yet. When are you two going to eat?"
He came here at lunch time with the intention of having a free lunch.
Jiang Ling watched the interaction between the two with a smile. After receiving Song Guanshu's look for help, Jiang Ling had no choice but to act as a referee.
"What do you want to eat?" she asked.
"You know me. I'm not picky. I'll eat whatever's available."
Jiang Ling nodded, "Okay, there are dishes outside, just go and make something of what you want to eat. I have trained you for such a long time, show me and your brother your current level."
Song Guanshu, who had originally planned to cook, sat down next to Jiang Ling.
Chen Xiangyang, who originally came here to eat for free:...Okay, I'll do it.
After Chen Xiangyang's interruption today, changing rooms became Song Guanshu's top priority.
It is not easy to find a suitable house, and it is even more difficult to buy one.
The current housing purchase policy is still imperfect, there are no commercial housing, and most urban residents live in unit welfare housing.
Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu both wanted to change houses, so they asked people at their workplace to help find out who was willing to rent or sell a house.
When Jiang Ling's colleagues heard that she wanted to buy a house, they all found it incredible.
Everyone is facing difficult housing conditions now, with the whole family squeezed into a small house allocated by the company. We really want to change that.
However, few people have thought about buying a house, and most of them are thinking about the housing allocated by their work unit.
"Xiao Jiang, why are you buying a house? Just wait until our company allocates housing next time."
If she could get a house without spending any money, Jiang Ling would definitely agree. She asked, "Then when can our company get a house? Do you know?"
My colleague was silent. The last time they were assigned a room was ten years ago.
"How about this, you apply first. If there are many people applying for the house, the company will definitely consider it seriously."
Jiang Ling wrote the application according to her colleague's instructions. When her colleague saw that there were only two people in her family, he couldn't help but remain silent.
She pointed out, "Don't your elders live with you?"
The number of people in a family affects the square footage of the house they can get. A large family has many people and they all live in a small space.
My colleague thought that no matter which family the elders were from, they should move their household registration to the young couple’s household registration book to make them look like a nobody.
"All the elders in his family have passed away. Our family is in a similar situation."
Some people are alive, but they are already dead.
It was the first time that she encountered such a thorny problem. Her colleagues tried their best to find a solution for Jiang Ling. “You two will have children in the future, and then you can add children.”
Oh my God, I can’t count anymore. The more I count, the less competitive I will be.
According to the family planning policy, if the young couple wants to have a child, they can only have one. The whole family has only three people in total.
How could she compete with a family of more than a dozen people?
My colleagues were at a loss as to what to do.
She said, "Housing allocation depends on two factors: qualifications and family size."
Jiang Ling had just been in the company for a short time, so she did not have an advantage in terms of seniority.
After counting the numbers, the colleague could only sigh and say, "Why not go out and participate in more professional skills competitions? Maybe you can make an exception and get a house in advance because of your contribution to the company."
There was no other way, so she had to do this.
Competitions don't come around often, so Jiang Ling has to wait for the opportunity.
Before the competition, Song Guanshu brought back a copy of the People's Daily when he got home from get off work. The front-page headline reported the news that housing policy reforms were being piloted in some cities in Guangdong province.
Song Guanshu analyzed, "In the future, the welfare housing system may be gradually abolished, and we can directly purchase houses."
Jiang Ling, "This is indeed a good thing, but I just applied for welfare housing from my company before the New Year, so I don't know when I can get it."
He consoled her, "Whether we can apply for welfare housing or directly purchase a house, it is a good thing for us."
Especially for him, he can finally stay away from Chen Xiangyang.
Thinking about the development of history, she felt that the possibility of her applying for welfare housing was almost zero.
But "I don't know when Beicheng will be able to implement this policy."
As the two were chatting, they heard the sound of the door being pushed open.
It was Tong Wanyue. She hadn’t been here for a while. She was holding a roll of something in her hand.
"Sister Wanyue, why are you here?" Jiang Ling went to the door to greet her and said in surprise.
Tong Wanyue followed her into the house and jokingly asked, "Don't you welcome me?"
"Of course you're welcome. I missed you so much."
Tong Wanyue explained, "I came to Xihe Police Station to visit my colleagues, and I came to see you on the way."
In fact, visiting colleagues was just a side trip, but the purpose was to see Jiang Ling.
From Tong Wanyue's high-spirited look, it can be seen that she has been living well recently.
"Sister Wanyue must have successfully solved a major case recently." Jiang Ling said confidently.
Tong Wanyue is very modest. "Thanks to the leadership and the cooperation of my colleagues, it would be difficult for me to do it alone."
Hearing her say this, Jiang Ling understood that she must have played an important role in it, and might even be a small leader.
"Sister Wanyue, you are really amazing. I knew you could do it."
Song Guanshu didn't want to listen to Jiang Ling praising others, so he put down the newspaper in his hand and went to the kitchen to busy himself.
Tong Wanyue was also holding a newspaper in her hand, but it was a newspaper from last year that she saw in a local guesthouse when she was on a business trip to Qingcheng.
She spread the newspaper flat on the table, and Jiang Ling's eyes were immediately attracted by a photo in the corner of the newspaper.
She couldn't help but exclaim, "This boy is so handsome."
Song Guanshu, who was in the kitchen, heard her compliment and immediately stopped cutting vegetables.
Jiang Ling never praised Xiaoshan for his good looks, she only praised him.
Jiang Ling is a lustful person, so Song Guanshu is still very confident when facing Xiao Shan.
Is it possible that all the advantages he has now will be gone?
Song Guanshu couldn't help but rush into the east room to see what the person who Jiang Ling praised for being good-looking looked like.
Tong Wanyue smiled and patted Jiang Ling's head, "Look carefully, this is not a boy, this is a girl."
The headline read "Martial Arts Competition" and the man was particularly handsome, so Jiang Ling subconsciously thought that the person in the picture was a boy.
"Is it actually a girl?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the orderly sound of chopping vegetables could be heard again in the kitchen.
Jiang Ling carefully read the small print on the newspaper, which said that the gold medalist of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Competition was named Zhuang Ruonan. If it was a boy, he would definitely not be given such a name.
She couldn't help but click her tongue, "I think she's even more handsome, what should I do?"
"Come to think of it, I met her once before." Tong Wanyue said mysteriously.
This successfully aroused Jiang Ling's curiosity. "When?"
"I saw your girl's mother at the train station before. It was that time. She seemed to know this lesbian. Because this lesbian beat up a hooligan on the train, she was taken to the police station at the nearest station for investigation by the train police."
When Jiang Ling heard that it was someone Zhong Xuenu knew, she was not very interested anymore.
She originally thought the girl was pretty, but now she didn't even want to look at her any more.
This is also another degree of hating the whole thing about someone.
Tong Wanyue didn't expect that Jiang Ling would lose interest in Zhuang Yishan so quickly.
She couldn't figure out why, but it made it hard for her to continue the conversation.
Because many things from her previous life have not yet happened, it is difficult for her to help Zhuang Yisan find her relatives without revealing her memories of her previous life.
Even now, Zhuang Yishan herself may not know that she is not her parents' biological daughter.
She couldn't find a reason.
Tong Wanyue thought desperately in her heart, why not wait until ten years later, when Zhuang Yishan becomes a star and comes out to look for her relatives, then she can ask Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu.
What happened in the previous life should not happen again, I don’t think Song Guanshu can live to that time.
When Tong Wanyue saw the picture of the person holding the trophy, an idea suddenly came to her mind.
"Actually, I really want to meet her," she said.
"ah?"
Jiang Ling couldn't understand why she said that, it was such a meaningless sentence.
Tong Wanyue pointed to the championship trophy in the newspaper and said to Jiang Ling, "You also know that our police force needs some members with good physical fitness. She was able to win the martial arts competition, which proves that she is not only physically fit. She is highly skilled in martial arts and can play a vital role in arresting criminal suspects. In the big competition, she can also help the unit win awards. Such a person is a rare talent for us."
Jiang Ling sincerely helped Tong Wanyue find a solution, "You can go to the organizer and ask for the contestants' personal information. You are a legitimate public institution. As long as you want it, the organizer will give it to you."
The solution proposed by Jiang Ling was not what Tong Wanyue wanted.
She ignored him and continued, "I saw Ms. Zhong seemed to know this champion that day. I want your family to help identify him. Is this his relative or friend? If so, I will follow his instructions to find him."
"Sister, your range is a bit too wide. If she is a relative or friend of Song Guanshu's hometown, then she is far away from our Beicheng. Apart from other things, she may not be willing to come." Jiang Ling said, "Among the winners of these martial arts competitions, are there no people from our Beicheng or the province? In fact, the gap between the champion and the runner-up is not that big, and the others are also very good."
It was someone Zhong Xuenu knew. Jiang Ling was unwilling to ask Song Guanshu to identify him. Every time he was involved with that person, he was in a bad mood.
Tong Wanyue's eyes flashed. She vaguely remembered that Zhuang Yisan's adoptive parents' home was not in the same place as Song Guanshu's hometown.
In fact, they are not necessarily related. What if they are distant cousins and Song Guanshu has never met them?
Tong Wanyue sighed inwardly. She wanted to take back the newspaper, but gave up.
Getting things done depends on opportunity. How can she succeed by rushing around like a headless fly?
She smiled and nodded, saying, "You have a point. I just took it for granted."
Song Guanshu naturally heard the conversation between the two. He came behind Jiang Ling and said, "Let me take a look, but I've been away from home for a long time, so I'm not sure if I can help Tong Gongan."
In fact, he was not kind, he was just curious about the current situation of the people around Zhong Xuenu.
The Zhong family is very selfish. Who would send a girl in their family to learn martial arts?
The former Song Guanshu would never have done such a thing, and it can be seen as his slowly coming out of those painful meetings. It can also be seen as being influenced by Jiang Ling and being curious about the current situation of his enemy.
This was a pleasant surprise for Tong Wanyue. At a certain moment, she seemed to understand why Xie Lang in her previous life regarded this person as his confidant.
He was really good at disguising himself.
Although she was complaining in her heart, Tong Wanyue quickly unfolded the rolled-up newspaper and said, "I'm sorry."
As Song Guanshu carefully observed the people in the newspaper, she added, "I heard Ms. Zhong call her Ah Qing or Ah Qing."
The more I look at the girl in this photo, the more familiar she looks, but I still can't remember whose child looks like this.
Jiang Ling, who was sitting in front of him, asked a question at the right time, "The newspaper said that the girl's name was Zhuang Ruonan, why is she called Ah Qing?"
Song Guanshu was so focused on looking at the photos that he didn't notice the small print in the report.
He put down the newspaper and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know the lesbian named Zhuang Ruonan. Maybe she is someone we met again after we separated."
Tong Wanyue certainly knew that Song Guanshu would not recognize a lesbian named Zhuang Ruonan. That was a new name given to her by her adoptive parents. It would be strange if Song Guanshu recognized her.
She continued to ask, "Do you know any female lesbians named Ah Qing?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I don't know this person." He said with a smile.
Tong Wanyue was indeed disappointed. She forced a smile at the two of them and said, "It's normal not to know each other. It's okay."
The main purpose was not achieved. When Jiang Ling invited her to dinner, she smiled and declined. "Forget it. I have something else to do. I'll go back first."
She is a very responsible person. It is a good thing for the people for such a person to work as a public security officer, but it would be very tiring for her.
I want to do my best in everything, and I want to use the memory of my second life to help many people survive and prevent some people from having regrets.
Since her rebirth, she has been running around for this almost every day.
During this time, she has been able to achieve her goals.
I failed to help Zhuang Yisan find her relatives. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of failure, but I didn’t know who to share my feelings with.
There is no way to say it, and it cannot be said.
Walking in the streets in a daze, the willow branches on the streets of the north city in late March have not yet sprouted, there is no trace of green, only the slightly gentle spring breeze reminds people that spring has arrived.
As she walked, her body memory brought her back to her home in her previous life.
Today, this place has not been developed and is still an area of civilian farmhouses.
When Tong Wanyue realized where she had been, she sighed and walked back to the tube-shaped building where she was living.
But she ran into Xie Lang who was walking downstairs. When he saw her, Xie Lang's eyes lit up, "I heard from your colleagues that you went home very early, and the lights in your house were not on. I thought something happened to you."
Not long after Tong Wanyue left, Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu wanted to have dinner.
When Jiang Ling was cleaning the table, she found that Tong Wanyue did not take the newspaper away.
"Hey, why didn't Sister Wanyue take the newspaper with her?" Jiang Ling hesitated. "If the newspaper is left at our house, will she still want it? What if she still needs it? If we throw it away, that would be terrible."
"Then keep it and give it to her next time she comes."
Jiang Ling thought so too. She put the newspaper together with the People's Daily that Song Guanshu brought home.
Before going to bed, Song Guanshu read the report on the pilot implementation in the People's Daily again. While flipping through the newspaper, his eyes inevitably swept across the photos in another newspaper.
It's a very familiar face, but I can't remember who it is.
This question kept bothering him, and he tossed and turned before going to bed, unable to fall asleep.
Late at night, Jiang Ling had already fallen asleep. He finally found a childish face from his memory, which was about 40% similar to the face in the newspaper.
Is an impossible person.
He was so surprised that he suddenly sat up and wanted to go downstairs to check the newspaper and compare it with the face in his mind.
"What are you doing?" His movements were so big that Jiang Ling was awakened.
She rubbed her head and felt a little regretful. She should have separated the quilt from him directly when he tossed and turned and didn't sleep.
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