Xu Weihua was walking and eating a rice popcorn stick when the door was pulled open from the inside as soon as she arrived at her house.
Su Changqing was overjoyed. "Weihua, hahaha, a letter arrived! A letter arrived! We can go home now!"
Xu Weihua snatched the letter from Su Changqing's hand and began to read it. "Huh, it really is."
"Yes, yes, Mom wrote it. She said the official document from above will be issued soon, and we can go home!"
Xu Weihua crunched on another rice stick, then shoved the letter into Su Changqing's arms. "Calm down, wasn't this just a matter of time?"
"Since Mother has said so, then there must be no problem. Let's make some preparations on our side."
Su Changqing adjusted his glasses. "What are you preparing?"
"What do you want to prepare?"
"Don't you need to return the house? Aren't you going to deal with the things you can't take with you? And what about your job guarding the morgue? I'm a small newspaper editor, and my mother spent real money and pulled strings to get this job. If you leave, you'll have to sell your job, won't you?"
"Yes, yes, you're so thoughtful. We've spent a lot of money on our way back, and there are many places to spend money in Kyoto too."
After taking sick leave, Su Qingci went straight to the guesthouse.
During the day, he followed Song Jingzhou and the other man, using the excuse of looking for a house to go around aimlessly.
After two days, my stomach is almost completely messed up from all the food I've eaten, and I still haven't received any information about the house.
At that time, housing was not plentiful. Most of the houses that were rented out were occupied by large families living together, squeezing into one room to rent out and supplement their household income.
It's pretty much the kind of shared apartment.
Su Qingci didn't even want to live in her own home, let alone go and cause trouble with someone else's family.
After wandering around for two days, the two finally realized something: this house is not allowed to be traded now. Even if you go to the door to ask, the people will not dare to say anything unless it is introduced by an acquaintance who knows the situation.
Professional matters should be handled by professionals. When it comes to finding a house, you would definitely need to find a real estate agent. Although there are no real estate agents now, there are still street urchins who are the best at gathering information.
"Come on, I'll take you to find someone."
Song Jingzhou, holding a roasted sweet potato, followed behind Su Qingci, asking, "Where are you going?"
"West Street Intersection!"
The original owner of this body grew up in Kyoto, and had heard a lot about the happenings in the various alleyways during her school years.
In an era lacking entertainment facilities, the energy of young men had nowhere to go, and those wild kids mostly got into fights with kids from different areas and alleys.
After the alleyway was finished, the hutong was finished. When the hutong was contested, the area was taken over, and finally the kids from the big courtyard were hired to do it.
Back when they were in school, Su Jindong had also taken the kids from Liu Huaixiang out to fight, and of course, they all suffered a crushing defeat.
On another street, a little tyrant nicknamed Flathead Meat and the kids from Liuhuai Lane were at odds and had a lot of fights. Later, this matter caused quite a stir, and Su Yi even got involved. Flathead Meat's uncle seemed to be a notorious hoodlum in a certain old alley.
Before Su Qingci went to the countryside, that flat-headed meat was already hanging around with his uncle. It is said that he quickly gained a small reputation in the West Street area because of his bravery, ruthlessness, loyalty and integrity.
Several years have passed. If he were still in Kyoto now, given his past behavior and influence, he would either have already resigned or become a prominent figure.
Su Qingci took Song Jingzhou on the bus, and they soon arrived at the entrance of West Street.
Smelling the aroma of roasted chestnuts in the air, I couldn't resist buying two more bags.
The two strolled slowly through the old alleyway as they walked.
Soon, they spotted several street urchins playing cards at the entrance of an old, dilapidated alley.
One of them glanced at Su Qingci and immediately whistled.
Su Qingci was not intimidated and walked towards them.
Seeing Song Jingzhou's dark face, the other party assumed they were there to cause trouble. They threw their cards onto the steps, crossed their arms, and stood up, looking at the two people walking towards them with a nonchalant attitude.
Su Qingci stopped in front of them and glanced at them. She recognized one of them, who had a large black mole on his eyebrow; he used to follow the flat-headed, fleshy guy around.
"That one, the one with the big black mole, yes, that's you."
"Where's the flathead meat?"
Upon hearing Su Qingci ask about the crew-cut man, the big black mole's nonchalant expression vanished. "You know the crew-cut man?"
"Yes, I need to talk to him. Where is he? Is he still running around the alleys?"
The man with the large mole's expression turned serious, his eyes filled with wariness. "What do you want with the honey badger?"
Su Qingci said helplessly, "I'm looking for him, not you. If he's still around, you can take me there. I know him. I was there several times when Su Jindong from Liuhuai Lane got into fights with you guys. I'm his sister."
The man with the large black mole seemed to remember something and suddenly realized, "Oh, it's you, the one who was huddled in the corner crying with another little girl."
Su Qingci's lips twitched. "I didn't cry, it was the original owner who cried."
"Brothers, let's disperse, it's an acquaintance, you guys go have fun, I'll take her to find Honey Badger." Big Black Mole waved to the group of people next to him, beckoning Su Qingci and Song Jingzhou to follow them.
"My full name is Chang Zhijun, you can just call me Dachang."
"The honey badger got injured a while ago and has been kept at home by his uncle lately!"
"Is Flathead Meat still playing?"
Dachang paused for a moment, then said, "You'll know when you see him."
Along the way, through casual conversation with Dachang, Su Qingci got a general understanding of Pingtourou. His mother passed away when he was young, and soon his stepmother came into the family. He lived with his grandmother, but before he was ten years old, his grandmother also passed away, and no one wanted him. His stepmother wouldn't let him into the family, so he kept wandering around the streets. Later, his uncle heard the news and took him home.
“More than a year ago, his uncle He Ba was cornered in Shitou Hutong and lost a leg. Rumor has it that he helped one of his brothers run into players at the train station and broke their rules.”
Su Qingci and Song Jingzhou exchanged a glance. "People who can act with impunity in the train station are basically people who have passed the higher-ups' approval. He Ba couldn't possibly not know that, could he?"
Dachang sighed, "Who knows what he was thinking? Pingtouge was originally going to go to the countryside, but his uncle was bedridden, and he also had a young cousin and a younger cousin. He was afraid that the people he had offended before would come looking for him, so he stayed at home and didn't leave."
"Here it is. Wait a minute, I'll call him."
"Honey badger, honey badger, someone's looking for you."
As the sounds of large intestine echoed through the alley, a creaking sound came from the single wooden door on the high threshold, and a lean man in a gray vest poked his head out with a frown.
He glanced at Su Qingci and Song Jingzhou, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He was less than 170 cm tall, thin but muscular.
"Let's go, we'll talk over there."
"What do you want? To collect debts or to start a fight?"
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