She spent more than 60 yuan to buy all these yesterday.
"Comrade Ying, you bought too many pipes. Two bathrooms and a kitchen won't need this many."
"Master Han, I was just about to tell you. I'm planning to run the electrical wiring in a hidden way, so that the water and electricity lines won't be visible after the renovation is complete. I'm going to put the wires in pipes, cut grooves in the wall, and then cover them with cement and paint."
Ying Han was afraid that Comrade Han didn't understand, so he explained to him on the spot how to route the electricity in the living room. For example, if it was underground, the pipes could be arranged neatly underground, and grooves needed to be cut on the wall.
At that time, there was no dedicated grooving machine, so we could only use an electric drill, which was a bit troublesome.
Old Han has been working for all these years, doing whatever his superiors tell him to do. Recently, his eldest son set up a guerrilla construction team, and each household has many requirements. They will do whatever they can do with all their heart.
This little thing is not a problem for them.
"Master Han, I'm going to start school tomorrow, so I won't be able to grow back here."
"Okay, just go to school and we'll follow your drawings exactly."
Ying Han stayed until around three o'clock in the afternoon, then went home to pack up and go back to school.
When leaving the compound, Ying Han met Wang Xiu'e.
Because after Ying Han tore apart their hypocritical friendship last time, Wang Xiu'e never came to see her again.
When Ying Han saw her now, he didn't give her a good look. They hadn't settled the score with her parents yet.
Wang Xiu'e's two brothers and mother drove her to school. When her mother saw her, she smiled hypocritically and said, "It's Hanhan. Are you going to school? Why don't you get in the car and we'll give you a ride? I haven't seen you playing with Xiu'e since I came back recently. Remember to come to my house on Sundays. I'll make you something delicious. You're such a pitiful child. Look at your little face. Why are you still wearing it? You said you could wash it off. If you go to school, you'll definitely be disliked by your classmates. Do you want me to introduce a doctor to you?"
With such beautiful voice and image, it's a pity that Wang Xiu'e's mother is not an actor.
"No need. If I want it to be fine, then it will be fine. If I don't want it to be fine, it will always be like this. I don't care." After saying that, he looked at the family with a cold face, turned around and left.
Wang Xiu'e's mother looked at Ying Han's face and sneered, "I don't know what happened to Ying Han's face. She even lied to the people in the courtyard about what color she dyed it. I think she's afraid that others will laugh at her. So what if she got admitted to Southeast University? There are so many girls studying architecture now. Xiu'e, did you have a fight?"
"Mom, I didn't argue with her. She was the one who suspected her parents. It was us who did it."
Wang Xiu'e's mother was stunned for a moment, then said unnaturally, "Don't listen to her nonsense, the little girl is full of nonsense."
The children were silent in the car; this was a secret in their family that was no longer a secret.
They actually know what's going on.
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Only a small patch of erythema remains due to the cold, at the base of the ear. It cannot be seen if the hair is let down.
But Ying Han likes to comb his hair up, and the spot on his face will be affected.
For example, when she just entered the dormitory, the other seven girls who had already arrived all looked at her.
They were all stunned when they saw the red spot on her face. Ying Han clearly saw a look of disgust flash across some of their faces.
"Hello, my name is Sun Tiantian. I'm from a small county in Shaanxi Province. I'm in Class 2 of the Fine Arts Department. What about you?" At this time, the girl on the bed below her stood in front of her and introduced herself with a smile.
"My name is Ying Han. I'm from this city and in the first class of the Architecture Department."
"Wow, you studied architecture." When Ying Han said this, everyone looked at Ying Han in surprise.
I didn't expect such a weak girl would study architecture.
Although they were a little surprised by her face at first, the people in the dormitory still introduced themselves to each other and greeted each other.
The person who lived across from them and slept on the upper bunk was called Jia Ying, an educated youth from a county town near Z City.
The person sleeping on the lower bunk is Wang Can, from X city, Z province.
The people on the upper and lower bunks to their left were Liu Ying and Zhang Ping respectively.
The upper and lower bunks on the right are Miao Xiao and Li Lin.
Several of them are from cities under Province Z, and they applied here to be close to home.
In their dormitory, only Sun Tiantian lives far away.
Sun Tiantian and Jia Ying are the tallest in their dormitory. They are both 1.7 meters tall now. However, the oldest ones, Sun Tiantian, are 22 and Jia Ying is 21. The others are 17 or 18 years old.
The only one here is Miao Xiao, she is 1.58 meters tall. Ying Han has been drinking cow's milk and goat's milk every day for the past year, so he has grown a lot and is now 1.6 meters tall. Ying Han has become the youngest in the dormitory at only 16 years old.
They were all from the Fine Arts Department. Ying Han was very confused. She didn't understand why she was not assigned to the same class as them since she arrived the earliest.
The next day, when she arrived at the classroom, Ying Han was stunned. It was filled with boys. There was not a single girl. It seemed as if she was the only girl in the entire department.
The boys were also stunned and became excited, staring at her with curiosity in their eyes.
Ying Han thought he had walked into the wrong class, took two steps back, looked up at the doorplate, and saw that it was Architecture Class 1.
After entering, Ying Han quietly asked the boy closest to the door, "Is this the Architecture Class 1?"
As a result, the boys in the class smiled and answered "Yes."
"Yes, you are in the right class."
"It's the Architecture Class 1."
Ying Han was confused and looked up at his classmates, as if he didn't know where to sit.
As a result, the boy who was closest to the door shyly gave him his seat and said, "Classmate, please sit here."
The boy said this, motioned to a few classmates, and squeezed to the left.
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