Jiang Yun led the way, and the father and daughter arrived at No. 17 Newspaper Lane.
The sycamore tree in the yard stretched out its bare branches over the wall.
Jiang Yonghua stood outside the iron gate, waving his flashlight at the old blue brick wall. "This is the Kang Mansion! Boss Kang used to work here when he first started his magazine!"
Jiang Jun pointed and said, "There is indeed a large table on the first floor, which can seat more than ten or twenty people. I lived on the third floor at that time. Look at the window behind the tree, that's the room. My colleagues Sister Lin and Sister Miao lived in the other two rooms with windows facing the back. What a pity! I fell ill as soon as I arrived, so I only stayed one night. When I was discharged from the hospital, I moved to another room."
"Good! Your current place is better than here!" Jiang Yonghua looked up, shining his flashlight. "I've never been inside the house, I've only walked past it from the outside. It seems the third floor is Boss Kang's daughter's boudoir, while Boss Kang and his wife and son live on the second floor. Back then, something big happened at the Kang Mansion that shook Lingcheng, so Boss Kang and his family moved out and turned this place into a magazine office. The upstairs was vacated for the magazine and newspaper staff to live in."
Jiang Jun was curious: "What's the big deal?"
Jiang Yonghua stared blankly at the third-floor window and paused. "Uh, it seems they've arrested a radical. Um, it seems they're saying that Boss Kang's daughter is a member of the radical faction. Anyway, this place has been sealed off."
Jiang Yun was skeptical: "Dad, sealing off a house and arresting a few people wouldn't be a big deal, right?"
The building is well preserved inside and out, with no signs of damage, not even traces of bullet holes. How serious could have happened?
In the war-torn times depicted in movies and TV dramas, it was the devastating bombings that shook the entire city, shocked the government and the entire world.
Could it be that the scripts were too exaggerated, causing her to focus only on the word "sensation" and ignore people's feelings?
As expected, Jiang Yonghua sighed deeply and said, "Xiaojun, you have only seen those fleeting war scenes in movies, so you cannot understand the fear of ordinary people.
We didn't know when the Japanese would attack again, or whether we could resist. We were afraid that the roof would collapse if a shell hit it while we were lying at home. We were worried that a bullet would accidentally hit us while we were walking on the street. We were in fear every day, not knowing whether we would be alive in the next second.
At the time, the incident at Boss Kang's house took up a large page in the newspaper. Initially, it was about radicals and civil war, and the newspaper reprinted a large number of copies. However, later reports turned it into a story about a young man and woman's jealousy.
No matter what type of news it is, as long as it can make the front page headlines of the newspaper, it is enough to shock the whole city.
Jiang Yun was stunned, but then he understood. The radicals were real, and the rich girl's jealousy was also real, but there was someone behind the incident who suppressed it or did public relations, so the news of the civil war was suppressed, and the jealousy was used to divert the public's attention.
Love stories are more eye-catching than historical stories.
This is a technique Jiang Heng often uses.
It turns out this house has a story!
As long as there hasn't been a congress, it can be sold to a private individual. Although it will take many years for the property to be sold, you can think about it now: "Dad, if I had the money, I would buy this place."
Jiang Yonghua quickly interrupted: "Xiaojun, these houses are public property. Just take a look. You are in the capital, and I am in Ping County. Don't overthink it."
When you go to work, you have to rely on the company to allocate housing. If you can get a house in Lingcheng, doesn’t that mean you should be transferred here to work?
No, no, no, you can’t stay at Kang Mansion when you come to Lingcheng!
Unlucky!
Hey, hearing that his daughter had slept there for a night, Jiang Yonghua felt creepy and wanted to stay away from the Kang Mansion.
Jiang Jun was thinking about something else. It wasn't that she didn't care about the distance, but it would be strange to buy a house and not live in it even after more than ten years, after all, everyone had a company dormitory.
She just felt that she had an unusual intimacy with the Kang Mansion and an indescribable love for it. Such a beautiful house, with its own entrance and quiet in the midst of the hustle and bustle, and that old sycamore tree, with its branches full of flowers in spring, must be beautiful beyond words, with a unique Republican style!
Lingcheng is located in the south and north of Beijing respectively. When transportation becomes more convenient in the future, it would be nice to come here for vacation, for example, to soak in the hot springs.
"Dad, didn't you say your grandfather used to run a rice shop? Then you are also a native of Lingcheng, so why not buy a house in your hometown as your ancestral home?" Jiang Jun made up an excuse.
Jiang Yonghua shook his head: "I don't have a son, so it's useless to have an ancestral house."
He stopped talking halfway through.
Jiang Jun snorted: "Okay, Dad, you favor boys over girls!"
Jiang Yonghua smiled. "It doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman; it's all about having a promising future. I heard the courtyard at your workplace used to be a prince's mansion. I think it's much more impressive than this one. Your aunt Chen Shuye's courtyard is also better than this. You and Yuanwu should stay in the capital. It will be convenient for me to visit you and take care of your children in the future."
Jiang Jun refused to give in. She was only thinking about making money through investment, while her father was only thinking about how to distract her. Before he even made any extra money, he started budgeting for the expenses of having a baby.
What's more, she hates children!
Thinking of this, Jiang Jun stomped his feet and said, "Dad, Yuanwu and I will not have children!"
Jiang Yonghua thought Jiang Jun was shy and quickly changed the subject: "Well, in my eyes, you and Xiaolan are still children! Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. I'll take you to see if the newspaper office in front is still there."
The buildings in Newspaper Lane are all old houses from the Republic of China period. They are managed by the public housing management office and allocated to a department-level cultural unit as storage warehouses. They are well preserved.
No matter how Jiang Yun looked at it, he felt that these houses were very lucky.
If, like in the capital, the royal mansions were also divided among the street factories to be used as workshops or workers' dormitories, and those people were allowed to pick up bricks and build illegal structures, destroying the place completely and completely destroying the heritage.
Jiang Jun asked, "Dad, where is the school you're attending? Is it near the Zhuangyuan Temple? I'm going to ask for leave from Team Leader Bu tomorrow. Can you take me there?"
Jiang Yonghua was silent for a moment: "That's fine."
Don't be impatient about anything, just take it one step at a time.
He had been talking to his daughter for such a long time, but she never mentioned Jiang Yonghui. It seemed that Chen Yuanwu did not tell Jiang Jun what he had said on the phone.
Two people approached with flashlights. "Who are you?"
Jiang Jun saw the red armbands on their arms and said with confidence, "I used to live in No. 17 and I'm taking a walk here."
People of that era were very simple and honest, and no one dared to wear uniforms and armbands casually. They saw that Jiang Yonghua was wearing an old military uniform and coat without badges, so they asked the name of Jiang Yun's unit, said it was late, don't run around, go home quickly, and left.
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