He Qian has a wide network of contacts. If he must sell the house, Qiao Fengtian can only ask him for help.
The two didn't have a good time at first, and they didn't get in touch for a long time. Occasionally look at the circle of friends where the other party's clockwork is not salty or light, just like it. Qiao Fengtian didn't feel that his previous attitude was wrong, so he made a phone call, was detained and embarrassed.
He Qian pulled his tie and cocked his legs in the office, "Just tell me anything, I'll definitely help."
"I want to sell the house."
"You still want to buy it, where did you get the money—"
"Sell! I said I wanted to sell."
He Qian listened to it over there, but remained silent for a long time.
The people who grew up in the same village are small, have inconsistent equipment and three views, and have been rubbing against each other for decades without agreeing with each other. It is difficult to arbitrarily define the friendship between He Qian and Qiao Fengtian.
When the shift was over at noon, He Qian put his suit on the crook of his arm, and when he lifted his foot, he was about to enter Qiao Fengtian's house. Qiao Fengtian came over as if his tail had been stepped on, and reached out to shove He Zuo back.
"Change shoes!"
"Hey, I almost made you hit the ground!" He Qian stretched out his hand to prop up a white wall and rubbed a sleeve of powder dust, "Why are you so playful when you ask someone to do things?"
"I'm happy." Qiao Fengtian threw a pair of cotton mops on the floor, "Give me a replacement."
I just mopped up.
The house is old-fashioned, the floor is painted, not laminate, not solid wood, not even tiles. Dirty or not, you can't tell. But if the house is untidy, Qiao Fengtian can't bear it for a second psychologically. Only because of this paranoia, Qiao Fengtian's life has not gone off the rails for so many years.
Although the house is old, the low-end is good, and the apartment is also good. When I bought it, I caught up with the opportunity. It was still cheap. Now I want to change hands. If I didn’t wait for the money urgently, the market price would definitely be raised a lot.
He wanted to sit on the sofa before, he hesitated for a moment before sitting, his butt was hanging in the air, "You don't need to wash your butt when you sit on your sofa, right?"
"Sit down." Qiao Fengtian rolled his eyes, "You can't wash your ass..."
"Well." He Qian pouted, "The truth."
Since they are all adults, some words, even if the big man haha turned the page, don't mention it.
Qiao Fengtian took a solid shower and washed his hair in the morning, barely losing his haggardness. He took a breath, changed into clean clothes, and was peeling a vermilion-sized orange. It is said that in the spring, oranges are not in season, but they are still soft and unremitting, full and shiny. Take Bailuo away and hand it to He Qian.
"What kind of house are you selling?" He Qian opened his mouth and swallowed three petals, his mouth rolled, and his face instantly wrinkled.
Qiao Fengtian frowned, "Sour?"
No, he has always been a genius in picking fruits and vegetables, and he never misses it, comparable to uncles and aunts who have been in the vegetable market for more than ten years.
"...Sweet and sad." He Qian raised his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Hey, fuck you." Qiao Fengtian raised his mouth, stretched out his hand and peeled off another small one, "I want to live in another place, there are all old men and women here, and I want to sell it if I don't feel comfortable living here."
"Don't come here! You have never been someone who is not comfortable with the status quo, and you are still uncomfortable." He Qian sneered, "You can just fool your little nephew, and no one who knows you can believe your nonsense. "
Qiao Fengtian didn't say a word, he pushed the orange petals aside and sent them to his mouth.
"The wound on your mouth..." He Qian touched his neck, "Does it have anything to do with you selling the house...?"
Qiao Fengtian wanted to put a band-aid to cover it up, but he thought that there was no silver in this place, so he revealed it calmly.
"It's ok."
"I do not believe."
"Then you ask." Qiao Fengtian's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed a mouthful of juice.
It's not that he doesn't believe in any predecessors, on the contrary, because he knows that he is the same kind of person as him, and neither joins the world nor enters the country like him, he often has a sense of sadness and sympathy that he is fighting side by side with him. . Tongue, Sword, Lip Gun is an illusion of bullets, but he just ran away blindly, he has been gnashing his teeth and moving forward. Roads are different, and the latitude and longitude are roughly the same.
Why was it that the mud bodhisattva could not protect himself when crossing the river? If he didn't tell him, it was simply because Qiao Fengtian himself was unwilling to talk about family affairs everywhere.
"Is something wrong with your house..." He Qian leaned forward, put his arms on his knees, and stretched his shirt up on his back, "is it your dad..."
"Hey! My dad is very good, don't be sad." Qiao Fengtian rolled his eyes.
"Then you fucking—"
"Hey, can you focus on the key points? Can my house be sold?" Qiao Fengtian scratched his orange peel and scratched his hair, "I'll explain everything to you when things are done, and then write 20,000 words to you. Is the summary report good?" Qiao Fengtian was very irritable when facing this person.
He Qian made a "tsk", pursed his mouth and paused for a while.
"Fengtian, it's not a trivial matter to sell a house, so don't be mad."
Qiao Fengtian was noncommittal.
"This house is your home in Linan. No matter how old it is, no matter how uncomfortable it is, if the house is gone, your own little home and world will be gone. You are a cloud, a ping, and you will fly when you blow it... Do you understand? "
Qiao Fengtian thought about it and knew what to do. In this house, not to mention one room, one hall, one leaf and one tree, even a pattern on the chopping board, a finger mark on the wall, and the smell of dust in the cabinet, Qiao Fengtian couldn't bear it. But what can be done.
"I know what you said."
"I know you still sell it!" He Qian pretended to raise his hand and slap him.
"That's the reality, there's no way."
"You don't have any money to borrow!"
"I don't borrow it."
Qiao Fengtian said it simply and neatly. He leaned back into the sofa and looked at a bamboo with new buds on the flower stand. The leaves of Asparagus are densely veined, and from a distance it looks like a cloud of green mist.
He was so happy, the corners of his drooping eyes were bent, and a pair of marks appeared on his mouth, "What's the use of you being arrogant all day long, when you are still fighting the rightists? You... you, you are..." He struggled. Nodding his fingers, he pondered the words, "You are just a muscle, you just can't learn to curve to save the country."
I used an idiom, and it sounds pretty good, so I can't help but feel complacent.
Normally, Qiao Fengtian couldn't lose his momentum, and he had to take the words back when he turned a corner. Now Qiao Fengtian has neither brain nor energy, he got up and went into the bedroom, took out a stack of large and small square documents, and slapped it on the coffee table.
"There is still 50,000 yuan left on the loan. I will go to the bank to pay the full amount and release the mortgage. I will transfer it immediately, 400,000 yuan. I will not take any furniture and household appliances with me." He paused.
Qiao Fengtian didn't want much. After a rough calculation, Qiao Liang's medical expenses could not add up to 200,000 yuan, and the turnover cost of hiring nurses in the later period must also be prepared in advance. The car that was scrapped in the accident was a domestic Jianghuai, and the damage to the car was at least 40,000 to 60,000. If the responsibility of the passengers in hand was all single, it would be an expense of more than 100,000. After all the calculations, 400,000 is not enough, but it is unrealistic to try to raise the price. I can only brush the passing line, and I can take a breath and pass the hurdle.
In the future, the expenses can always be shoulder-to-shoulder, and we will look at it step by step.
He Qian looked at the real estate certificate on the face, and looked at Qiao Fengtian.
"Are you serious?"
"Otherwise, did I spend a long time playing with the monkeys with you?"
"You're just a monkey." He Qian took out the real estate certificate and turned the page, "But you may not be able to 400,000... If you have to pay in cash."
Qiao Fengtian rubbed between his brows and raised his bangs, revealing a clean forehead.
"Do your best."
After seeing He Qian away, Qiao Fengtian didn't feel relaxed and happy when he heard him say "wait for my news" before going out. The piece of land that his feet stepped on, one month, one week, one day, may have nothing to do with his surnamed Qiao.
The house was bought at the age of twenty-four, and now I live in a blink of an eye, I am still struggling and confused. When I bought it, I gritted my teeth and asked no one for the loan, so now I have sold it, and I have nothing to look forward to. What He Qian said was right, this house was his small home in Linan, and he was sitting on the ground that he could not speak.
His sorrows and sorrows, his hatreds and complaints, his occasional joys and pleasures, and even his surging lusts that often come unexpectedly, all took root in this four-sided space, seeping into the eaves, into the ceiling, into the surrounding space. Windy cotton curtains. There are traces of his thoughts of wanting to live a good life everywhere.
Qiao Fengtian still collected the clothes as usual, folded them, and put them in the closet; swept the floor, cleaned the dustpan, and replaced the broom with a new handle; when he went around the flower stand, Qiao Fengtian was flustered for no reason. Dare to see more.
The house is about to be sold, and there is no fixed place to live, so I can't take a pot with me.
stay? But if the buyer does not know how to raise them, or is not careful, and they are used to them by themselves, there will be nothing more than a dead end.
Qiao Fengtian tilted his head, tugged at his cuffs, and stared at the green eyes - all of them seemed to have life and aura, and all of them seemed like they didn't want to go. On the one hand, Qiao Fengtian secretly despised himself like a soft girl with a sticky mind, and deeply doubted how ruthless and cold those young mothers who could abandon their own flesh and blood were.
At least it's okay to adopt.
adopt a child.
Qiao Fengtian suddenly thought of Uncle Wang who lived in the previous building. The first floor, single, small courtyard, planted two gardenias, one by one every summer, folded and sent layer by layer. Gardenias are easy to be stained by insects and ants, and the smell is too rich and sweet, so that Qiao Fengtian doesn't like it very much.
Uncle Wang's face is full of creases, but there seems to be a floral fragrance hidden in the layers of lines. Kindness of mind grows on the bright side, and he is good at waiting for flowers and grass. Qiao Fengtian felt that it was like choosing a suitable husband's family for his daughter to be married.
Otherwise, let's give it away, and send it all in one pot.
In the afternoon, I saw the injured girl's parents again, not in the hospital, but in the Linan Municipal Party Committee Traffic Police Brigade. Traffic policeman Liu with thick eyebrows walked quickly into the communication room with a case file, and saw Qiao Fengtian alone, his wrists being pinched by a woman with curly hair and a narrow skirt.
"What are you doing?!" Traffic policeman Liu frowned, "I'll use the kung fu of the case to dance the tango with the three of you."
Qiao Fengtian judged the situation, and said, "She still wants to beat me."
The woman raised her eyebrows, "You fart me—"
Traffic police Liu lifted the brim of his hat and interrupted, "I'm you! You let him go first!"