In the sparsely populated area behind Mount Qingcheng, the real estate company has developed many single-family villas along the mountain.
These buildings built in the beautiful Qingcheng Mountains have the same selling price as the class they represent. Speaking of which, Lin Luoran occasionally found it in a real estate magazine more than a year ago, and the price of a building is about four or five Chinese dollars Ten million.
Although the people are getting richer and richer, even the rich people who often talk about how much property someone has, after all, real estate accounts for more than half of it. There are really not many who are willing to use 40 to 50 million working capital to buy a holiday villa. So when Lin Luoran read the magazines, most of the villas here were for rent. Even so, the high rent once made Lin Luoran, who was not even a white-collar worker, daunted.
If it wasn't for cultivating immortals, where would he be now
Getting off the taxi, Lin Luoran stared at the entrance of the villa complex in a daze. A year ago, she would never have imagined that one day she would own such a house—practice is not for wealth, but if she can practice while making life better for herself and her relatives, no one would be foolish enough to refuse.
When Lin Luoran entered the villa, there was an oolong. The doorman had never seen the rented-out owner. If she hadn't seen her beautiful, he might not have talked to her. Fortunately, the villa was transferred under Lin Luoran's name at the beginning, and she showed her ID card, and she went in smoothly.
The villas are all surrounded by mountain roads. Where Lin’s parents and Lin’s mother live now, at the innermost corner, there is a bluestone pier outside the single-family villa. A large lake in front of the gate separates it from other villas. The barrier, the privacy is very good.
It was already close to ten o'clock in the evening, but there were no lights in the villa.
Are you all asleep? Baojia is not such an early sleeper...
Lin Luoran was very surprised. Seeing that the door was also ajar, she slipped in lightly.
There was no sound of breathing in the room, so it wasn't that they had stopped, but that there was really no one there.
Lin's father, Lin's mother, Baojia and Xiao Luodong, where did they go? Lin Luoran first suspected that they had returned to their home in Rongcheng, but immediately denied it.
Although the security work of this villa is good, but it is not enough to tell Dad Lin and the others to go back without closing the door—could something have happened? Lin Luoran felt very uneasy when he thought that this was even the slightest possibility.
She quickly passed the lawn in front of the villa and came to the house without even locking the door... Lin Luoran endured the fear and pushed the door open, and quickly checked the inside of the house.
Fortunately, everything in the house is in good order, and there is no trace of clutter. It must be because something happened at home, Dad Lin and the others should be safe.
Maybe Dad Lin and the others went out for a walk
No matter what, I think this might be bigger. Lin Luoran breathed a sigh of relief, and simply looked at the villa. It was the first time for her, the nominal owner, to see her second property.
Different from the Lin House in Rongcheng, this villa is pure European style. There are three floors in total, because it is hidden in the gap between towering trees, and the third floor has large floor-to-ceiling windows. It is estimated that you can overlook the scenery of the middle of the mountain from the upper floor, and because it is covered by trees, it is cool even in summer. Afraid of the scorching sun.
Looking at the house, counting the floor area alone, it would not be enough to cover an area of seven or eight hundred square meters, let alone a three-story building. The combined space would not only accommodate Lin Luoran's family, but it would even bring the seven aunts and eight aunts here. Living is enough.
The yard is surrounded by iron railings, and there is a huge open-air swimming pool inside. The other parts of the yard are paved with grass, and a circle of roses are planted in the corners. These two days are in full bloom. Another swing and rocking chair is placed under the flower vines. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary villa, and the details reveal exquisiteness and difference everywhere.
Wait, what's that chubby thing over there in the corner? Lin Luoran looked carefully and couldn't help laughing. The cowpea vines and eggplants on the bamboo poles were growing just right. The plump purple eggplants and long strips of cowpeas were not shy at all growing in this European-style mansion—this is probably Mama Lin's masterpiece, Papa Lin is passionate about cooking, and he doesn't worry about where the ingredients come from!
She was thinking about whether to hand over some space-optimized seeds to Mama Lin, when she heard a woman's laughter, like crisp plums that would only be on the market in summer, being sent by the lake wind from a long distance, Lin Luoran couldn't help but stand still Listen to it.
The longer he listened, the bigger the smile on Lin Luoran's face became, and in the end, he almost lost his mind with joy.
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Under the dim street lights, Baojia smiled and reminded Mama Lin to pay attention to her steps, while slowing down to wait for Papa Lin. And in her arms, she was hugging Xiao Luo Dong who was asleep.
"The vegetarian food made by Daoist Xiao'an really has nothing to say. Could it be that he is also patient with Luo Dong? Baojia, do you think we should invite others back?" Mama Lin, impressed by Taoist Xiao'an's first-hand cooking skills, has been eating for a long time, so she is naturally very embarrassed.
The taste of those vegetarian dishes is not worse than the ones that Xiao Ran brought back before. They are also eggplants, but they are grown by themselves. No matter how they cook, they don't taste the same!
Baojia had cold sweat on his face. The Daoist Xiao'an that Lin's mother was talking about was the big disciple of the Qingcheng School. That bull-nosed old man was in pain. Every time Daoist Xiao'an cooks, Baojia knows that he will always be scolded—— Cultivator, obsessed with pots and pans all day long, it would be no wonder if his master was heartbroken!
She and Lin's father and Lin's mother moved to this Qingcheng villa for more than three months. At first, they took care of their parents on behalf of their friends. She loves to eat fish, and always uses the pretense of fishing to get some wild fish to add to her dishes... People's hearts are full of meat, Baojia sometimes even thinks, if her parents are still there, it is probably the same as the current situation. no difference right
These three months are the most beautiful and warm days in Baojia's life - if Xiaoran is here, it would be great!
Thinking of the news from the imperial capital, Baojia seemed to have been missing for more than two months, Baojia concealed the worry in his eyes, and changed his face to laugh with Mama Lin again.
She hasn't told Lin's father and Lin's mother about this news yet. The excuse she gave for Lin Luoran's disappearance was that her friend was working for the country and couldn't communicate with the outside world. If Lin Luoran didn't come back, she really didn't know how to make it up.
Sure enough, together with Baojia's thought, Mama Lin started nagging again:
"What do you think is going on here? How many people in Huaxia want to drag us Xiaoran to do some ghost missions, so that we haven't come back for years, let alone, it's almost summer now, and there is no connection to the phone..."
Mama Lin couldn't stop talking in front of acquaintances.
Now that she has a carefree life, her personality is also cheerful, and she is no longer like when she was in Lijia Village, because she is from a foreign surname, she seems to be born inferior, and she has no confidence in speaking.
Father Lin still has the same personality. Hearing Mama Lin complaining a lot, he couldn't help but retort: "No matter how capable she is, she is also a Chinese. What's wrong with helping the country occasionally? You are the only old woman who talks too much!"
Mama Lin rolled her eyes in anger: "How old am I?"
Father Lin looked at his wife's radically changed appearance. Her hair was jet-black. Except for the thin lines around her eyes, her eyes were really bright and her teeth were bright. She really didn't have anything to do with old age. He could only close his mouth tightly and let himself be poked. The sore-footed Mama Lin scolded him to death—in fact, Papa Lin was the one who changed the most compared to Mama Lin.
Also getting younger, Lin's father not only looks like a man in his forties, but mainly his facial features, which stand out when he is young, and he is a refined and mature man when he stands out. Lin's mother is very unbalanced about this Yes... In fact, in women's psychology, I am somewhat worried that Father Lin will look down on me now.
It is said that a daughter is like a father. In fact, most of Lin Luoran's facial features are inherited from Dad Lin, so when Dad Lin becomes younger, and he doesn't dress like an old farmer before, his natural temperament is highlighted.
Baojia saw that the two elders started to bring up this old "contradictory" again, and had a headache. Whoever calls a woman is a beauty, and Lin's mother doesn't mind. Unless she is better than Lin's father in appearance, there is no way to do it.
She had already walked past the Qingshi pier, holding Luo Dong with one hand, and pushed open the door of the villa.
Under the light coming in from outside the wall, there stood a pretty and vivid figure, Bao Jia recognized it for a while, and the familiar eyebrows and eyes were so provocative that he almost shed tears.
Standing in the grass was her best friend who had been missing for more than two months and whose eyes were shining with water—Lin Luoran, who seemed to be a little more beautiful!
"Why don't you go in?" Lin's mother wondered why Baojia was standing at the door, walked a few steps and saw her daughter standing under the street lamp, and said "ah", but no matter what tears were shining, she rushed up and hugged Lin Luo Of course.
"Xiao Ran, you're back!" I haven't seen you for more than three months, and I'm going on a mission that I can't even contact. Lin's mother is not worried. It's all right, I hold Lin Luoran and don't want to let go.
Lin Luoran comforted Lin's mother, and then called "Dad", Lin's father quietly wiped away the tears that the man should not have flicked with his sleeve, and said repeatedly: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back."
"Baojia, you have worked hard for these three months." Lin Luoran looked at Baojia seriously, and there was a sincere thank you in the words. Know that she has "not seen".
Baojia blinked back her tears, and stretched out her hand to hit Lin Luoran:
"Thank you big head ghost! What are we two talking about?"
Little Luodong was woken up by the voices of the adults and Baojia's movements, she opened her eyes in a daze, saw that it was Lin Luoran, thought she was dreaming, muttered, and fell asleep again.
His childish behavior swept away the sentimental atmosphere, and even the strict father Lin laughed.
The family walked into the house together, Lin Luoran was half a step behind, looking at the young parents and Baojia who was alive and kicking, he felt a warmth in his heart - it's good to go home.
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At this time, in Qingcheng Temple, which is a few kilometers away from the mountain road, in an ordinary wooden house in the backyard, an old Taoist priest opened his eyes while meditating:
"Hey, it's her who's back... Old Mus are really worrying for nothing. How could such a girl with deep blessings have trouble so easily."
A head poked in through the crack of the door, revealing Xiao An Dao's baby face.
"Master, who do you say is blessed with profound blessings?"
Smelling the scent of tofu fried in sesame oil on the disciple's body, the old Taoist was really angry. He has been in the Tao for many years, why did he find such a disciple in the first place
The old Taoist was angry, and the consequences were serious...
"Ah, it hurts!" Daoist Xiao'an covered his head and jumped, because the old Taoist responded to him with an amber paperweight!