Yingxian Hutong Yard No. 110 should actually be regarded as a residential community, but there is only one building in the community, so everyone called it that.
It used to be a "public house" built by the unit, and the building retains the characteristics of the old old house: it faces south, and the north side of each floor is a long and narrow public corridor, which leads from the east to the west. There are ten families standing side by side, and everyone shares an elevator. Later, the unit disappeared, and the public housing went through a "housing reform" - which was bought by the residents voluntarily and became a real estate that can be bought and sold on the market.
The building was built in 1990. Children born after 1990 have started to go bald in batches. Of course, the buildings of the same age are not as youthful and beautiful. The walls are mottled, from rusted railings to narrow staircases, all of which are dated.
However, although the building is a little older, the environment in the community is very good, there are few people and clean, more than 20 years later, the trees have grown up calmly, and when I walk into the courtyard in summer, it feels five degrees cooler than outside. The location is also good, less than two stops from the CBD, and a ten-minute walk. The west gate of the community is facing a bilingual kindergarten, and the east gate is 50 meters away. A few years ago, a good public primary school was newly moved. Therefore, it can be regarded as a "school district housing", and ordinary people really can't afford it.
Now, there are local tyrants living in this courtyard who bought a house in full for the school district's quota; there are ordinary wealthy people who pay tens of thousands of rent a month for the convenience of their children to go to kindergarten; there are also old units who lost their jobs after the restructuring and only have two rooms left. The small courtyard of the hut is "indigenous", and there are three religions and nine streams.
There are million-dollar luxury cars parked in the courtyard, as well as a little Santana who looks to be scrapping the age. However, in this old community, there is no parking lot for one, so no matter whether it is a luxury car or a broken car, it can only be plugged in a corner, and a small wooden board to block dog urine is uniformly supported on the wheels.
When Yu Lanchuan arrived, he was just in time for someone to move. There is an electric small four-wheeled wheel, and a wire is charged in the reception room at the door, which blocks the road. The truck of the moving company is blocked at the door and cannot enter.
"Whose electric car is at the door? Please move!" the truck driver yelled while honking. After a while, no one answered, he got out of the car and let go, "Red! Four wheels! On the car was written 'Ancestral moxibustion and acupuncture therapy, shroud, wreath discount - discount -' Whose family? Whose wreath discount? Move it!"
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
Still a one-stop service.
He didn't bother to squeeze with the hot truck, so he stopped at the door and waited for them to move away.
This is the place where he used to hang around when he was young. As soon as he entered the small courtyard, there were two rows of large locust trees, and in the middle was a path for walking. The midsummer sunlight blocked those branches and leaves, and there were only a few light spots left, which fell to the ground. The tortuous branches of the old locust were knotted with vicissitudes of life. Undisturbed silence means.
In a flash, ten years later, the building is old, the old man is gone, and the tree has grown up.
The eldest grandfather has lived for almost a century, and he is an old man who does not take the usual path and loses contact at every turn. As a relative and friend, Yu Lanchuan has already prepared himself mentally, and now he can't talk about how sad he is. It's just that he was standing here holding the old man's ashes, and suddenly there was a sense of right and wrong, as if an era had just vanished inadvertently.
The old man didn't have many relics, except for the broken car that was about to be scrapped, there were only a few daily necessities and cameras left. In his will, he asked Yu Lanchuan to develop the last few photos as his final work, and explained that the contents of the bag were left to Yu Lanchuan.
In addition to the will, there are two booklets in the bag, one of which is the "Hanjiang Qijue" sword manual, which Yu Lanchuan is already familiar with. He hadn't seen the other one. The will said that it was the mantle of the head of the "Hanjiang" sect. The old man himself was the 136th sect head, and he planned to pass the position to Yu Lanchuan and let him be the 136th. Seventeen.
However, the old man said that it doesn't matter if he is inappropriate or not. Anyway, the "Hanjiang Sword Sect" has no disciples.
The content of "Sect Master Mantle" is mainly divided into three parts, namely "door rules", "cultivation" and "unique ancient recipes", which are all handed down from ancient times.
There are 20 "door rules" in total, all in traditional and traditional Chinese characters. Yu Lanchuan University went to business school, and then he studied abroad and filled up with foreign ink. The ancient prose is also high school level. I turned to the end, and finally found a row of handwritten simplified characters, the old man's words.
Knowing his level, the old man specially wrote a comment, which is very popular: "The twenty rules of the gate are all sages and sages that can be done one by one. There is no need to look at them carefully. I, waiting for mortals, only need to abide by the laws and regulations of the state and social order and good customs. Just fine."
The "cultivation" part is a summary of the masters of the past dynasties who practiced martial arts. The cultural level of the masters of the past dynasties is different, and the "legacy" left is also various, some are the formulas of flexing and arrogant, and some are stretching their arms and kicking. The legs are stick figures.
In this part, the old man wrote the annotations at the front, and the annotations showed the taste of "heart is wide and wide": "I think you probably can't understand it, you can read it slowly, and you can't understand it if you don't understand it, then Just pull it down."
The last part is the "unique ancient recipe", which Yu Lanchuan has heard of. According to legend, in ancient times, many sects had their own unique prescriptions to treat trauma, adjust internal breath, and detoxify—everything is mysterious and mysterious, and the prescriptions are not rumored. , which is part of the sect inheritance. Just like the "Life and Good Fortune Pill" and "Jiuzhuan Lingbao Pill" written in martial arts novels.
Yu Lanchuan curiously turned to the last part, wanting to see what the secret of this sect was, but found that the old man had painted those pages with ink, and wrote in big scarlet letters, "This stuff is unscientific, go away if you are sick. Hospital".
Followed by three exclamation points.
The one-hundred and thirty-seventh sect master held such a mantle in his hand, and after tasting it, he felt that his sect had a lot of qi... Maybe that was the case.
The owner of the electric car finally arrived late, and the truck driver began to complain unsatisfactorily. The voice drew Yu Lanchuan's attention back. He raised his head and looked at the eleven-story building in the yard with a complicated expression.
Among the old man's relics, the most important and most difficult to deal with may be this suite.
The old man's house is on the tenth floor, with a small two-bedroom apartment. The apartment is about 70 square meters. Yu Lanchuan just inquired at the real estate agent at the intersection. The market price of such a house is 8.5 million, excluding tax.
That number sounds dizzying for the working class.
The old man Yu Huaide was never married and had no children. He grew up with his younger brother—Yu Lanchuan’s own grandfather. Yu Lanchuan’s grandparents passed away a few years ago, and their family members were few. His father and he were both only sons.
Yu Lanchuan's biological father, Yu Jianhua, was fed up with the shackles of marriage and family, and finally got divorced, just like a free bird out of its cage. When the eldest grandfather died, Yu Jianhua rushed over to see the body, helped him take care of the funeral, and waved his sleeves away. As for the inheritance, his father said: "Anyway, in this generation, you are the only one left in our family, and everything will be yours in the future. You can decide for yourself."
So—this suite, in theory, should be in his hands.
In the same world, thousands of slave dogs have had the same dream.
… almost manifested in him.
Unfortunately, this is not the story of the second half of "Jane Eyre", because the old man also said in his will that this suite cannot be left to his descendants.
Back in the days of the “Housing Reform”, to obtain the property rights of the house, you had to pay 50,000 yuan—although it seems like a free hand now, but more than 20 years ago, 50,000 yuan was not a small amount for most people. .
The old man is a bachelor. He always spends as much as he earns, let alone 50,000, he can't even come up with 5,000. The money to buy the house was collected by his friends from all over the world when they heard that he was in trouble.
The old man is very popular, and he has helped too many people. I don’t know how many people have contributed money to him. There are those who are shy and can only pay thirty to fifty yuan. .
Later, before the old man could figure out who should pay back the money, domestic housing prices took off together with the economy, and the small public housing of 50,000 doubled in the second year. on the sky.
At this time, if you want to break up the 50,000 people that year, it is almost meaningless to be a human being.
Therefore, the old man Yu Huaide said that although this suite is in his name, it cannot be regarded as his private property, and he will never sell it. Friends in the martial arts who come to Yanning for business can come here.
In other words, this school district room with the almost surname Yu is the "Office in Yanning" of the Wulin League.
When Yu Lanchuan thought of this, his heart bleeds - can't you find a suburban county to set up an office for these out-of-the-box things!
Just when he was secretly sad and angry with a cold face on his face, a gust of wind suddenly hit behind him and hit the back of his head. Yu Lanchuan was still immersed in eight million miles, without thinking, his body instinctively slid a step away, and at the same time he turned sideways and sank. Elbow, hit back. A plastic walking stick slipped under his elbow like a fish, and swept under his ribs against his shifted center of gravity. Yu Lanchuan used his hands, shoulders, and elbows to make swords. The stick on his body took about ten strokes, and it didn't stop until the stick almost touched the grandfather's urn.
Yu Lanchuan adjusted his glasses in embarrassment, and then he saw clearly that the neuropathy who stabbed him with a stick was an old man.
The old man had red cuffs on his arms, a green plastic walking stick in his hand, a few stylish patches on his clean white shirt, and a pair of tortoiseshell reading glasses.
The old man lowered his head, his eyes shot from the reading glasses, looked at the urn, then looked at Yu Lanchuan, and smiled: "Brother Yu, my baby grandson has brought you back! Xiaochuan has grown so big, just now From a distance, Grandpa Yang almost didn't recognize it."
Yu Lanchuan was stunned for a moment, but he held back his temper. After a closer look, he remembered that this grandpa Yang seemed to live on the sixth floor and had the best relationship with their old man. He used to go fishing together.
Lao Yang put the plastic walking stick under his arm, but he didn't see any movement, as if he just stretched out his hand and took the urn over.
Yu Lanchuan: "Hey..."
"Arrived home, child, you asked me to take my old brother for a ride." Lao Yang waved at him, and then his face became a little lonely, "Fu Liangyue, Han Jiangxue, Tang Qianyan, Chuan Linfeng... Back then Wujue, these years, I have been able to go, not to be gone, and now, I am the only old immortal."
Five musts? Isn't that only four
Yu Lanchuan looked at the old man's staggering back with trepidation, fearing that he would throw the eldest grandfather - because I heard that ignorance seems to be one of the symptoms of Alzheimer's.
"There is no successor, as long as your Xiaochuan has a good chance, he can still catch me a few sticks, and the others... sigh, what are you doing!" Lao Yang rambled to the urn, "The martial arts conference is held every three years. It’s good for you to leave, this year the big guy will come to Yanning again, who will you be running for?”
"By the way," Lao Yang remembered something, and turned to ask Yu Lanchuan, "How many levels have Xiaochuan's Qijue sword reached?"
Yu Lanchuan was at a loss: "...What is the rating standard?"
S&P
After Lao Yang heard this, he sighed heavily - a weasel is a mouse, a generation is not as good as a generation.
Old Yang sighed and led the big mouse, Yu Lanchuan, into the elevator. Someone was already waiting for the elevator. Yu Lanchuan's eyes swept over the man, and he was stunned for a moment: "Is it you?"
Gan Qing really couldn't find a house, so she had no choice but to be cheeky, pick up what she spat out and eat it, and went to Boss Meng's relative's house to ask for shelter. In order to make a good impression on the old lady, she deliberately cleaned it up today, pulled out the only dress other than the "work clothes", combed her hair well, and put it behind her ears, revealing a clean forehead and facial features, looking very Someone is like.
She originally wanted to "enter the village quietly, and don't want to shoot." She wanted to keep a low profile as much as possible, but she didn't expect to meet these two before she went upstairs, which was really unfortunate.
Gan Qing's eyes quickly slid over the plastic walking stick in Lao Yang's hand, not daring to look any further, and gave Yu Lanchuan an extraordinarily quiet smile.
When she laughed, the corners of her mouth were pointed, and for some unknown reason, Yu Lanchuan felt the strange familiarity in the back alley of the mud pond that day, so she couldn't help but glance at her more, and asked suspiciously, "You live here too? "