Wu Lei had no idea how sinister Song Tan's smile was. At the moment, he was only thinking about his house down payment and Zhu Li, and his heart was filled with anger.
But... Song Tan greeted him with a smile, and he still knew how to keep his dignity. His anger was not directed at Song Tan and his aunt's family, so he just responded silently.
Then, carrying the large luggage bag and pulling the suitcase, he walked towards Song Tan's house in a depressed manner.
Song Tan couldn't help but feel more satisfied when he saw this - apart from anything else, this strength is easier to use than Zhang Yanping's!
The wheels of the suitcase made a loud noise on the weathered cement road. Wu Lei was immersed in his own emotions, walking without much energy, and then turned through the bamboo forest...
!!!
He stood on the side of the road, his eyes wide open in surprise.
Just... the white walls, gray tiles, upturned corners and flying eaves in front of him, is this his aunt's new house
This, this, this... This looks so beautiful!
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.
He took out his cell phone and prepared to take a picture of Julie, but when he thought of his own situation, he put it down dejectedly.
Then the first thought in my mind was -
If my family builds a house like this, it’s not impossible not to buy a house in Ningcheng!
…
The family members had no idea what Wu Lei was thinking about. Some were boiling water, and some were preparing tea.
Song Sancheng still felt a little guilty:
"Tan Tan, the same thing. This classmate is here, and he insisted that I brew this old tea leaves..."
These are the old or yellow leaves picked out when frying tea leaves. They are not worth looking at at all.
Of course, the taste is still wonderful, the rich tea aroma is no different, but the bitterness is more prominent.
If Song Sancheng were to say, he felt that this kind of tea was more durable and had better flavor.
But... you can't use it to entertain guests!
It doesn't have any of the stripes or color that good tea should have.
Wulan was fiddling with the commercial water boiler next to the kitchen, while also refilling the household kettle in the house with water. When she heard this, she glanced at him:
"Twenty or thirty people, just entertaining them would cost two taels of tea, right? Why? You didn't pick the tea leaves, and you didn't spend any money on building the house, right?"
Virtue!
My daughter is so poor that she has to shamelessly take advantage of her acquaintances, and yet she is still pretending to be generous!
Wouldn't it be nice to sell those two taels of tea to someone else
Besides…
She thought of the meat dishes prepared in the kitchen: "Do we eat badly or drink badly? Is it okay to drink almost as much tea?"
"Not too much, not too much."
Song Sancheng stopped immediately and put appropriate amount of tea leaves into the disposable cup in front of him.
At this moment, I suddenly saw a person standing in the yard, dazed and confused, like a mouse that stole oil into the wrong jar...
To be honest, I'm a little timid.
Wu Lan took a look and said, "Wu Lei is here? Why didn't you call to tell me? How did you get here? Are your parents here? Why did you bring so much luggage? I actually have everything here... Don't worry, just take a break here, I won't let you suffer."
As he spoke, he called out to Song Sancheng, "Hurry up and take the child upstairs."
Then he whispered, "Take him to the room next to Qiao Qiao."
"Wu Lei's thoughts have been a little biased recently. We need to ask him to pay more attention to our Qiao Qiao!"
Song Sancheng glanced at her and said, "Look at the nice words you just said..."
Wu Lan glared at him: "Nice words are fine words, but what Wu Lei did was wrong, and it's wrong for people to say it?"
As an aunt, she had to cooperate with Tan Tan to twist the child, otherwise she would be sorry for her brother and sister-in-law who had taken care of her family over the years.
…
Wu Lei looked at this extraordinarily spacious and high-end mansion and was so overwhelmed that he was speechless.
After a long while, he finally found the time to reply: "Auntie, you said the house is so beautiful."
"Of course not!"
Wulan was proud: "If you work hard, I'll give you a red envelope. When you save up, you can build a house for yourself."
When it comes to houses, Wu Lei instantly becomes listless.
Then he carried his luggage dejectedly and asked, "Uncle, which room should I sleep in?"
"Here, here," Song Sancheng quickly led him to the stairs:
"I'll take you to the third floor. Yan Ping, Qiao Qiao, and his teacher all live here."
"Knowing you were coming last night, your aunt had already made the bed."
"Tan Tan lives on the second floor, and your aunt and I live on the first floor. We will bring your grandma and grandpa over after a while, and we will have a lively family."
The central air conditioning was on, and even the stairwell seemed exceptionally cool.
Wu Lei grunted as he carried the suitcase in one hand and the bag in the other. Seeing that his uncle in front of him had no intention of helping him, he had no complaints at the moment.
He didn't have such a detailed mind and brain, he just climbed the stairs and said:
"I spent a lot of money to make the house look so nice. These three floors should have an elevator. People in villas all have elevators."
Song Sancheng: ... What kind of family? They want to install an elevator in a three-story building? They have to walk more than this distance to go up the mountain every day. How pretentious.
Perhaps because they had found a non-awkward topic, Wu Lei said a lot: "Lili and I had filmed a short video in a villa area before. The home elevators there were very convenient. And the rooms were all furnished with Chinese-style furniture, made of mahogany and wenge... It looked very rich and elegant."
"But your home is well decorated, simple and elegant, and looks very harmonious. It's just that the sense of technology is not strong enough. Smart homes are popular now..."
Song Sancheng responded happily, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
As for Lei Lei, he seems to be an honest person at heart, but he is too superficial.
Once a grown man starts to act arrogantly, he starts to look greasy and unreliable and needs more work.
Regardless of whether his suggestion makes sense or not, let’s just say that when we are a guest at someone’s home, we should praise them if we can, and keep silent if we can’t... This also involves a question of politeness.
But what about this child
This is not bad, it's just pure stupidity!
I went up to the third floor and pushed the door of the room open.
Wooden floor, white walls, bright windows, simple gray-blue curtains, a simple 1.5-meter wooden bed and a 4-piece set of the same plain color on it...
Wu Lei was instantly surprised.
"Uncle, your house is really well decorated! It looks much better than the place I rented in Ningcheng."
He pushed the luggage into the room, couldn't help but touch the bedding again, and then began to comment on the exquisite life he heard from Lili:
"This quilt is so thin and light. Is it made of silk? It's more comfortable than a summer quilt."
Song Sancheng looked up at the air outlet of the central air conditioner.
He thought to himself: Go for it! This kid is not floating at all, his whole body is half full of water!
What kind of silk? It's impossible to think about it. It's just the old cotton at home that has been re-beaten.
The summer quilt is a bit thin.