Back at the manor, Ye Wenchan explained to Tan Zonglin that he would arrange a room for Ye Zijin and help deal with Ye Zijin's household registration issue. Tan Zonglin quickly agreed.
Ye Wenchan wrote a letter and put it in a small bamboo tube. At midnight, a flying eagle fell from the sky and landed in front of Ye Wenchan's window.
Ye Wenchan tied the letter to Feiying's leg, and Feiying left.
"I hope senior sister is okay!"
Ye Wenchan watched the flying eagle fly away, then looked at Ye Zijin who was sleeping soundly, and gently touched the little girl's head.
Although the hope was slim, he still had hope.
Early the next morning, Ye Wenchan had breakfast with Ye Zijin, and asked Tan Zonglin to take his children to go through the enrollment procedures. He casually drove a Land Rover in the garage and went out.
Qingzhou No. 1 Middle School, Ye Wenchan's alma mater, is located at No. 18 Ximahu Road. Ye Wenchan's high school teacher, Liu Naixiang, lives nearby.
It was summer vacation and there was no one in the school. The tall sycamore trees on both sides of the school gate were rustling. Ye Wenchan looked at the school gate that had not changed in eight years and thought of his youth.
On a whim, he bought an ice cream cone at the canteen outside the school gate, stood under the tree and bit it, feeling the breeze blowing on his face, and seemed to be back to the past again.
"Will you remember tomorrow?
The diary you wrote yesterday,
…
Who married you who is sentimental?
Who read your diary?
Who tied up your long hair?
Who made your wedding dress..."
Ye Wenchan hummed softly and showed a knowing smile.
The student days are always so nostalgic.
Eight years.
I don’t know how many of his classmates at that time had already married or become parents, and I don’t know how many of them were still in Qingzhou.
Just as I was thinking about it, a trembling voice sounded from behind: "Ask the cicada?"
Ye Wenchan turned his head in surprise, and in front of him stood a gray-haired little old lady who was over 60 years old.
There were a few wrinkles added to the familiar face, a pair of old eyes were full of tears and disbelief, and the palms of his hands were trembling with excitement.
It was Liu Naixiang, the head teacher who Ye Wenchan was going to visit!
"Ask Cicada? Is it really you?"
Liu Naixiang excitedly grabbed Ye Wenchan's hand: "You...you...where have you been these years?"
"Teacher Liu……"
Ye Wenchan's mood also fluctuated a little. He didn't expect that he would meet his mentor at the school gate in a moment of nostalgia.
"Okay, I've heard everything about you. If you don't want to mention it, we won't mention it. You haven't eaten yet, right? Let's go to my house."
Liu Naixiang said, pulling Ye Wenchan away.
"Um...Teacher Liu, please wait..."
Ye Wenchan looked embarrassed. He came to see his mentor, but he couldn't go to someone's house empty-handed. He hadn't had time to buy some gifts yet!
"What are you waiting for? Are you still going to fix those stupid things for me? Don't bother, the teacher will be very happy to see you."
"We haven't seen each other for eight years, right?"
"Come on, come on, the teacher will make you your favorite stir-fried squid again this noon! Look at the fresh squid I just bought."
"You kid, you've always had a good taste. You always get delicious food."
Liu Naixiang shook the bag of vegetables in her hand, and no matter what Ye Wenchan said, she held his hand and dragged him home.
Ye Wenchan looked at the little old lady's enthusiastic look, with a slight smile on her lips.
Some people have changed, and some people are still the same, which is great!
"Teacher Liu, do you still live here?"
There was a two-story building behind No. 1 Middle School. From a distance, Ye Wenchan looked at this familiar building and couldn't help but sigh.
Liu Naixiang's man was a gambler. He divorced Liu Naixiang in his early years and hooked up with a female poker friend.
Liu Naixiang lives here with her two children.
"The school allocated a house, but it was too far away for work, so I didn't go there and used it as a wedding house for Mu Yuan."
Xia Muyuan is Liu Naixiang's youngest son and Xia Muxiao's younger brother, who is two years younger than Xia Muxiao.
"Mu Yuan is already married?"
Ye Wenchan asked in surprise. The two of them had just approached the small building when they saw two arrogant guys. One was carrying a bucket and the other was holding a brush, dipped in white paint, at Liu Naixiang's house.
On the door, a big word 'demolished' was painted!
"What are you doing?"
"Why are you writing graffiti on my door?"
Liu Naixiang was furious when she saw this scene and ran up to Xiaobu to argue.
"What?"
"Old man, I told you a long time ago that this land is going to be demolished. Why don't you move out and wait for death?"
One of the guys cursed at Liu Naixiang arrogantly.
"You want to occupy the land but don't pay me. How can you be so right?"
Liu Naixiang's lips trembled and her face turned red.
"Why didn't you give me any money? Who said we didn't give you any money?"
Another scoundrel asked, scratching his neck.
"In your contract, you only gave us a deposit of 5,000 yuan, but you didn't mention the total compensation, and you just wanted to demolish our home. How could that make sense?"
Liu Naixiang clapped her hands and shouted.
"Old man, five thousand yuan is fine for you. How much more do you want?"
"I'm telling you, I'll give you another half month at most. You have to do it if you want, or if you don't, you have to do it!"
After saying that, the scoundrel pushed Liu Naixiang away and started to leave.
A big hand blocked his way! This chapter has been completed!