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118 Pay homage to parents-in-law

Li Manjun just said this, there is no such business as home loans now, if you want to buy a house, you have to borrow money or pay in full.

If she doesn't have enough strength, she doesn't have to buy it right away, but at this price, she won't stop there and wait for you.

"Forget it, just let it go. What kind of car do you want to buy?" Li Manjun is no longer persistent. He can do whatever he can.

It's just that she just let it happen, and Zhao Yong felt uncomfortable in his heart. He always felt that he had wronged his wife.

"How about we sell the apartment we live in now?" This way we can fill up the vacancies.

Li Manjun quickly put an end to his idea, "No, this set was left to you by your parents, so don't touch it if you can. You can make money slowly."

If she hadn't encountered those three rivals at the end of this year, she wouldn't have been without money for three consecutive months.

Zhao Yong didn't know that her thoughts had drifted away, so he hugged her emotionally and said that he would take her to visit his parents' graves in a while and tell them that he was living a good life now.

When Li Manjun heard what he said, she remembered that she had been married for so long and had never paid homage to her deceased parents-in-law.

There are no photos of the two elders at home, and there is no incense table. She asked Zhao Yong before why he didn't prepare. Zhao Yong smiled bitterly and said: "I didn't find any photos of them."

Not a single one.

"I don't remember what my parents look like." Zhao Yong said helplessly.

Seeing that he was becoming depressed, Li Manjun quickly brought the topic back and asked him what kind of car he wanted to buy.

Zhao Yong had long expected that there were not many choices for hundreds of thousands of dollars, only imported cars.

His business is doing well now, so he needs a car to show off his appearance, and the car is more convenient to use.

Li Manjun didn't understand either, so he asked Zhao Yong to watch it by himself, while she was only responsible for taking the car.

"By the way, since I have a car at home, should I learn to get a driver's license?" Li Manjun asked with a smile.

Zhao Yong was stunned again, "Female driver?"

"What happened to the female driver?" Li Manjun asked in confusion.

Zhao Yong hurriedly said it was nothing. The couple had been married for more than half a year, and he already knew that his wife hated gender discrimination the most, so he did not dare to step on the wrong side. He asked her to tell him when she wanted to learn, and he would choose a reliable driving school for her.

But before going to bed, I still couldn't help but whisper: "I'm driving, and you don't need to drive. Driving is so tiring, why don't you just sit and enjoy it?"

Li Manjun asked back: "Then I can be on call at any time? Can you be my driver at any time without losing your temper?"

Zhao Yong: "Ah this..."

Still arrogant, "I heard that women are prone to car accidents when driving. I don't trust you if you drive yourself..."

"Who said this? Have you done any accurate data survey?" Li Manjun frowned, always feeling like he could be pissed off by the comments of the men around him.

"You were eating with them outside, and you said the same thing about our women?" Li Manjun turned to face him, grabbed him by the collar, and squinted his eyes slightly, pretending to interrogate him.

Zhao Yong helplessly grabbed the interrogating little hand on his collar, "Don't think too much, I never talk about other women, I only say good things to you."

Li Manjun gave him an angry look, with a glib tone.

Zhao Yong's eyes darkened, and he put his long arm around her waist, bringing her close to him, and quickly covered her with the quilt.

Li Manjun's angry voice came from under the covers, "It's too dangerous to leave so much cash at home. Remember to deposit it in the bank tomorrow!"

The man's voice was hoarse and he responded perfunctorily, "I know..."

On the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhao Yong came back with a new car, a brand new black family car.

As soon as I got it, I came to pick up Li Manjun from get off work.

The two of them drove around the city. Li Manjun looked at Zhao Yong's comfortable expression on the steering wheel and was so envious that he held his hands.

She can drive, but she can only drive an automatic, and she doesn't have a driver's license now, so she can only watch.

When the car arrived in front of the house, the neighbors downstairs gathered around. Only Liao Hongwei, whose family worked in the city government, was picked up by a Hongqi car. This was a status symbol, and everyone could only take a look at it from a distance.

Zhao Yong is different. In the eyes of his neighbors, he is just a young man who drives a truck, just like the ordinary people around him.

But he didn't expect that he drove an imported car back without saying anything. How could he not shock everyone?

Then I thought that the freight company run by Zhao Yong was behind the community, and many large trucks had come and gone in the past six months, and I was shocked to realize that driving a truck can now be so profitable.

In the stationery store, Sister-in-law Sun and Brother Sun lamented: "This car costs more than 100,000 yuan. I don't know how long our family will have to save to afford it."

My family owns a stationery store and is considered relatively wealthy in the building, but I can't even imagine a car worth more than RMB 100,000.

Brother Sun was sorting out the notebooks that had been turned over by the guests, "Don't think about it, we will never be able to afford it in our lifetime."

Li Manjun and Zhao Yong happened to walk into the store. Zhao Yong bought cigarettes and candies and planned to distribute them to the neighbors so that everyone could have fun together.

It is a custom here that if any family buys a big item like a color TV or refrigerator, they have to buy some cigarettes and candies to make everyone happy.

Hearing what Brother Sun said, Li Manjun smiled and said: "Brother Sun, in the future our country will develop better and better, our technology will become more powerful, and cars will definitely become cheaper and cheaper."

"It doesn't take a lifetime, just ten or twenty years, and every household will be able to afford a car."

"Oh!" Sister-in-law Sun waved her hands repeatedly, "Every household can buy a car. How is this possible? Then not everyone in our country will become a millionaire."

Li Manjun smiled and gave them the candy without any further explanation, thinking, just wait and see this country become stronger.

The next day, when Li Manjun was resting, Zhao Yong also put his work away from the company. They went to the funeral shop to buy incense candles and paper money, and then went to the flower shop to buy two memorial flower baskets. They drove to Rongcheng Public Offering Mountain to pay their respects.

Zhao Yong’s parents. Reading

The graves of the two elders were moved by Zhao Yong to the countryside in recent years. They chose the best Feng Shui cave and buried the couple together, with the mountains behind them and facing the sea.

The only regret is that I can't find a photo of the two of them, there is only a blank profile picture on the tombstone.

Li Manjun placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, Zhao Yong lit the incense candle and handed it to Li Manjun. The two of them bowed three times to the tombstone and put the incense on it.

Li Manjun said to the tombstone: "Dad, Mom, I am your daughter-in-law Li Manjun. Zhao Yong and I are here to see you."

After saying that, he knelt down and took a bite of his head respectfully.

Zhao Yong didn't expect that she would kneel down, so he couldn't stop her, so he knelt down too, stretched out his hand, and held her hand tightly, with the corners of his eyes turning red.

The wind of the twelfth lunar month made their clothes rustle, but their two burning hearts got closer.

The two of them burned a lot of paper money together. Zhao Yong sat in front of the tombstone and rambled on about everything that had happened at home in the past six months, hoping that his parents would be alive and not worry about him.

It wasn't until the snowstorm came that the two of them went down the mountain and left.

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