Hearing the doorbell ringing, Jian Shaobo's first reaction was not to open the door, but to hide two steps inside. He raised his eyes to Yang Yahui and motioned for her to open the door.
Jian Anran suddenly realized that she had never seen Jian Shaobo do such a small thing as opening the door. Even when the family ordered takeout together, he would stand beside him with his hands on his hips, waiting for Jian Anran to unpack the boxes one by one.
He even had to bring his own bowls and chopsticks before he would sit down and eat.
Yang Yahui didn't say anything, and walked straight to the door. She hesitated when she opened the door, and cast a look at Jian Anran for help.
Quickly walking forward, Jian Anran glanced at the door through the transparent security door, and saw a few people wearing unknown uniforms standing at the door holding a pile of documents.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Jian Anran asked.
A lady in the lead stood up and said, "Hello, I am from the Luojiang City People's Court. We have brought some documents this time. Please open the door."
Between doubts and doubts, Jian Anran decided to open the door.
The few people outside did not come in immediately. They stood at the door and hesitated for a while, then asked politely: "Are Mr. Jian Shaobo and Ms. Yang Yahui, the heads of household, here?"
When Yang Yahui heard this, she took a step forward and gestured to Jian Shaobo behind her, "Everyone is here."
"Come in and talk."
Several people at the door wanted to refuse, but Yang Yahui said again: "The door is not convenient, come in."
The few of them glanced at each other, walked in together, and crowded in the entrance hall without taking another step forward.
"That's it." The leading lady took out a document from her arms and handed it to Yang Yahui, "We originally wanted to call you two, but we only left Mr. Jian Shaobo's phone number there. Is the phone number there?
Have you used it? Our colleagues contacted us several times but were unable to get in touch."
After saying that, he glanced at Jian Shaobo. His face was a little ugly, and he immediately avoided looking and did not answer.
"We happened to pass by when we were returning to the office from a business trip, so we brought the documents with us," the other party continued. "We have already delivered the notification letter according to the specified time, and the system has also shown a signature."
"Now that the stipulated time has come, and you haven't been able to repay the payment, the plaintiff still insists on the original appeal, and your house will be auctioned in accordance with the regulations."
Yang Yahui's legs felt weak for a moment, "Auction?"
"Yes," the other party nodded, "the house proceeds from the auction will first pay off the remaining part of the bank mortgage, because it is a personal loan. At that time, Ms. Yang Yahui, you can share half of the remaining house payment and the rest.
It will be allocated to the plaintiff."
"In addition to delivering this notification document this time, we also want to tell you, Ms. Yang Yahui, that because this is your common property, you will have the first right to purchase it when the time comes. If you intend to buy back this house,
A paper application needs to be submitted to our court in advance.”
After telling Yang Yahui all the details, several staff members left.
The moment the door closed, the three of them were silent for a long time.
She knew the house would be auctioned, but Yang Yahui thought it could be delayed for a while.
Thinking that her only house was about to be auctioned off, she felt that her future was dark. Seeing Jian Shaobo's dirty look, Yang Yahui really couldn't get any brighter.
"What should I do?" Yang Yahui turned around and glanced coldly.
Jian Shaobo then raised his chin and asked, "Let her buy it?"
"Who?" Jian Anran pointed to herself, "Me?"
Jian Shaobo's tone was extremely impatient, "Who else can there be? Your parents and your brothers still have to live here. If you don't buy it, do you really want to see our family sleep on the street?"
Jian Anran quickly stopped: "Wait!"
"Not to mention whether I have the ability to buy a house casually, you just cut off ties with me, why are you asking me to buy it for you to live in now? Is it necessary for me, an outsider?"
Jian Shaobo suppressed his anger and said, "Don't push yourself too far. What are you pretending to do? Let Wen Siheng do it."
"Should I ask Wen Siheng to give it?" Jian Anran was very open-minded when she heard that, "For so many years, my mother asked you for living expenses and you kept it, but now you ask me to go to other people's homes and pretend to be the uncle, and give them money when they ask for it.
?"
She added specifically: "Do you think everyone is as stupid as my mother? Just believe others casually?"
The quarrel had been going on since she came back, and Jian Anran suddenly regretted her decision to go home.
She knew very well that her mother, Yang Yahui, was a person with no independent opinions and did not have the courage to step out of her comfort zone. She had always received the most traditional education, upheld the most traditional ideas, and had always lived the same life.
A life where the husband is the heaven.
No matter how much she tried to persuade her, Yang Yahui still insisted on staying, and Jian Anran decided to run far away from all this.
She even thought for a time that she was a little heartless in doing so, but there were too many things backlogged at the same time, and she really couldn't reverse the collapse of the sky by herself.
Escape has always been one of her ways of dealing with problems.
Glancing at Yang Yahui, Jian Anran hesitated to speak, but finally picked up her bag.
"I'm leaving."
Before she could react, Jian Anran had already closed the door.
All that was left for Yang Yahui and Jian Shaobo was that the security door slammed shut, and Jian Anran gradually disappeared from the corridor.
……
After school started, it seemed that she had temporarily returned to a peaceful life. There was no news about Jian Anran's family affairs. She didn't know what happened to them, and she was not willing to know what happened to them.
When she received a call from Yang Yahui again, she was still crying on the other end of the receiver.
She originally thought that Yang Yahui's tears had dried up long ago. Even Yang Yahui herself thought so. None of them could have imagined that Jian Shaobo would lower their lower limit again and again.
"An Ran, I rented a house outside. Today I'm taking turns to cook some dishes at home. You can come and eat together."
Just when Jian Anran was about to refuse, she heard the other end of the phone add, "Your dad isn't here, he won't be here, so just come."
Yang Yahui's voice on the phone was very hoarse. Jian Anran hesitated again and again, but finally failed to offend Yang Yahui and took a taxi to the address she sent.
The location of that place is extremely remote, even outside the subway lines and some distance from the bus station.
The place Yang Yahui rents is in a mid-to-high-rise self-built house built in the late 1990s in the development zone. The rooms are all single rooms converted into rental houses for workers in the development zone. The roads nearby are dusty and garbage is everywhere.
The car brought quite a visual shock to Jian Anran.
