According to the news sent by Yang Yahui, Jian Anran found the entrance to the building from the back of the building. The narrow iron gate could only barely allow two people to pass by at the same time. There was an iron sheet covered with billboards inside the iron gate.
Judging from the steaming tea cups on the wooden table, there must be security guards stationed here.
On both sides of the dark corridor are rusty green iron doors. Several households still have Spring Festival couplets posted on them, and shoes are placed randomly at the door.
After walking through the long corridor, the elevator was at the end of the corner. The elevator floors on the display screen jumped extremely slowly. Jian Anran felt as if she had been waiting for this elevator for a lifetime.
Yang Yahuifa's address was on the eleventh floor, which was also the penultimate floor of the building. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, Jian Anran felt a sultry breath blowing against her face.
Even if it was like this in March, she couldn't imagine what it would be like to live in this place in the summer.
Along the dark corridor, Jian Anran couldn't see the path under her feet for a while, but she still turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone to identify the room numbers one by one.
It was probably because the kitchens of the apartments all had windows opening into the corridor. She could smell a lingering smell of oil smoke from afar. Following the direction of the smell, her eyes quickly locked in front of an apartment door.
This room is the only one with a shoe rack at the door. There is also a floor mat in front of the door with a pair of flip-flops placed on it.
Jian Anran recognized this pair of flip-flops. Her mother, Yang Yahui, used to wear these flip-flops when she went downstairs to throw away the trash at night.
Yang Yahui, who is a bit of a germaphobe, does not allow garbage to stay at home overnight. After cleaning up, she insists on throwing the garbage to the end no matter how late it is.
Therefore, although they have lived in their previous house for more than ten years, the house is still in excellent condition. Jian Anran has not seen a cockroach or mouse in so many years——
This is a rare thing in southern houses.
After groping for a long time, Jian Anran didn't see the doorbell by the door, so she stretched out her hand and knocked gently on the door.
The sound of cooking in the kitchen drowned out her knock on the door. Seeing that no one answered the door for a long time, Jian Anran hesitated for a moment before reaching out and slamming the door twice with the palm of her hand.
"Coming!" It was Jian Anjie's voice.
Soon the rusty green iron door opened a small crack, and Jian Anjie exposed half of his eyes through the crack. He saw that the person standing outside the door was Jian An, and then he finally smiled and opened the door completely.
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"Sister, you are here!"
Jian Anran said "hmm" first, took off her shoes on the floor mat at the door, put on her socks and walked directly into the room.
"Mom brought your slippers here." Jian Anjie saw it and immediately picked up the pink slippers that Jian Anran wore at home from the shoe rack nearby.
There was a slight feeling of being touched in her heart, and Jian Anran didn't know how to describe this feeling in words.
The space inside the apartment is very small, and you can see the entire structure of the apartment at a glance.
It was a small, square room that looked about thirty square meters. To the left of the entrance was the kitchen, and to the right was a toilet with a window that opened toward the corridor. Probably because there had been no ventilation for many years, there had even been growths in the corner of the toilet.
There is mold.
"Mom." She shouted towards the busy figure in the kitchen.
Suddenly she realized there was someone behind her. Yang Yahui turned around and was stunned for a moment when she saw Jian Anran. Then she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and grinned, "You're here."
When they saw her, they all said "You're here", not "You're back" anymore. Only then did Jian Anran truly wake up——
The home that carried her memories for twenty years is really gone.
Yang Yahui's lips turned white, "You go and sit on the sofa first. I'm almost ready."
When you walk into the room, you first see a dining table with two sides against the wall. Judging from the open books on the table, this is probably Jian Anjie's desk.
Next to the table is a small two-seater sofa, and a TV the size of a display screen is hung on the wall facing it.
There is only one bed in the house, and next to the bed is the glass door of the balcony. The balcony is full of Yang Yahui and Jian Anjie's clothes.
Jian Anran was a little surprised, and turned back to look at Jian Anjie, "You sleep with your mother?"
"No," Jian Anjie stepped forward and patted the sofa, "This is a small bed when it is spread out. I usually sleep here."
Probably because Jian Anran was coming, the sofa bed was temporarily put away, and the quilt on it was placed casually on the bed beside it.
Jian Anjie has always been round and round, and his height is average among his peers. I don't know if it was his own illusion or something, but Jian Anran suddenly felt that his cheeks seemed to have lost a little weight.
I don't know if his eyes were dodging or something, but he suddenly seemed to have lost all his light, and he stood stiffly at the entrance, a little awkward.
"You haven't seen me for a long time, so you're shy?" Jian Anran deliberately joked.
Jian Anjie came over immediately and sat down on the sofa, "No."
Looking around, there was almost no storage space except for a small two-door wardrobe. Jian Anran immediately asked: "Where is your computer? Where are the xboxes?"
Jian Anjie hesitated for a moment, then slowly said: "At my aunt's house."
"A lot of things can't fit here. Mom moved all the things she wanted to keep to my aunt's house."
Jian Anjie thought for a while and then immediately added: "My mother didn't throw away anything in your room. She bought a dozen boxes and packed them all, and they are in the attic of my aunt's house."
Unknowingly, Jian Anran suddenly felt that her eyes were sore, and her tears were not as good as her own.
Pretending to be looking at something on the balcony, she quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she turned her back.
What Yang Yahui experienced during the time she left home was something Jian Anran could not imagine.
Probably because she was afraid that she would quarrel with Jian Shaobo again, Yang Yahui didn't say a word from the time her house was auctioned, to packing her things, and now to moving into this small apartment.
"How long have you moved here?" Jian Anran asked.
Jian Anjie thought for a while and said, "Not long, less than half a month."
"Then what will you do when you go to school?" This place is far away from Jian Anjie's school.
Jian Anjie glanced at Yang Yahui's back in the kitchen and lowered her voice, "I went out at six o'clock. I took the bus an hour and a half early. I can almost make it to school in time for my morning reading at 7:30."
"Don't tell your mother. I told her that there is a dedicated bus line to school and it will be there in less than forty minutes."
When she heard this answer, Jian Anran was a little surprised.
In her perception, Jian Anjie has always been a spoiled child who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world. If she had seen that Jian Anjie was still considerate of others now, she might not be able to help but ask: "Who are you?"