"Hi~ Do you like it?" Li Ruizhi deliberately prolonged his voice, winked at Li Rong, and joked about Zhao Qingsong, "Brother-in-law, I like it too, buy me a set too?"
The pink bubbles that had just popped up in Li Rong were all popped by Li Ruizhi. She said to Li Ruizhi expressionlessly: "It's a daydream."
When she opened the door, Li Rong glanced at Li Ruizhi: "Also, this house is rented, so don't talk nonsense."
"Okay," Li Ruizhi waved his hand, "It's okay to fool my parents, but don't hide it from me. Besides, it was me who helped my brother-in-law find this house."
Li Rong curled her lips and didn't want to speak. Li Ruizhi was two or three years older than her, but sometimes he looked childish, while Li Rong looked more like an older sister.
The door is thick and heavy. When you push it open, you will find the porch, and when you walk in, you will find the patio.
The yard seemed to have been cleaned, and only a well and a few muddy areas were visible.
The main house is the house on the north side, which has three rooms, which is larger. The south side also has three rooms, and there are two rooms on the east and west sides, which are not that big.
There are ten rooms in total, and one room must be reserved for the kitchen and utility room.
The room is not empty, there are many things that should be there, such as table, chairs and bed.
After shopping around, Li Rong was so happy that she had a house.
Or a courtyard house.
It's actually a courtyard house.
After twenty or thirty years, when the housing prices here increase, Li Rong will be a multi-millionaire!
"How was it? Do you like it?" Zhao Qingsong asked again.
Li Rong said she liked it, her eyes seemed to be filled with stars, shining brightly, and she looked at Zhao Qingsong with a smile.
Zhao Qingsong looked at her bright face, his heart felt warm, and he wanted to hold her and kiss her. Unfortunately, Li Ruizhi was beside him, and Zhao Qingsong suddenly disliked this brother-in-law, who was too much of a bother.
While Li Ruizhi was holding the little guy, he quickly lowered his head and kissed Li Rong: "As long as you like her."
Zhao Qingsong didn't want to sleep with Li Rong in the same bed that others had slept on. This mysophobia matched Li Rong's. Zhao Qingsong decided to go back to Li's house to stay for another two days. He asked Li Rong if he wanted to go back to school or go back to Li's house together.
"Let's go back together. We'll go back to school tomorrow and live in school again," Li Rong said. "When you finish the house, pick me up at school."
The next day, Li Ruizhi was called away by his comrades and did not go to school with them.
Zhao Qingsong and the little guy sent Li Rong to school, but did not go in at the door.
The little guy didn't know that he wouldn't be able to see Li Rong for at least several days. When Zhao Qingsong asked him to say goodbye to his mother, the little guy pursed his lips and asked, "Where is mom going?"
"Mom, go to class." Li Rong was also very reluctant to let them go. She lowered her head and kissed the little one in Zhao Qingsong's arms.
"An'an, don't separate from your mother!" The little guy reached out and grabbed Li Rong, trying to stop crying.
Zhao Qingsong held his hand and lifted it up: "Okay, okay, I'll see mom again soon."
That being said, Li Rong knew that she wouldn't be able to see the little guy for several days. Her eyes were a little red because except for the time when the little guy had a fever during confinement, she had never been separated from the little guy or a man.
But she knew very well that she couldn't take them to the dormitory, so she could only hope that Zhao Qingsong would decorate the room as soon as possible.
No matter how well-behaved the little guy is, he is still a child after all. He watched Li Rong's back disappear until he disappeared. Tears rolled down his face and he started crying: "Mom~"
"Why are you crying?" Zhao Qingsong also felt uncomfortable, but he could only coax the little guy and not let Li Rong worry.
After talking for a long time, the little guy understood that Li Rong had just gone to school and would see him soon, and promised to take him to buy grapes. The little guy was coaxed, his nose was twitching, and he rubbed Zhao Qingsong's neck.
Hug him very tightly.
Zhao Qingsong was very willing to give up on the little guy. He bought several kinds of grapes because his son loved to eat them.
After returning to Li's house and showing the little guy to Mother Li, Zhao Qingsong went out without stopping.
"Ouch, your dad is so kind to you, buying so many grapes," Mother Li's eyes widened with a smile. At her age, she can't tell how accurate she is at judging people, but she can also tell that Zhao Qingsong is a good person and can
When she earns money, she is willing to give flowers to Li Rong and her son.
When Li Ruizhi came back from outside and heard her talking, he laughed and said nothing. He thought that if Li's mother knew that Zhao Qingsong spent tens of thousands to buy a house for Li Rong, she might be so happy that she could not find her.
There were actually no classes on the first day. The main thing was a class meeting in the morning, where I wanted to recognize the people in the class.
At this time, there was no guidance counselor. The class teacher’s surname was Zhou. He was afraid that the students would be embarrassed, so he introduced himself first: “Hello, comrades, my name is Zhou Runhua. After so many years, I finally waited for the college entrance examination to resume. Can I
Meeting you all at Tsingta University shows that you are all outstanding talents.
I am honored to meet you and be your class teacher in the first year of the resumption of the college entrance examination. I hope you will treat me as a friend more than a teacher. I hope that in the next four years, we will make progress together and strive to become knowledgeable people.
, a young man with ideals and ambitions.”
There was a burst of warm applause in the classroom.
Li Rong cheered unconsciously, as if she had returned to the passionate age of eighteen.
Zhou Runhua smiled and asked, "I've finished the introduction. Next, it's your turn." He scanned the circle and asked, "Who comes first?"
Probably out of embarrassment, everyone caught by his gaze subconsciously avoided their gaze.
Li Rong thought about it and decided not to be the first one. She had already planned her college career and did not want to be a class leader. It was best to lower her sense of existence. She just wanted to be safe and stable.
After reading, you will also prepare the foundation for starting a business after graduation.
But there are always people who like to be in the limelight.
A girl wearing a white shirt and black trousers raised her hand: "I'll do it."
The girl wears a high ponytail, revealing a high and wide forehead, the ends of her eyes are slightly raised, and the distance between her eyes is very wide, which makes her look fierce.
Her face was also very serious, like a dean's, and her voice was a little hoarse, which could not be said to be nice, but it was very recognizable.
After listening to her introduce herself and talk about a bunch of famous people's thoughts, Li Rong felt like she was listening to her reciting politics. Is it necessary to recite these when introducing herself?
The girl's name was Xu Jing, from the next province. When she finally finished speaking, her classmates didn't react, and she looked at a loss. She bowed and walked down. The class teacher took her away and applauded, and only sparse applause broke out in the classroom.
Son.
After the first one, the second one was not as easy as Li Rong imagined.
Zhou Runhua smiled and encouraged them to come up and make introductions.
Shen Ruoning raised his hand.
She is still dressed so fashionably. The white shirt and red skirt she wore today, paired with her curly hair, are elegant yet playful.
She did not memorize any political thoughts, she said her name, said she knew about the resumption of college entrance examination and returned from overseas, and finally expressed her determination to become a pillar of the country and contribute to the development of the motherland.