"Thank you for letting me know, Sister-in-law Li!"
Jiang Qiu dropped a word and immediately ran away.
After running for a while, I could see a large group of villagers surrounding my house in the distance.
Jiang Qiu's mood suddenly became tense!
Sister! Don’t let anything happen to you!
Forcibly pushing aside the onlookers, Jiang Qiu ran towards home.
"Look, that kid from the Jiang family is back."
"Oh, there's no point in coming back now. These siblings have a hard life. Their parents died together, and now something like this happened again."
"You said this was fine, but why did the house fall down? Could it be that someone was playing tricks on it?"
"Shh! Don't talk nonsense! It has nothing to do with us. Don't harm yourself by talking happily!"
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The words of the surrounding villagers made Jiang Qiu gradually understand what was happening.
Sure enough, after passing through the crowd, I saw that the small bungalow where my parents stayed had turned into ruins.
There are ruins everywhere, and red bricks are scattered all over the ground.
Jiang Qiu was stunned for a moment.
For rural people, a house is more than just a place to shelter from wind and rain.
What carries more is the existence called "home".
Jiang Qiu vaguely remembered playing in the yard with her sister when she was a child, while her father and mother worked in the fields. Then her sister would heat up the cold porridge left over from the day before yesterday in the small bungalow, and then let herself run to the fields to deliver meals to her parents.
After elementary school, his sister and mother would always wait for him to go home at the door. What he remembered most clearly was the threshold outside the bungalow door. Jiang Qiu didn't know how many times he had tripped there.
But now, the place called "home" that carries the memories of childhood... has collapsed.
Only a small corner remains of the threshold.
Jiang Qiu felt lost and had complicated moods.
Then he immediately got out of this state and turned his eyes eagerly to look for something in the ruins.
Where is my sister!?
It's a trivial matter that the house collapsed! If his sister hadn't run out, Jiang Qiu would have hated herself so much for leaving last night!
Just when Jiang Qiu was about to rush directly into the ruins to look for Jiang Qinglian, a voice like a silver bell rang out.
"Aqiu..."
Jiang Qiu suddenly turned around, only to see her sister Jiang Qinglian wearing the clothes he bought for her, standing helplessly beside Liu Hui, with tears in her eyes.
"sister……"
Jiang Qiu felt a little wet in his eyes.
Fortunately...Fortunately, my sister is fine...
Walking forward, Jiang Qiu ignored the gazes of others and hugged Jiang Qinglian tightly in his arms.
Liu Hui looked regretful at the side.
"The house was demolished early in the morning. Fortunately, Qinglian was washing clothes in the yard at that time, otherwise..."
Hearing this, Jiang Qiu's hug became stronger and stronger, as if he was afraid that the person in his arms would leave.
Jiang Qinglian pressed herself against Jiang Qiu's chest and finally couldn't help crying.
She almost thought she would never see Jiang Qiu again.
"Aqiu...our home...is gone..."
Jiang Qinglian almost choked up and sobbed when she said these words.
The small bungalow not only carries Jiang Qiu’s memories!
After junior high school, Jiang Qiu basically lived on campus and only went home during winter and summer vacations.
But Jiang Qinglian was different. She had grown up in this small bungalow. It could be said that after her parents passed away, the bungalow and Jiang Qiu were all she had.
Jiang Qiu's eyes were a little wet and red, and she gently patted Jiang Qinglian's weak back and said softly.
"It's okay, it's okay. If the house falls down, we'll just build it again."
"As long as everything is fine, as long as you are here and I am here, wherever we go, that is home."
"And now that I have made money, it will not be difficult to build another house for us to share. What do you think of building a small foreign-style house? One with a yard."
"Xiaojiang, Qinglian, you can come and stay at my house first. My house is quite spacious."
Liu Hui spoke softly from the side.
Jiang Qiu forced a smile and nodded.
"That would be troublesome."
I had no choice but to stay at Liu Hui's house for a while and make plans after the new house was built.
For a long time, Jiang Qiu and Jiang Qinglian walked around the ruins, looking for small items that were reluctant to be discarded.
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It wasn't until lunch time that Jiang Qiu knocked on the door of a house in the village.
The person who opened the door was a middle-aged uncle who looked older, with traces of wind and frost on his hands and face.
Jiang Qiu said straight to the point.
"Uncle Wang, I want to build a house with you."
The man in front of me was Wang Chong, who was engaged in construction work in Wanglong Village. Almost 80% of the houses in Wanglong Village were built by him.
Wang Chongxi suddenly said after learning Jiang Qiu's intention.
"Oh~ You are Xiao Jiang from the east side of the village. I was also there when you came back. This accident was too sudden. It is indeed a pity."
"Wait a moment. I have an atlas in my hand. There are various styles of houses on it. Which one looks good to you? Let's discuss it later."
Jiang Qiu nodded.
After a while, Wang Chongxi came out with a book that was more than a palm thick, opened the first page and put it in Jiang Qiu's hand.
"Look, all the houses here can be built. There is time and money required for construction. Which one do you think is suitable?"
Jiang Qiu flipped through the album until he reached the end, Jiang Qiu wondered.
"Uncle Wang, why are they all bungalows? Are there no bungalows?"
As soon as he said this, Wang Chongxi's action of picking up rice became sluggish for a moment, with a grain of rice stuck to the corner of his mouth, and he said in shock.
"Bungalow!?"
"You want to build a bungalow?"
Jiang Qiu nodded naturally.
"Of course, I came to you to build a bungalow."
Wang Chong coughed a few times and his expression became a little strange.
"You...just wait for me and I'll get it."
After a while, Wang Chongxi ran out happily again holding a booklet.
"Look, these are all bungalows with more than two floors."
"The people who usually come to me to build houses are from all over the country. Every family only has tens of thousands of yuan to build a bungalow. I thought you would also..."
"Haha, Xiao Jiang, Uncle Wang has to remind you that even if this bungalow is the cheapest, it will cost at least hundreds of thousands for one set!"
"you sure……"
Having said this, Wang Chongxi said no more.
Jiang Qiu smiled and nodded.
"Don't worry, Uncle Wang, the money is definitely enough."
Hearing this, Wang Chong couldn't help but smacked his lips with joy.
Everyone said that Xiao Jiang was a loser. He just graduated from college and came back to the countryside after he couldn't survive in the city.
But now it seems that the waste can be used to build a bungalow worth hundreds of thousands in one go?
Xiaojiang is not simple!
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Jiang Qiu held the album and looked around. He even took a few photos and sent them to Jiang Qinglian. Finally, he decided to build the most fashionable French-style mansion in the countryside. It is said that only the village chief Zhang Youfu in the whole village had the money to build this.