Zhang Fan followed the familiar route to the community where his home was. The community was newly built and there were piles of abandoned building materials next to the gate.

Zhang Fan clearly remembered that his family moved from his original old house to his current new home before the Chinese New Year. He was happy for a long time at that time.

Because I finally don’t have to climb the stairs in the dark, but I can take the elevator directly to the doorstep.

Also, I could complain to the classmates around me helplessly. "The elevator in the community broke down again in the morning, which made me walk down from the 12th floor and almost arrived late."

In Guangming City in 2008, elevators were only available in high-end communities, and more ordinary families lived in staircase rooms.

Zhang Fan’s family’s conditions are that they are not as good as the top and more than the bottom.

In addition, the developer is the parent of the mother's student, so the house was purchased at an internal price.

For this reason, Lu Jing also deliberately mocked Zhang Youwei for a few words.

"After all, you are a deputy section chief. The house assigned by the unit does not have your quota. In the end, it depends on me. Isn't the elevator house built by my student's home much better than the staircase house assigned by your unit?"

Zhang Youwei often lit a cigarette and whispered: "It's not that I didn't give money! What's the difference between buying a house with money?"

When Lu Jing saw that her husband was unwilling to give in, she gave him a blank look and his voice became louder. "Can it be the same? It's tens of thousands of yuan cheaper."

The current average house price in Guangming City is still hovering around 2,000 yuan. The takeaway price of Zhang Fan’s house was around 3,500 yuan, and his family bought it for 3,000 yuan.

Later, the house decoration was also done by Zhang Fan's mother's parents, and Zhang Youwei couldn't speak in front of Lu Jing.

Sometimes I would sit alone on the sofa and hum in a low voice: "Everyone in the world says it's better to be an official, but I think it's better to be a teacher than to be a teacher."

I don't sing well and don't rhyme.

After seeing Zhang Fan looking at him, he quickly coughed, cleared his throat and asked, "Has the homework been done?"

Zhang Fan walked towards the water dispenser and replied in a low voice: "I drink water."

Zhang Youwei stopped talking at this time and continued to watch the "News Broadcast" that was being played on TV.

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Zhang Fan stood quietly in front of his security door, stroked the Spring Festival couplets on both sides of the door frame with his fingers, and finally stayed on the inverted "Fu" word in the center of the door. What he could hear in his ear was that unique broadcasting cavity.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan took out the key from his pocket and opened his door.

As expected, his father Zhang Youwei sat on the sofa with his legs raised, and an ashtray was placed on the coffee table in front of him.

Maybe I heard the sound of the door opening and was looking at the door at this moment.

Seeing his son's body soaked, Zhang Youwei looked at the red umbrella he was holding again, frowned and asked, "Why are you still soaking like this when you carry an umbrella?"

Zhang Fan looked at his father, who was still black-haired, and had a smile on his face and explained in a low voice: "This umbrella was lent to me by an acquaintance on the way home."

Zhang Youwei looked at the smile on his son's face, then looked at the red umbrella in his hand, and then looked at Zhang Fan again.

While sighing in his heart that his pigs began to want to give cabbage, he said to Zhang Fan in a serious tone: "Don't smirk, hurry up and take a hot bath in the bathroom. It's not good if you catch a cold."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to Zhang Fan to reach out to him. "Give me the umbrella and I'll help you put it on the balcony to dry it."

After seeing Zhang Fan's reluctant look, he said, "Don't worry, it won't be broken."

This reunion made Zhang Fan's thoughts and movements slow down.

The father in front of him is a real existence, not a cold photo and gradually blurred memory.

Time slowed down again in his perception, and he walked...she...she...she walked, as if he was frozen.

After handing the umbrella to his father, his fingertips touched the back of his hand and felt the warm feeling from his skin.

It melted from the moment it was frozen and began to return to normal.

Tick ​​to move forward.

Zhang Youwei looked at his son's cautious appearance, patted his head and said angrily: "What's there to be reluctant to let go? You won't think about holding it to sleep today!"

Zhang Fan glanced at his father and complained in his heart: "What are you thinking? Just now I just wanted to take the opportunity to touch your hand."

The daughter is the father’s lover in his previous life, and what is the son in his previous life?

It seems that no one can give an accurate answer to this question in a long time.

After handing the umbrella to his father, Zhang Fan returned to his room and quickly took off his clothes.

God knows how he spent the whole journey. The quality of the school uniform of No. 3 Middle School is not very good, and it feels a bit uncomfortable to stick to it.

"If I had known, I wouldn't pretend to be a literary youth. After thinking for a long time, I still have to live my life day by day. It would be better to go home early."

Zhang Fan lay in the bathtub, his body slowly slid down the smooth bathtub wall, and finally all of them were immersed in the warm water.

But within a few seconds his head leaped out like a whale, and he pretended to choke again.

While leaning on the bathtub wall, spitting at the blue tiles, he shook his head hard, and the blue hint just appeared in his mind.

The next second it turned into Zhu Weiyang again, and finally into Li Wanran.

"It seems that I am a pervert." Zhang Fan sighed weakly.

He never expected that he remembered this memory so clearly. In the end, he could only attribute it to Zhang Fan, who is now fifteen years old.

"I am Zhang Fan, who is fifteen years old now. He should not be so energetic all day long, but should be full of vitality."

After rinsing his body again, Zhang Fan also put the water in the bathtub.

If his mother Lu Jing knew that he was taking a bath in the bathtub, she would definitely deal with him and said that he didn't know how to save money.

After using a hairdryer to dry the wet hair, Zhang Fan picked a white long-sleeved T-shirt and light gray casual pants from the closet to wear it.

Looking at the beautiful boy with a jade-like face in the mirror, Zhang Fan shook his head, tidied his hair with his fingers, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I finally changed back to what I used to be and became a handsome guy who looks better than Pan An."

When he turned around and left, Zhang Fan never felt that he had ever been as refreshed and energetic as he was now.

Isn't it?

The system's number has jumped to 25,000.

What's this?

He was actually wasting his time just now, but he could still make money with his eyes closed.

This is something that many people dream of!

There is a saying that goes. "Time is money."

Zhang Fan once thought this was a chicken soup article, but now he deeply agrees with it. He himself is an example.

Zhang Fan, who was already a household in 10,000 yuan, came to the living room. After seeing his father Zhang Youwei sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and watching "Focus Interview", he couldn't help but ask, "Dad, don't you cook?"

Zhang Fan has not eaten after he is reborn, and now his stomach is "gurgling" protesting.

Zhang Youwei looked at Zhang Fan deeply. "You have been taking a bath for a long time."

Zhang Fan smiled embarrassedly. "Soak in the bathtub for a while."

Zhang Youwei immediately adjusted his body and taught Zhang Fan a lesson in a serious tone: "I have told you many times to save water. Do you think my mother's words are in your ears?"

Zhang Fan sniffed and he smelled the smell of egg soup.

He turned around and looked at his mother Lu Jing who had just walked out of the kitchen, wiped her apron with her hands, and was about to speak.

I couldn't help laughing and said softly: "Mom, the egg soup you made is still so fragrant."

Lu Jing looked into her son's eyes, and she saw that she liked him for a long time, not hated him.

That was seen in the eyes of her son who was still in elementary school a long time ago.

Later, as Zhang Fan grew older, he became rebellious about his strict education, and he rarely said anything after the mother and son met.

Lu Jing knew that this was the so-called generation gap and estrangement, but as a teacher, she could not get rid of it.

She knew the truth, but she didn't know how to do it.

And now, the deep groove between me and my son seemed to suddenly stop existing, and never before.

Lu Jing wiped her hands on the apron again, and said to Zhang Fan with a smile: "Go and wash your hands and have a meal! Mom knows that you like to make soup rice, so she specially made egg and tomato soup."

Zhang Youwei also stood up and prepared to open a bottle of white wine.

He was in a good mood today and wanted to have a drink.

Zhang Fan and his family had a simple and warm dinner.

Among hundreds of thousands of families in Guangming City, this is an insignificant meal.

However, for Zhang Fan's family, it was indeed a very meaningful meal.

Zhang Fan had dinner with his parents for a long time.

The heavy rain stopped. Jiang Lanqing listened to the quarrels coming from the living room and brought his headphones to start doing his homework.

Bai Xue followed her mother on the sofa, looked at the dining table full of food, and then looked at the closed security door.

Guangming City is a city with a population of over one million, and how many people want to have a warm supper.

Zhang Fan didn't know all this. After dinner, he returned to his room, locked the door, and carefully studied his own system.

Looking at the "withdrawal" button on the translucent screen in front of him, Zhang Fan got up and pulled the curtains up, then entered the number "10000" and clicked.

A stack of hundreds of yuan bills appeared on his bed out of thin air.
Chapter completed!