Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 264 30 Years Hexi

According to the news sent by Yang Yahui, Jian Anran found the entrance of the building from the back of the building. The cramped and narrow iron gate can only barely allow two people to pass by at the same time. Judging from the steaming teacups on the table, there should probably be security guards here.

On both sides of the dark corridor, there are rusty green iron doors, some houses have Spring Festival couplets pasted on them, and the shoes at the door are randomly placed.

Walking through the long corridor, the elevator was at the corner at the end, and 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.

The address posted by Yang Yahui is on the eleventh floor, which is also the second-to-last floor of this building. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, Jian Anran felt a sweltering heat blowing towards her face.

Even in March, she couldn't imagine what it would be like to live in this place in summer.

Along the dark corridor, Jian Anran couldn't see the road under her feet clearly for a while, so she had to turn on the flashlight of her mobile phone to identify the room numbers of each room.

Probably the apartment's kitchen had windows facing the corridor, and she could smell a smell of oily smoke from a distance. Following the direction of the smell, her eyes quickly locked on the door of an apartment.

This room is the only one with a shoe rack at the door, and a floor mat in front of the door with a pair of flip-flops on it.

Jian Anran recognized this pair of flip flops. In the past, her mother Yang Yahui would wear these flip flops downstairs to throw out trash at night.

Yang Yahui, who is a little cleanliness, does not allow garbage to stay at home overnight, and she insists on throwing the garbage to the end even after she has cleaned up her things.

Therefore, although they have lived in the previous house for more than ten years, the state of the house is still very well maintained. Jane Anran has not seen a single cockroach or mouse for so many years——

This is a rare thing in a Southern house.

After groping for a long time, Jian Anran didn't see the doorbell by the door, so she reached out and knocked lightly.

The sound of cooking in the kitchen overwhelmed her knock on the door. Seeing that no one had answered the door for a long time, Jian Anran hesitated for a moment, but reached out and slapped the door hard with the palm of her hand twice.

"Here we come!" It was Jian Anjie's voice.

Soon the rusty green iron door was opened with a small gap, and Jian Anjie revealed half of his eyes through the gap, and saw that the person standing outside the door was Jian An, and then finally smiled, and opened the door completely. .

"Sister, you are here!"

Jian Anran let out a "hmm" first, took off her shoes on the floor mat at the door, and walked directly into the room wearing socks.

"Mom brought your slippers here." Seeing that, Jian Anjie picked up the pink slippers that Jian Anran wore at home from the shoe rack next to her.

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 in the apartment is very small, and the structure of the entire apartment can be seen at a glance.

A small, square room that looks about [-] square meters. On the left of the entrance is the kitchen, and on the right is a toilet with a window facing the corridor. Probably because there has been no ventilation for many years, there are even growths in the corner of the toilet. There was mold.

"Mom." She called out to the busy figure in the kitchen.

Suddenly noticing someone behind her, Yang Yahui turned around and was stunned for a moment when she saw Jian Anran, then wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, and grinned, "You're here."

When they saw her, they all said "you are here" and no longer "you are back". Only at this time did Jian Anran really wake up——

The home that carried her 20 years of memories is really gone.

Yang Yahui's lips turned white, "Go and sit on the sofa first, I'll be fine soon."

Walking into the room, there is a dining table with two sides against the wall. Judging from the books still open on the table, this is probably Jane Anjie's desk.

Next to the table is a small two-seater sofa, facing a monitor-sized television on the wall.

There is only one bed in the room, and next to the bed is the glass door of the balcony, where Yang Yahui and Jian Anjie's clothes are hanging to dry.

Jian Anran was a little surprised, she turned her head and looked at Jian Anjie, "Are you sleeping with your mother?"

"No," Jian Anjie stepped forward and patted the sofa, "This is a small bed when spread out, and I usually sleep here."

Probably because Jane Anran was coming, the sofa bed was temporarily put away, and the quilt on it was randomly placed on the bed beside it.

Jian Anjie had always been round and round, and her stature was considered average among her peers. She didn't know if it was her own illusion or what, but Jian Anran suddenly felt that his cheeks seemed to have lost a little weight.

His eyes didn't know if he was dodging or something, he seemed to have lost all light, and he stood stiffly at the place where the door came in, a little shy.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, so you're shy?" Jian Anran deliberately joked.

Jian Anjie came over immediately and sat down on the sofa, "Nothing."

Looking around, except for a small two-door wardrobe, there is almost no storage space, Jian Anran immediately asked: "Where is your computer? And where are the xbox?"

Jian Anjie hesitated for a moment before she said slowly, "At my aunt's house."

"There are a lot of things that can't be put here, and my mother moved all the things she wanted to keep to my aunt's house."

Jian Anjie thought for a while, and then immediately added: "Mom didn't lose everything in your room. She bought more than a dozen boxes and packed them all. It's in the attic of my aunt's house."

Unknowingly, Jian Anran suddenly felt that her eyes were sour, 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 when she turned her back.

During the time she was away from home, what Yang Yahui experienced was something that Jian Anran could not imagine.

Probably because she was afraid that she would quarrel with Jian Shaobo again, Yang Yahui never said a word from the time the house was auctioned, to packing up, and now moving to this small apartment.

"How long have you moved here?" Jane Anran asked.

Jian Anjie thought for a while, "Not long, less than half a month."

"Then what should you do when you go to school?" It's far away from Jian Anjie's school.

Jian Anjie glanced at Yang Yahui's back in the kitchen, and deliberately lowered her voice, "I went out at six o'clock, took the bus an hour and a half earlier, and arrived at school almost in time for the morning reading at 07:30."

"Don't tell your mother about it. I told her that there is a bus line going to the school, and it will take less than four or ten minutes."

When Jian Anran heard this answer, she was a little surprised.

In her cognition, Jian Anjie has always been a spoiled child who does not eat the fireworks of the world. If she saw that Jian Anjie was even thinking of others now, she might not be able to help asking:
"Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)