My Goddess is a Cat

　　While waiting for the bus outside, the little girl did not chase it out.

Tang An couldn't help thinking, maybe next time he comes, the cat will not show up again, it should be kept at home by this little girl...I don't know why this cat stayed here for more than three months. And this little girl was able to find a cat here, which is pretty amazing.

　　 Touched his face, Tang An was a little depressed, but forget it, he was a generous person, not to mention that the other party was just a little girl. Since he didn't plan to care about it, he wouldn't care about it anymore.

　　 An old man got in the car, Tang An stood up and gave up his seat. The old man praised Tang An for being a good guy, and Tang An smiled slightly and said that he was about to get out of the car.

Tang An got off the bus at the next station, walked a few steps forward, and walked in along the fence covered with vines. This is an alley covered with bluestones, with antique window lattices and high raised cornices. The unique temperament, hidden in the modern city, makes people suddenly enter the pure ancient town in a trance.

　　 Tang An walked to a courtyard, opened the door, looked at the shiny knocker, and walked in for a moment.

This is Tang An’s home. I have lived here since I was a child. It is also the only inheritance my mother left to me. In the city center of Zhonghai, where the land is so rich, the price of such a yard is very expensive. If Tang An sells this yard, He will be able to become a rich man in no time.

But Tang An can’t sell it. This is the legacy his mother left to him. It has memories from his childhood. Every corner and every piece of cake here reminds him of the warm and happy pictures. Picture.

　　 My mother has passed away, and I will never see her again, but Tang An will never let the courtyard where her breath remains.

There is a patio in the yard, a rocking chair next to the patio, and a two-story small building next to it. Tang An went upstairs, took two copper bells, tied red patterned cloth strips on the copper bells, and then hung the two bells. On the knocker of the door.

　　 is different from the hot and bustling air in the city. It is dotted with green everywhere. After taking a deep breath, you can feel that the foul air you breathe out all day has been cleaned.

Tang An was sitting in a rocking chair, a little worried. After his mother passed away, his aunt who had been taking care of him went back to his hometown. From then on, he will start living independently. There is nothing wrong with taking care of himself. The key is that independent living also means him. To support himself, his mother didn't leave him a bank account except for the house, so he had to make money on his own.

For a 17-year-old boy, it is not easy to support himself in a high-consumption city like Zhonghai. He still has more than ten thousand dollars in his own bank card, but he has to pay the tuition at the beginning of school, etc. The money will be spent seven or eighty-eight when the school starts.

　　 Tang An didn't have much clue. Although he heard that there were some relatives of his mother in his aunt's hometown, Tang An didn't plan to seek help from relatives who had no contact.

Asking for help can only get temporary help. You can't always ask for help. Tang An is a sturdy person. In his sense, his mother and relatives over there are very alienated. Naturally, Tang An would not have anything to do with these relatives. A feeling of closeness.

It seems that I can only rent out the vacant house in the yard as my mother originally said... My mother had always had this plan. She said that the mother and son living in such a large yard was a bit empty, although Tang An had never been like this. He still remembers how many hiding places were difficult to find in such a big yard when he was a child. What a pity, no matter where he hides, his mother can always find him quickly Come out, then lift him aloft.

It’s a pity that when I grew up, I didn’t play such naive games anymore. Tang An’s eyes were a little moist, he got up from the recliner, went back to his room, and wrote a piece of rental on white paper with a brush. Notice, and then posted the notice on his door.

　　 "Youth, you want to rent a house?" Tang An just posted the notice, and someone stopped and watched.

"Yes, Mr. Yan." Tang An nodded, listening to his driver calling him "Mr. Yan", and then passing by his house, the house number was written in Chinese, Pinyin and Japanese with the words "Yanjun". Tang An guessed that he was probably called "Yanjun."

Tang An lived here when he was a child, and slowly watched his old neighbors move away one by one. Those who re-lived in were both rich and expensive. Yan Jun moved in seven years ago during the financial crisis. The original owner of the house is said to have failed to invest and jumped off the building and died, and the yard is lost in Yanjun's hands.

　　 "Is this character written by your father or grandpa?" Yan Jun looked at Tang An's writing and said with appreciation.

　　 "I wrote it." Tang An shook his head. He had never seen his father since he was a child, let alone his grandfather, and has always lived with his mother.

　　 Jun Yan was a little surprised, and then nodded, "Deep skill, there must be a famous teacher?"

This person does not rent a house, but is interested in Tang An's words. Tang An is not impatient, and smiles: "Famous teachers are not counted, I was taught by my mother. I have been practicing since I was a child and have been practicing for more than ten years. NS."

"Awesome..." Jun Yan rubbed his few hair in amazement, and then asked: "Why rent a house? I have always heard that there is only one old tenant here, is it your home? NS?"

　　 "Yes, I want to rent a house, otherwise I won't have money to eat." Tang An smiled slightly.

　　 "Why? Just your word... I'll give you an idea, you can sell the word, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will definitely be able to sell for money." Yan Jun said in disbelief.

"The writing is a lot better, but fame is the key. For an unknown high school student, no matter how good the writing is, where can someone buy it?" Tang An shook his head. This Mr. Yan is undoubtedly in his field of work. Successful people, but his idea is too unreliable.

　　 "I mean selling Lingtang's work... She must have her own work. If you don't mind, show me." Yan Jun stretched out his hand towards Tang An.

　　 Looking at this lean middle-aged man, Tang An still shook his head, "My mother has passed away, and the only works she left are paintings, and I will not sell them."

　　 Yanjun opened his mouth and put his hand on his head down, without saying anything.

　　 Tang An nodded slightly, turned around and walked into the yard, and then closed the door.

The notice is posted on the door, and all you can see is the residents in this alley. Of course, these people can afford the rent given by Tang An, but they want to buy more, but they know a lot of wealthy people. , Maybe it can spread the news, and it is possible for someone to rent a short-term lease due to work.

　　 But this kind of thing should be advertised. Tang An went back to the yard, took photos of the patio, Zhucong, rocking chair, small building and the interior of the house, and then posted a post on the Internet.

Tang An is very aware of the surrounding housing prices, so the rental prices he released are no different from those luxury villas. Tang An is not worried that people who fancy here will not be able to pay the rent. The most important thing is that he needs to check carefully. He doesn't want to have it. The villain comes to the door, and the guys full of bad habits and chaotic life are not welcome.