Who is my upstairs

Chapter 32 The house is full of antiques!

The sky was drizzling, and the air was damp and cold.

Fu Yufang came by car, the windshield brushes gently brushed away the water droplets, she opened the door and got out of the blue jeep, when she saw Yang Xiaofan, she couldn't help hugging Yang Xiaofan.

Suddenly being hugged by a middle-aged woman with a strange appearance, Yang Xiaofan couldn't help being stunned for a moment, within a short period of time, Yang Xiaofan couldn't help realizing that it was the teacher Fu Yufang who hugged her.

I still remember the last time I was hugged by Fu Yufang, it was already when she was very young. At that time, she was small, Fu Yufang hugged her and hid her in his arms.

"Teacher, I miss you." Yang Xiaofan took a deep breath, and slowly said what was in his heart, the voice was a little soft, Yang Xiaofan felt that they would all be lost in the sound of the wind and rain.

Fu Yufang didn't say much, she rubbed the back of Yang Xiaofan's head silently, let go of Yang Xiaofan, then smiled and said: "He has grown a lot taller, my Xiaofan has grown into a big beauty. After so many years, the teacher You don't blame the teacher for not coming to see you, do you?"

"Teacher, please." Yang Xiaofan made a pretense, opened the iron gate and invited Fu Yufang to enter the Li family's ancestral house, and then said, "Why, I should go to see you."

The rose garden was well taken care of by Yang Xiaofan, Fu Yufang glanced at it, and walked into the house through the path.

Fu Yufang walked into Li's ancestral house, and when she saw the spacious internal structure and ancient and exquisite furniture, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment. She heard that Yang Xiaofan left the house without leaving the house, but she didn't expect that Yang Xiaofan still had the money to afford such a large apartment. House.

"Xiaofan, are you the only one who rents such a big house?" Fu Yufang hadn't seen Yang Xiaofan for about three or four years, so she was unavoidably polite, and she still asked Yang Xiaofan in a questioning tone.

When Yang Xiaofan was the class monitor in junior high school, he knew that Fu Yufang was a very strict and serious person who treated the students. Living alone in such a big house, the teacher must have some opinions in his heart.

"En." Yang Xiaofan gave a light grace, not daring to make more excuses, and asked Fu Yufang to sit down on the old-fashioned fabric sofa, and brewed Longjing again for Fu Yufang to drink.

Fu Yufang took a sip of tea and looked around silently. She was from the Department of History, so it didn't matter if she didn't look at it or not. At first glance, her eyes were full of expensive antiques.

Even the cloth sofa under the buttocks looks like an old antique sold to the Qing Dynasty by foreigners in the late Qing Dynasty.

The expression on Fu Yufang's face became more and more complicated, and finally she took a calm breath, trying to avoid blame in her tone, and said: "It's not that the teacher said you, Xiaofan, if you live alone, you should not waste money renting such a big house .”

Seeing Fu Yufang again, Yang Xiaofan didn't want Fu Yufang to feel that his past students had a bad life, so he couldn't avoid telling the truth directly.

But if you don't tell the truth, you are afraid that your mentor will not forgive you.

After struggling for a while, under Fu Yufang's stern gaze, Yang Xiaofan told Fu Yufang the whole process of renting Li's ancestral house.

To be honest, even Fu Yufang was quite surprised that the landlord Mr. Li Shaohuang paid Yang Xiaofan to live in such a big house. After all, there really is no free lunch in the world.

Fu Yufang asked Yang Xiaofan to pay attention to safety, not to be greedy for petty gain, and beware of being cheated.

Although Yang Xiaofan explained that Li Shaohuang needed someone to take care of the house, he would rent it out in this way, so that Fu Yufang could rest assured.

But there was a murmur in her heart, when Li Shaohuang rented the house to her, he never said that so many people died in this house, no wonder it was a rebate, and now she has suffered a big loss from being greedy for petty gains.

After chatting, Yang Xiaofan found that the topics between her and Fu Yufang were all about him, he was a little embarrassed, and immediately asked about the experience of his mentor Fu Yufang in the past few years.

Fu Yufang is still a history teacher teaching in a middle school. Her nine-year-old son is attending elementary school in a school in the urban area.

Fu Yufang's husband is a lawyer. He usually handles civil lawsuits, and his income is relatively stable. He also bought a two-bedroom apartment in the city center. The weather has been good for the past two years, and he hasn't encountered any major incidents.

In the end, the two talked about Yang Xiaofan's husband's cheating, which led to their divorce. Yang Xiaofan already knew that with Lin Luoluo's big mouth, Fu Yufang would definitely ask.

This experience was painful for Yang Xiaofan, or it was a wound that was about to scab, she felt pain even touching it.

When Fu Yufang asked her what, she answered stiffly like a piece of wood.She didn't complain, she just answered one carrot and one pitfall, and didn't answer too much. Fu Yufang answered whatever she asked, and didn't hide anything.

Fu Yufang thought that Yang Xiaofan hadn't gotten over the harm that Xu Zhiwen had caused her, so she couldn't help persuading Yang Xiaofan not to think about the sad things in the past, hoping that Yang Xiaofan could maintain a positive attitude towards life.

Bringing up the old story again is tantamount to reopening the scabbed wound, Yang Xiaofan felt very uncomfortable, but still put on a smiling face, thanking Fu Yufang for taking time out of his busy schedule to encourage himself with a wry smile.

Vaguely, Yang Xiaofan always felt that Fu Yufang was a little different from before.In the past, Fu Yufang always considered other people's feelings, and didn't easily open people's wounds.

After being tortured by Fu Yufang, Yang Xiaofan felt like a bloody person who needed bandages all over his body to cover the wound.

"Teacher, it's noon, why don't you stay and eat." Yang Xiaofan glanced at the pendulum clock in the living room, and found that the pendulum clock was pointing to twelve, feeling relieved.

She wanted to escape from Fu Yufang's questioning and analysis of her past marriage as soon as possible, but she didn't dare to bring it up. She offended her mentor who had been respected for many years, so she could only bite her lip and wait until dinner time.

Fu Yufang also felt hungry, but she still wanted to say something polite to Yang Xiaofan: "Xiaofan, why are you so embarrassed? You want you to cook by yourself, so I'd better drive back to the city for dinner."

"It's okay, I've already prepared it in advance, teacher, you can read the newspaper here for a while." Yang Xiaofan glanced at the newspaper on the table, got up immediately, and walked into the kitchen.

Fu Yufang, who was sitting in the living room, was not interested in the newspaper on the table, but looked left and right in the house.She felt that Yang Xiaofan's luck was really great, he was living on the street, yet he could still find such a big house to live in.

She walked to the pendulum clock that would ring at midnight in the living room, and couldn't help touching the glass of the pendulum clock, with envy in her eyes.

She has a little research on collections, and she knows at a glance that this is the early years of the Republic of China. The handmade pendulum clock should be a German craftsmanship, and the price is very expensive.

Looking at the crystal chandelier above the head, regardless of the historical collection value and the size of the light wheel, if it is placed in the auction house, the starting price is at least 30 yuan.

The landlord of this Li family's ancestral house must have a very wealthy family.

(End of this chapter)