80 military doctor's little wife

Every time when the spirit is not good, drink a cup, instantly feel refreshed.

Of course, it's mainly because it's delicious.

When Tang Zhinian was tired, she lay down and went to sleep. However, Tang Yuxin was holding a cup, and her ears made all kinds of sounds from time to time. She was curious to listen to the eight trigrams and the accents of different places. The more she got to the capital, the more intimate she felt. The capital is her second hometown, which is very familiar.

The train has been running for more than 30 hours. It's not very hard for her to get to the sleeper. But after a long time, she is still a little depressed. She is a house. How did she get to the school in a hard seat in her last life.

Sitting or standing in this way, she just endured the three hours, while Wei Jiani was sleeping on the berth, so she spent 30 hours easily.

"Here we are," Tang Zhinian said, carrying his luggage and touching Tang Yuxin's hair. "Let's go. Dad will take you out to dinner first. First we'll find a place to live, and then we'll find a house."

"Good."

Tang Yuxin agrees and follows Tang Zhinian to get off the train. All his luggage is carried by Tang Zhinian. Fortunately, it's not heavy. It's just a few changed clothes.

They casually found a small restaurant outside and sat in it to eat. Tang Yuxin looked out curiously from time to time. This is the capital in the early 1990s. There are no buildings, no subway, and no people of all colors. Of course, at least there are few people at this time. What people wear is also in line with the aesthetics of this era, And the flavor of this era.

There are noodle vendors, sugar gourd vendors, and they all speak fluent Beijing movies. In fact, she has forgotten what the old capital looked like in the past 90 years. What she remembers most clearly is the metropolis with dozens of high-rise buildings and emitting all kinds of light. Of course, there were also sandstorms that were common at that time, The figure of aunt Yiyi dancing square dance.

She looked up again at the sky, which was still very blue,

That refreshing blue,

That kind of comfortable blue.

"Xinxin, let's go," Tang Zhinian gave money, and then carried his luggage. In fact, he was not familiar with the capital. He also went to ask, and sometimes it was Tang Yuxin's way.

"Dad, where do we live?"

Tang Yuxin is pointing to the guest house on one side. At this time, the most common kind of guest house is very cheap. It costs five yuan a night. There is hot water. Of course, there is no air conditioning or heating that will be available in the future.

Tang Zhinian asked for two rooms, one for him and one for Tang Yuxin. Alas, when his daughter grows up, she's a big girl, so it's necessary to avoid suspicion when she's a father. And Tang Zhinian's heart is really miserable.

His child, who grew up with his own excrement and urine, has finally grown up, but he will get married in the future

At this time, of course, Tang Yuxin didn't know what her father was thinking. She was only 16 years old and had already begun to hate to marry his daughter

Tang Yuxin found a piece of paper, according to her memory, she drew the future high price areas in the capital. She remembered these clearly. Because when she bought the house, she ran for several months, thanks to her early purchase. Otherwise, even if she wanted to buy it in the future, she would not be able to afford a down payment.

Of course, the final market price of the house is several million. It's no wonder that Wei Jiani, who originally said that she wanted to buy a house, didn't buy it in the end, but she took a fancy to her house, and then occupied it as her own.

Then she used a pen to draw on the paper, carefully folded the paper and put it in her pocket. This is the only way to lie down and sleep. This hostel has good conditions.

At least, quilts and other things are clean, because when they come in, the waiters are changed, so they are quite at ease when they sleep. This night, she is breathing the air of the capital.

Outside the wind blowing all night, there is no dust, and she is a good sleep.

Early the next morning, Tang Zhinian took Tang Yuxin out to look for a house.

"Dad, let's go there," Tang Yuxin took Tang Zhinian to an ancient street, which was the former siheyuan. Just entering it, you can hear the sound of the wind blowing on the leaves. It seems that you can hear the clock of time here. And time is here precipitation, fall here, perhaps time has changed too much, but here is still a hundred years of memory, is also here to freeze up.

In a hundred years, everything has changed. Only here has not.

This is a dream in Tang Yu's heart. She used to come here. At that time, she also wanted a big yard of her own. She wanted to have a big yard where she could plant some flowers and plants, put a rocking chair and raise a kitten. But all her dreams were made a joke by life.

Walk here, from time to time will hear the clear bird calls, quiet also has a trace of ancient rhyme, let their heart can not help but also follow the quiet down.

"Here, Dad."

Tang Yu heart suddenly heart a joy, saw a door stick to sell two words.

In fact, Tang Zhinian's heart is full of ups and downs. The house here must be very expensive. I don't know if his money is enough. If not, he can only borrow some from his younger brother.

If his family's Yu Xin really likes it, and he clenches his teeth, if his daughter really likes it, he must buy it for her even if he is selling iron.

It's hard to say that the child will take the initiative to ask for something. The child has been precocious since he was young. He suffered from his mother's sufferings, and his temperament has become calm. Finally, he sees some excitement and happiness in the child. She must be very happy here.

He walked over and knocked on the door. Not long after, a middle-aged man in a gray Chinese tunic came out. The man had a comfortable bookish air, and he was wearing a pair of hand-made cloth shoes, with one hand behind him. When he was foaming, everyone felt like a young man.

"You are..."

The middle-aged man looked at Tang Zhinian's father and daughter for half a day and searched every part of his memory. It seemed that he couldn't find out the meaning of knowing them. In other words, they didn't know each other, they didn't know each other at all.

"Uncle, do you want to sell this house?" Tang Yuxin asked, pointing to the note on the door.

"You want to buy it?" The middle-aged man looked at their father and daughter again, "it's not cheap, 120000."