The telephone company has been notified to cut the line, but somehow the phone is still ringing. Cheng Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. Her mother sat in front of her and complained for half an hour. The atmosphere could be eased by listening to the phone. Before her hand touched the receiver, her husband Dong Xin who was sitting beside her stopped her on a whim: "Don't listen." Cheng Zhen raised an eyebrow. "I'm leaving tomorrow, why do you still hear me?" "Perhaps something urgent." Dong Xin shook his head, he had a strong premonition that it was best not to listen to this call, "This matter has nothing to do with you."

But the phone kept ringing. Finally stopped. Mrs. Cheng continued her topic: "What kind of immigrants do you want to immigrate? Both your father and I are in poor health. Once you leave, be careful that you will never see your parents again." The phone rang again. This time Cheng Zhen quickly said: "This is not the person in the first place, this is another call." Regardless of the three seven twenty-one, picked up the receiver. "Cheng Zhen, I'm Liu Qun, and I'm coming out at three o'clock in the afternoon." Cheng Zhen found it funny, "Sister, I have already resigned."

At this time, Dong Xin held her down with his hands, "Don't go out." Liu Qun was impatient, "Who is that, is it Old Dong? Tell him not to worry about it." "Sister, what's the matter?" "Zhao Baichuan was in a car accident and went to the hospital. You are in his group. You know everything about him. Representatives from both sides of the Taiwan Strait signed a direct flight agreement this afternoon. I would like to excuse you for a trip." "Wait a minute, how is Baichuan doing?" "The left leg was broken, and he was in a very bad mood. He jumped and shouted, calling for you to replace him. He followed the news for a long time and refused to let go."

"Who will be sent from both sides of the Taiwan Strait?" "Ministers of Foreign Affairs of both parties." "Who is it, Huang Guanjian?" "No, Sun Yuchuan was sent over there." Cheng Zhen was a little surprised, "Has he been promoted?" "Hey, at three o'clock in the afternoon, I will send Xiao Wu and Xiao Deng to follow you." "Your name is Zhao Baichuan Mingmu?" Liu Qun laughed, "I obey." After hanging up the phone, Cheng Zhen still had a smile on his lips. Dong Xin rolled her eyes at her boss, "Don't listen to me, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm going to take care of this kind of nosy today, I can't do it without you, do you really believe it? It's being used again."

Cheng Zhen just smiled and said nothing. It's her own skill. After resigning for a month, I was idle at home and my bones were sore. My mother came to complain every afternoon. She kept talking about how she was angry with her in-laws and uncles when she was 20 years old, and how unfilial her children are today. Come. It's not good not to let her say that people will grow old after a hundred years, and then they will have no choice but to listen. Then Mrs. Cheng asked her daughter, "When will you be back?" Dong Xin couldn't help but said, "Mom, we haven't left yet!"

Mrs. Cheng was unreasonable, "I'm not talking to you!" Cheng Zhen looked at the time, "I'm going out for a while." She went into the room to change clothes. Dong Xin was faster than her, "I have an appointment with Deng Zhi, Tang Ma Liangjun and the others, and we may come back later tonight." "That's great," Cheng Zhen said, "have a drink." As soon as the son-in-law went out, Mrs. Cheng fell silent. Cheng Zhen put on her khaki trousers and a men's Oyster watch, ready to go out. Mrs. Cheng suddenly asked: "In the future, will you be happy?"

Cheng Zhen sat down and had a sip of tea, "I asked myself the same question." "What's the answer?" Cheng Zhen replied: "Since I was young, what I pursued was not happiness, so I should not be happy." "I don't know what you said." "Don't worry, very few mothers understand their children's thoughts, I will come back as soon as I go, and I will stay with you for at least six months a year." "How is your relationship with Dong Xin?" Cheng Zhen just smiled and said nothing. "You don't seem like a couple."

"Like an old friend." "When you are in a foreign country, let's have a baby." "We already have kids." "That's just an adopted child." "Shh, shh, mother, my little ones and my little ones." "She also knows it wasn't born by you." "Cheng Gong is indeed not my own." "Why carry such a burden?" "Mom, don't worry about these nosy things, come on, I'll take you home first." "How much do you spend a year for her to study in a boarding house abroad? "Mom, look at your brows are getting deeper and deeper, and there is a line between your brows, like Huaguang's third eye."

"It's strange," Mrs. Cheng said angrily, "I don't like everything you do." Cheng Zhenxiao, "I'm also wondering why my mother's gaze is so strange." After finally sending his mother away, Cheng Zhen called a car and rushed to the scene. Junior brother Wu Xiaoming and junior sister Deng Weiyang saw her from afar and went up to her. As soon as Cheng Zhen arrived at work, he became calm, selfless, unrestrained, and heroic. She checked the photographic equipment and tape recorder, and went to the press box to look at it. She felt that the location was not ideal, so she went to negotiate.

Wu Xiaoming watched the senior sister support her back from a distance, and greeted the host's news team in fluent Mandarin, and couldn't help saying: "Cheng Zhen's retirement will bring us losses." At this time, Cheng Zhen came over, "I really don't understand why Lao Zhao accepted the position of the press box?" "He probably wanted to pat someone on the back of the head." Cheng Zhen was moved, "Really?" Reporters from all walks of life have already taken their positions. Cheng Zhen said: "Xiao Wu, you stick to your post, Xiao Deng, you are in charge of recording, and I will go to the front to fight guerrillas."

She grabs the camera. Hu Qingxun, chief news officer over there, saw her and shouted deliberately: "Cheng, I thought we had already dumped you." Cheng Zhen smiled, "Old Ying, why are you still in the land of the Chinese? The flag that never sets the sun will be lowered next year. Will the motherland send a warship to pick you up?" Hutchinsun resentfully said, "I don't need you to worry about my whereabouts." "I will visit you in Cornwall when I have time. Is there any good information for me at this time?" "From then on, the planes of both parties do not need to pass through the airspace of this city. How wonderful it is, passengers and goods can go back and forth freely." "How does it feel?" "We have done our duty as a bridge in the past, and it is an honor to sign the document at my place this time, and to use your words, it is full of face." The venue fell silent. Representatives from both sides appeared. Cheng Zhen shook her head, she lamented their dark suits and conservative western hairstyles. She used a telephoto lens to shoot close-ups, and leaned out behind the railing. She is a guest star today, so she is happy to shoot sideshows without taking the overall situation into consideration. She noticed that the representatives of both parties were wearing the same vulgar gold watch. Cheng Zhen laughed. The ceremony lasted only ten minutes, no questions were allowed, and history took another step forward. The three of them returned to the newspaper office and were busy developing photos. Zhao Baichuan had already written the close-up, and Cheng Zhen sent it out for him, smiling and saying, "Although Lao Zhao is dead, he is honored." It's great fun to tease old colleagues like that without taboo. Cheng Zhen showed Liu Qun her behind-the-scenes photos, "Sister, can you see if it can be used? In my opinion, the great cause of reunification is not a problem. The same hairstyle, suit, tie, watch, ring, quarrel and body language are all similar. " Liu Qun laughed and said, "It's not fair." "Appreciate further details." "Sun Yuchuan is much more handsome." Cheng Zhen stared at the photo, "Yes, he is indeed a handsome man." Liu Qun knew there was more to come. Sure enough, Cheng Zhen went on to say: "But you can't do anything if you are trapped in a saucepan." Liu Qun regretted, "Cheng Zhen, people like you should stay." Cheng Zhen had no choice but to wipe his face with his hand, "Dong Xin has given an ultimatum, if you don't go with him, you will get a divorce." Liu Qun sneered, "Divorce is divorce." Cheng Zhen chuckled. "How did you marry Dong Xin?" Cheng Zhen leaned forward, "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?" "How about the truth?" "I never thought I would become famous. I knew I would never get married." "What about lies?" "People have to have a home, forever, at any rate, a family endures day by day, no matter how splendid the dance party is, it will finally come to an end, and there is no need to be in love with the world." "Is this a lie? It sounds more like the truth than the truth." Cheng Zhen whispered: "So I am a reporter!" Liu Qun smiled, and after the smile, he said sadly, "We don't want to part with you." "Who wouldn't say something like this? After two days, I'll be fine and please others." Liu Qun gave her a white look, "Go and write out the explanation, you, you will never forgive anyone with your mouth!" Cheng Zhen stayed up late at night, and personally proofread Zhao Baichuan's feature paper, rubbed his eyes when he was done, dialed the phone home, but found that the phone line had been cut off, and couldn't help feeling sad. Deng Weiyang came over, "Sister, let's go see Lao Zhao." "Okay, let's go together." This class is full of her siblings, and Cheng Zhen is very polite when he sees his brothers. He has nothing to say about Ai Ai, but with his colleagues in the newspaper, he can talk about the dawn with half a dozen beers. "Tell me, what happened?" "Last night, work was over. Around 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, the car bumped into a drunk driver. Fortunately, it wasn't a head bump, but Lao Zhao still broke his thigh." "The luckiest of misfortunes." "No, there is no internal injury at all, but his wife and children are so frightened that they can't cry." "His wife is a housewife." Deng Weiyang said: "Those who should do things, have an extra income, and don't panic if there are accidents." Both Cheng Zhen and Deng Weiyang are women must economic independence advocates. Little Dunga said: "Single-income families will suffer in the future." When he arrived at the hospital, he saw Lao Zhao lying in the room for two people, the environment was fairly quiet, Cheng Zhen felt a little relieved. He had a plaster cast on one leg and couldn't move. There were a few bruises on his face and a few stitches in the corner of his eye. He fell asleep, and Xiao Deng wanted to call him, but Cheng Zhen stopped him. Cheng Zhen looked at his old colleague silently. He had a bad temper and was straightforward, so to a certain extent, he was underappreciated. To tell the truth, all Chinese newspaper reporters can fall into the underappreciated category. If Cheng Zhen hadn't been good at writing feature articles, his income would still be meager and he would be unknown. Just about to leave quietly, Zhao Baichuan groaned and woke up. Cheng Zhen quickly held his hand. "Hey," he said as soon as he opened his eyes, "direct flight signing..." "Successful completion, you have a good rest." He sighed, "Are you leaving tomorrow afternoon?" Cheng Zhen nodded. "Shunfeng, I can't come to deliver the plane." "You're welcome, it's so convenient to go back and forth, you don't need to pick up and drop off at all." "Go and come, the SAR government will never let you down." "You are always optimistic." Zhao Baichuan smiled, "If you really want to leave, there is always a way, to go to relatives and friends, and to go secretly, but someone has to stay, don't you think?" Cheng Zhen nodded. "It's strange that it has not yet announced who will lower the Mi Ziqi until today." Cheng Zhen was also curious, "Could it be Charles? It's been rumored for a long time." The nurse opened the door and came in, "Please let the patient rest." But the patient in the next bed suddenly accosted, "Really, could it be him?" Cheng Zhen laughed. Zhao Baichuan asked: "Cheng Zhen, are you really willing to give up on us and this city?" Cheng Zhen was silent. Old Zhao sighed, "We will never forget your spicy pen." Cheng Zhenxiao said, "It's the same if you eat more mustard." She left with her younger siblings. "Come on, let's go for supper." Spicy stir-fried slough, mixed vegetables with shrimp paste, steamed fish intestines, tofu and mustard green stone dog soup are all Cheng Zhenzhi’s favorite side dishes, and a pot of salted fish and chicken rice is added to fill you up. When I got home, I saw a bright room when I opened the door. Dong Xin has come back. He is listening to music. Cheng Zhen stretched his waist, "Go back after enjoying yourself." "You've always known how to put work in play." "Otherwise, what should I do? It's not the same thing to do when you're sad." "Look how sloppy you are." "I know you don't like everything." "Stop arguing, okay, I'm going on a long trip tomorrow." Cheng Zhen ran to the window and stood there, looking at the famous nightless sky in the city. "You have no attachment?" "I'm just passing through." How nice it is to think like this, Cheng Zhen went back to his room to take a shower and change clothes. Fortunately, the small apartment can be kept and not sold. When I come back in the future, I don't have to stay in a hotel. The rational Dong Xin objected as usual: "You will be worthless in the future, and you will regret it." "Even if it is confiscated, I will only dedicate it to the country." "It's really eloquent." A few words and a few words, as if about to start a war, exactly, the words are not speculative. This apartment was a dowry gift from her father. It was a few hundred square feet small, with two bedrooms and one living room. She was really reluctant to sell it. Even though he moved to a spacious new home after marriage, he still kept it here. Zhou Weicheng would come back to tidy up, make a cup of coffee, and read a book for a while. When friends passed by the city, Cheng Zhen always invited them to live here. The house was sold three months ago, and the couple has been living here. Dong Xin said behind him, "Still sleeping?" Cheng Zhen murmured: "Accordingly, there is no need to cut the phone." "It's you who said it again. After you cut off the phone, your friends will know that you have left the city and won't keep calling." Cheng Zhen fell asleep without a sound. After waking up in the middle of the night, there was still light in the living room, so Dong Xin couldn't sleep. Cheng Zhen was secretly amused, it turned out that he was an amorous passer-by. It was dawn in the blink of an eye, the fish belly was white, and it was a rainy day. Cheng Zhen washed his face, went out to buy newspapers and magazines, and read them on the plane. If there's one thing the city cares about, it's its wonderful collection of hundreds of newspapers and magazines. She opened the newspaper to read yesterday's report. After reading her excellent work, she couldn't help laughing out loud. If she laughed, the readers might laugh too. As long as the readers are willing to laugh, the future of her special article will not be a problem. The caption for one of the pictures reads: "Wearing a suit but not familiar with suit etiquette, standing up and shaking hands should button the coat button first, but both sides show their shirts with their chests open, comrades still have to work hard." Cheng Zhen put down the newspaper, very melancholy. You can no longer make jokes about politicians, who should you criticize and satirize in the future? Dong Xin has no sense of humor at all, so he can't be used as a knife. He was up too, rinsing his mouth. Each manages their luggage. These days, Cheng Zhen often goes out to do news. Her set of three pieces of Guzi luggage has been thrown away very shabby. She has gone through the clouds and moons with her, and today she is retiring with her. She was ready and sat in the living room waiting for Dong Xin. Everyone drinks a cup of coffee and goes out. Relatives of the two families were waiting for them at the airport. Mrs. Cheng talked back and forth: "Come back when you have time." Cheng Zhen raised his head and saw Liu Qun, and waved his hand towards him. She first stuffed an envelope into Liu Qun's hands, "Give Zhao Baichuan some supplements." Liu Qun grinned, "Someone called the boss's house this morning." Cheng Zhen immediately understood, "Is it for me?" "It's Sun Yuchuan's subordinates, who asked who the reporter was in that feature story." "What did the boss say?" "He said it was a collective creation." Cheng Zhen thought about it, "But if you want to inquire, you will know sooner or later, right?" "We also did some work, knowing that Sun Yuchuan was a little excited, at least he replaced the gold watch immediately." "To be a public figure, you have to be calm!" "Let's not talk about that, Cheng Zhen. When you arrive in Vancouver, do a feature article for me to see why the development land of Mr. Li's Pacific Aon Company has been repeatedly blocked by the local city government." "Wow, then you have to send at least six reporters to work for six months." "It's been eight years since he bought that piece of land, and he hasn't built a single brick or tile yet. Just think about how much interest he will lose every year." "But land prices keep going up—" At this time, Dong Xin's cold voice came from behind: "Editor Liu, you are still entangled with my virtuous wife at this time?" Liu Qun could only laugh along with him, "Those who can do more work." Dong Xin held Cheng Zhen with one hand, "Goodbye everyone!" Cheng Zhen had no choice but to say loudly: "Everyone, green mountains and white waters, there will be a period later." Dong Xin dragged Cheng Zhen onto the plane. Only on the plane is there no phone call to find Cheng Zhen. Dong Xin couldn't help being sarcastic, "Seriously, when you get there, how can you live without these friends?" Cheng Zhen was silent for a while, and answered honestly: "Time can be used to face up to the relationship between you and me." Dong Xin smiled forcedly, "Our relationship is normal." "Really, aren't you already five tuberculosis and seven injuries?" Travel across the oceans and give it one last chance to heal its wounds. Cheng Zhen said nothing more. The 12-hour journey was unremarkable. As usual, when passing through the customs, I saw a lot of unpaid goods in the luggage of yellow-faced passengers, and they were being questioned by uniformed personnel. Cheng Zhen muttered, "Almost everything is cheaper than Hong Kong, why bother to bring it?" He really wanted to take out his notebook and visit them. They called a taxi to the downtown apartment. As soon as Dong Xin put down her luggage, she said, "I have an appointment with Tom, and I am going out soon, do you want to come together?" Cheng Zhen shook his head. Dong Xin showered and changed his shirt before running outside. He came here this time to be a partner in the construction business. Tom used to be his partner. The two have had a hot relationship for the past year. The public house was built quickly, but Dong Xin's own home was still a construction site. Five or six months later, there was no improvement, and it was still a wooden frame. Looks like it will take root in the apartment. Cheng Zhen washed his face and called Cheng Gong in the school dormitory. The roommate said she was not there, and Cheng Zhen left a message. She swam in the swimming pool downstairs more than ten times, and her whole body was relaxed before going upstairs to change. Then I went to the nearby market, bought vegetables, fruits, meat, milk, bread, etc., and made a pot of soup at home. After watching the Sun newspaper and TV news, I felt a little tired. I called local friends and said, "Are you here? How long will you stay this time? Are you leaving? Can you do it? Suffocate you, hahahahaha." Cheng Zhen buried his head on the pillow and fell asleep. Everywhere is home. I didn’t know how long I slept before waking up. The lights were on. When I woke up, I looked down from the window. There was a lot of traffic, and my hometown was similar to my hometown, except that there was a lavender-colored sunset glow in the sky, which is only common in the sky in the Northland. Cheng Zhen opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and walked out of the terrace, and saw guests in the living room. "Tom, how are you?" Dong and Zeng were holding coffee cups, and the plans were spread out on the floor, plotting. Cheng Zhen knew nothing about Dong Xin's industry and was not interested, so he kept avoiding it quietly. Dong Xin stopped her: "I'll go out for a drink with Tom, it's a day, do you want to go?" Cheng Zhen was still standing on the terrace, "Go ahead." She heard Tom laughing: "Cheng Zhen never stares at you, how nice!" The two put on their coats and went out. Cheng Zhen went to the kitchen and saw that there was only half of the pot of broth left, and felt a little relieved. Maybe, maybe after the silence, the couple will get back together again. This is the reason why she came here. Over the years, they lived separately, went their own way, and reached a state of perfection. The two husband and wife have different rooms, telephones, bank accounts... and do not ask each other. Too civilized and well-educated. Freezing three feet is not a day's cold. The phone rang, and Cheng Zhen knew it must be Cheng Gong. "Mom, do you want me to come and see you now?" "Today is already late, let's go tomorrow." "I have class tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't be able to come out until around four o'clock in the afternoon." "I'll wait for you at home after four o'clock." "How long will you stay this time?" Men, women and children are concerned about this question. "One hundred years, I won't go back for the time being." "Gah, don't you go back and watch the flag change?" Cheng Zhen scolded her: "Just follow what others say, what do you know, what's so good about changing the flag?" Xiao Chenggong just laughed along. "How is your schoolwork?" "A Jia Jia Jia Jia." Cheng Zhen also laughed, "It's suffocating." "That's right, Ma, they're calling me, I'm leaving, see you tomorrow." "Call them over for dinner tomorrow." Cheng Gong hesitated, "Yes, yes." Cheng Zhen only saw Cheng Gong's biological mother last year, and she was talking endlessly on a Huanyutong wireless phone at the entrance of a commercial building in the banking district. Cheng Zhen went over and patted her on the shoulder. She raised her head, smiled, and made a phone call gesture to indicate I will contact you in the future, but I haven't found the truth about the process. At that photo, Cheng Zhen saw a haggard face with heavy make-up, more than ten years older than her actual age. She was wearing very fashionable but poor quality clothes, and disappeared in the crowd in an instant. She is still Cheng Zhen's middle school classmate. He only worked for one year after graduation and married very well. Cheng Zhen has never seen a man who loves his wife so much. Every day before going to work, he leaves a note: "Honey, if you can wake up at noon, invite me to dinner, love", She got up at last, put on makeup and clothes, and drove a European sports car to go to an appointment. The housework and children were all handed over to the servants. After lunch, she went shopping. It was a day. It was the 1980s at that time, and Cheng Zhen knew that the world was not what it used to be, and there was no such a satisfactory life, but he felt that something would go wrong sooner or later, and he was very pessimistic. Sure enough, within three years, the man died of cancer. Due to his young age, he had no time to save money and was depressed after his death. The house and car were soon repossessed by the bank. The mother and daughter went downhill quickly, and the child was sent to a charity for adoption. At that time, Cheng Gong's surname was Chen, and Cheng Zhen found her after many hardships, formally applied for adoption, and waited for two years before all kinds of complicated procedures were approved. Dong Xin did not raise any objection during the process, and Cheng Zhen was very grateful. The one who disapproved the most was Cheng's mother, who was puzzled, "The child is more than eight years old, and I know very well that you are not the biological mother. You are thankless, why do you spend time and effort for no reason? How much does it cost to raise a child? Are you clear?" Cheng Zhen is very stubborn. Even if a child of that age is left in Po Leung Kuk until the age of 21, no one cares about it, because most people only like to adopt infants, and the girl's childhood will be reimbursed at this point. Cheng Zhen vowed to bring her out. She went to see her the next day, and when she saw her auntie, she kept silent and wept silently, Cheng Zhen felt heartbroken. Finally signed the document, she officially became her adopted daughter, Cheng Gong is already in her early teens. But the days that followed passed quickly. She sent her child to a boarding school in England, and she often wrote to her, sent her photos, and called her, very obedient and respectful. Last year, she had excellent grades and won a scholarship. She chose Wenbu to enter university so that she could be close to her adoptive mother. Cheng Zhen has only invested for a few years, and he has a slim, considerate daughter in vain, so he is naturally overjoyed. Cheng really regrets that it would be nice if his career went so smoothly. The relationship between mother and daughter is very good, and they have nothing to say, but Cheng's mother still doesn't like Cheng Gong, and the meeting is very cold-"If you don't believe the old man's words, you will suffer in front of you", she said. Cheng Zhen laughed it off. Because Cheng Gong, who is seventeen and a half years old, is already Cheng Zhen's best friend. Her personality is completely different from Cheng Zhen's. She is cautious, reserved, and gentle, and she resembles her biological father in many ways. That night, when Dong Xin came back, Cheng was really dreaming. The next day, Cheng Zhen woke up, but Dong Xin was snoring loudly in the guest room. Cheng Zhen muttered to himself: "What's this called? It's like the enemy advances and retreats, and the enemy retreats and advances. It's great. If you don't meet or talk, you won't quarrel. After thirty or fifty years, you will grow old together." She went out and rented a car, drove to the North Shore, crossed the bridge, came to the residential area of ​​West Vancouver, found a new house site, and saw that the construction was still unfinished, she couldn't help but smiled wryly. The foreman recognized her and came over to say hello, "Come on, Mrs. Dong, automatic snow-melting heating pipes are now being laid on the private road." This is Dong Zeshi's property, Cheng Zhen didn't dare to comment randomly, but just nodded. "Dong Zeshi still hasn't decided what color system to use indoors." Cheng Zhen is also only Weiwei. "The turf has been laid and replaced, and now it is the third time." Two years have passed like this. "The gate has also been changed once." Someone handed Cheng Zhen a cup of coffee. She put on her helmet and went to inspect the part where she lived. "On the second floor, Mrs. Tung, 2,000 square feet is uninterrupted and leads to a large terrace, but that's it?" Cheng Zhen smiled, "Exactly." "White-sleeved wood floors have been installed, please take a look." Cheng Zhen pushed open the door and went in, only to see that the walls and ceiling hadn't been sealed, and the wires were stretched day by day. She just took a look and knew that I didn't want to see it. Cheng Zhen hurriedly withdrew. It's still a mess every time I watch it. In fact, all Cheng Zhen needs is a space of one or two thousand square feet, a bed and a desk, whether it is a barn, a stable, a warehouse, a bungalow...anything is fine, you can use a church to change it. She doesn't want a beautiful and impeccable model house, all she wants is a nest. Driving down the mountain, I saw a one-story house on the mountainside. The garden was very tidy. There was a trellis in front of the door, and a branch of vine was lingering on it. The branches and leaves were fluffy, and the flowers had already fallen, but Cheng Zhen guessed it was wisteria. There is a sign for sale in the corner of the bungalow, welcome to visit. Cheng Zhen parked the car. Hey, Cheng Zhenxin moved, it is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself, relying on Dong Zeshi may not have a house for a lifetime, so it is better to work hard and be self-reliant. She opened the door and went into the house to visit. It was a one-story house with very ordinary layout and very ordinary decoration, but the interior was clean and bright, and it was completely renovated. Cheng Zhen was a little happy. After moving the furniture in, it would take root, and then he called Cheng Gong to live with him. She raised her voice, "Is anyone home?" The agent was a foreign woman with blond hair. She was drinking coffee in the kitchen. She was accompanying customers. Cheng Zhen saw two Chinese ladies bargaining with her at the door of the kitchen. When Cheng Zhen saw this situation, he wanted to know the difficulty and retreated.