Chapter 7 (7)

"This house has a good orientation, it's not a high-rise building, and the rate of occupancy is high..." the real estate agent introduced gesticulating. Haiping pulled Su Chun away. "Why is this bad again?" "Didn't you see advertisements posted on the windows everywhere outside the building? Gonorrhea and syphilis, marriage introductions. It means that the people living here are complex, from all walks of life, and it's not safe." Haiping lay on the bed and flipped through Feng Shui books. Su Chun writes on the computer. "This house has good privacy, ventilation and ventilation, warm in winter and cool in summer..."

Haiping pulls Su Chun out. "No, there are hospitals nearby." "Having a hospital is a good thing! Any illness can be treated in time. It saves even calling an ambulance." "The Feng Shui book says, don't buy where there is a hospital. It is easy to get infectious diseases, and people will always die. It is unlucky to see funeral wreaths and funeral cars going by all day long." Haiping gnawed on an apple with a household magazine in her hand. Su Chun works overtime at work. " This house is one of the few sets, it can be separated by itself, it is very practical..."

Haiping probed to look out. Haiping dragged Su Chun away in a hurry. "You can't buy here. There is a work-study school in the back! Think about it! My son actually hangs around this kind of school. When he grows up, he may become a small You bastard! In the past, Meng's mother chose a neighbor for her son to move three times. What does this mean? " "Does this mean that Mother Meng attaches great importance to children's education?" "This shows that houses in ancient times were cheap, so you can move if you want. I don't have money, and I want to do it all at once. No matter how good the house is, if it's not suitable for my son to grow up, I won't buy it!"

Haiping is looking at the paint shop. Su Chun was discussing something with someone and signed a piece of paper. "This house is fully renovated, and all the furniture should be new. You can live in it after you buy it..." Su Chun nodded vigorously.Haiping said nothing. "What's the matter with you! I think this house is very good. It saves the decoration money, and the conditions are good in all aspects. It can be bought." Su Chun became angry as soon as he walked out of the house. "Absolutely don't buy it. I just studied consumer psychology. You think, you and I can't fault this house, and the owner just bought it. Judging by the style of decoration, he must plan to live there for a long time. Why did you give up all of a sudden? There must be something tricky!"

"Hey! Haiping! You don't look like you want to get it done quickly! I don't have time to waste time with you! Next time you inspect the house, you can go and see it yourself! You can make your own decision." Su Chun walked away. Su Chun's retreat did not affect Haiping's mood at all.She still devoted herself to the research and investigation of the house with great enthusiasm. "Su Chun, I suddenly changed my mind. I think I was thinking wrong. Why are we not satisfied after looking at so many second-hand houses? Because they are old! No matter how bright and beautiful it looks, it was lived in by someone else, and it has someone else's atmosphere. So, I decided, from now on, I'm going to look at new homes, I'm going to buy virgin homes! I'm the first owner!"

Su Chun curled his lips: "New house? The new house has been evacuated dozens of kilometers away. Two hours on the way to work, two hours after get off work, every day is like a business trip, can you bear it? The high-speed railway will open soon, and it will only take 40 minutes from Shanghai to Hangzhou. Minutes, a new house in the suburbs, it’s better to live in Hangzhou!” "Don't interrupt! I have seriously considered this issue. I think it is feasible. If we buy an embarrassing second-hand house that is not too far away, and stand for an hour every day by car, it is better to buy a new house at the starting point of the bus. Falling asleep to the work unit. It takes an extra hour to drive and buy a seat, but just change the bed and sleep in the car. It is worth it! Besides, society is always developing. Looking at the speed of car price reduction, the domestically produced Chery 50,000 yuan, maybe one day, we will also buy a car? If you buy a house farther away, you can buy a larger area, and from the perspective of development, Songjiang and Qingpu are not too far away. Thinking back then, Minhang was the countryside, but now What? It’s become the city center. You have to be forward-looking, understand?”

"Why is my foresight different from yours? Why do I feel that the war in Iraq is endless, the price of oil changes every day, the cars in Shanghai are heavily polluted, the traffic is congested, and the parking fee is more expensive than wages? The price of cars has been reduced. , but the road tax has risen, and the license plate charge is more than 40,000 yuan! Isn’t it the same as if it hadn’t been lowered?” "Huh! Pessimists! You have to believe that tomorrow will be beautiful! Hey? Why didn't the seaweed come this time? She hasn't sent the money until now! Now, except for my mother's money, you have nothing to do Don't let me be happy for nothing!"

Su Chun looked at Haiping strangely and said, "Don't worry, you will definitely get the house and the money will arrive." "I'll call Seaweed." Haizao appeared outside Secretary Song's office with a small bag.She looked up and down at the sign. Secretary Song was going out to pour tea, and when he saw the seaweed looking around, he greeted with a smile: "Xiao Guo, I'm glad to see you again. Did you come to see me?" "Mr. Chen asked me to send you an invitation card. I hope you can come to the inauguration ceremony of Xinglin District 1." Haizao respectfully handed the invitation card to Secretary Song.Secretary Song raised the cup and lid in his hand, signaling that he could not spare his hands: "Oh! I see. Come in! Put it on the table!"

"Mr. Chen asked me to take your words back. He said, if you don't nod, I don't have to go back." Haizao entered the office and put the invitation on the table. "It's fine if you don't go back! I'm short of a typist here, and you can work here." Haizao rolled his eyes and said in a contemptuous tone unconsciously: "Well, it seems that junior high school education is enough?" Secretary Song smiled, walked out of the table, patted Haizao on the shoulder and said, "Yoho, let Miss Guo be overqualified, and the big Bodhisattva looks down on my little temple!"

Seaweed laughed and said nothing. "Then... are you going or not?" "This is up to me to decide. As you know, my work is also arranged by my superiors. I need to be approved by my superiors wherever I go. Therefore, I can't answer you for the time being." Seaweed looked embarrassed, not knowing what to say next. "However, in order not to embarrass you, I can call you Mr. Chen personally. Don't worry, he won't ask you again." Seaweed smiled happily, carrying her bag to say goodbye, as if to start. "Hey! Xiao Guo! I'm going to visit Dianshan Lake this Saturday. I don't know if you're free. I might need your help with something."

Haizao looked at Secretary Song suspiciously: "Me? How can I help you? I may have to work overtime on Saturday, and I have to ask the boss for instructions." "No, I'll tell you. What's your cell phone number? Tell me and I'll contact you." Haizao smiled suddenly: "I'm so sorry, my phone... had a problem. It fell into the toilet, and then died. I've been at ease for the past two days." "Oh? Is your card still there?" "exist." "Wait." Secretary Song opened the filing cabinet and found an exquisite unopened paper box, "It's better to be early than to be early, today a friend just brought a new product for promotion, and let our users try it out and give feedback. You said, this is obviously a women’s product, how can I use it? You can take it, and don’t forget to fill out the information feedback form inside and give it to me within two months.” Haizao looked at the box in Secretary Song's hand, suspiciously daring to accept it: "This doesn't seem very good, does it? It looks very high-end! The latest model. I'll buy it in two days. I don't want it anymore. You keep it for your lover. Bar!" "Hold it! My wife doesn't use such fancy things. I think this suits your youthful vigor very well. You're welcome. This is also helping the seller!" Secretary Song couldn't help but stuff the phone into the seaweed's arms inside. The seaweed accepted it with great kindness and went away. Seeing Haizao's back, Secretary Song left, and dialed Chen Sifu's phone number: "What's the trick? And I sent someone to send an invitation. Now that you have status, you can no longer condescend to come here." Chen Sifu smiled ambiguously and said, "Brother, look at what you said, it seems that you really want to see me." Haizao returned to the office and found that the boss was actually waiting for him in front of his seat. He was so frightened that he quickly hid the box behind him and walked over quickly. "Boss, I have been to Song..." The boss interrupted Haizao with a wave of his hand: "I see. Don't come to the company this Saturday, go directly to Secretary Song's office. Oh, right! In the future, if Secretary Song asks you for help, you don't need to report to me , directly agree to it. Secretary Song’s business is a big deal, and other work should be put behind him, you know?” Seaweed nods. On Saturday, Secretary Song was driving a car with seaweed on the co-pilot's seat, speeding down the highway. Secretary Song smiled and said, "Sea Zao, can I call you Sea Zao? Xiaoguo and Xiaoguo are very strange." Haizao nodded: "Yes, Secretary Song." "Haizao, do you think I'm a taxi driver? Get in my car and sit in the back seat. This is the first time I've been a driver for someone else!" Haizao blushed, remembering that when he opened the rear door just now, Secretary Song grabbed him and pushed him into the front row. "Secretary Song, don't laugh at me. I've always sat in the back since the first time I got in a car, whether it's a taxi or any other car. I didn't even know there was such a rule." "It's a kind of courtesy. In foreign countries, only passengers sit in the back. If it's between friends, you have to sit next to me, so that it's convenient for us to talk!" "What you said, I think I should sit in the back row. How can I be friends with you! Besides, you are the leader, and our soldiers want to keep a distance from you. The chief please come first." Secretary Song smiled. "Secretary Song, can I ask you a question?" "Say." "Everyone rides in a small car, why don't you leave the small car and drive a jeep? This car is so ugly! It's tall, and it's inconvenient to get on and off." "Haha! Seaweed, this is not a Jeep, this is a Land Rover. You think it's ugly, but I think it's the best looking car in the car." "Why? I think, when someone says a good car, it must be a Mercedes-Benz or a BMW?" "Men who drive all want to own a Land Rover. After staying in the city for a long time, they want to be like a wild horse, with a mane fluttering in the wind, roaming freely on the grassland. Land Rover is a man's legs, The wind that blows in the sky." Haizao's eyes widened, and he began to look around the car carefully, trying to find out where this leg was stronger than others. "Don't you see anything special?" "On the road in the city, you can't see it. It's like a wild horse locked in a cage. You'll know its horsepower when you leave the city, especially when you go to the mountains." "Will this car be more expensive than Audi?" "Audi? Which model? Your boss's model? More than 3." "what?" While talking, the car drove off the highway and drove on a somewhat uneven road. Secretary Song drove all the way at full speed, leaving behind a cloud of dust.Seaweed sat beside him, watching the small trees on the side of the road retreat rapidly, and he also became nervous and excited. "Oh! That's great! Where did you get the car! It's not built! It's fun!" Secretary Song smiled: "It's from a friend." "Your friend is so willing to lend you such a good car! If you rub it for a while, you won't be able to pay for it." "A man must have a good car, some confidantes, and... Otherwise, what a failure in this life?" "And what?" Song Siming shook his head and smiled without answering. "Do you have them all?" "If I want." Just as he was talking, Haizao's cell phone rang. "Hey, sister! Ah! Did you call me? I can't receive it. My old mobile phone is broken. I just got a new one...I'm out and I can't go back today. Tomorrow, I'll see you... ...Well, I'll take it to you. I'm afraid the bank won't be open. Weekend. Well, wait for me. Bye." After one phone call, Seaweed became silent.He was still in high spirits just now, but suddenly, like a discouraged ball, he folded his arms pitifully and stopped talking. Secretary Song glanced at Haizao from the corner of his eyes: "Whose phone number? Your sister? Your name is Haizao, what is her name? Dolphin?" Secretary Song wanted to stimulate Haizao to speak.Seaweed didn't answer, and went into a sleepwalking state again, looking out of the window without focus. "Why are you suddenly upset, Seaweed? What's the matter?" "fine." "You have something to do. Tell me, maybe I can help?" "My sister asked me to have dinner tomorrow." "Don't you want to go? Then just say no!" "No, I want to go. But I promised to bring the money, but I can't get the money out for some reason. I don't know what to say when I go. Oh, forget it, things at home are annoying." "Why can't I take it out? The bank is not open on weekends?" "No. It's complicated." Secretary Song understood. "I have it here, you can use it first." Seeing Haizao's refusal, Secretary Song hurriedly said, "I borrowed it from you. You must pay it back when you have it!" Seaweed thought for a while and asked, "When do you want it?" "Give it to me when you have it." "Then how can you borrow other people's money for no reason?" "Am I someone else?" "Are not you?" "Maybe it is now, but after getting along for a long time, you won't feel it." Haizao looked at Secretary Song in puzzlement. "Oh! You just treat me as your big brother." Secretary Song hurriedly explained. Seaweed smiled: "Big brother? Then you are too old, right? Uncle is about the same." Secretary Song stroked his hair helplessly, straightened his hands on the steering wheel, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, took a long while to catch his breath, and replied depressedly: "Am I really old?" Haizao turned her head and looked at Secretary Song carefully: "It's really old." "Guo Haizao! You!" Seaweed bit her lip in embarrassment, considering whether to go back on her word, for the sake of 20,000 yuan. "Not too old." Secretary Song was still depressed. "So...a little old?" Haizao tilted his head to observe Secretary Song's expression, carefully choosing his words. Secretary Song couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to laugh. "Well, it's not too old. I changed my mind because you helped me! I finally understand why I am short-handed. However, if you want me to praise you for being young again, I will return the money to you." You, no more borrowing." Secretary Song finally couldn't help laughing loudly: "Naughty seaweed." On Sunday morning, Song Siming's home.It's small, cramped, and the furniture is old, everything looks plain.The lover went out, and the daughter went to the teacher's house for tutoring. Song Siming observed himself carefully in the mirror: "Youngest? Why do I always feel young? In the eyes of 25-year-old Haizao, am I really old?" Song Siming's heart was filled with a familiar impulse that he once had, his blood boiled like a boy with a hairy head.These days, from the first day he saw seaweed, he always saw the ordinary little girl in front of his eyes.She is so ordinary, not to mention pretty, with clear soup noodle hair and no powder, but I don't know where and what kind of demeanor moved Song Siming's heart so much.Maybe it's the kind of expression that can sleepwalk into one's own fairy tale world at any time, and those simple eyes like periods. Song Siming only flattered one person, and everyone was flattering Song Siming.He is used to people singing praises - "young and promising", "promising future", "young talent".After listening a lot, Song Siming maintained the feeling of standing at thirty, both in consciousness and mood.In Song Siming's eyes, 30 years old is a beautiful age, with aggressiveness and physical strength, not so simple mind, open and mature ideology.Although he is 42 years old this year, he stubbornly believes that he is only in his early thirties. until it hits seaweed. Seaweed is 25 years old.Among the girls Song Siming has met, there are young and beautiful girls with all kinds of charms, from models with beautiful figures to petite young women, all of them have good looks.But it doesn't leave any impression, as if I can't remember who I ate with the day before yesterday, or what wine I drank yesterday.Whenever someone kindly invites: "Secretary Song, let's experience life with the masses!" and then pretends to go to feast, Secretary Song always says flatly: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in this." But this seaweed, when he bowed his head, smiled sweetly, with two dimples at the corners of his mouth, his eyes sometimes rolled around, and sometimes his gaze wandered.Her aura is concentrated in those two eyes, which are clear but affectionate. Yes, affectionately.There is a kind of pent-up and penetrating emotion in it, and it just needs to be lightly clicked, and it will rush out. Song Siming can imagine that those bright eyes will one day be crystal clear, moist and hot tears will flow out, just for him. "She will be mine. I want her to know how young I am!" Song Siming made up his mind in the mirror. Haizao came out after lunch at Haiping's and made an appointment with Xiaobei on Huaihai Road. Seaweed rarely takes Xiao Bei to Haiping's house.The place is too small to turn around. The two of them holding hands in the street Window Shopping.In the words of seaweed: "Just look at it, don't buy it, capture fashion." Seaweed will never buy a piece of New Arrival clothes, no matter how fierce the advertisement is posted, no matter Sammi Cheng, Carina Lau or foreign movie stars, they can't pry open the door of Seaweed Popeye money bag.The clothes Haiza bought are all classic styles, which are sold after 50% off.She desperately tried on new styles when they came out, and then aimed at that one, often looking at it, waiting for it, until one day it became a product for sale in the closet. "Look! New LV bag!" Beckham pointed to the window. Haizao curled her lips: "It's not interesting at all. It was carried by the landlady, and at least 50 years old." "Hey! PRADA's flagship store has opened!" Beckham pointed again. "That one! A big flashy liar, he is not even willing to use a piece of real leather, and dares to use plastic cloth and artificial leather to make up for it. It's not as good as LV!" "Huh? What is GA?" "Go Away. It means to go away." "Nonsense, it says, Giorgio Armani." "Counterfeit. That's not how the real Armani is written." "Ayo! I'm dizzy! How do you pronounce this? It's so long! It's written in a mess. The handwriting is not neat at all." Xiaobei muttered alone. "You just call it fly, Garbone!" said the seaweed. Xiaobei: "What do you mean?" Seaweed: "The bird's wings haven't grown well, it's flying! It's jumping! It's breaking its bones. That's how it's pronounced." Beckham: "Flying and dancing?" Seaweed: "Easy to remember?" Xiaobei: "How do you know everything?" Seaweed: "Cut, girls hang out in groups, you'll know after listening too much." The seaweed suddenly stopped and couldn't move.