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Chapter 173 Moving and showing her the way home

It took Cao Sheng several days to sign the contract, transfer ownership, and move.

The original owner did not take away the furniture, home appliances and some pots and pans in the villa, but left them all to Cao Sheng. Therefore, Cao Sheng's move was also very simple. He mainly just had to move the computer, some frequently worn clothes and shoes, etc. to the new home.

He didn't even need to ask anyone for help. He loaded all these things into the car by himself, and after a few trips back and forth, he completed the moving job.

It turned out that he could move into the house at any time because the furniture, home appliances and daily necessities inside were still there.

The villa was so large that he asked two cleaning ladies to help clean it.

On the night he officially moved into the villa, he cooked several dishes, including beer duck, braised pork, steamed mandarin fish, sweet and sour spare ribs, a pot of chicken soup and two stir-fries.

Served with a bottle of rice wine.

He was very excited when cooking, but when he sat alone in the restaurant facing the table full of food and wine, he felt a little lonely.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to call Huang Qingya, asking her to come and eat together and help warm up the house for him.

But after thinking about it, he put down his phone.

First of all, by the time she arrived, all the food on the table would have been cold.

Secondly, on the surface, they are now in a state of breakup. This phone call might make her family find out that they are not really broken up, and then cause conflicts in her family.

He smiled, opened the bottle and poured himself a glass.

A person eats and drinks in silence.

A person's life, before rebirth, he has lived for many years.

He has a girlfriend occasionally, but she is just a passer-by in his life, which is in line with the old saying: All the ships that have passed by are not the one he is, the setting sun shines on the water leisurely.

It is just like his career as a writer: success is accidental, failure is the norm.

That night, he drank a bottle of rice wine by himself, but didn't eat much of the food on the table.

When the bottle was empty, he didn't get any more wine.

I didn't think about writing tonight.

They are moving today, and according to the custom in his hometown, he should rest today.

With his eyes blurred by drunkenness, he put down his empty wine glass and looked around the villa at the antique Chinese-style decoration. Looking at such a beautiful villa and thinking that this villa already belonged to him, a complicated smile appeared on his face.

He found himself feeling particularly sentimental tonight, recalling many past events.

Thinking back to before high school, although his family was ordinary and his food, clothing and other expenses were not as good as many people, as a top student in the eyes of his teachers, he looked at everyone with confidence and believed that he would have a bright future.

At that time, his brows were full of confidence.

The prettiest girl in the class wrote him a love letter, but he wasn't interested in even reading it.

I feel that such a girl is not worthy of me.

It was not until I entered high school that I realized that the middle school I attended was ranked among the bottom three in the county. As a so-called top student, I discovered that I was very ordinary.

No matter how hard he tries, he can never catch up with the real academic masters. Compared with the real academic masters, he has obvious shortcomings that he can't make up for no matter what he does.

When he entered university, he found that many teachers and classmates could not understand his dialect accent.

After entering society, I found that I knew nothing about many social practices.

After I started writing online articles, I discovered that there were many people who were better than me.

It seems that at every stage of his life, he has his own shortcomings that are difficult to make up for.

Every shortcoming will take him at least several years to make up for.

He knew how difficult his journey had been.

Therefore, he did not feel much joy about the villa in front of him, but just felt that everything was like a dream.

Such a villa should not be owned by a mediocre person like him.

He stood up and staggered to the large balcony in front of the living room on the second floor. He held the railing with both hands and looked out at the riverside at night. The lights were reflected in his eyes.

The night wind blew on his face and body, and a smile gradually appeared on his face again.

"Don't look back! Don't look back!"

He whispered to himself.

Because of the embarrassment in the past, he never likes to recall the past or look back.

Because he was afraid that if he recalled too many things, he would feel tired and lose the courage to keep moving forward.

That night, he had a dream.

In his dream, he returned to his childhood, when he was about six or seven years old, sleeping on a bamboo bed outside the house with his parents to enjoy the cool air.

The night sky is full of stars, and countless stars are blinking in the night sky.

His mother was fanning him beside him, and his father was on the other side, telling him that there was a person named Chang'e living on the moon, and there was a man named Wu Gang who was chopping osmanthus trees on the moon. At that time, he stared at the moon curiously, trying to see clearly whether there was really a person chopping trees on the moon.
His father also told him ghost stories.

At that time, he didn't feel scared, but rather enjoyed listening to it.

That was his fondest childhood memory.

After waking up from the dream, he was reluctant to open his eyes for a long time.

I still want to continue this dream, but it is obviously impossible.

He opened his eyes and started a new day. The memories of the past night seemed to have no effect on him. He went for a morning run, had breakfast, took a shower in the villa, and went to the study on the third floor to start writing the outline of the next book.

He didn't have the habit of typing in the morning, but recently he gradually developed the habit of writing an outline in the morning.

There is no specific state of mind required to write an outline. As long as you can think of some inspiration, just write it down and you can reorganize it later.

After lunch, he went to the traffic police station to get his license plate.

Yes, today his car can finally be registered.

evening.

He drove his new car with a license plate to the roadside outside the Huizhou Writers Association building and waited quietly for Huang Qingya to get off work.

He wanted to see her reaction when she saw the car.

He wanted to see her after not seeing her for a few days.

About half an hour later, he saw several staff members coming out of the gate of the Writers Association one after another. They must have been off work.

When these staff members walked out of the Writers Association after getting off work, they saw a brand new black BMW sedan parked on the side of the road and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

After all, there are not many BMWs on the streets these days.

They couldn't see Cao Sheng clearly in the car because the windows were covered with film.

After waiting for a while, Cao Sheng finally saw Huang Qingya coming out of the gate.

She was wearing a black one-step skirt today, paired with a white short-sleeved shirt and black high heels. It was a very ordinary combination, but on her, it looked sexy.

On her face, which looked like the jade-faced Guanyin, she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Intellectual with a hint of fashion.

She also glanced at his BMW twice, and Cao Sheng saw that she frowned.

She paused and walked towards this side with a sullen face.

He looked on with a smile.

Watching her come to the passenger door, she raised her hand and knocked on the car window.

He then slowly lowered the passenger window, and when she saw his smiling face, her originally calm expression suddenly turned into surprise.

She frowned and subconsciously took two steps back, looking at his car carefully. She even walked a few quick steps to the front of the car and looked at the license plate number. When she saw the license plate number clearly, the surprise on her face turned into astonishment. She suddenly laughed and looked up at Cao Sheng in the driver's seat and shook her head with a smile. She went back to the passenger door with a smile on her face, opened the door, and sat in the car.

After closing the car door, she pursed her lips and turned to look at him with a smile on her face, "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You deliberately bought the same car as my eldest brother? And you made the license plate numbers so similar? I was wondering why you were so curious a few days ago. Not only did you ask what car my eldest brother drove, you also asked what color and license plate number it was. So you had this in mind? What are you doing? You must have spent a lot of money on it, right?"

Cao Sheng chuckled, "Is it fun?"

Huang Qingya laughed and pointed at him, "You! You're like a little kid. You spent so much money to buy a car like this, just for fun?"

Cao Sheng started the car and turned around to leave.

While driving, he said, "It's just fun by the way. Anyway, I want to buy a car recently."

She reached for her seatbelt.

Then he asked casually, "You came here today just to show me your new car?"

Cao Sheng: "I'll show you around the door."

Huang Qingya thought he was wrong, "What door? Are you recognizing the car? Are you worried that I won't be able to recognize your car in the future?"

Cao Sheng: "No! I really just want to recognize the door."

She turned around and looked at him with a bit of amusement, "Recognize your car door?"

Cao Sheng: "You will know in a moment."

She blinked, thought for a moment, and said in surprise: "You didn't buy a house, did you? Knowing the house... Only when you change your residence, it is called knowing the house, right?"

Cao Sheng nodded with a smile.

Huang Qingya: “???”

"Did you really buy a house? No! Isn't that house of yours quite nice? Why are you so keen on buying a house? When the summer vacation just started, you took me to Beijing to buy courtyard houses and storefronts. You bought so many. Now you're back in Huizhou and you're buying another house? Can you live here?"

It is hard for people of this generation to imagine how high domestic housing prices will rise in a few years.

So, she couldn't understand why Cao Sheng liked buying houses so much.

It was not until she saw Cao Sheng drive the car into the yard of a villa, and especially when the car turned the corner and arrived in front of the villa, she was stunned when she saw the large yard of nearly 100 square meters and the main body of the beautiful three-story villa.

Looking at the garden-like greenery outside the car and the front of the villa, she opened her mouth slightly in surprise.

Cao Sheng unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car, smiling and calling her, "Hey! Beautiful girl, get out of the car! Get out and watch first!"

She came back to her senses, looked at him, nodded, and got out of the car.

After getting off the car, she turned around and looked around the courtyard. When she looked at Cao Sheng again, she still couldn't believe it. "You bought this place? This is a villa, right? You actually bought a villa?"

Cao Sheng smiled, "What's so surprising? I even bought a courtyard house in Beijing, you know that."

She shook her head, walked up to him, and said with emotion: "Can a courtyard house be compared with a villa? What's so good about that shabby courtyard? How can it be as beautiful as this villa? You really know how to enjoy life! You're so young, and you've already bought a villa. Are you bringing me here to show off today?"

Hearing her say that a siheyuan cannot be compared with a villa, Cao Sheng wanted to laugh, but he also knew that in the eyes of many people, a siheyuan these days is indeed inferior to a villa.

Because of the high-class status of the courtyard house, it has not been hyped up yet.

(End of this chapter)