"Thank you, my tour guide is not competent today, and the renting of the office building was also delayed."

The newly bought big G parked at the entrance of the lane. Yang Ziyan, who was full of smiles, picked up her things and said apologetically to Yin Jun before getting off the car.

"It's nothing, I'll just find an agent later." Yin Jun said nonchalantly.

"Then I wish you good luck in Shenzhen." After thanking Yang Ziyan, she opened the door and got out of the car. After blessing Yin Jun, she picked up her bag and walked deeper into the alley.

Yin Jun did not leave immediately. He looked at the tall and graceful figure through the lights of residents' houses, walking deep into the alley, turning into a residential house, and then started the car and left.

Yang Ziyan lives in a prime location, within a five-minute walk of the North Bund, the Bund, and Nanjing Road Pedestrian Street.

But in a big city like Shanghai, a good location does not mean rich people or good living conditions.

Many indigenous people live in conditions that are worse than those of the ant tribe. This is not hearsay, but something that Yin Jun saw with his own eyes in his previous life, in Shi Jie's house.

They are a family of five living in a house of more than 40 square meters. There is no independent toilet or independent kitchen. It is stained and dirty and has a long-lasting musty smell. For Yin Jun, who grew up in a spacious and clean environment, it feels like he is dying.

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Some people may say that as long as it is developed and demolished, they can get a large amount of compensation and be allocated several apartments at once, but this is completely the imagination of outsiders.

Not to mention that many houses in Shanghai have historical protection value and will not be demolished easily. Even if they are demolished, the compensation and houses allocated will be very different from what outsiders imagine.

It is true that some indigenous people have made fortunes through demolition, but more of them are still poor, and many of them live in more embarrassment than the outsiders they look down on.

……

"Yanyan, I'm back."

"Yanyan, the longer she grows, the more beautiful she becomes."

"Yanyan, when will you bring your boyfriend back?"

After Yang Ziyan entered the building, she happened to meet her neighbor who was playing mahjong in the public area of ​​the lobby on the first floor. Yang Ziyan responded one by one, and then walked upstairs on the creaking wooden stairs with her clothes in her arms.

When they reached the fourth floor, the gossips from the seemingly friendly neighbors below started to spread intermittently. Yang Ziyan usually left quickly, but today she stopped.

"She's so beautiful. She's even prettier than the stars on TV when she's dressed up like this."

"Originally, her life was better, and she was still a rich young lady. It's just because her father is too greedy."

"The little girl is quite miserable. Not only is she completely destitute now, but she also has to bear the medical expenses of the old man. It's really a sin."

"Her mother is really not a human being. She was so pampered by her husband before that she could buy whatever she wanted. When something happened, she not only abandoned her husband and daughter, but she also became someone's mistress at a young age. It's really shameless."

"Hey! Tell me, will your little girl imitate her mother?"

"What's going on?"

"I don't know if I saw it wrong. When I came back from the park with my grandson in the afternoon, I saw Yanyan getting out of an expensive-looking car."

"You have no basis for this. You can't just ask a little girl to have a boyfriend. Is there anything strange about finding a rich boyfriend with her appearance?"

"It makes sense. However, those young masters are just looking for her for fun. I think it is impossible to marry her. After all, they are not in the right family now."

……

The usually kind neighbors became more and more outrageous as they talked, with a kind of schadenfreude as if they were repenting of hatred. Yang Ziyan really couldn't stand listening anymore, and walked through a dark corridor to where she now lives.<

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"Nanny, you are back."

Before Yang Ziyan could open the door, the people inside heard the sound and opened the door. The lights in the room illuminated Yang Ziyan, who had originally looked solemn, but a bright smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Grandpa and grandma, you don't have to wait for me."

"It's okay, your grandpa and I can't sleep. Have you eaten yet? Today we made your favorite sweet and sour short ribs. I'll heat them up for you." Yang Ziyan's grandparents loved her very much and greeted her as soon as she entered the door.

Yang Ziyan asked for help.

"No, grandparents, I've eaten."

Yang Ziyan immediately declined politely. Not to mention that she was full now, even if she was not full, she did not dare to ask her grandparents to help her get food.

As Yin Jun guessed, Yang Ziyan lived in an old Shanghai residential building similar to the "Tongzilou". There was no independent kitchen, and hot meals had to go to the public kitchen downstairs. It was fine during the day, but at night Yang Ziyan did not dare to let two people in their seventies

, and the old man with bad eyesight went downstairs to get food for her.

"Okay, then let's talk to my grandparents."

The two old people didn't show off. Grandma Yang Ziyan took the bag from her granddaughter, then kindly took Yang Ziyan's hand and walked inside.

This house is only 30 square meters, which is already cramped and small. After adding a wardrobe, dining table, cupboards and bed, the space for people to move becomes even smaller.

However, the location of this house is indeed excellent. Looking out from the window, you can have an unobstructed view of the most prosperous place in Pudong, Lujiazui Business District. The lights from the buildings on the other side are shining through. If you don't feel dizzy and uncomfortable with the colorful lights, you don't need to turn on the lights in the house.

Lamp.

After bringing her granddaughter to the bed and sitting down, she looked at her even more beautiful granddaughter after dressing up. She felt proud, distressed, and a little scared. She said cautiously: "Yanyan, you don't have to be too anxious. Grandpa and grandma's pension will be increased."

Up, I have more than 5,000 yuan a month. If you live frugally, it will be enough to support your father."

Yang Ziyan, who listened to the neighbor's gossip in the stairwell, understood what her grandma was worried about. She smiled and said, "I know grandma, the reason why I go out dressed so beautifully is because I want to take photos and sell clothes online."

"Okay, then you should be more careful." Grandma Yang Ziyan still had many questions, but thinking about the changes her granddaughter had suffered in the past two years, she felt even more sorry for her granddaughter. She could only sigh in her heart and look at her husband.

After that, I didn’t ask again.

"Would you like to take a bath? Grandma will look after you."

"No, I didn't sweat today."

Yang Ziyan smiled and shook her head. She didn't want to take a shower, but she knew how charming she was. Even with her grandma to watch over her, Yang Ziyan didn't dare to take a shower in the public restroom.

After tidying up her clothes, Yang Ziyan went to the public restroom to remove her makeup and wash up. When she came back half an hour later, she was extremely gentle, fearing to wake up her grandparents who were already asleep on the bed outside.

After entering the back room, Yang Ziyan did not go to bed immediately. Instead, she came to the balcony and looked at the prosperity that had been so dazzling after her family was broken up.

From Yang Ziyan's perspective, she could have a clear view of Shanghai's landmark buildings such as the Oriental Pearl Tower, Jin Mao Tower, and the Jinmao Hyatt Hotel, which had just opened for more than a month.

At night, these buildings are even more dazzling under the lights and decorations. This dream-like scene makes Yang Ziyan feel in a trance.

More than two hours ago, she was in a luxurious and vast hotel, but now she was in a simple and small birdcage room. This extreme contrast between heaven and earth made Yang Ziyan unable to accept it. The unwillingness in her heart...

The accumulated emotions such as grievance and hatred completely burst out.

Silent crying, silent tears.

I don't know how long it took for her to stop her weakness. After wiping away her tears, Yang Ziyan's eyes were still blurred, looking at the Shangri-La Hotel where Yin Jun now lives, and further away, the person who originally belonged to her could no longer see from her position.

Her home, Yang Ziyan murmured to herself.
Chapter completed!