A far-reaching plan

The memory of youth campus is the most unforgettable part of life for everyone.

Cheng Cunzheng rushed to the dormitory quickly and helped Cheng Weiyue move the messy luggage downstairs.

"It's time to ask your mother to change a room for you. How can you fit so many things into your current bedroom?" Cheng Cunzheng muttered quietly as he moved things downstairs.

Cheng Weiyue heard it funny and turned around to look at Cheng Cunzheng: "There are only so many rooms in the house. If I change again, I will change to the master bedroom of you and mother."

The houses in Tinglan Hutong are all small in layout. The room Cheng Weiyue lives in now is already the largest room in the house except the master bedroom of Zhao Ruolan and Cheng Cunzheng.

"Yeah, it's really hard to live in such a small room." Cheng Cunzheng's tone was very serious. He paused and said: "Yueyue, will dad buy you a house in the center of Jingcheng City?"

The two of them had already reached the downstairs of the dormitory. Cheng Weiyue turned around in shock when she heard this, looked at Cheng Cunzheng, and said, "Dad, why did you say such a thing all of a sudden? The house at home is fine, why do you suddenly want to buy me a house?"

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Cheng Cunzheng did not answer and put the luggage into the trunk of the car for Cheng Weiyue.

Cheng Cunzheng bought his car very early, when Cheng Weiyue was in kindergarten. After so many years, the car was old and had the smell of old leather.

Cheng Weiyue was sitting in the passenger seat, playing with her fingers around the seat belt.

Cheng Cunzheng drove the car silently. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly said: "Ning Ning, do you know why dad returned to Beijing University to work?"

Cheng Weiyue was stunned and guessed it.

"Is it for me?"

"Yes, for my baby daughter." Cheng Cunzheng glanced at Cheng Weiyue and looked away.

The car drove on the road at a neither fast nor slow speed.

Cheng Cunzheng said: "As a daughter like you, my father will always make plans for your future. Regardless of whether Zuohou Tinglan Hutong is demolished or not, I will prepare a house of your own for you. This is your future."

You can stay close to me."

Cheng Weiyue felt unspeakably complicated and whispered: "But Dad, I don't need you to work so hard for me at such an old age."

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can this be called hard work?" Cheng Cunzheng has always been serious and unsmiling. He has been a teacher and role model his whole life, and he is always more majestic than kind.

But at this moment, he became gentle and kind. He said: "The house prices in Jingcheng are too high. Dad doesn't have the ability to buy it for you in full. But I work as a part-time job at Beijing University and my monthly allowance is just right."

Enough for the monthly payment.”

"dad..."

"In a few years, when dad can't do it anymore, you'll have to rely on yourself. Dad's abilities are limited. Ning Ning, just don't blame me."

Cheng Weiyue could see that Cheng Cun was determined to buy a house.

But as a child, how can I bear to have my father work so hard for me when he is old enough to retire?

Cheng Weiyue looked at Cheng Cunzheng a little sadly. She choked and said: "Dad, I don't need it. Don't make yourself so tired for me."

Cheng Cunzheng said that he would feel at ease only if Cheng Weiyue had his own house.

At night, Zhao Ruolan cooked a lot of dishes, all home-cooked dishes. Cheng Weiyue took a photo of Zhou Jingwei and said that she was about to eat.

She sat down opposite Cheng Cunzheng, and as soon as she picked up the chopsticks, Zhao Ruolan slapped them away.

Cheng Weiyue sighed and said: "Mom, I have been cleaning up in the dormitory all day today. I am very tired. Can you let me have some food?"

"What can we eat? The guests haven't come yet!" Zhao Ruolan glanced at her and said, "There are no rules at all!"

Only then did Cheng Weiyue realize that there were indeed a few more dishes on the table today than usual.

Cheng Weiyue was curious: "Which guest?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a clear and clean male voice came from the door.

Cheng Weiyue looked over following the sound and saw Jiang Jinran standing in the courtyard with a large bag of stuff in his hand.

Zhao Ruolan had already walked out, and she was still mumbling: "You kid, just come, why are you bringing such a thing?"

"I brought some casually, I don't know what my uncle and aunt like." Jiang Jinran smiled like a good student, with the word "well-behaved" carved on his forehead.

Probably because of this, his short red-black hair is even more eye-catching.

Dusk has come to an end, and the sky is also in full swing of red, which matches Jiang Jinran's hair very well.

"Oh, your uncle and aunt are not picky, they will eat anything." Zhao Ruolan took the big bag from Jiang Jinran's hand and said with a smile: "Next time you come over, don't bring food! Do you know? Auntie will give it to you tonight.

You made a few dishes that you loved when you were a child, try them to see if they suit your taste."

Jiang Jinran said thank you very politely.

There was only one empty seat next to Cheng Weiyue on the dining table. Jiang Jinran sat down naturally, winked at Cheng Weiyue and said, "What a coincidence, why are you at home too?"

"I'm going back to my own home, why should I talk to you?" Cheng Weiyue poked the rice in front of her and muttered in a low voice: "You are really good at packing, what kind of sack are you!"

Jiang Jinran was overjoyed. He smiled with white teeth and said in a low voice, "Why are you just pretending? I'm all sincere, okay? I respect and love my uncle and aunt from the bottom of my heart."

"I haven't seen you respect and love their daughter."

"Did I ask you to pay last time not long ago? At worst, I'll treat you next time?"

Cheng Weiyue said no need.

Zhao Ruolan came out with old hen soup and asked curiously: "What don't you need?"

Cheng Cunzheng, who was drinking a small drink, raised his head and looked at Cheng Weiyue.

Cheng Weiyue said it was nothing, got up and poured a bowl of chicken soup for Cheng Cunzheng.

After the meal, the most active people at the table were Zhao Ruolan and Jiang Jinran.

Jiang Jinran was really sweet-tongued. After one meal, he coaxed Zhao Ruolan into smiling so hard that she almost recognized Jiang Jinran as his son.

"You kid is really annoying. If Ning Ning could speak half as well as you, I wouldn't know how happy I would be!" After Zhao Ruolan finished speaking, she bumped Cheng Weiyue with her elbow, who was busy eating. She felt a little annoyed and even more angry.

Most of them are angry: "Little girl, you know how to make me angry all day long!"

Cheng Weiyue picked up a piece of fat and thin braised pork and almost fell off it when Zhao Ruolan bumped into it.

She put the braised pork on the rice, clasped her hands towards Zhao Ruolan, and said, "Mom, have you heard a sentence?"

Zhao Ruolan asked what to say.

Cheng Weiyue said: "A man's mouth is a liar."

"Why are you talking, little girl?" Jiang Jinran was still laughing sullenly, but Cheng Cunzheng had already put down his chopsticks, and a knife flew over.
Chapter completed!