When he hit the third sound, Zhao Ming found a sneaky figure not far away from the corner of his eyes, holding his cell phone to take a photo of him.

This wretched and amateur tail made Zhao Ming feel a little annoyed.

A few minutes later, a slightly fat man in his forties wearing a decent suit was grabbed by Zhao Ming, and a new rich mobile phone became a spoil.

Although the man with glasses is a little bit naughty, he doesn't look like the kind of gay man who is hungry and irresistible. On the contrary, he has a little pampered and rich attitude and a bit of literary style. So Zhao Ming just deleted the few photos he took and did not attack him. He said coldly: "Why follow me and secretly take pictures?"

"Misunderstanding, these are all misunderstandings!" The man in glasses struggled in a mess, "You should be Zhao Ming, right?"

"Do you know me?" Zhao Ming let go of his hand in surprise.

"Oh, it's really a misunderstanding!" The man in glasses got up and smiled bitterly, not caring about tidying up his clothes, and nodding and bowing with a little flattering look, "Little surname Du. I have been taking care of your mother's grave for several years. Today is not her day of worship, and I came here to worship him. Haven't you met?"

The surname is Du?

Zhao Ming understood and frowned, "Why didn't he come in person?"

"This..." The man with eyes couldn't answer a little, and his face twitched a few times and immediately changed into an excited and surprised smile, "Young Master Zhao, you are finally back. He has been reading you! If it's convenient, please leave a phone number..."

"Shut up, what young man?" Zhao Ming interrupted him in disgust and glanced at his kitsch fat face. If it weren't for the fact that he had taken care of his mother's grave, he would have slapped him and "bring his phone."

"Yes, yes." The man in glasses was overjoyed and hurriedly handed over the rich man's cell phone.

Zhao Ming entered his own phone number, "You go, you won't need to take care of this place in the future."

"Thank you, thank you!" The man in the eyes left with great gratitude.

Zhao Ming walked back to the tombstone, and the smile on his face had a bitter taste, "Mom, I really want to forgive him, after all, he is my only relative in this world. But he doesn't want to come to worship you in person."

"We, the soldiers!"

The phone that Zhao Mingxin bought rang, and the sound quality of the external broadcast was very loud and noisy. I looked at the phone number of the phone and was very familiar with it. After so many years, he has not changed this number.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Ming answered the phone.

"Hello, boss." Zhao Ming has maintained this title for him for many years.

"A Ming, why don't you contact me first when you come back? Why did you suddenly leave the army for several years? Where have you been going and what have you done?" The other party was a middle-aged male voice, with a slow but pure but heavy voice, with a natural majesty faintly revealing a hint of earnestness.

"I'm going abroad, I'm working as an illegal worker to clean dishes, driving a dump truck and working as a seafarer, and doing all kinds of work." Zhao Ming's voice tried his best to calm down.

"No matter what, it's good to come back." The other party obviously sighed lightly and his tone became more friendly. "I have been bad for the years. I owe you mother and son too much. I will try my best to make up for you. I hope you can come to me as soon as possible to meet and talk to me, and all these are easy to arrange for your work, marriage and future life."

"No need." Zhao Ming's tone was a little indifferent, "I can arrange my life myself, and I will fight for whatever I want myself. If you really hope that I can live a good life, please try not to disturb me. I just want to live the life I want. I am not used to being arranged by anyone, nor do I like to eat whoever is ready-made."

"..." The other party was silent for a long time and sighed softly, "After so many years, you are still resentful to me. Well, I don't force you or force anything. I will give you enough time and freedom to adapt to the new living environment and think about some things clearly. But there is one thing I know you will definitely accept now. Or it originally belonged to you, but now it is just returned to you."

"What?"

"I have renovated the old house you and your mother lived in."

An hour later, the man in glasses returned and drove a black car to wait for Zhao Ming at the gate of the cemetery. Seeing Zhao Ming coming out of the inside, he trotted forward, bowed his waist and handed over a bunch of keys and a file bag respectfully. The smile on his face clearly was the flattery of "a slave to pay tribute to his master", "Mr. Zhao, this is your key and property certificate, please keep it."

Zhao Ming took it in his hand, and the man in glasses hurriedly said, "That urban area has undergone large-scale demolition and renovation, and the road is not easy to find. Why don't you let me send it to you?"

"Okay." Zhao Ming got into the car, opened the file bag and looked at the property certificate, and said strangely: "Why are the names of two people on the property certificate?"

"I don't know this. Why don't you call him and ask him directly?" The man in glasses answered carefully while driving.

Zhao Ming did not call, but sent a text message to the boss, "Who is Mu Xuanxuan? Why is her name on the property certificate?"

The boss replied to the text message, "Do you still remember that when you were very young, there were two families living in the small courtyard house at home? Except for our family, the surname Mu."

After saying this, Zhao Ming remembered that when Zhao Ming was very young, another family lived in the old tile house in the courtyard of the old house. Later, when Zhao Ming was five or six years old, the Mu family moved out. Some of the remaining old houses were rented out by Zhao Ming's mother for rent and supplementing the household income.

If two families renovate their own ancestral houses and then apply for a real estate certificate together, it is understandable. After all, in places like Yanhua New City Economic Development Zone, it is more difficult than climbing to the sky, and it is not enough to have money.

Zhao Ming decided to see what the new home looks like first.

"I won't disturb you. If there is anything in the future, Mr. Zhao will give me instructions. In Yanhua City, I can do some small things." The man in glasses sent Zhao Ming to the bank of Canglang River located in Xincheng Economic Development Zone, and was very sensible and left with a business card.

Zhao Ming looked at the familiar and unfamiliar courtyard in front of him, and countless childhood memories emerged in his mind. Yes, this is where Zhao Ming lived for eighteen years. However, the old wooden door, mud patio and green brick flat house had been replaced by a bird gun, a high wall automatic iron gate, and a flat and dry cement yard with small flower beds. A traditional tall mansion, on the first floor, is an overhead tide floor of more than two meters high, which is made of a garage and a mixed house. Walking up a dragon-tail fan-shaped staircase, there is a corridor running through the independent balcony of each room. The tall Roman columns are quite powerful, an aluminum alloy door and a small door connecting the kitchen next to it are obviously the entrance to the room.

The only thing that remained the same was the old well that was preserved like an antique, and a osmanthus tree planted by my mother.

The style of the house is completely different from the townhouses or garden villas in the villa group, and it is more like a traditional mansion house built by people in the water town of Jiangnan.

Zhao Ming took out the key and opened the door and entered. First, there was a unique entrance and a convenient and simple cloakroom, and then a very high-top and luxurious living room. Overall, it was a pastoral decoration, simple and warm and yet elegant. There was a restaurant next to it that was enough to accommodate a dozen people to hold parties together. The style was fashionable and rigorously laid out. In addition, there was a master bedroom, three guest rooms and a computer study. From the spiral staircase on one side to the top, there was a traditional glazed roof with a glazed roof. There was also a small stone gazebo that could cool off in summer. There was a porch in the pavilion and a purely handmade water bamboo chair and a small mahogany coffee table. It was very clean. It seemed that people often came here to relax and enjoy the cool.

Less than fifty meters away from the river bank on the left side of the mansion is the Canglang River where Zhao Ming often swims and plays with water and fishes and shrimps when he was a child. Behind the house and between the walls, a small piece of old natural bamboo forest is rarely preserved.

Compared with those commercial houses like pigeon cages and artificially stacked pseudo-green villa groups, the Zhao family’s old house, which is unique in Jiangnan water town, is classical and elegant, comfortable to luxury. The nearby area is full of newly built villas and commercial housing communities. Zhao Ming can guess how this old house survived demolition and was able to be renovated privately, and even expanded part of the foundation in this place where every inch of land is valuable.

But how can two families share ownership of such a private house? It is obvious that there is a woman living in this room. She should be a woman with a good income, a good taste, and some kind of obsessed with cleanliness. It is probably the one Mu Xuanxuan.

Zhao Ming sent a text message to the boss, "Thank you. However, there will be property rights disputes in the house."

The boss replied to the text message: "No, Lao Mu and I have been old friends for decades. His daughter Mu Xuanxuan had a baby marriage with you back then. Didn't your mother mention it to you?"

Baby kiss?!

Zhao Ming was surprised first, then laughed out loud, what age is it that I still have a baby kiss? When the Mu family moved out, I was only four or five years old and I have never seen this neighbor again. My mother would not be so bored to mention such unreliable things to me.

Zhao Ming was too lazy to reply to text messages to his boss and nagged this matter. He could solve any problems himself. When Mu Xuanxuan came back and saw a living person, she would just be bombarded with a girl. She would let her go to the devil. Anyway, Zhao Ming, the old house, would definitely not give up on someone, let alone suing him, even if he triggered a world war. If he was a beautiful girl, Zhao Ming would not particularly dislike him.

Later, Zhao Ming went to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and prepared to cook a meal and drink a little wine by himself, which was to celebrate his housewarming. The kitchen was full of cooking utensils but it was very new without any smoke. It can be seen that there had not been a fire cooking here. Zhao Ming worked in the kitchen for a while and made four dishes and soups of beer duck, sweet and sour pork ribs, leeks and eggs, stir-fried bean sprouts and stewed river crucian carp. All of them were often made by my mother during her lifetime, and both the mother and the mother also liked to eat.

By this time, it was already dark.

Zhao Ming put two sets of bowls and chopsticks, poured two cups of Erguotou, raised his glass to the opposite side of the empty dining table, and smiled and said, "Mom, we are back home. Come, my son, I wish you a cup to celebrate the renewal of the old house and the joy of moving to the house!"

After drinking not much, Zhao Ming heard the sound of the automatic gate opening of the house and the sound of the car. With the outstanding ear skills learned from his special experience over the years, Zhao Ming heard the roar of the engine and judged that it was a Mercedes-Benz S600 series.
Chapter completed!