Although the time has just arrived in October, the early autumn sky still retains the heat of summer, but Song Wenbin's home is as cold as the cold winter of March 9th.
A customary family inquest is taking place.
The center of the interrogation is Song Wenbin, who returned from a month's work in the Caribbean.
"You aborted the child?"
Song Wenbin's father asked in an unbelievable tone.
As soon as he returned home, there were not many greetings, and Song Wenbin's parents impatiently questioned him about meeting his parents and children. Naturally, Song Wenbin couldn't let that farce continue. Otherwise, if his parents really wanted a child ten months later, he wouldn't be able to conjure one up out of thin air.
"What can I do if I don't kill it?"
Song Wenbin said calmly: "Do you want people to go to college with a big belly?"
"As big as you want!" Song Wenbin's father waved his arms excitedly: "What girl doesn't want to be older? She's not under the legal age!"
Although as a misogynistic anchor, he dislikes the behavior of many women in this era, at this moment, his father's tone made Song Wenbin feel bad.
"You don't want to study or take the postgraduate entrance examination?"
Song Wenbin waved his hands and said impatiently: "It's still big, what do others think?"
"Hutu! You Hutu! You have the guts to take care of the big things first, and then everything else will be easy to talk about!" Father Song pointed at Song Wenbin's nose and reprimanded, "If you beat the child, he will run away if he wants to. Did you run away?"
Song Wenbin laughed out loud, feeling that he knew ten thousand things that he couldn't explain to such an old Chinese man. Perhaps in his father's 1970s, this trick of killing first and showing off later was very popular. But doing this kind of thing in this era is undoubtedly just a laughing stock.
Fortunately, the child is fake, the relationship is fake, and the meeting with the parents is fake. The things they are angry about only exist in the void.
"It has happened, what are you going to do?"
Song Wenbin just messed it up and stopped trying to reason with them.
"You little guy, you didn't even discuss such a big matter, so why did you make a decision on your own?" His mother, Li Yue, sat aside and sighed, as if Song Wenbin had done something outrageous.
Song Wenbin didn't know how much sincerity there was in his mother's sighs. There might be some, but not much.
He was a little annoyed, so he simply said: "The child was also beaten, and the girl was also separated. Don't worry about that. Just go ahead and do what you have to do."
Song Wenbin's parents were shocked at the same time: "What!
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"It's divided." Song Wenbin said firmly.
He didn't want this matter to continue to ferment into other troubles, so it would be wise to end it as soon as possible.
After the shock, she became furious and excited. Mother Song slapped the sofa continuously and said: "You really don't know what's good or bad. How can it be so easy to find a partner now? Such an excellent little girl will be divided as she says. Go, think of something to do with her." Let me coax you back!"
Father Song even said angrily: "You unworthy thing, what did you do!? Weren't you fine before? Why did they break up again?"
When he saw his parents, they were as disappointed as after finally watching the national football team enter the group stage but failed to enter the World Cup. Song Wenbin felt angry and funny. He didn't bother to explain and said straightforwardly: "How to divide? My parents think our family is poor. "
Song Siping felt as if his neck was suddenly strangled, and he couldn't say a word. Li Yue was also stunned and speechless.
Song Wenbin turned around and walked into his room and locked the door.
Lying on the bed, Song Wenbin felt a little depressed. As a normal person, he would definitely hope for a harmonious family with a loving father and filial piety, but Song Wenbin gave up on that thought very early on. This probably won't happen to him.
He could not satisfy his parents' vision of obtaining fame and honoring his ancestors, nor could he satisfy their desire to get married early and start a family, nor could he satisfy their desire to reproduce. He didn't even care about the things they cared about.
Of course, they couldn't satisfy them, so they naturally didn't have much good feelings towards Song Wenbin.
Before he had stayed in bed for a few minutes, Song's father's bossy voice came from the door, "Still lying down, not doing anything serious. People think you are poor and you don't know how to struggle or change. You just know how to lie down and lie down." Is it useful? Can lying down make someone change his mind?"
"Then what do you want?" Song Wenbin was tired.
"Go and deliver the goods to your Uncle Liu." Song Wenbin's father ordered.
When Sutina came to the house, the good parents who were always responsive to his needs were gone, and the parents who always disliked him were back. But the delivery was good, and it was better than staying at home. Song Wenbin reluctantly opened the door and walked to the hall to change his shoes.
However, when passing by the hall, his mother Li Yue saw him changing his shoes on the floor tiles at home, and immediately accused him: "You don't know how to go out to change your shoes! Aren't you tired of mopping the floor? You don't need to mop the floor tiles if they are dirty, you are so stupid Why do children disrespect other people’s work so much?”
Even without looking up, Song Wenbin could feel the strong resentment exuding in the living room.
He left the house without saying a word and came outside the house.
Feeling a little bad.
After starting the minivan, he did not go to the factory to pick up the goods, but drove directly to Ma Qiang's second-hand car dealership.
Ma Qiang was sitting at the door enjoying the sun with a few friends who were repairing cars. When he saw Song Wenbin coming over, Ma Qiang threw a cigarette to him. Song Wenbin pulled up a chair and sat down, lit a cigarette and sat down. Some acquaintances on the side saw Song Wenbin coming and started making noises, asking Song Wenbin to tell them about his experiences abroad.
But Song Wenbin was in a bad mood at the moment. He just smoked and ignored his friends' inquiries.
Seeing that Song Wenbin was worried, Ma Qiang took him to the car dealership on the pretext of looking at the car, and asked, "What's wrong, frost hit the eggplant?"
"I have to rent a new apartment."
Song Wenbin took a deep drag on his cigarette and said to Ma Qiang.
Ma Qiang raised his eyebrows, looked around, and whispered: "Renting a house, renting a house is not a problem, brother, I'm not talking about you, the rent is several thousand a month, and the landlord is still making trouble for you. Why bother? Woolen cloth."
"Not renting? I'm going to be bored to death if I don't rent."
Song Wenbin smoked a cigarette and said, "Please help me find out where there are houses."
Song Wenbin was not good at trivial matters, but Ma Qiang was very familiar with these people of various religions, so he often asked Ma Qiang to help with such matters. Ma Qiang must understand Song Wenbin's situation. As a friend for so many years, he clearly knows the desires and pursuits of the Song family's parents.
Ma Qiang took a deep breath from his cigarette, thought for a moment and then said, "Do you want to buy a house?"
"Buy a house?"
Song Wenbin was stunned.
"Yes, buy a house."
Ma Qiang said: "Before I got married, I was so annoyed with my mother. She was fighting at home all day long. She didn't cook anything, and she couldn't even get off the stage. She was noisy every day. Later, after I got married, I bought Once we move out of the house, nothing will happen. She fights or not, and my father makes noises or not, but I can't hear her."
Song Wenbin suddenly became enlightened, but then he became worried.
Of course buying a house can solve the problem, but where can I get so much money?
"How's your living wage now going abroad?" Ma Qiang asked.
Song Wenbin looked at the mobile banking and felt a little more comfortable. Although Seal did not unblock his account, his salary was actually paid, including the month when he resigned, a total of 30,000 yuan.
"It's okay, just over ten thousand a month." Song Wenbin said.
"If it's ten thousand yuan a month, I'll buy it."
Ma Qiang said, "Let your old man give you some money to advance the down payment, and then repay the loan himself. If you have nothing to do, go abroad. After returning home, you can go back to your own house and no one will come to trouble you. How happy it will be."
Ma Qiang's words moved Song Wenbin. To be honest, he had had enough of his parents' nagging and endless preaching. Perhaps buying a house is indeed the best solution at this moment.
"Let's go, I'll take you to see. There are many real estate projects opening in City H recently." Ma Qiang said.
Ma Qiang quickly started up his old A6, smoked a cigarette, and took Song Wenbin around the newly opened real estate in H City.
Thirty thousand yuan is probably a drop in the bucket in this era. Song Wenbin didn't dare to look at those good apartments and real estate. Of course, he couldn't look at those townhouses and villa complexes. He could only pick up some small houses to look at. However, looking around, there are no rooms in City H that are less than 20,000 per square meter.
When the car drove to a property near Jingshan on the outskirts of City H, the location was already very old. Song Wenbin felt that the price of the property in this shabby place should not be too high. So he and Ma Qiang got off the car and went to the sales department.
As soon as he entered the sales department, a capable male salesman immediately greeted him.
"Hello, sir, are you coming to see the house?"
"Yes." Ma Qiang looked around and asked, "How many types of apartments do you have here?"
The salesperson immediately said in confusion: "We have several types of apartments here, including medium-sized, large, extra-large, buildings within buildings, and private villas! It has the advantages of wind and water, gathers energy and hides essence, is backed by Jingshan, and is adjacent to the university town. The school district has obvious advantages, it is the best backyard garden in H City, life CBD..."
"How much for a square meter?"
Song Wenbin directly interrupted his eloquence.
"Different apartment types have different prices, but the average price is only 17,000 yuan per square meter. There is definitely room for appreciation in the future!"
Song Wenbin had a headache. He said: "There is still room for appreciation. Where is the room for appreciation? There are no houses left for housing and there are a lot of unfinished buildings outside that no one has taken over. The value is still rising."
The salesman laughed and said, "Sir, you don't know this. In small third- and fourth-tier cities, it's okay if house prices don't rise. But the tighter the policy, the more housing prices rise in big cities. Look at the S city next door. House prices have fallen. How are you doing? Don’t worry, you can buy things like a house with your eyes closed. "
Song Wenbin thought to himself that this was not City S. Besides, it was already on the outskirts of City H. The house price was still 17,71 square meters, which was simply outrageous. If this were the case, he would have no choice but to go to Hegang when he returned to China.
Ma Qiang looked normal and asked, "So how much does the cheapest apartment here cost per square meter?"
"The cheapest ones are on the first floor or the top floor. The price is about 13,000 per square meter. If you want to live next to the road, it can be two points cheaper," the salesperson said.
Song Wenbin hesitated for a moment and asked, "What's the minimum level of this kind?"
The salesperson sighed, took out a floor plan, and said: "The minimum is 90 square meters. If you want to buy it, you can round it up and get it directly for one million yuan."
Song Wenbin touched his nose, one million, to put it lightly. Several families in China can spend one million at once.
Ma Qiang was very unsure. He asked: "Then how much is the down payment for a loan?"
"According to national regulations, the down payment price for a first home is 30% of the entire home, with a minimum down payment of 300,000," the salesperson said.
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Back in the car, Ma Qiang patted Song Wenbin on the shoulder and said, "It's not bad. The down payment of 300,000 yuan is not too expensive. You old man can definitely come up with 300,000 yuan after all these years of business."
"Then he must be willing to give it to me." Song Wenbin said gloomily.
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After returning home in the evening, the atmosphere at home did not get better. His parents were still angry because Song Wenbin aborted the quantum grandson. Seeing that their faces were not good-looking, Song Wenbin did not mention buying a house and just waited.
About a week later, the Song family's parents finally accepted the reality and their faces were no longer so foul.
At noon that day, Song Wenbin pretended to wander into his father's study casually. At this moment, Song Wenbin's father, Song Siping, was holding a teacup and staring at the stocks on the computer, as if those red lines had endless charm.
Song Wenbin coughed twice and stood in the study without leaving.
Father Song raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I recently had an idea."
Song Wenbin said slowly.
"What do you think?" Song Siping, who was disturbed, asked with a frown.
"I'm that old too," Song Wenbin said, "Look...do I have to buy a house first?"
"Ah?" Song Siping probably didn't expect that Song Wenbin would raise this issue with him, and said, "Buying a house, don't you have a place to live?"
"No, no, no." Song Wenbin said, "I don't mean the house at home, I mean, go out and buy another house."
"What's the worst thing about buying a house? The real estate market has been so cold recently."
Song Siping said: "Whoever you sell to after you buy it, there may be a thunderstorm one day. If you don't buy it, don't buy it."
Song Wenbin was a little helpless, and stopped beating around the bush, and simply said directly: "Don't you want me to find a partner? Where will I live after I find a partner? If you want grandchildren, you can't expect me to create children at home, I can't. Come."
