The attic compound where the Xiang family lives is completely different from the Wen family's foreign-style mansion.
There were no slightly luxurious decorations here. Lu Ze was led by Xiang Nanfang to Xiang's house. The girl with a slight dimple in her smile softly introduced Lu Ze to the situation of the compound here, and also said a little bit. A little bit about herself.
Xiang Nanfang is currently studying sociology at university.
Nanfang, who comes from a military family, has clear plans for her future. When talking to Lu Ze, Xiang Nanfang always smiled happily. Such a smile was very contagious.
Although she comes from a wealthy family, she doesn't seem to have the temperament of a young lady from a wealthy family.
This aspect is different from Wen Ju'an in the western-style building next door.
It can only be said that this may be the result of the family environment.
Xiang Nanfang's brothers and sisters have been trained according to military standards since childhood, sleeping on wooden beds, using military quilts, and doing morning exercises.
Lu Ze's first encounter with her was during one of her runs.
"Qiao Yicheng, I heard what my uncle said about you. It's okay. I didn't expect you to become my uncle's student." Xiang Nanfang's eyes filled with sincere admiration: "I still have two years to graduate. To work."
While talking, Xiang Nanfang suddenly took two steps closer to Lu Ze.
Lu Ze felt a faint fragrance entering his nose.
There was a deep smile on the girl's face, and her two playful dimples appeared again. She opened her mouth slightly and said:
"Has my uncle ever told you about his plan for the two of us to be together?"
"You don't have to answer, there must be!"
"Because my uncle always thinks that I can't get married, well... at least I can't get married before I'm thirty, hahahaha, mainly because I have a lot of things I want to do, and falling in love will still have some impact. It’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to the man either.”
Hearing this, Lu Ze joked: "Is it the man? Or the south?"
Lu Ze first pointed at himself, and then at Xiang Nannan in front of him.
Only then did the latter realize that Lu Ze was playing with a very new thing - homophonic memes.
The short-haired girl couldn't help laughing.
Xiang Nannan smiled and shook his head.
"Qiao Yicheng."
"You're a little more...interesting than I thought."
"Let's go, this is my home."
Arriving at Xiang's house, Lu Ze saw Xiang Mosheng playing chess with a middle-aged man in the living room. The Chuhe-Hanjie played in chess looked to be a little older.
His graduate tutor was frowning and thinking about the situation on the chessboard.
The person sitting across from him was a man who looked very similar to Xiang Mosheng. There was a large scar under the man's right eye.
This is undoubtedly Xiang Nanfang's father, Xiang Mocheng. The man sits with a straight posture.
Xiang Nanfang put away the gifts brought by Lu Ze. Then she came to the two elders and said with a smile: "Dad, you are here to bully my uncle again, right? My uncle is a scholar and plays chess." How can I be better than you, a soldier who has been a lifelong soldier?"
Xiang Mosheng smiled and waved his hand, then turned around and realized that Lu Ze had arrived at home.
….
"Mo Cheng, this is the Qiao Yicheng I mentioned to you. He is now a graduate student under me. He is expected to graduate from the Graduate School of Nanjing University early next year. His seniors will be shocked."
[In view of the general environment,
Mentioning Lu Ze, Xiang Mosheng's eyebrows showed a bit of pride.
This student of his may have made a profound mark in the history of NTU.
The only pity is that this student may not have that much drive. If he had the same drive as Xiao Nanfang, Xiang Mosheng estimated that this student would be able to reach a very high position in the future.
However, he respects students' choices.
During the dinner, Lu Ze also saw
Xiang Beifang, the elder brother who married Nanfang, was a tall man. During the meal, he kept looking at Lu Ze with unkind eyes, and he felt like an uncle looking at his brother-in-law.
After dinner, Lu Ze played a few games of chess with Nanfang's father.
Lu Ze estimated that his current brain, even if it was not as good as an alpha dog, could still be considered a smaller alpha cat. He quickly figured out the chess style of his father from the opposite side. Lu Ze saw the tricks and gave in a little bit later. Let's give in.
There were winners and losers on both sides, and the atmosphere was relatively harmonious.
Xiang Mocheng nodded silently.
"Brother, you are a good student at chess."
"My name is... Qiao Yicheng, right? When I have time, I often come to my house to sit."
Lu Ze immediately nodded in agreement.
He really needed help with something, and the father from the south seemed to be the perfect candidate.
Lu Ze stayed until about nine o'clock in the evening. Xiang Nanfang, who was wearing a beige coat, escorted Lu Ze downstairs. The two of them walked side by side on the slightly cool street. The dim street lights illuminated the road in front of them. There were only a few people overhead. The sycamore leaves sway with the night wind.
"Issei, you probably know everything about our family, right?"
"I want to hear your family stories."
Lu Ze smiled hoarsely: "It seems that our family has no stories, only accidents."
...
The first accident that happened to the Qiao family was the unemployment of father Qiao Zuwang.
This time, Qiao Zuwang appeared on the latest layoff list in the factory as expected. Looking at his name on the list, Qiao Zuwang took the hemp rope to the factory director's house without saying a word and continued to hang himself.
Only this time, the factory director did not raise his hands in surrender like last time. Instead, he found a rope and hung himself on the beam with Qiao Zuwang, which made Qiao Zuwang a little confused.
"Old Qiao, even I, the factory director, will be raped soon."
"I'm so anxious that I want to hang myself now. The number of employees in our factory has been reduced by nearly one-third, and the remaining two-thirds have begun to find a way out for themselves in advance. Tell me if you come to my house to embarrass me. What’s the meaning?”
Qiao Zuwang felt that the factory director was not tricking him this time, thinking about the recent rumors in the factory.
Old Qiao picked up the hemp rope and walked home, thinking about his escape route.
When returning home, Qiao Zuwang saw a young man walking with a limp at the entrance of the alley, and the figure from behind was very familiar. He called forward and realized that it was his second son, Qiao Erqiang.
"What are you doing, Qiao Erqiang? Are you fighting with someone like this?"
"Let me tell you, you are now a fitter, but your old father and I have worked hard to find a living for you. Now your father and I are about to go drink the northwest wind. You can't be kicked out of the factory again. It’s over!」
Qiao Zuwang didn't care where the injuries on his second son's face and legs came from.
He just thought that the top two now received a salary of thirteen yuan a month, which was not low.
Back home, Lu Ze saw the injuries on the second strongman's face. He frowned slightly: "Did you fight with someone outside the factory?"
The second strongman lowered his head and hummed.
In fact, he was the one who got beaten.
Bu Xiang is having fun
