I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 572: All About Courtyard No. 95
Song Wu saw that Song Xiaoqiu's attitude had finally softened, and he could also see the happy expression on his face because of the bicycle, so he couldn't help but feel relieved.

But just as he was about to relax, he suddenly saw Song Xiaoqiu looking up at him seriously and said in a pleading tone: "Dad, I'm going to school, and Mom is the only one left at home. Can you go and spend more time with her?"

Almost instantly, Song Wu looked at Song Xiaoqiu's bright eyes and the hope in them. He understood why this child didn't want to go to school. It turned out that he wanted to spend more time with Ran Qiuye and his mother.

Song Wu's hands were greasy, so he didn't use his hands, but directly held Song Xiaoqiu in his arms and whispered to him, "Don't worry, just go to school, and leave the things of accompanying your mother and making her happy to me. And you may not know, your mother is just waiting for you to go to school and then come out to work and take care of things. She and your aunt Huairu are going to open a restaurant together."

Song Xiaoqiu suddenly became excited, with a gleam in her eyes, and looked at Song Wu with wide eyes, "Really? Dad, you didn't lie to me. Mom is really going to work?"

"Yes, when you grow up and go to school, you can take care of yourself, and mom can concentrate on her own affairs. Isn't that great?"

Song Xiaoqiu seemed particularly excited at this moment, and it was obvious that he seemed relieved. Children are very sensitive, and they perceive everything with kindness, and they are the easiest to understand others.

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Under the spring breeze of reform and opening up, the land of China is green and full of vitality.

The ancient city of Beijing is also changing with each passing day, appearing different almost every day, showing unprecedented vitality.

But in Nanluoguxiang, life is still slow. Every brick and tile has remained the same for decades, with almost no changes.

Of course, it’s not that there haven’t been any changes. The biggest change in Nanluoguxiang in the past two years is that the Limin Repair Shop in Yard 95 has reopened and is doing very well.

Song Wu was busy in the repair shop every day, which actually diluted a lot of the feeling of loss because of the empty yard at the back. He was very dissatisfied with Lou Xiao'e now, thinking that she was too quick and too aggressive.

With carrots in one hand and sticks in the other, the entire compound was emptied in a year. As a result, the once bustling compound became deserted and lifeless.

In addition, everyone in the family seemed to have endless work to do, and they were not seen every day. Not to mention others, even Jia Zhang was so busy that she seldom came back to the courtyard.

Song Wu once asked Qin Huairu, "Aunt Jia, what are you busy with every day?"

Qin Huairu said: "I work as a cleaner in a hotel. You don't know how meticulous the job is."

Song Wu was very surprised: "Why is she so devoted to it?" Has the lazy Aunt Jia also moved on?
Qin Huairu laughed, "I just found out about this too. It turns out that when she was young, she envied the shopkeepers. In the end, she didn't marry the shopkeeper, but the laborer. Now that she's old, her family has become the shopkeeper. Don't mention how excited she is. She values ​​that restaurant more than her own eyes."

Song Wu and Qin Huairu both laughed.

Those who should move out have moved out, and those who should be busy with their careers have gone to work. Now, except for Gao E who still goes to work and comes home leisurely every day, everyone else is so busy that no one can be seen. Even Song Xiaoqiu's mother, Ran Qiuye, who was worried that he would be lonely, has become a workaholic.

There was no work in the shop at the moment, so Song Wu lay on a recliner, drinking jasmine wine and listening to the vinyl records on the phonograph. He was also swaying and singing along.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a car engine coming from the door. Song Wu curiously opened his eyes, but without sitting up, he tilted his head and looked out the door of the shop. He saw a Japanese car parked at the door. Huh? There were only three people in the car, a driver, a person who looked like a secretary in the passenger seat, and a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses in the back seat. At this time, the middle-aged man was looking at the No. 95 courtyard through the car window.

"What are the Japs doing here?" Song Wu could hear that they were speaking Japanese to each other.

The Japanese car, carrying three Japanese soldiers, stopped under the old locust tree opposite the No. 95 compound. It had been a few minutes without moving. The middle-aged Japanese soldier could not get enough of watching through the glass, so he simply rolled down the car window and looked carefully at the No. 95 compound. He also glanced back and forth at the Limin repair shop several times.

"It's obvious that the weasel is paying New Year's greetings to the chicken with ulterior motives."

A few minutes later, the car window was rolled up again, and it restarted, turned around, passed the gate of No. 95 again, and then quickly accelerated away. However, in Song Wu's perception, it did not go far, but turned directly to the south.

Song Wu stood up and walked to the door of the repair shop. He looked at both sides of the alley and found that there were not many people at this time. It seemed very quiet. He hesitated for a moment, went into the house to take out the bicycle, came out again, and turned around to close and lock the door of the repair shop.

Then he rode his bike in the direction the car had just turned.

Song Wu was actually more curious, as he was always sensitive to the Japanese. But whether he could catch up or not, he didn't hold out any hope.

However, I didn't expect that before I walked far, I found that a car had appeared in my perception. At this moment, someone parked the car in front of the street office.

"What are the little devils doing at the street office?"

At this time, in the street office, indeed, everyone, from the director to the clerks, were a little excited, as if they were welcoming a leading cadre.

Look, our subdistrict office has a foreign guest. The director of the subdistrict office almost prepared to present flowers, and then asked everyone to put down their work and line up to welcome them, and he took the opportunity to give a welcome speech.

Or the foreign guest directly rejected the request and just wanted to talk to the director of the street office alone. He said he had something to discuss.

The director of the subdistrict office was flattered and warmly welcomed the foreign guest into his office, brewed the best tea, found the prettiest clerk, and served tea and water.

However, the foreign guest didn't seem to care about these things today. After urging the most beautiful clerk to leave as a vagrant, he asked the director of the street office impatiently: "I came here today to ask about No. 95 Courtyard. We want to buy it. How do we do it?"

Huh? The director of the subdistrict office was a little stunned, but soon he realized what was happening. He couldn't help but wonder, Courtyard 95 was a good house in the old days, but after so many years of ups and downs and illegal construction, it has long been in a state of disrepair. Why have so many people been concerned about it in the past two years?
Previously, a businessman from Hong Kong came back and spent a lot of effort to complete the procedures for vacating the yard. Today, a foreign guest from Japan came and asked directly whether he could buy the large yard.

The director of the subdistrict office thought about it and realized that Compound No. 95 was indeed the most well-regulated and largest compound in his alley.

Compared with other shantytowns, its layout and houses have been kept the same, and even many of the carved beams and painted buildings still vaguely reveal the shadow of its most glorious past.

When you think about it this way, it's understandable why so many people are interested in him.

(End of this chapter)