The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The video resumed streaming quickly.

It was noon.

In the courtyard of my old home, the sun had already moved to its zenith.

Big Black lay on the threshold, its tail idly sweeping the ground.

The three of them had lunch.

After Yan Cong finished feeding the old lady, he watched her use the toilet before helping her back to her room to rest.

Liang Rumeng moved a small stool and sat down to watch short videos.

Laughter could be heard coming from the video.

She laughed along with him.

Yan Cong finished cleaning up the dishes and came out of the kitchen, glancing at her.

Are you going home?

It's a very ordinary sentence.

Liang Rumeng's hand, which was scrolling through videos, stopped.

The next second, she jumped up from the small stool.

"Yan Cong!"

"What do you mean?!"

"Are you trying to kick me out?"

"Forehead……"

Yan Cong held his forehead.

"I'm asking you, are you going home or not?"

"I didn't say I was kicking you out."

"Besides, did you tell your grandma you were going out to play?"

"If your dad reports this to him with one phone call, you're finished."

"Forehead……"

Liang Rumeng's anger froze.

She looked down and poked her fingers, her voice suddenly becoming much softer.

"Cough cough..."

"Baby, I misheard..."

Yan Cong looked at her.

"so?"

Are you going back?

Liang Rumeng immediately looked up.

"Then I definitely won't reply!"

"You're finally back, I need to stay by your side for a while!"

Yan Cong looked at her for a few seconds, then didn't try to persuade her anymore.

"Okay then."

"Tell your grandma you're safe first."

"Then stay home with my grandma for a while. Aunt Cheng is next door; just call her if you need anything."

"I'm going out to town to take care of some things."

Liang Rumeng nodded on the spot.

"OK OK!"

She agreed very readily.

Just as Yan Cong was about to leave with his electric scooter, she suddenly chased after him.

"Wait a moment!"

Yan Cong turned around.

Liang Rumeng blushed deeply, clutching two red bills in her hand. She looked them over and then quickly stuffed them into his hand.

"Um?"

Yan Cong looked down at the money, somewhat puzzled.

"Is there anything I need to buy?"

Liang Rumeng's voice grew softer and softer, but her eyes shone brightly.

"Um, I noticed you don't have any equipment in your bag."

"Wouldn't it be so boring if the two of us were together and not fighting?"

"Take it, take it."

"This is all the little money I have!"

"Go all in on combat gear!"

"..."

Yan Cong's lips twitched.

He held the two bills in his hand, looked at her for a long time, and finally flicked her forehead.

"Little pervert."

Liang Rumeng covered her forehead, blushing as she glared at him.

"You taught me to be a pervert!"

"snort!"

"Go and come back quickly!"

After saying that, she glared fiercely at Yan Cong, then turned and ran back into the house.

Yan Cong watched her retreating figure, his fingers clutching the two red bills, remaining motionless for a long time.

A while later.

He folded the money neatly and put it into the innermost part of his bag.

Start the electric scooter.

The wheels rolled over the gravel on the dirt road, slowly making their way towards the town.

Yan Cong was unaware of this.

He left not long ago.

Liang Rumeng peeked out from behind the door again.

She watched the electric scooter disappear at the intersection, her pout growing even higher.

"That wicked Yan Cong..."

"He has really changed."

"In the past, if I flirted with him, he would definitely fight back before leaving."

Beyond the sky.

The comments section suddenly came alive.

"Mengbao, you really dare to say that!"

"Old Master Yan: I'm under so much pressure right now, and you're still thinking about combat equipment."

"Stop laughing, this is just the last bit of sweetness before the storm."

"Damn it, shut up upstairs!"

"I panic whenever I see anything sweet now."

The scene changes.

Yan Cong rode his bicycle to the town.

The floral shirt was already waiting downstairs at the old house.

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he gestured with his chin towards the upper floor as soon as he saw Yan Cong.

"They're almost here."

"I asked around at several places this morning, and this one offered the highest price."

Yan Cong nodded.

"This is troublesome."

"Come on."

The two talked as they went upstairs.

Not long after.

The middle-aged couple who bought the house also arrived.

View the apartment, negotiate the price, and confirm that the furniture will be left behind.

The process was very quick.

I had already asked all the necessary questions about the floral shirt beforehand; this was just the final confirmation.

Two hundred and fifty thousand.

The entire house, along with the old furniture, is being sold.

in the afternoon.

The formalities were completed, and the money was deposited into my account.

Yan Cong stared at the bank's text message, his finger hovering over the screen for a long time.

He didn't relax when that string of numbers popped up.

He simply turned off his phone, looked at the old house that had been with him for over a decade, and sighed softly.

"Then let's agree on that."

The middle-aged man buying the house asked with a smile.

"Shall we move in tomorrow?"

"it is good."

Yan Cong smiled as well.

"I'll move my things out today and clean up the house while I'm at it."

"Don't worry about hygiene."

As he spoke, he handed over a large bunch of keys.

"Here are all the keys."

I'll keep one of the main gate keys.

"I'll use it to lock the front door after I've finished tidying up."

"after……"

He looked at the floral shirt.

"I will pass it on to my friend."

"Just ask him to get it."

"Okay, okay."

The middle-aged couple took the keys, their smiles growing even wider.

They exchanged a few more polite words and then left together.

The room fell silent.

The man in the floral shirt sat down on the sofa, patted the armrest, and sighed.

"Tsk."

"Since junior high school, this place has been our meeting point."

"Now it's all right."

"The outpost is gone."

Yan Cong did not turn around.

He squatted in the bedroom, stuffing clothes, bedding, old books, and notebooks into a bag one by one.

"But you're still there."

"Eh."

The person in the floral shirt was sitting slouching backwards.

"You know how short-tempered my husband is."

"Plus, I live with my parents, so where would be convenient?"

He sighed again as he said this.

"I wish I hadn't been in such a rush to get married."

"I regret it so much now."

Yan Cong folded an old coat neatly.

"That was indeed a bit too hasty."

"They got married in a flash after only half a month."

"Eh."

He sat up straighter in his floral shirt.

"Don't talk about me."

"What about yours?"

When are you getting married?

Yan Cong paused in his packing.

Inside the wardrobe, an old suitcase was open.

There were already a few pieces of clothing inside, as well as a small box left by my parents.

He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and continued tidying up as if nothing had happened.

"I have no money."

"No money?"

The man in the floral shirt slapped the armrest and shouted.

"Then you can borrow them from the brothers first!"

"Let's get married first!"

Yan Cong looked up at him.

"Can you come up with 500,000?"

"What the heck?"

The floral shirt's eyes widened instantly.

"Was she made of gold?"

"You want five hundred thousand?"