At that time, my daughter was about to graduate from primary school (following her mother in the county) and wanted to come to a better junior high school in the city. Originally, my school had a house, but it was far from that junior high school, so I said I would buy it. Money is a sexual intercourse (at that time, I did some small business after school and didn't feel pressured). House prices have been rising in those years, and I felt like I made a profit when I bought it. In fact, dogs bite pigs and like them empty. Although the house price rose more than three times when I sold it, the money didn't pass through my hand and was directly transferred from the bank to the pocket of the new developer.
I lived in that house for sixteen years, during which many past events seemed vivid.
The house is a rough house, the decoration style is designed by me, and I take care of it alone during the decoration process. Woodworking is done by southerners in Man Zi, which is an old concept. I chose the ceiling, TV wall and living room partition online, and he did so. As soon as I didn't pay attention, he made a mistake, so I had to stare at it every day. I went to Beijing on business for a few days in the middle, and when I came back, I found that he had made a shape like a Gong hat on the two doorways connecting the living room in the corridor, which was completely contrary to my simple and modern style, and sadly, he praised himself for being beautiful and would be praised by me for being stupid. After I saw it, I did not hesitate to let him knock it down with a hammer. During the three months of renovation, I also had a few drinks with him, but in the end I didn't become friends. Really should be the sentence "no common cause, no common goal, no like-minded friends."
What impressed me most about the old house was the wide and long balcony. I found that the house built now does not have these three transparent balconies. The balcony is divided into four parts according to the different things placed. On the far left is my flowers and plants, on the far right are bookshelves and desks, on the left is a dark green three-person leather sofa near the living room door, and on the right is a small round table between two small rattan chairs. In those lukewarm spring and autumn seasons, I either stand and admire flowers, or lie back on the sofa and read leisurely, or sit on a cane chair and drink tea and think, or write at my desk, which is part of my best memory.
I like calligraphy since I was a child, but at first I just liked it and seldom practiced it. Since I moved into a new house and got a big balcony, I have built the desk on the balcony into a place to practice calligraphy (there is a study room for reading and writing in the house), and all kinds of pens, ink, paper and inkstones are available. Over the past few years, no matter whether it is cold winter or hot summer, the thunder can't move. I insist on reading The Book of Rites, Cao Quanbei and the official calligraphy works of Zhang Youdong, a military calligrapher, and make sure that the time is not less than one hour every day. I remember the first time I participated in the calligraphy exhibition of the municipal education system and won a second prize.
As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. I had a good relationship with my neighbors upstairs and downstairs in those years. Lao Yang, downstairs, opened his own printing factory and drove around the city all day. His business was booming. The business is doing well, on the one hand, because others are hardworking and willing to do it, on the other hand, it is influenced by his father. His father used to be a real estate tycoon in a small town, and he had deep contacts with the leaders of cities and counties in those years. The smaller the city, the stronger the network, and the better the business with connections.
There are more than ten families in my unit, and my family has the best relationship with Lao Yang's family. There was no water supply upstairs in those years. I forgot to turn off the water pipe once, and there was a room full of water. Water soaked the wall of Lao Yang's house through the ceiling, and it dripped on the bed and quilt. I'm terribly sorry. Afterwards, I took 500 yuan to his house and said that the couple didn't want it. Finally went upstairs and gave it back to me.
At that time, most people who could buy houses in cash were in business. I live opposite a middle-aged couple who do curtain business. There is a boy under their knee. The couple are busy with business, and most of the time they see their school children go upstairs and downstairs by themselves. What impressed me most was his domestic Teddy dog. At first, I often watched Teddy dogs through the security door. Occasionally, the children go downstairs to walk the dog, and I touch Doby. One summer vacation, knowing that the three of them were going to travel to Hainan, I offered to leave the dog with me, which was the only close contact and interaction with animals in my life.
I was holding the dog's leash when they left that day. They said goodbye to the dog and went downstairs. It seems that the dog can really understand their words, and instead of chasing me, he obediently followed me into the house. At that time, what I was most worried about was dog shit. Unexpectedly, this dog actually knows how to go to the toilet. After going to the toilet, he stayed at the door of the toilet and watched me clean up the shit before leaving. Once I saw dog food scattered all over the floor. I quarreled with him. He knew he was wrong and didn't come out under the bed for a long time. When I walk my dog downstairs at night, he will pull my trouser leg. When I told him to wait, he would wait for a while and then remind me that ... dogs can be so smart, which really opened my eyes.
The old house is like a window to observe the society. In addition to bringing me joy and touching from time to time, it occasionally pops out some discordant notes in a warm atmosphere.
Living in the house above my house, the tragic experience of the young woman who looks like a movie star often reminds me of Anna karenin's opening sentence: "Happy families are all similar, but unhappy families are different."
There are two adults, a girl and a boy, and an enviable family of four. When we first moved here, we played cards at their house. But it didn't take long for two adults to fight ... no, it wasn't a fight, it was a unilateral man hitting a woman. I clearly remember that the time is between 7: 00 and 8: 00 every morning (judging from my daughter's going out to school). From upstairs came the thump of people's heads hitting the floor, accompanied by women's screams ... this situation lasted for about a month. Two people divorced, the man and son disappeared, and the woman and daughter still lived upstairs. I have been alone since I was 30 years old and have never remarried.
At that time, I often wondered what happened between them, so I could leave them like lightning, regardless of a pair of lovely children ... Although I was curious, although I added her WeChat to help her daughter learn math, I thought the same thing as my neighbors. Day after day, as if nothing had happened, we will never be stupid enough to expose other people's scars.
Finally, talk about selling the house. The house was sold to a taxi driver with whom I used to do business. The driver and his wife went to the city from the county seat. They took turns driving taxis day and night, 10 years. They have money in their hands and always want to change houses. I first met her because of my good colleagues, who are fellow villagers. Colleagues also told her that I was going to sell my house. As soon as the couple heard that they had brought gifts, they went to the door. In fact, their purpose is to see the house quickly.
At first, my wife and I were worried about the bid, worried that we would lose money, and didn't want to find someone to evaluate it. Later, I thought of a similar way of working, pretending to be a buyer, going to the real estate agent near me and lying about what I wanted to buy. Of course, what I want to buy is as comparable as the area, age and location of my house. In this way, I went to two intermediaries, looked at several houses, bargained several times, pretended to be real, and finally settled the house price.
On the day of moving, seven or eight pots of flowers were put on the balcony, mainly because the balcony of the new house was too small to fit in, but fortunately, my husband who bought a house also liked to grow flowers, so I left them all the Cycas that I had raised for more than ten years.
On the morning when I bought breakfast on National Day, I saw the dark green leaves of Cycas through the balcony glass, dreaming that the flowers and trees I left were still lush and full of vitality. I know that the new owners have not forgotten them or their former owners, just as I will not forget the precious friendship of my neighbors.