Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Zhong Yuemin sat on the sofa, his arms folded across his chest, with a playful look in his eyes, looking at Zhou Xiaobai who was about to put the book aside and do the housework. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked softly, "Wife, do you want to go and look at the house?"

Zhou Xiaobai was about to start working, but when she heard this, she paused for a moment. She raised her head, a hint of doubt flashed in her clear eyes, as if she didn't quite understand what Zhong Yuemin meant. "Looking at a house?"

Zhou Xiaobai put down his work, walked over to sit next to Zhong Yuemin, and asked curiously, "What do you mean? Which house are you going to buy?"

Zhong Yuemin looked at her, his expression becoming serious. He gently held Zhou Xiaobai's hand, his eyes revealing a bit of determination. "Wife, I'm not sure whether to buy it now, we have to see how the house is."

"That's right. I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll go with you."

At this moment, Zheng Tong's voice came from outside. "Yuemin, where are you going when I just arrived? Are you doing this on purpose?"

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai smiled at each other, and Zhong Yuemin stood up and walked out the door. He opened the door and met Zheng Tong's slightly teasing gaze. "Zheng Tong, Jiang Biyun, you came at the right time. Xiaobai and I are about to go look at a house. Do you want to go with us?"

Zheng Tong's eyes lit up when he heard this. "Looking at houses? That's a good thing. Of course I'll go." He patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder, and the five of them set out on a journey to look at houses together. Along the way, Zheng Tong kept joking, and the atmosphere became relaxed and happy.

Zhong Yuemin and his group followed Li Kuiyong through the narrow alleys, turned a few corners, and finally arrived at the house that Li Kuiyong mentioned. The sunlight shone through the morning mist, dappled on this quaint street, adding a bit of mystery and tranquility to the area.

They soon found the old man who was selling the house. He was sitting leisurely on a small stool under a tree, holding a long pipe in his hand, enjoying a bit of peace.

The old man gathered his sleeves, revealing a copper watch on his wrist that had been polished to a shine by the years. Zhong Yuemin noticed that this was an old man in his fifties. Although he was not tall, he had a kind face. He wore a large black felt hat and a slanted-collared blue cotton jacket. Although the jacket was a little old, it was clean and spotless. The small buttons of the same color on the jacket were neatly tied, showing his refinement and attention to detail.

Li Kuiyong walked up and greeted him respectfully. "Master, let's take a look at the house."

The old man looked up at them and smiled. He pointed to the row of houses in front and said, "Just look over there!"

Zhong Yuemin and others looked up and saw a row of courtyard buildings with green tiles, white walls and horse-head eaves. These houses were arranged in a staggered manner, with different heights, and looked simple and elegant. In the mist that had just dispersed, these houses looked like ink paintings, hazy and beautiful.

Jiang Biyun couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. "What a beautiful house!" Her voice was full of surprise and yearning.

Zheng Tong couldn't help but nod his head. He could feel the vicissitudes of history and the accumulation of years in these houses. He imagined living here, as if he could smell the faint fragrance of the ancient wooden structure and blue bricks and tiles.

They followed the old man to the gate of the courtyard. From the outside, everything seemed so harmonious and peaceful. The sun shone through the treetops and sprinkled on the bluestone ground, forming mottled light and shadows. The occasional bird calls added a bit of liveliness.

Zhong Yuemin thought to himself, if it weren't for the tenants inside, this would indeed be a good house. Now this is a bit of a pity!

Turning around and seeing Jiang Biyun's face full of love, he whispered to Zheng Tong beside him, "Hey! Zheng Tong, your Jiang Biyun likes this house, how about I give it to you?"

Zheng Tong looked at Zhong Yuemin suspiciously. "You're not setting a trap for me, are you?"

"Fuck you, don't be so ungrateful."

Jiang Biyun also heard what the two were saying, and to be honest, she was moved. Now she and Zheng Tong didn't have their own house, so it was inconvenient to do anything.

He said directly to Zhong Yuemin, "Zhong Yuemin, let's take a look inside first. If it's suitable, it's not impossible."

"Okay then! Let's go in and take a look."

Zhong Yuemin took the lead and followed the old man's steps into the second courtyard. Jiang Biyun's eyes were full of curiosity and expectation. However, as they walked around the courtyard, Jiang Biyun and Zheng Tong gradually lost their spirits.

This two-entry courtyard was originally spacious and comfortable, but now it is tightly surrounded by temporary buildings. On the street side, there is a greasy stove, and the door is piled with all kinds of sundries, giving off a trivial atmosphere. These temporary buildings of residents are vying to occupy the area around this ancient building, trying to grab more land.

Jiang Biyun couldn't help but frown. She looked around and found that the bungalows built at the back were even more amazing. After a rough count, she found that there were more than a dozen families living on the left and right.

These houses are tightly packed together, as if they are competing to see who has the largest floor space. Outside the door are piled with all kinds of sundries and iron stoves, leaving only a one-meter-wide walkway for pedestrians to pass through.

This was a world of difference from what they had seen outside before. Jiang Biyun couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She had thought that this courtyard would be a peaceful and elegant place, but she didn't expect it to be such a mess.

Zhong Yuemin didn't show much expression. When Li Kuiyong told him about this, he had already guessed what was happening in the yard.

As noon approached, the yard began to get busy. People came out of the house and prepared to start cooking. The sound of spatulas filled the air.

When they saw the old man coming, they didn't say hello, but just lowered their heads and fiddled with the stove, as if doing their own things. When the old man walked past, a woman pouted fiercely behind him, with a dissatisfied look on her face.

Zhong Yuemin and Zhou Xiaobai, who were standing behind, looked calm as if they were used to such treatment. Zhou Xiaobai frowned, thinking that the attitude of these people towards the landlord was too much. She was about to say something, but was pulled back by Zhong Yuemin, so she pretended not to see it.

Zhou Xiaobai walked past the woman and followed the old man in front. He was still very angry and said to Zhong Yuemin, "How can these people do this? After all, they are landlords!"

Zhong Yuemin smiled faintly and said, "This is life. Everyone has their own way of life and attitude. We can't force others to change, we can only be ourselves."

After listening to Zhong Yuemin's words, Zhou Xiaobai was silent for a while and said nothing more.

Zhong Yuemin, Zhou Xiaobai, Zheng Tong, Jiang Biyun and Li Kuiyong followed the old man into a room. Although the room looked a bit old, it exuded a simple and ancient atmosphere. The old man turned his back to them and fiddled with the wall for a while, as if he was looking for something.

Soon, the old man turned around, holding a wooden box inlaid with enamel in his hands. The box looked very old, and the patterns on the enamel were a little blurred, but it still exuded a mysterious and elegant atmosphere. @,

"This is the title deed, you can take a look at it." The old man said, opening the box and taking out a piece of paper.

Zhong Yuemin immediately walked forward, took the paper and examined it carefully. The location, area and other information of the room all matched one by one, which made Zhong Yuemin feel relieved.

However, when he saw the familiar red five-pointed star on the official seal at the bottom of the paper, his worries finally vanished. He knew that this was the real deed. To be honest, he was really afraid that the old man would tease them with the deed that was invalidated before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

"It seems that there is really no problem." Zheng Tong also walked forward, took the title deed, looked at it carefully, then nodded and said.

Jiang Biyun also came over to take a look. Although she didn't know much about real estate, she could feel the authenticity of the deed. She looked at Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong with a happy expression on her face.

When Zhou Xiaobai and the others were looking at the title deed, Zhong Yuemin spoke with a different tone. "Master, I think your house is OK. Don't beat around the bush with us. Just tell us directly, how much do you want to sell it for?"

The old man looked at him, a sly light flashed in his eyes. He smiled and said slowly, "Young man, do you know how much money my father spent when he bought this house? Three thousand! This is not a small amount."

Zheng Tong had been following Zhong Yuemin, and couldn't help but interrupt him at this moment. "Old man, I just saw that none of the people living in your yard are good people. As for those people, who doesn't have a lot of skills? I think they will definitely stay here, so tell me, what's the point of buying this house?"

Zhou Xiaobai and Jiang Biyun turned to look at the old man after hearing what Zheng Tong said. But the old man still kept smiling, as if he didn't care about what he said. He waved his hand and said, "Young man, you are too impatient. Can you wait until I finish my words? Although my house looks messy now, the policy may change in the future. These messy people will be kicked out sooner or later. I am old and want to use the money to buy a new house and live a quiet life. I can't stand this kind of trouble anymore."

When Zhong Yuemin heard the old man's words, he knew that the man in front of him was also a veteran and a tough guy. "Master, I won't waste my time talking to you. Just name a price. If I think it's okay, we'll go through the transfer procedures now. If not, we'll leave now."

The old man leaned close to Zhong Yuemin's ear and whispered, "Young man, I won't lie to you. 2500 yuan, I want 2500 yuan. I really can't stand the trouble, otherwise I would definitely not sell it."

Zhong Yuemin cursed in his heart, why did he have to ask for 250 when there were other prices to ask for. "Master, 250 doesn't sound good, it makes us look like idiots. If 2400 is okay, we can transfer the ownership right now, if not, forget it."

The old man thought to himself, the young man opposite him is not very old, but he is quite smart. It's not nice to say 100, why don't you add 2600 to 100, or you can give me 2400 for less. Isn't this nonsense? Oh! There is no other way! "Okay! I'll do as you say."

Zhong Yuemin smiled and nodded. "Okay, pack up and we'll go transfer the property now. We'll be waiting for you outside."

Zhong Yuemin and his group came to the outside of the yard and asked Zheng Tong and Jiang Biyun, "How is it? Do you two want this house?"

Jiang Biyun shook her head. "Forget it, let's not do it. Seeing those people in the yard gives me a headache."

"Jiang Biyun, what are you afraid of? We have Zheng Tong, and he can handle it in no time."

"What do you mean?"

"To deal with people like this, you just need to be shameless, rogue, and scoundrel enough, and most importantly, shameless enough. They will definitely obey you."

"Zhong Yuemin, who the hell are you calling shameless?"

When Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong were playing, the old man came over. Then they went to the housing management office to transfer the ownership. The staff saw that Zhong Yuemin was very active, and the transfer went smoothly. When Zhong Yuemin left, the director sent him to the gate. "Comrade Zhong, the residents in that yard are a bit complicated, but it doesn't matter. Their contract will expire this year. If you need help, you can always find me."

"Okay! Thank you. Director Zhang, let's have dinner together when you are free."

Director Zhang was overjoyed. "Comrade Zhong, you can talk to me if you have anything to say next time."

After the transfer, Zhong Yuemin followed the old man back to the courtyard. Now that the landlord had changed, he had to say hello to them.

There are two main features of a Siheyuan: the screen wall and the hanging flower gate. The screen wall is an important decorative wall inside and outside the gate of a Siheyuan. Its main function is to block the messy and dull walls and scenery inside and outside the gate and beautify the entrance of the gate. When people enter and exit the house, the first thing they see is the wall with exquisite stacking and beautiful carvings. The hanging flower gate is what the ancients said about not going out of the main gate and not stepping into the second gate inside.

The house is generally divided into main house, wing house, back house, etc. The layout is very neat.

Zhong Yuemin stood in front of his newly bought courtyard house, his eyes filled with mixed emotions. This courtyard house, once full of life, has now become dilapidated. The red paint on the carved beams has faded, and the green grass on the tiles seems to be telling the traces of time.

As time went by, more and more people moved in, and more and more houses were built in the courtyard, and the house became more and more out of shape. The original "口" shape has disappeared, replaced by densely packed sheds and messy buildings.

The small shed built at the entrance is the kitchen of each family. It can only accommodate one person, and it is difficult to even turn around. The side rooms also have small sheds, but the main room has no shed because there is really no place to build one. The Persian cat jumps on the roof, as if mocking the current situation of this courtyard.

Zhong Yuemin could reach out his arms and touch the small sheds next to the side rooms. The sheds had taken up the entire courtyard, leaving no room for anything except walking back and forth. Zhong Yuemin could not help but feel a pity that the courtyard had become a slum.