After cohabiting with the old enemy contract

Jiangcheng, Ningxing Street.

This area is an old house in the old alley of the last century. It was sold to a real estate developer for renovation of the old area a few years ago.

In the block, some bungalows have been demolished, and some have not had time to be demolished.Among them are several old-fashioned small western-style buildings, which were originally to be demolished.

Zhou Changyuan and Cheng Zhan stood in front of a dilapidated small western-style building, which was the smallest one here. The outer wall was peeled off in sevens and eights, and most of the wall was covered by green vines.The iron gate at the main entrance was rusted and couldn't be closed. It was blown by the wind and creaked and swayed back and forth.

Zhou Changyuan said in a deep voice: "There are instructions from above that these western-style buildings will not be demolished, but will be restored and preserved as historical and cultural buildings."

"Can it still be sold?"

In Cheng Zhan's impression, the small western-style building in front of him was the last memory of him and Tao Zhen in Jiangcheng.

That year, Tao Zhen brought him back to Jiangcheng from his hometown, where he lived.

Tao Zhen smiled and said to him, "This place will be closer to Beishan."

It's just that that kind of smile makes people's hair stand on end, it's weird like a smile but not a smile.

"Would you like to go in and have a look?" Zhou Changyuan made a gesture of invitation, and then said, "It can be sold. This land has been granted to me now. When the renovation is completed, including the bungalows behind, it will be demolished and rebuilt. At that time, The entire project will be launched in phases. It is adjacent to Ningxing, and plans to build a comprehensive commercial plaza, and the planning has begun.”

Beyond the iron gate, there is a spacious yard inside, and the grape trellis on the left is now only a few stone pillars.

Cheng Zhan stood in front of the gate, and the gaps in the steps facing him were covered with long and short weeds.

However, the woman who would stand on the steps, yell at him, and beat him was gone.

"Ah Zhan?" Seeing him in a daze, Zhou Changyuan waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Cheng Zhan came back to his senses suddenly: "Sorry."

Zhou Changyuan turned the key and pushed open the door of the small building. Since no one lived in it for a long time and it was in disrepair, when the door was opened, there was a strong musty smell.

Every room was empty, without a single piece of furniture.On one side of the living room, there is a wooden staircase leading to the second floor, and the paint on the handrails is basically all peeled off.

Cheng Zhan touched the handrail of the stairs: "When I was a child, I liked to scurry up and down here, and then my mother would catch me and beat me up."

Zhou Changyuan smiled: "I can't tell, so you were so skinny before. I thought you were always very gentle."

"Hahahaha." Cheng Zhan patted the ashes off his hands, "That's all human design."

The two went upstairs and downstairs in a circle.

For Cheng Zhan, everything here is very familiar, but it has long been changed beyond recognition, and the memories about that person that once existed here, Cheng Zhan feels that he longs to forget.

Coming out of the villa, Zhou Changyuan asked him: "Do you want to think about it? If you want, I will keep it for you."

The sunset in the evening, the red clouds covering the sky, coated this old western-style building with a layer of gorgeous red light, the rays of light are brilliant, very beautiful.

Cheng Zhan looked at the villa, was silent for a while, and then said, "No need. I don't have any good memories of this place."

As he said, he strode out of the iron gate with a fast pace, as if he was eager to escape.

Zhou Changyuan looked at his back, his eyebrows gradually tightened. This was the second time he experienced "regret" on Cheng Zhan.

The last time was because of Luo Qisheng.

Zhou Changyuan took a photo of a western-style building with his mobile phone, and the shot was not aesthetically pleasing, with no composition, light and shadow.

He found a person in the contact list. Since adding friends, the two of them haven't sent a message.

When he has something to do, he calls directly.

Zhou Changyuan: [Photo.jpg]

Within a few seconds, Luo Qisheng's message came back: 【What do you mean? 】

Zhou Changyuan: [A Zhan used to live in the house in Jiangcheng. 】

Luo Qisheng: [I know this, I checked it.I'm asking you, what do you mean? 】

Luo Qisheng followed up with the second one: [Is this land in your hands? 】

The corner of Zhou Changyuan's mouth twitched, thinking, fortunately he's not too dull.

Luo Qisheng: [It's in your hands, I want to pre-order it. 】

Zhou Changyuan: [Don't you just ask Ah Zhan, does he really want it?He just finished reading and said that he didn't have a good impression of this place. 】

Luo Qisheng: [The good or bad impression is because of the people who live in it, it has nothing to do with the house. 】

Zhou Changyuan's finger that sent the message suddenly froze.

Luo Qisheng's understatement made him feel enlightened.

Zhou Changyuan thought that if he gave this place to Cheng Zhan, that person would gladly accept it.

But Cheng Zhan refused, he just felt sorry, maybe Cheng Zhan really didn't like living here.

However, Luo Qisheng told him clearly that he didn't know Cheng Zhan.

Cheng Zhan's likes and dislikes are not this house at all.

It was in this house, the one who lived with him.

In the past it was Tao Zhen, but in the future, it might be Luo Qisheng.

……

Because of Luo Qisheng's injury, Cheng Zhan was not in a good mood, and at that moment he was even impulsive and wanted to quit.

After looking at the house, I was already a little depressed, and it became more and more uncomfortable.Just like what Luo Qisheng said, all the things related to Tao Zhen in the villa came up again, and he was almost suffocated.

Walking out of Ningxing Street, Cheng Zhan tried his best to let himself walk under the sun, hoping to use the scorching sun to drive away the haze in his heart.

After walking lazily for a long time, Cheng Zhan saw a dessert shop on the side of the street. After entering, he ordered an ice cream and a snowy cake.

Facing the window, looking at the road scorched by the scorching sun, the air on the asphalt road was so hot that it was fuzzy.

The cold vanilla flavor slips into the mouth, and the sweet taste dilutes some unpleasant memories.

Cheng Zhan opened WeChat and saw a red "one" on the contact's label. He clicked on it, and a person named "Qingqing Xiaotangtang" was applying for friend verification.

Cheng Zhan was about to refuse, but found that the person's note read: "I've finished watching Brioche's video! Worship the Great God."

The corner of Cheng Zhan's mouth twitched: "It can't be..."

"You have added Qingqing Xiaotangtang, you can chat now."

Xiaotangtang: [Ah Zhan!God! 】

As soon as Cheng Zhan clicked through, he was about to send a greeting like "Hello".

There have been several messages coming from the opposite side in a "swish swish".

Xiaotangtang: [Photo.JPG]

Xiaotangtang: 【Video.AVI】

Xiaotangtang: [Great God, quickly see if I'm doing it right? 】

Xiaotangtang: [/expectation/nervous.Ask for a review. 】

Cheng Zhan: ...

Cheng Zhan didn't have time to reply to the message, and the chat box was already full of news from the other side.

He had no choice but to type a line: [Excuse me, are you Mrs. Luo? 】

Xiaotangtang: [Yes, yes, yes!I'm Luo Qisheng's mother. 】

Xiaotangtang: [My dear!photo.jpg]

Probably to prove her identity, Tang Qingyu immediately sent a photo of herself and Luo Qisheng.It was taken in the bedroom of the villa, Luo Qisheng refused to take the photo with a look of disgust, but unfortunately he couldn't hold back his mother.

Luo Qisheng's mother!

Cheng Zhan almost choked on a mouthful of ice cream.

Idleman Cheng: [Auntie, hello. 】

Tang Qingyu is simply a master of WeChat. Usually Cheng Zhan sends a message, and she can send a series of photos, videos, audio, text, and mixed typing.

Most of Tang Qingyu's questions were related to desserts. She could ask about a cheese or a cream for a long time.

Before he knew it, Cheng Zhan had been chatting with him for two hours, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

Xiaotangtang: [Ah Zhan!Isn't it very late there!Ah, sorry, sorry, I delayed your meal.You go to eat quickly. 】

Xiaotangtang: 【Ah, there was a loud noise upstairs, I'll go and have a look first. 】

upstairs?

Luo Qisheng's bedroom is upstairs.

Cheng Zhan was not calm anymore.

He typed it several times in the input box, and finally deleted them all.

-

In the next few days, Tang Qingyu became the person with the most messages among Cheng Zhan's wechat chat partners without any suspense.

However, the content of her chat is slowly changing from dessert to her son.

For example, Xiaotangtang: [I am going to accompany the brat to change the dressing. 】

Xiaotangtang: [I ate red house steak at noon, and the brat said that you also like it, Ah Zhan. 】

Xiaotangtang: [I let him rest for two more days, and insisted on arguing for a meeting. 】

Cheng Zhan hasn't had much contact with Luo Qisheng recently, but he knows that person's whereabouts like the back of his hand.

Cheng Zhan didn't find Tang Qingyu's bombarding reports every day annoying.

From time to time, I will reply with a sentence or two.

Idleman Cheng: [He doesn't like coffee with too much milk, Americano, or latte is fine. 】

Xiaotangtang: [Oh, yes!I was just about to put creamer in! 】

Xiaotangtang: 【Ah Zhan, you know him well. / Cover your mouth and laugh]

Looking at this sentence, Cheng Zhan always felt that something was wrong.

"Dong dong..."

Xu Yin knocked on the door and came in, "Mr. Cheng, a Mr. Cheng came and said that he must see you."

"Do you have an appointment?"

Xu Yin was in a dilemma: "No. But he said that you will definitely meet him. His name is Cheng Beishan."

……

In the conference room, Cheng Beishan was sitting alone, with his waist tensed, and his face also tensed along the way.

Cheng Zhan walked in without knocking on the door.

When Cheng Beishan saw him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Cheng Zhan's face was not good, he threw the folder on the table, his eyes were cold, and he glanced at Cheng Beishan's face.

After the premiere of the last movie, he hasn't seen this person for almost half a year.

The already indifferent impression became more and more indifferent to each other.

"What do you want from me?" Cheng Zhan pulled away a chair opposite Cheng Beishan, and said bluntly, "I have seen Sheng Zhe's project, and the investment research department will follow up. You don't have to worry about it, and neither do I."

Cheng Beishan looked at Cheng Zhan with mixed emotions, including shock, disdain, anger, and finally a little bit of disgust.He didn't know whether he hated Cheng Zhan or Tao Zhen.

"I hope you will personally follow this project." Cheng Beishan also said bluntly, "Because you know Sheng Zhe best."

Cheng Zhan sneered: "I know Sheng Zhe in the past, not now."

Cheng Zhan tapped on the folder, "I never thought that Sheng Zhe would collapse like this after I left the job for only a year. I really think highly of Cheng Wenzhuo."

"Cheng Zhan." Cheng Beishan held back his dissatisfaction.

He has been in Yan City all year round, and Sheng Zhe has been handed over to Cheng Wenzhuo to take care of him this year. God knows that this kid is not even one percent of Cheng Zhan's. In just one year, the company's liquidity has been broken. A big project is on hold.

Yesterday's grand scene is like a flowering epiphyllum, withered overnight.

But this time, the project that Sheng Zhe entrusted to Naijia is the only life-saving straw that Sheng Zhe has left now, and he can't miss any more.

Because of this, Cheng Beishan had no choice but to come to find Cheng Zhan himself.

"If you can win this project, I can let you go home."