Tsinghua University

There were many tenants in the hardware building, and Jiang Fusheng's rent had not been collected until twelve o'clock at noon.He talked all morning, but didn't drink a few sips of water, his throat was dry and hoarse due to thirst.

Jiang Fusheng put his schoolbag under his buttocks, sat on the landing for a while, and then continued to walk up, knocking on the door of the last tenant.

"anyone there?"

It was a little girl who opened the door, not as tall as Jiang Fusheng's waist.Wearing a little red padded jacket, she raised her dark eyes, stood timidly by the door, and asked, "Who are you?"

"You dare to open the door without knowing who I am. You are very courageous. Next time, you must ask clearly!" Jiang Fusheng put on a straight face on purpose to scare her, "Where is your lord?"

"I...I am the grown-up in the family now." The girl was not afraid after hearing Jiang Fusheng's words, but straightened up a little, and her voice became louder.

"Nonsense..." Before Jiang Xu could finish speaking, two children ran out of the room, a boy and a girl. Judging from their clothes, they should be twins.

The twins hid behind the little girl, watching Jiang Fusheng secretly, their eyes were curious and puzzled, and they asked in unison, "Brother, who are you?"

The three children crowded together by the door. From this point of view, the girl at the beginning seemed the most mature, and she was really the "adult" here.

Seeing this, Jiang Fusheng asked in another way: "I am a small landlord, where are your parents?"

"Mom and Dad are not at home." The girl asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Fu sighed, thinking that it was a bad luck for him to come here.He thought for a while, then said softly, "When your parents come home, tell them that the little landlord will come to collect the rent tomorrow."

"Rent..." The girl frowned, chewed on the meaning of the word, and suddenly said, "Brother, you are here to ask for money!"

Jiang Fusheng was about to say "yes", but the girl's eyebrows drooped again, her face showing a kind of sadness that didn't match her age, and she mumbled, "But...I don't have any money to give you anymore. Dad was hit by a car when he went out yesterday, and the driver has not been found yet. Mom took the money to the hospital."

She looked at Jiang Fusheng, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Dad told me that it's not good to owe others something, why not...how about I give you something else!"

Before Jiang Susheng could answer, the girl turned around and ran into the house, deftly like a rabbit.After a while, she hugged a pot of green saxifrage.It grows well, the fat leaves stretch naturally, and a few sporadic small flower buds droop like bells.

"This is a birthday present from my father. I have kept it for more than a year." The girl handed it out cautiously, "How much should it be worth, brother, can you pay less rent?"

Jiang Fusheng felt a little frustrated, and he took the pot of saxifrage: "When your parents come home, let them have my phone number and I will talk to them about the rent. Also, next time someone knocks on the door, Find out who opened it."

The girl didn't quite understand what Jiang Xusheng meant, so she nodded in a daze.She saw that Jiang Xusheng was about to leave, so she hurriedly said, "Goodbye, brother."

Jiang Fusheng didn't answer, just waved his hands.He walked down the stairs, feeling worried, not knowing how to take care of the pot of saxifrage.

Although it is not a precious species, but it is a birthday present from a father to his daughter, so it is very precious.

Jiang Fusheng is not someone who knows how to grow flowers, and the cacti at home are half dead.He thought about who among his friends could take care of this pot of saxifrage, but he was helpless because they were all cronies, not as good as him.

Suddenly, Jiang Susheng knocked on Shen Tinglan's door again.

Shen Tinglan simply wiped his face, hung up the towel properly, and then walked out of the bathroom.Most of the smell of fried rapeseed in the room had dissipated. He stood by the door and saw the figure of the little landlord through the peephole.

Shen Tinglan was still feeling uncomfortable, so she slowly put her hand on the handle and took a breath to relax.Open the door and ask as kindly as possible: "Little landlord, is there anything else you can do?"

Jiang Fusheng suddenly felt that he was stupid, and he only met Shen Tinglan a few times, and they didn't know each other well, so why should he help grow flowers?But the other party has already been called out, and saying "It's okay, you can go back" seems too much to be beaten.

He passed the saxifrage forward in a daze: "Can you grow flowers? Do me a favor, I can't make a living."

Shen Tinglan didn't have a good impression of Jiang Fusheng because of the "braised egg head".Seeing that he was a little silly at this moment, he couldn't help laughing: "Where did you get the saxifrage?"

Many people don't know saxifrage, but when Jiang Fusheng heard Shen Tinglan call out its name, he knew there was something going on.He didn't explain too much, "The little girl upstairs gave it to me. I'm afraid I won't be able to raise it, so I'll ask you."

Shen Tinglan's grandfather likes to grow flowers, and he is very experienced in this area.He reached out to support the bottom of the flower pot, took it over and looked at it: "It's growing well."

"Is that okay? Let it go here." Jiang Fusheng asked, "Just let me take a look at it when you have time."

Shen Tinglan thought about it and said, "Okay, but I can't help you grow flowers for nothing."

Jiang Fusheng looked serious: "Do you have any requests?"

Shen Tinglan smiled: "Let's owe it first."

He closed the door, turned around and put the saxifrage in the living room, seeing the soft sunlight evenly scattered on every leaf, he felt that the whole room seemed to be brightened.

A big stone in Jiang Fusheng's heart fell to the ground, and his steps became much lighter.The hardware building is an old building, and the sound insulation effect is not good.As he walked through the long corridor, he heard many voices clearly.

The children of the family on the left are reprimanded by their parents for doing wrong questions; the newlyweds in the family on the right are arguing over trivial matters; the ones in the front are watching a funny variety show;

As he left the hardware building, these voices became a little quieter, and gradually changed into another kind.The hawkers on the streets of Changning have all set up stalls, some selling breakfast, some selling fresh products, some selling fruits and vegetables... All kinds of cries and conversations blend together, like a big pot of boiling water, "Gudu Gudu" sounded lively.

Jiang Fusheng has long been used to this kind of life. He first went to the bank to deposit the rent collected, and then walked to the KFC across the street.During the winter vacation, there are many customers in the KFC store, and the seats are basically full.As soon as he entered, he heard a voice from the window on the left:

"Lao Jiang! Here!"

A boy in a black down jacket stood up from his seat and waved towards Jiang Susheng.There were a few people sitting next to him, all students.

Jiang Fusheng took off his schoolbag, strode over and put his coat on the chair and sat down: "It's so early? Has anyone written math? Let me copy it."

Every few days before the start of school, this kind of situation of students getting together to make up for their homework will appear in restaurants near No. [-] Middle School, and passers-by have long seen it.

The boy in a black down jacket is called Yang Yan, and he turned the pen in his hand: "I can still make up history, land and politics, mathematics? I can only choose a few fill-in-the-blank options, and write a few explanations, monitor Jiang, what do you want?" Copy it?"

"I'm a fart." Jiang Fusheng took out a set of math papers from his schoolbag and spread them on the table, "Don't be afraid of any difficulties we encounter, just face them with a smile! The best way to eliminate fear is to face Fear! Persistence is victory. Come on! Ollie!"

He stared at the topic for a long time, the smile on his face gradually froze, and finally threw the pen away, "Damn it, who invented the torture of function? Why Ollie! Sure enough, the best way to overcome difficulties is to give up."

"Don't look at the math, it's a cold-blooded monster and won't love you." Yang Yan took a sip of Coke, suddenly remembered something, and said in a low voice, "Hey, my uncle shared a big story with me this morning. Gua, are you listening?"

Yang Yan's uncle is the director of the political and educational department of Binhai No. [-] Middle School. The curiosity of a few students was aroused, and they stopped copying the papers. They hurriedly urged: "What melon?"

Yang Yan looked around and whispered, "Xie Zhirong, do you know this person? It's the boss of Changhong Industrial Group, a big local tyrant."

A boy with a round face asked softly, "What's wrong with him?"

"Hey, his son is coming to No. [-] Middle School to study, and he has been assigned to our class. My uncle told me secretly, telling me to be more careful and not mess with others."

Another boy interjected: "Why did the prince of Changhong fall in love with this small temple in our No. [-] Middle School? Shouldn't he go to some private noble school?"

Yang Yan patted the table lightly, his expression very much like the gentleman who used to talk about books: "It's not the serious prince, but Brother Huanzhu! Xie Zhirong's illegitimate son who is outside, he is now planning to divorce his wife and help his lover, together with him." Let Brother Huanzhu recognize his ancestor and return to his clan."

A girl thought about it for a while and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you're ripe?"

"Guaranteed! My uncle told me it himself! How can there be a lie?!" Yang Yan vowed to promise, "And this Brother Huanzhu is three or four years older than the serious Prince Xie, tsk tsk tsk. Mr. Xie of Changhong cares about his reputation, and this matter can be regarded as a stain on his life. My uncle specifically told me not to say anything about it."

Someone laughed and joked: "Dalou Yang, why did you tell us?"

Yang Yan said confidently: "The reason why I tell everyone is not because of my loudspeaker. I am worried that when school starts the day after tomorrow, someone will make a fuss in front of my elder brother. Let me remind you first. Don't talk about it everywhere, and my uncle will know about it." I'm done!"

Jiang Fusheng was not very interested in gossip, he looked at the unfinished papers on the table, frowned into the word "Chuan", and sighed repeatedly: "Don't even think about thanking the rich family at eight o'clock, Think about winter vacation homework. With such a thick stack, if you can’t finish it, the bell for class the day after tomorrow will be the death knell for my brothers.”

The author has something to say: I thought about it for a long time, and I didn't have any illegal words, why did it get reviewed? ? ?