child prodigy at eighty

"This is our house?" Liu Erhua stood at the door, afraid to go in for a long time.Without him, the shiny floor tiles could reflect people's shadows, and she was reluctant to set foot.

"Mom, what are you doing at the door? The heater is gone." Song Shifeng pushed his mother and walked in, "How about taking a look?"

Song Shiyu was instructing Gu Weifeng to hang a colorful landscape picture that he specially drew in the room, and he kept revising it, and it took a long time before he finally got what he wanted.

Liu Erhua feels that her eyes are not enough to see. She has only seen the sofa in the middle of the living room on TV. The books on the wall next to the sofa make people feel educated. There are no awards on the white wall. The colorful waterfall paves the way, and the momentum is amazing.

This is a living room, and then he was pushed to see the kitchen covered with snow-white tiles.

"Mom, look, how beautiful it is to cook here."

"Beautiful, really beautiful."

Liu Erhua touched the tiled cooking table. She never dreamed that she could cook in such a high-end kitchen. She was very happy. She felt that cooking here should be a little fairy-like.

"Bed, my bed!" Xiaosi looked at the new canopy bed and rolled over, "This bed doesn't scream!" This is so happy, the bed they are sleeping on now squeaks when they turn over Calling, I am always afraid that it will fall apart, and finally I don't have to worry about being pushed down from the air by my second brother one day.

"Third brother, how much did you spend on this decoration?" Father Song looked around, feeling a little nervous.

"It's not much, don't worry about the money, Dad, I can afford it." Song Shiyu talked left and right.

"How much is it? The family gave you 500, so you can't do it like this."

"I added a little more." A big one.

"How much, tell me." Song's father raised his heart when he saw him like this, and secretly built himself up.

"It's a total of 380 yuan. Dad, here is the account book." Song Shifeng put the account book in front of his father in a doggy manner, "You don't know, the third child can spend money, and it makes me feel bad, but his eyes Without blinking, you have to talk about him."

"What? How much?" Liu Erhua couldn't care less about beauty, and her brain exploded with a bang.

What is it like to have a son who can earn and spend?Liu Erhua tells you that even the experience of having a heart attack can cure you even if you are not sick.

For this thousand, 380 yuan, Song Xiaosan was beaten again, his butt was swollen.

Song Shiyu ran away from home angrily for three days, and was so mad at him.After spending money and effort, he was beaten up in the end, how can there be any reason for this!

Even if he ran away from home, he never forgot to bring his own writing tools, and he practiced calligraphy at night with aggrieved anger.

Gu Weifeng comforted him with his lips, but his heart was full of joy.He wished Song Xiaosan could stay with him for a while longer, he liked this kid so much.

But Song Xiaosan only stayed for three days, and was called away early in the morning on the fourth day, the reason was to move.

The day of the official move was sunny and windy, but there was no way to affect the good mood of the family.I found a trolley and pulled it back and forth several times before the move was completed. Many old furniture were given away directly, which made Liu Erhua very distressed. It was only done when she got married.

But there is no place to put it at home, so I can only reluctantly give it away.

When they moved, they invited relatives and friends to drink housewarming wine, and then their house became famous.Even if the house is divided in this day and age, most of them simply tidy up, just like what the Song family thought before, scraping the white, cement floor, or laying small pieces of floor tiles, this is already a very good decoration .The furniture must still be old furniture, just move it over and use it. Which family is willing to replace it with new ones like them, and even pretend to be like a big family in the movie, which is too extravagant to imagine.

Now as long as someone says that so-and-so's house is well-decorated, they will say with disdain, first go and see what Lao Song's house looks like before praising.

The house of the old Song family is the benchmark of luxury decoration.

It's just that after living in a luxury benchmark house for three days, someone protested that the house should not be allocated to their family, because the third child in his family has a house!

"So what if my third child has a house! It belongs to my third child! My Lao Song and I are both eligible to share housing! Lao Song has worked hard in the factory for 20 years, and I have also worked hard in the department store for 20 years. Shouldn't the house be allocated in [-]?" Liu Erhua asked angrily as soon as she came to the office of the housing allocation trade union.

"This is mainly due to the housing difficulties of some comrades. The house of your mistress is also your house." The chairman of the trade union wearing glasses said slowly.

"Then I would like to ask, is it not difficult for my four sons to live in two small rooms?"

"Then why don't you live in the yard of your third child, it's so spacious!" A young clerk from the factory union opened his mouth and came.

"You also know that it belongs to the third child in my family. Lao Song and I haven't reached the point where our son can take care of the elderly!"

"Anyway, we have to take back this house!" The branch leader stared at him.

"Why do you accept it! Give it to me and it's mine! If you want to go back, there's no way!" Liu Erhua patted the table like a female fighter, and she was bound to fight them to the end and defend her house.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, we are not discussing this." The chairman of the trade union said slowly.

Song Changhe, who had been silent for a long time, opened the document in his hand, "This is the housing allocation system in our factory. We allocate welfare housing according to seniority, professional title, and family population. In terms of seniority, we are both old employees and dual-employees. My professional title is senior engineer." , the position is the workshop director, in terms of number of years, we have dedicated 20 years of veteran employees to the factory, in terms of population, my family’s four sons are no less than anyone else’s family, may I ask if they do not meet the conditions for housing allocation!”

"It's not that the employees reflect that you have a house." The chairman said helplessly.

"It's true that the third child of our family has a house, and we have never hidden it, but you should have heard that his house is used for teaching, and our family is still crowded in the tube building. Besides, the factory already had a house before the house was divided. After investigating the family situation, we fully meet the housing allocation requirements, and the organization also allocated a house to us, which proves that the house should be allocated to us, and our house is justified!"

Song Changhe, who seldom made long speeches like this, looked at them seriously, and completely lost the impression that he was easy to talk about on weekdays.

"If you have a house, you shouldn't allocate it, and you should give it to comrades who have more housing difficulties!" The small group began to go online.

"The factory manager's house also has a house, why don't you take back the house of the factory manager's house?" Song Xiaosan broke in suddenly and asked with open mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Liu Erhua asked.

"Look at how they robbed our house." Song Shiyu said leisurely.

"It's none of your business here, go back to school!" The husband and wife yelled at their son in unison.

"I don't feel relieved if I don't see the result." Song Shiyu walked in two steps, "It's not all because of the incident caused by my room, it's also my affair, and I have the right to know."

"It's an adult's business to make a fuss about you kid." Xiaofen said disdainfully.

"But you are talking about my house, and you haven't answered me yet. Why can the factory manager's house be divided into a house? Or a big house?" Song Xiaosan continued to ask.

"This is talking about your family, what kind of factory director!" The little branch said uncomfortably.

"They're all the same revolutionary comrades. My house is about to be robbed, and I'm not allowed to ask you a question? The feelings in this factory are up to you." Song Xiaosan is not an ordinary child. He didn't say a word anymore, and the small talk made the little guy tongue-tied, and he was speechless for a long time.

"Isn't this discussing and researching now? It hasn't been decided yet, kid, don't take it out of context." The chairman of the union said slowly.

"That's it, then you discuss it slowly, I'm going back to class." Song Shiyu suddenly became very talkative, turned around and left, walked two steps and suddenly turned back, "By the way, I forgot one thing , I don’t have a house anymore, and neither do I.”

"San'er, what did you say?" Liu Erhua thought she had heard it wrong.

"There is no room, so that suite is our only property, and no one can take it away." Song Xiaosan said calmly.

"Impossible! We have clearly checked that you have a house under your name!" The little branch said with staring eyes.

"That's because your information is too far behind. I won't have a house from today on." Song Shiyu said in an angry tone, "Just check."

"What about the room?"

"What do you think?" He gave you a nasty expression that made you guess.

This kid's work is so wild that people can't even imagine it.What else can there be if there is no room?Sell ​​it.The leader of the small branch obviously also thought of it, "You are opportunistic! Embezzlement of national resources!"

"Heh, you can really talk. If you have a house, you say we can't divide it if you have a house. If you don't have a house, you still have something to say. It's all the reasons in the world. Let you occupy it. We ordinary people simply listen to you and ask for a trade union. What are you doing?" Liu Erhua babbled, she couldn't tolerate other people talking about her son like that, and the choking made the other party speechless.

"Okay, we will investigate again if you have a house. If the situation is true, the house is yours. No one can take it away. Don't worry. The union is for the welfare of all employees and will not harm the rights and interests of any employee." The chairman of the labor union said righteously.

"Thank you so much." It was an afterthought.Song Shiyu thought contemptuously in his heart.

After leaving the factory, Liu Erhua couldn't wait to ask, "Where's the house?"

"I'll put it under Gu Weifeng's name first, and I'll change it back after a while," Song Xiaosan said.

"Draw the bottom, son, who taught you?" Song Changhe was also in the mood to ask now.

"Does this still need to be taught?"

Song Changhe...

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the year again, and the usual Spring Festival couplet stalls were set up on Cross Street, and a new round of big purchases started in a lively manner. Once the New Year dumplings were eaten, after twelve o'clock, Song Shiyu was 12 years old.

Song Shiyu doesn't know what other people's 12 years old is like, but his 12 years old is still extremely wonderful in the eyes of other children.At the end of the year, he was going to break up with Gu Weifeng, but that guy refused to take over the trouble, so he had to spare some time to help him think about business.In addition, the calligraphy class is still going on, and it is getting more and more prosperous. Even the alley in his small courtyard is jokingly called the first alley of calligraphy.Then there is his homework, which is even more exciting. Liberal arts is almost perfect. Except for mathematics, he barely passes in science, and the other subjects are the lowest. With this score, he is listed in the third middle school, let alone the first middle school.

Now the child of someone else's family finally fell from the sky to the ground, stained with rusticity, like a real person.

It was also the final exam of this year, Song Xiaosan didn't get the No.1 certificate for the first time, no, to be precise, he didn't get the certificate at all, and the wall of certificates that Liu Erhua carefully moved over was missing a piece.