MTL - The Years When I Disguised As a Man at the Noble Academy-Chapter 47

But Song Zhili refused.

"I want to stay here," he said.

"Okay." Xia Wan didn't force him, she said, "Stay as long as you want, I'll accompany you."

Xia Wan lowered her head and took her mobile phone to send a message to Jiang Yushi and Yuchiyan, telling them that she had found Song Zhili so that they could come back.

Then Xia Wan turned off the phone and threw it on the table, putting it together with Song Zhili's phone that had been turned off for a long time.

At this moment, there are only the two of them left.

No external factors will disturb them.

Xia Wan walked to Song Zhili's side and looked up at the moon with him.

Song Zhili asked, "What did you see?"

Xia Wan replied without thinking: "This moon is big and round, like a naan, Song Zhili, when are we going to eat a big plate?"

Xia Wan's thinking has always been out of the way. She said these words naturally, as if she didn't care where they were at all.

As soon as Xia Wan finished speaking, she couldn't help sneezing due to the cold wind.

Song Zhili sighed.

Seemingly helpless to compromise, he said, "Go to the bedroom."

The bedroom, where the bed exists.

But because there is a certain distance from the balcony, the windows are sealed with plastic paper, so there is no need to face the cold wind.

Xia Wan reached out and rubbed her nose, looked at the wooden bed with nothing, and asked, "Did you sleep here last night? It's too cold. There is no quilt in this weather, and you will catch a cold. "

Song Zhili didn't answer Xia Wan's question, but lowered his eyes and muttered, "Yeah, it's cold, but they come here every day."

Xia Wan didn't understand and asked, "Who are they?"

"Buyers of Longfeng real estate imagine people moving into new houses, victims of unfinished buildings." Song Zhili closed his eyes and said a number that was extremely cruel but unforgettable to him: "Nine buildings, There are a total of 473 families. In the past 20 years, 37 families have relatives who have not lived in the new houses they expected."

Xia Wan was stunned.

Song Zhili raised a sarcastic smile, obviously smiling, yet he seemed so lonely.

He said: "My father participated in the investment in this building, but he is not the person in charge. And the room we are staying in now, the nominal head of the household used to be my mother."

In Song Zhili's narrative, Xia Wan learned that the real estate here was invested by Song's father, saying that it was a gift to Song's mother, but because the capital chain was broken, the real estate could not continue to be built, Song's father chose to delay the construction period for his own interests. , in fact, is to take money and leave, and design to get out of it successfully.

In the face of Song's mother's accusation, Song's father said that it was an urgent decision at the time. The real estate will be postponed for at most two years, and construction will continue.

However, this delay is twenty years.

Father Song has nothing to do with this unfinished building for a long time, so he will not post his own money to continue the construction period. What does the life and death of others have to do with him?

Song Zhili's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and continued: "You know what? It is very difficult for ordinary people to buy a house in the imperial capital. In order to support the elderly or their children to study, most of them have to borrow money to save the down payment. And Song Ze, for his own selfish desires, he easily ruined the life-long efforts of ordinary people and even the families behind them. Until now, some of them are still carrying mortgages for this unfinished building, It’s like a never-ending hole. There are also people who die at work due to overwork or commit suicide because of the family pressure they have to bear.”

Song Zhili felt more and more difficult to say every word, and even he felt that his breathing became short at this moment.

These are the past that he despises, resents, hates, but is powerless to do.

Xia Wan didn't know what to say at the moment, she could only repeat it over and over again: "Song Zhili, this is not your fault, don't blame yourself, these are not your fault."

It was something that happened before he was born, and has nothing to do with him.

The person who should repent and blame himself, and who should go to **** because of this incident, is his father.

Even if Xia Wan said so, she knew that her words had no power at the moment.

If Song Zhili could easily let go, he would not be here now.

The boy looked at her with red eyes and asked, "Would you like to walk with me?"

Xia Wan nodded.

dark night.

Xia Wan grabbed the corner of Song Zhili's clothes and followed him with a flashlight.

However, even so, Xia Wan took every step very carefully, for fear that there would be an undiscovered hole and she would fall into the air.

But Song Zhili was different. Even if the road in front of him was pitch-dark, he could step on every step with precision.

Xia Wan noticed this and asked, "You know this place very well?"

However, what Song Zhili said next made Xia Wan even more unbelievable.

"After my mother died, I came here to live for half a year."

here?

This rotten building? Where there are no windows and doors? How can I live for half a year? Is it safe here? Song Zhili was a child at the time, how could he live here?

Xia Wan had too many questions, so she didn't know which one to start with.

However, Song Zhili seemed to know what was happening to her.

They stopped at the seventh floor.

Song Zhili stood at the door and looked into the house.

There are relatively many furnishings here. Although the furniture has been covered with cobwebs, it can be seen that people lived here for a long time many years ago.

Song Zhili introduced everything here: "When I came, there were still some people living here. For example, 702, a middle-aged unemployed man lived here. Because he bought a house here and spent all his family savings, his wife finally chose to be with him. Divorced and returned to the country with the children."

He looked at the building opposite again, and continued: "It's a coincidence that on the seventh floor opposite, there lives a single mother with a daughter. She originally had a very happy family, but because she couldn't live in a new house for a long time. To bear the mortgage, my husband worked three jobs a day and died of overwork on the construction site in less than two years.”

He knew it all too well, because he had seen so many wives and families broken up here, all because of his father.

Seeing the loneliness in Song Zhili's eyes, Xia Wan's hand holding his sleeve instead grabbed his wrist, increasing her strength.

Xia Wan didn't say anything, just reminded Song Zhili of her existence in this way.

At this moment, she is willing to be his listener.

Song Zhili pursed her lips and continued: "There are also old people who live alone, and my son's life savings have gone and gone, and he is no longer able to afford her life in such a big city, so he can only come here to live, there are too many such examples. I When I came here, I told them that my mother was the owner of the place before her death, and that my father also died, so I could only live here with a bank card left by my mother.”

And after listening to those people, they were very distressed for the young Song Zhili.

Even though their lives are so poor that they can't even afford to rent the smallest single room, they come to live in this unfinished building with nothing, but they still take good care of the child. Song Zhili went to eat together, and even helped Song Zhili decorate his room.

They are obviously victims, and they obviously have nothing to protect themselves. In such a desperate situation, they are still kind, passing on love and hope to each other.

For example, the wooden bed in Song Zhili's room was bought for him at the lowest price by the alcoholic uncle on the ninth floor and the unemployed uncle of 702 in the second-hand market.

As for the wardrobe, the graduate student's sister on the sixth floor on the opposite side moved it from the previously rented house, and the landlord didn't want it. She also specially asked someone to help and transport it to Song Zhili for use.

As for the set of tables and chairs, that was Song Zhili's most precious thing.

An uncle who had worked as a carpenter saw the transcript of his schoolbag and immediately praised him as a material for study. He personally built a set of desks and chairs for him, so that he would study hard no matter what to do to his deceased parents.

Song Zhili still can't forget that the carpenter uncle gave him this set of tables and chairs, and said with a smile: "Uncle believes in you, and will be able to buy any beautiful house in this big city in the future. You are still young, you I won't live in a place like this forever."

Song Zhili was still young at that time, and he couldn't help but say, "Uncle, I swear, you won't live here forever."

One day, he will resume work on this unfinished building, and return the homes that these people should have.

And Uncle Carpenter smiled and shook his head at him, and said, "Uncle can't wait any longer."

That night, Uncle Carpenter said that it was his son's birthday, and he bought a lot of food to send door to door.

In an environment like that, few gifts are more practical than edible food.

But some people noticed that something was wrong. At that time, there were still dozens of families living in the unfinished building. Such door-to-door delivery of meat, eggs and vegetables was a lot of money.

And Uncle Carpenter also brought a carton of milk to Song Zhili and said with a smile, "My son used to like this brand the most. You are too thin, so you have to drink more milk to make your body stronger."

He sighed and continued: "I can't compare you to my son, you are a good boy, not the same as him. That **** in my family has never been obedient or studied since he was a child. I promise to make him rich in the future. Received from a big city, but I can't let him live in such a place with me, right? If only I were more capable, I would take him over and take him with me for discipline, don't you despise him You are such a smart and well-behaved child from the countryside, it would be great if my son knew you and learned a little from you."

And Song Zhili said: "Uncle, don't worry, if he comes, I will eat and live with him and go to school together, and no one will look down on him. I have good grades, and I have always been the first grade in our school. It doesn’t matter if he didn’t like to study before, anyway, I don’t go to school now, I can teach him from the beginning, I will definitely be able to teach him and let him be admitted to university.”

Uncle Carpenter touched Song Zhili's head again with his calloused big hand, with tears in his eyes, but just repeated: "Good boy, you are the best child your uncle has ever seen."

He looked kindly through Song Zhili's eyes, as if he was looking at his own son.

That night, Uncle Carpenter sat on Song Zhili's bed for a long time, and they also talked for a long time, and he did not leave until Song Zhili was sleepy.

But later, no one saw that uncle carpenter again.

Until he appeared in the newspaper news, he committed suicide by lying on the rails.

Because his wife died early, and his son was fostered in the countryside for many years without supervision, he died in a fight with someone last month. For Uncle Carpenter, he really has no meaning to live.

And Song Zhili found a cloth bag by his bedside.

That was Uncle Carpenter's last savings. It was two hundred and sixty-three yuan and seventy cents wrapped in a piece of cloth, all of which were left to Song Zhili.

Song Zhili felt that he should cry that day, but he did not cry.

This time, Uncle Carpenter will definitely be able to go to his son's side earlier, teach him in time, and will not let him go astray again.

And because of this, Song Zhili really realized that he couldn't stay here forever to escape reality.

This is just an unfinished business, not a utopia.

And his father and Xiao San wished that he died outside, so everything was theirs. If it goes on like this, it's just that the relatives hurt the enemy fast.

So after half a year, Song Zhili returned to Song's house, where he was so sick of, and even every breath of air he breathed felt disgusting.

Even so, he was no longer covered in thorns like before, arguing with his father indifferently, and mocking his stepmother, but knelt down and begged his father to let him go home.

He smoothed out all the edges and corners outside, and in Song Ze's opinion, this son had lived a hard life outside and finally bowed his head.

After all, it was a surprise to him that such an old child could last for so long.

From then on, Song Zhili was what everyone saw.

Gentle and tolerant of everything in the world, perfect to impeccable, this is also what he must have to survive in the Song family.

Because he had to stay, he had to take root.

Only in this way will he be able to take back what originally belonged to him one day in the future, and also be able to return everything that does not belong to the Song family to others.

When Song Zhili said this, his voice was calm and his mood gradually stabilized.

I've been to places too many times, and I can finally control myself even if I'm touched by the scene.

Yuchiyan and Jiang Yushi didn't even know that such an incident had happened, they just thought that he hid in self-protection because his mother's death was too hard, and Xie Yan knew that he had lived here for a long time, He knew what he cared about in his heart, but Song Zhili never told him the details of what happened here.

This is the first time he has completely torn the scar on his heart.

Blood dripping, full of the past.

Xia Wan looked up, because at this moment, she was the one who couldn't hold back her tears.

Song Zhili seemed a little surprised by Xia Wan's reaction, then with a slight smile in her eyes, she reached out and wiped Xia Wan's tears: "Why are you crying?"

Xia Wan shook her head and said, "I'm just thinking, why the scum has no retribution until now, ruining the lives of so many people, why can you still enjoy everything with peace of mind."

"There will be," he said.

One day he will do it.

Xia Wan looked into Song Zhili's eyes and said seriously: "I will help you, no matter what you want to do, we will help you."

What do you want to do?

Song Zhili smiled, but thought about it for a long time.

In the end he said: "I have no home for a long time, and I want to give these people their homes back."

The author says:

As for why you can buy a popular real estate and still need to pay the mortgage and end up being poor, let’s answer it here.

My understanding of unfinished buildings basically comes from some videos I watched at station B. Popular real estates that used to need to be dragged to buy ended up being unable to get a house because of unfinished buildings. People with mortgages can only live here, yes There is no need to discuss whether a story that actually happened in a certain city is reasonable, because it is reality.

My personal understanding is that buying a house is, after all, a lifetime career for Chinese people. Everyone will definitely buy the best one possible for their children and families. I think it is very easy for ordinary people to save a down payment in a big city. It's awesome, and it's normal to pay off a mortgage. How can there be so many people who buy a house in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou with full payment? Moreover, there must be a gap between the rich and the poor among the 400 or 500 families here. Those who really don’t have enough money will not come here at all. Song Zhili will definitely be able to buy a house with empty pockets. retreat.

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