Chapter 133 Looking at the old house (Thanks for the support)

Chen Ju forced a smile and tried to be as gentle as possible: "It's getting late, hurry up and wash up and have breakfast. Breakfast is already cold!"

Feng Meijuan lightly punched Lin Zhijun on the waist, glared at him again, and whispered: "It's all your fault!"

Lin Zhijun turned around and put his arms around her waist, laughing and saying: "Blame me, blame me, go and wash up."

When the young couple went to wash up, Chen Ju's face dropped again.

Lin Zhijun and Feng Meijuan came over to sit down after washing up. They opened the cover on the table and saw that there were only two bowls of cold porridge and a plate of pickles. Feng Meijuan's mouth dropped and she glared at Lin Zhijun with dissatisfaction.

Lin Zhijun hurriedly brought a bowl to Feng Meijuan, winked at her and coaxed her. Seeing her chuckle, he turned to Chen Ju and asked: "Mom, where is my dad?"

"I wonder where he went? Your dad is just a boring gourd. He doesn't say a word all day long. It's not like you don't know."

Chen Ju lowered her eyes to pick vegetables, then raised her eyelids and glanced at her daughter-in-law opposite: "Meijuan, come and help mom cook after dinner! Mom is old and can't take care of this family anymore. In the future,

It will be easier for me with your help."

Feng Meijuan had just swallowed a mouthful of cold porridge and was feeling unhappy. When she heard this, she kicked Lin Zhijun's calf and gave him an aggrieved look.

Opening the door, I saw an old man standing outside, with his hands behind his back and a sullen face. When he saw Zhu Asheng, he just nodded and was about to walk into the house, but was stopped by Zhu Asheng: "Who are you looking for?"

"Brother Lin, are you here for something today?" Old Man Lu gave him more tea and asked again.

In front of him was a simple solid wood tea table with a tea tray and a set of tea sets on it. The small charcoal stove next to it was boiling water.

"Lin Zhiyu is my son!" Lin Qiang felt strangely proud when he said this.

Feng Meijuan glanced at Chen Ju with some pride and took another sip of the cold porridge. She felt that the cold porridge was not so uncomfortable. But she didn't know that her sister-in-law and her family of three were also going to move in and enjoy this big house together.

Old Man Lu also suppressed his smile and shook his head: "I don't agree with what you said. Since he is your son, he should inherit this house. It is his house, so why spend money to buy it? Since you

If you treat Lin Zhiyu as an outsider and conduct transactions and receive money, then you should keep in mind that this house has nothing to do with you."

"This is my old house, let me take a look!" Lin Qiang is not good at making appearances and speaks directly.

In fact, she had not reached the retirement age. In order to let Lin Yue return to the city, she retired early and gave her job opportunity to Lin Yue. So Lin Zhijun spoke to Feng Meijuan about her job, and she had nothing to say for a while. Suddenly, she remembered an old saying,

She had a personal experience of marrying a daughter-in-law and forgetting her mother.

He looked at the open door again. The door was newly painted in red, and the windows were enlarged and equipped with new glass. The sun shone in through the widened door and windows. It could be seen at a glance that the room had been completely renovated. There was nothing missing.

There are shadows of the original old house.

Lin Qiang is a rough man. He has always used a big tea cup to drink tea all his life. A little tea foam can last a day. When he is thirsty, he can drink a cup in one gulp. He has never seen such a fastidious person. This tea cup is so small that he can barely lift it.

Be careful, or you may crush it with force.

Lin Qiang felt very uncomfortable in his heart, as if he had lost something important, but what exactly was it? A house? Or a son?

There was a knock on the door, but he did not move. Zhu Asheng, who was watering the flowers, quickly put down the kettle and went to open the door. He was still wondering why someone would knock on the door here? Everyone entered the house through the door next door. This door except for cars

Almost no one leaves.

"I see, then why do you still say it's your house since it's been sold?" Old Man Lu spoke and moved slowly, but there was an invisible sense of oppression that made Lin Qiang very uncomfortable.

Old Man Lu didn't go out today. He was lying in a rocking chair. An opera was playing on the radio next to him. Old Man Lu took a sip of tea, then closed his eyes and beat the rhythm with his hands and hummed along.

Lin Qiang didn't answer. He glanced around with his eyes. The yard was full of lush flowers and plants, and it had changed a lot.

He had to stop, frowned and shouted: "This is my home, why are you stopping me?"

Lin Zhijun immediately understood: "Mom, you asked Meijuan to do some work as soon as she walked in. Besides, she has to go to work and doesn't have so much time to do housework at home."

He wanted to see who lived in his old house, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, he forgot that the house was no longer his.

Lin Qiang coughed a little awkwardly, and his eyes flashed slightly: "It's not a lie, I sold the house to him."

Zhu Asheng was tall, and now that he was eating well, his strength was even more amazing. Lin Qiang was caught next door and couldn't move, and was feeling a faint pain.

"Oh, your old house." Old Man Lu smiled in a low voice, poured himself a cup of tea slowly, drank it slowly, and then gently put down the teacup. Then he raised his head and looked at Lin Qiang, slightly uneasy.

Xie Di asked: "But how did I hear that Lin Zhiyu and Yang Liu spent a lot of money to buy the house? Did they lie to me?"

Lin Qiang walked to East Lake. He saw someone living in the old courtyard that night, and he kept thinking about it. Yang Liu said that the house was rented out. He was not an old fool. If he rented it out, could he open a door in the middle of the two courtyards?

"What's your home? This is obviously Lin Zhiyu's home."

Zhu Asheng was dumbfounded. He turned to look at Old Man Lu. Old Man Lu stood up, turned off the radio, and said to Zhu Asheng, "Please come in and sit down!"

"He is my son, I am his father, and my son's house naturally belongs to me." He could hardly suppress his anger. In any case, his house was only sold to his son. In his heart, he could come here at any time.

place, but now he found that there seemed to be something beyond his imagination.

Chen Ju originally wanted to give Feng Meijuan a slap in the face and establish some rules, but her son pushed her back. At that time, she was so angry that she almost had a heart attack.

After being invited to sit down, Lin Qiang was a little cautious, but Old Man Lu, like a master, slowly heated the teapot, teacup, made tea, poured a small cup and put it in front of Lin Qiang, making a gesture of invitation.

After he finished the drink and put it back, Old Man Lu shook his fan and said, "Lin Zhiyu went out to practice driving. I wonder why you came to see me?"

"Why doesn't it matter? He is me."

"He's your son, I know." Old Man Lu interrupted his words: "Are you curious about who I am?"

Lin Qiang kept his face and said nothing, but obviously he just wanted to know who this person living in his son's house was?

Old Man Lu always likes to quarrel with others. Now that someone is asking him to quarrel with someone, how can he be polite?

"I am his master, and he honors me with these things." Old Man Lu happily pointed to a circle of houses and yards, and then pointed to the coffee table and tea sets in front of him, showing off to Lin Qiang with pride in his eyes, which made Lin Qiang pinch.

Clenched his fists.
Chapter completed!