Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

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"Hey? Who?"

"Mr. Fang Xia, I am Wang Ke. Mrs. Geng asked me to pick you up. I am waiting for you in the parking lot in Area B of South Plaza."

It's indeed a member of the Geng family.

He wrote down the license plate number reported to him by the other party. The young man, Fang Xia, hung up the phone, looked up at the signs a few more times, and then turned around and walked towards the parking lot.

Arriving at the parking lot of area B in South Plaza, Fang Xia quickly found Wang Ke who came to pick him up - he was a young man in his early thirties. He was wearing a straight and serious suit and stood outside the car waiting in a cold day. He looked like the elite assistant of a big president in an idol drama. As soon as Fang Xia entered the parking lot, he noticed him, glanced at the license plate number of the car next to the elite assistant, and immediately confirmed the identity of the person.

Fang Xia hugged her suitcase and walked quickly towards the other party.

As Fang Xia approached, Wang Ke also recognized him. His appearance was somewhat similar to the original heir who passed away from the Geng family. His eyebrows were handsome and his temperament revealed between his eyebrows. He always felt that he was a bit of a ruffian and was not as steady as the deceased original heir.

"Young Master Fang Xia." Wang Ke withdrew his gaze and took a step forward.

"Brother..." Fang Xia sighed and patted Wang Ke on the shoulder very remarkably. "I just wanted to complain about you on the phone. The title of Young Master and Old Lady is out of touch with the times. I will change it if I have time."

Wang Ke was stunned. He didn't answer the conversation. He didn't know how to answer. He knew that Fang Xia was not willing to go back to the Geng family. From a certain perspective, it could be considered coercion. He felt frustrated, and with his youth and aura, he would probably have some emotions. He imagined that Fang Xia might be cold-eyed when he saw him, or he was ignorant. He never expected that the first sentence of the other party when he met was such an uncontrollable complaint.

"Brother, why are you stunned? Help open the trunk!" Fang Xia had already passed Wang Ke and walked behind the car, knocking on the back of the car, tilting his head and calling him.

Wang Ke came to his senses and helped Fang Xia stuff his suitcase into the trunk. After Fang Xia got into the car, Wang Ke sat in the driver's seat and ignited the fire to drive.

Fang Xia sat in the back seat, with her bent elbows standing by the car window, supporting her chin with one hand, and casually looking at the scenery retreating outside the car window.

Fang Xia is a student of Dongchen Academy of Fine Arts in C City. This year, he will be able to put his books into the social dyeing vat in two months. He has already found a job in advance and works as a teacher in a studio in C City. The studio provides food and accommodation, and his salary is also good. He originally planned to save money for a few years and settle the support provided by the Geng family, so he completely cut off contact with the Geng family. From then on, he will not interfere with the water. Who would have thought that the Geng family, who has never had any connections in so many years except for giving him support before adulthood, suddenly contacted him a week ago and asked him to go back to inherit the family business.

For an illegitimate child, this is like a pie falling from the sky. It was a person who did not even have the right to recognize his ancestors, but suddenly he was given treatment that only a serious heir could receive. What a joyful thing! But Fang Xia refused, and he simply refused without any room for anything. He also gave the other party a sarcasm, which made the other party very angry and hung up the phone.

He had no good feelings for the Geng family, nor did he feel belonging in blood. His biological father, the head of the Geng family, passed away long before he was born. His mother gave birth to him was said to be to enter the Geng family to enjoy wealth, but in the end he only gained the arrogance and disdain of the Geng family. Fang Xia's dislike of the Geng family was simply due to personal emotions when she was a child, and the Geng family's contempt for their mother and son. When she grew up, she understood that most of the mistakes should be attributed to her mother who interfered in other people's families, and the grudge became weak. However, the Geng family gave him the impression of arrogance and coldness that was high above. Even if she put aside personal feelings, it was still difficult for people to not have any positive emotions.

The so-called famous family of Geng's family looked down on his mother, who was the mistress who led their heads for money and status, and even looked down on him as his illegitimate son. When he was three years old, after his mother passed away, the old lady of Geng's family, his blood-related grandmother, did not bring him back to the Geng's family, but gave him a support fee every year to the Queshan Temple Temple, who adopted him, and was raised by the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest is named Ma Guangping, and his Taoist name is Wenshi. In addition to being the raising man of Fang Xia, he is also his master. Although he took the money from the Geng family to raise him, he was really nice to him. Fang Xia usually dislikes his master, dislikes him for his long-windedness, dislikes him for his superstition, and dislikes him for his nostalgia, but in his heart he regards Ma Guangping as his father. He would agree to go back to the Geng family just for Ma Guangping.

Ma Guangping, who has always been strong, suddenly became ill and was diagnosed with a cerebral thrombosis. To undergo surgery as soon as possible, a large amount of medical expenses were urgently needed. However, Queshan Temple in Q City is actually a very poor Taoist temple. On weekdays, Ma Guangping and Fang Xia’s two senior brothers, rubbing against the rituals of other Taoist temples with a scattered entrusted by the residents of the town and subsidies from the Taoist Association, barely maintaining the operation of the Taoist temple. Although Fang Xia’s two senior brothers are not orphans, their families are just ordinary income families. They have to raise such a large amount of surgery, not counting the costs of subsequent treatment. It is obviously not something that can be done in the short term with the efforts of the three senior brothers, but their master can’t wait for that long. In desperation, Fang Xia had to compromise with the Geng family - he obeyed the Geng family's request, and the Geng family was responsible for helping to bear Ma Guangping’s medical expenses.

Wang Ke drove out of North Station, drove all the way into the city, passed through the bustling city center, and then turned into the suburbs of ancient buildings.

The pink walls and black tiles, high ridges and eaves, stacked buildings and courtyards, and the typical Hui style ancient architecture features highlight the city's strong historical heritage. This is the location of the Geng family's old house. This is the second time Fang Xia has come to A City in memory. The first time he was brought to him by his mother who had not yet died when he was three years old. He remembers little at a young age, but on the way he came, his mother kept telling him how to please his grandmother, so that the ancient building where the Geng family is located left a deep mark in his memory. After twenty years, he still has an impression.

The car stopped at the gate of the Geng family. Fang Xia refused Wang Ke to help carry the suitcase. He carried the box himself and followed Wang Ke into the gate of the Geng family.

Walking into the exquisite brick carved door tower, passing through the vestibule, and walking along the open corridor around the patio. Going to the second entrance, Wang Ke led Fang Xia into the hall on the left side of the patio. The space of this entrance was slightly smaller than that of the first entrance, and one side was separated from a room as a tea room. Wang Ke gently pressed the tea room door twice, and pushed open the door after hearing the answer, signaling Fang Xia to go in alone.

Fang Xia handed the suitcase in her hand to Wang Ke and walked into the tea room smoothly.

The tea room is not big, and the layout inside can be seen at a glance. On the left side of the entrance door, facing the wall, occupying a corner of the wall in a right angle, and there are two antique shelves on both sides. On one side are placed with wood-carved porcelain ornaments, and on the other side are only two rows of books, there are nothing else. On the right, the antique shelves facing the ornaments are two wooden lattice windows. The window is tightly closed, and under the window is the floor where adults are tall in their calves.

On the platform, there is a square and low table on the floor, and a set of tea sets in use on the low table. Sitting on the side of the low table is an old man with a gray head. She is wearing a black-bottomed red embroidered hooked jacket, with her head meticulously behind her head, and her eyes are deep and unlight. The wrinkles on the skin on her face vary in depth, among which the deepest lines are the two nasolabial folds extending downward on both sides of the nose, giving people a feeling of being strict and difficult to get along with.

There is no need to guess that this old lady who seems to be very difficult to get along with is Fang Xia's grandmother, the Geng family's head and the old lady in charge - Geng Wenqiu.

When Fang Xia looked over, she happened to meet her sight.

Fang Xia rubbed her nose and walked over.

"What should I say? Or should I call you grandma first?" Fang Xia stood in front of Geng Wenqiu and spoke first.

"You don't look as reluctant as you were originally acting as your heir to return to the Geng family." Geng Wenqiu said.

"I'm going back to Geng's family, isn't it the only condition you put for my master to pay medical expenses? Since I agree to this transaction, I'm too pretentious to write my face with reluctance." Fang Xia shrugged, "Or are you willing to change the conditions? How about asking me to double the medical expenses in the future? You can make a lot of money by paying it out and entering!"

"The Geng family is not short of money." Geng Wenqiu said.

"It's not too much money! You really don't think about it?" Fang Xia suggested sincerely.

"Think about canceling this transaction and refusing to help Ma Guangping bear the medical expenses?" Geng Wenqiu looked at him squintly.

"The transaction has been reached, it's so troublesome to change it!" Fang Xia immediately changed the subject, as if he was not the one who suggested Geng Wenqiu to change the conditions before.

The oil cavity is smooth and the wind changes.

Geng Wenqiu withdrew his gaze from Fang Xia, pointed to the position on the other side of the low table and said, "Sit down."

"What..." Fang Xia swallowed and consciously explained to Fu Jin what he was doing just now, "I just went to find old lady Geng... that is, Geng Wenqiu, do you know? She explained everything about you to me."

Fu Jin nodded slightly, indicating that she knew.

"It's getting late, you can rest early, good night." Fang Xia said as he walked out, and he decided to go to Wang Ke's room opposite.

"Where are you going?" Fu Jin's eyes turned, and his eyes fell on Fang Xia's foot that had just left the room.

"...I'll go to Wang Ke's side to sleep. I snore and talk to my teeth at night, for fear of affecting your rest."

"I always have to get used to it." Fu Jin paused slightly and said, "You always have to get used to it."

Fang Xia: "..." What should I get used to me? Are I used to living in the same room with ghosts?
Chapter completed!