Chapter 118 Home
Before Fang Yazi could continue speaking, Song Yuanchao raised his hand to stop him.
"Master Zhu, let me ask you, does your price include everything in this yard and the house?"
Master Zhu was stunned. He didn't think about it carefully. He pondered for a while and asked, "What's the matter? You like my house and the things in it?"
"Haha, look at what you said." Song Yuanchao handed over another cigarette and said with a smile: "You are going to sell the house and leave, so are you planning to take the things in this house with you? This is what I think. I will definitely live here after I buy it. I can't leave the house empty by then, right?"
"I just took a quick look and found that the furniture in your house is quite complete. Although it is a little old, it can still be used. I am a lazy person. If you leave all these things to me, I won't have to run around looking for them, right?"
"How about this? I won't return the 8,000, but you can leave the furniture and odds and ends in your house to me? Is that okay with you?"
"Mr. Song, these are all good furniture. Don't look old, but they are very sturdy." Master Zhu said hesitantly.
"Master Zhu, how much are these old furniture worth?" Fang Yazi couldn't help but speak up. "Find a carpenter outside to get some wood. Now it only costs two or three hundred yuan to make a set of furniture. And this is brand new. How many years have you used these? They are too hard to burn even if you chop them. Even if you sell them in a consignment store, how much can you get? It's a waste of time. Mr. Song said this frankly. He won't return the price of the yard, but you can just leave these broken things to him. It's convenient for others and for yourself. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"
"This... let me think about it..." Master Zhu puffed on his cigarette, thought for a while and shook his head, saying that these furniture could be sold for hundreds of dollars even if sold in a store, and this was not a small matter of a few dollars, and he couldn't bear to part with it.
Then Song Yuanchao and Fang Yazi continued to bargain with Master Zhu while the iron was hot, and finally added 200 to the price of 8,000 offered by Master Zhu, that is, a total of 8,200 to buy Master Zhu's courtyard house including all the furniture and sundries in the house.
Of course, this does not include the personal belongings that Master Zhu wanted to take away. Song Yuanchao had no objection to this, and both parties went directly to the main house to finalize the matter.
The next things were simple. With Fang Yazi's presence, everything was easy to handle. When Song Yuanchao came out, he took his passbook with him and went to several banks to withdraw money. Then he went to the Housing Management Office with Master Zhu. Fang Yazi had many connections there, and both parties easily made the change registration at the Housing Management Office, received the real estate deed and signed the sales contract. After these things were done, this courtyard house belonged to Song Yuanchao.
Master Zhu was a straightforward person. After finishing these things, he took the things he had sorted out and found a cart to load them and temporarily moved to the dormitory in the factory. In fact, Song Yuanchao did not ask for this. Before Master Zhu left, he could continue to live here for a while.
But Master Zhu felt that since the house had been sold, it would not be appropriate for him to continue living there. Moreover, after the house was sold, Master Zhu had some knots in his heart about the matter. Continuing to live there would only bring back memories and make him uncomfortable. It would be better for him to leave quickly and avoid these troubles.
After seeing Master Zhu off, he chatted with Fang Yazi for a few more words and gave him the brokerage fee. Fang Yazi was very happy after receiving the money. Although today did not start so smoothly, the final result surprised him.
Watching Fang Yazi ride away on his bike, Song Yuanchao turned and entered the yard, closed the gate, and walked in this courtyard that now belonged to him. Song Yuanchao felt so happy.
An old courtyard house in Yanjing is what many people in later generations dream of, and Song Yuanchao now owns it easily.
Walking around the rooms, Song Yuanchao felt happier the more he looked, especially the old mahogany furniture. This was an unexpected surprise for Song Yuanchao today. He wished he could move in here right away, but he quickly gave up the idea because although this courtyard house was well preserved, it still had some problems, so Song Yuanchao planned to find someone to repair it first.
In addition, Song Yuanchao is now living on campus. If he moves out of the school, it will be difficult to explain to his classmates. After all, he is not from Yanjing. It is okay to live here one day a week , but it is not possible to live here for a long time. Song Yuanchao does not want to cause trouble because of this.
The morning has passed in a flash and it is now noon.
Song Yuanchao locked the door and rushed to school excitedly. After arriving at the dormitory, he dragged out the large wooden box that contained the paintings from under the bed, and then carried it downstairs.
After tying the box to the back seat of the bicycle, Song Yuanchao pushed the bicycle to the girls' dormitory. He happened to meet Lin Yan's roommate downstairs. Song Yuanchao asked her to help call Lin Yan down. After waiting for a while, he saw Lin Yan hurriedly coming downstairs.
"Why did you come back so soon? Didn't you say you had something to do today?" Lin Yan thought Song Yuanchao was in a hurry about something with Zhao. She came very quickly, but when she saw Song Yuanchao, she found that his face was full of smiles.
"It's done. Come on! I'll take you somewhere."
"Now?"
"Yes! Now!" Song Yuanchao said with a smile.
Lin Yan glanced at the big wooden box on the back of Song Yuanchao's car and frowned: "What are you carrying? Where do you want me to sit?"
"Good stuff, you'll know in a minute." Song Yuanchao said with a smile, and at the same time patted the front bumper of the tripod in front of him: "I'll bear with it for a while, just sit here today."
Lin Yan's face suddenly turned red. Sitting on the backpack rack and sitting on the front bumper are not the same thing. Sitting on the back is normal, but sitting on the front bumper is an intimate act only for couples. Although Lin Yan and Song Yuanchao have been in love for a long time, it was her first time sitting on the front bumper.
Lin Yan hesitated for a moment, feeling a little shy, but at Song Yuanchao's urging, she finally sat on the front bar.
Song Yuanchao helped Lin Yan sit down, said "Let's go", and then rode his bike to take Lin Yan out of the school. Although today was Sunday, there were fewer students in the school than usual, but when they saw Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan so ostentatiously walking around, some students who didn't know them all showed surprised expressions, while those who knew them were full of envy and jealousy.
At first, Lin Yan was not used to sitting on the front bar, but after a while she felt at ease and at the same time felt happy and satisfied in her heart.
The two chatted as they rode. It took half an hour's ride from Yenching University to Song Yuanchao's courtyard house. Along the way, Lin Yan asked Song Yuanchao where he was taking her, but Song Yuanchao just smiled and didn't answer. When they arrived at the place, Song Yuanchao stopped the bike and Lin Yan jumped off the front bumper and looked around.
"Isn't this the Houhai area? Why did you bring me here?"
"Let me show you something good." Song Yuanchao smiled mysteriously and beckoned Lin Yan to walk forward. After walking a few steps, they arrived at the gate of the courtyard. Song Yuanchao took out the key to open the locked gate, pushed the cart and beckoned Lin Yan to go in.
Lin Yan looked around the place. As a native of Yanjing, she of course knew that this was a quadrangle courtyard. There was a large beautiful screen wall at the entrance. After turning around the screen wall was the main courtyard. In the middle of the clean courtyard, there was a big tree with lush branches and leaves. Under the tree were stone tables and stone benches. It looked peaceful and full of life.
"Look, what do you think of this place?" Song Yuanchao parked the car aside, walked up to Lin Yan who was looking around the yard and asked.
"Yuanchao...this...this is...?" Lin Yan was a little unsure and looked at Song Yuanchao with surprise, joy and inquiry.
"This will be our home from now on! Do you like it?" Song Yuanchao asked softly, gently hugging Lin Yan's shoulders.
"You bought it? How much did you spend on it?" Although Lin Yan had guessed a little, she was still very surprised.
"Yes! I bought it. It's not expensive, only 8,200. You know I made some money before, so this is not much for me." Song Yuanchao took out the real estate deed from his pocket and put it directly in Lin Yan's hand: "This is our home. You will be the housekeeper of this family in the future. I give this to you for safekeeping."
Lin Yan opened it, and when she saw that the paper in her hand was the real estate deed of this courtyard house, Lin Yan believed that this courtyard house was just bought by Song Yuanchao and everything was real.
With a cheer, Lin Yan suddenly became as happy as a child, running and laughing in the yard. Song Yuanchao did the same. He even pretended to be an eagle catching a chick, whining and pouncing on Lin Yan with open arms. Lin Yan giggled and circled around the tree. Song Yuanchao tried his best to pounce left and right, but he could not catch Lin Yan.
After a long quarrel, both of them had sweat on their foreheads, and finally they calmed down and sat down on the stone bench. Song Yuanchao took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off Lin Yan, and asked her with a smile if she was happy. How could Lin Yan not be happy? What does a house mean? Whether it is a girl of this era or a girl of later generations, their ideas are the same, especially since people of this era are more innocent. In addition, Song Yuanchao gave her the title deed for safekeeping, which means Song Yuanchao's commitment and attention to Lin Yan.
After resting for a while, Lin Yan went to see those rooms with great interest. Every room made her extremely gratified. Accompanied by Song Yuanchao, she pointed at the exhibits in the rooms and talked about how she wanted to rearrange the rooms. Song Yuanchao listened with a smile and gave encouragement.
"These furniture are really nice, especially this bunk bed, it's so beautiful!" In the main room, Lin Yan's eyes lit up when she saw the bunk bed, and she touched the exquisite carvings on the bunk bed with emotion.
Song Yuanchao told her that this courtyard house and everything in it now belonged to them, and Lin Yan could do whatever she wanted with it, and he would listen to Lin Yan in everything.
Lin Yan's idea was similar to Song Yuanchao's. She was very satisfied with the furniture and the courtyard, but some repairs were still necessary. But this was not a problem for Lin Yan. She could find someone to help, which saved Song Yuanchao the trouble. Song Yuanchao immediately handed the matter over to Lin Yan.
8200, this price is not low, but this is Song Yuanchao's intention. Besides, money is just money after all, and this house means something different to them. As Song Yuanchao said, this will be their home in the future, their little nest, and she will be the hostess here.
After looking at the house with great interest, Song Yuanchao suggested that they go buy some vegetables today and cook for themselves so that they can spend some time alone?
Lin Yan nodded happily and agreed. Without saying a word, the two of them went to the kitchen, found a basket, and went out together to buy some vegetables at the nearby vegetable market, just like an ordinary young couple.
As for rice and flour, Master Zhu left some for Song Yuanchao when he left. The kitchen had basically all the pots, pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Song Yuanchao rolled up his sleeves and got busy. Lin Yan helped him. Soon, three dishes, a soup and a pot of rice were placed on the stone table in the yard...
