Make a living

Chapter 30

Maybe it's because Cheng Zijun's words are taken for granted, or maybe it's because I can always see kind old acquaintances from various places recently, or maybe it's because in the short videos that I come across from time to time, the street scenes of familiar characters are full of Qi Yu's abandonment. Long smoke...

In the end, Qi Yu still took out the door key that Cheng Zijun forced, and on a certain weekend after many years, he returned to the place where he had lived for a long time——

A small street full of noise, a dilapidated farmer's building that he would never pass by with his eyes closed, and a thickened iron gate that could not be broken by kicking.

click.

Qi Yu unlocked the door, and the furnishings in the room seemed to be the same as when he left.

It seems that in the next second, there will be a gentle voice in the room saying to him, "Yu Bao'er, are you back?"

But the house was empty, no one was there.

Qi Yu pressed the button to turn on the light, and the dim yellow light bulb that flickered for a long time in his memory was replaced by a bright LED ceiling light.Qi Yu glanced blankly, then opened it again to look around.

After seeing it, he realized that he was wrong just now.This place is already different from what I remember.

The rattan chairs in the living room were replaced with leather sofas, a new wall-mounted TV was placed on the wall, the dining table was replaced with a high-end marble table, and even the cabinets were completely repainted with a tacky mahogany color.

It is almost impossible to find the familiarity of his youth, only a few framed photos on the cabinet, still standing in their original positions.

Qi Yu lowered his eyes, walked over and picked up the family portrait.

Staring at the plain smiling faces of the family of three above, Qi Yu sneered coldly.

People are dead.

Who is old man Qi doing these for?

Qi Yu covered the family portrait heavily with a "slap", leaving only a photo of him and his mother when he was young, which was neatly placed in the center of the cabinet.

Qi Yu didn't plan to stay for a long time when he came back to live this time.

This, he told himself, was only a temporary stopgap.When the commotion on the construction site over there in the apartment is over, he will move back immediately.Therefore, he didn't bring many things, a small suitcase was enough to hold it.

Toiletries, bed linen, computer, literature under study, and a pair of earplugs to isolate him from the noise.

Qi Yu packed her luggage and cleaned the house from inside to outside.He found a big bag and threw all the old things related to old man Qi in the house, and threw them at the door in a blink of an eye.

Anyway, they have already severed the relationship between father and son, and they are no different from enemies.Why do you keep these broken things that are annoying to look at?

Qi Yu felt that what Cheng Zijun said was quite right.

This was his home in the first place, and the uncle also specially left his mother's name on this suite back then.Now that Grandma is gone, he is the one printed on the real estate certificate. It was his business that he didn't want to live before, but now that he's back, he should be the one to make decisions about the things in the house.

Old man Qi still has a whole house around here chic, don't look for him to make you unhappy!

He is no longer the stupid brat he was back then.

On weekends, Zheng Haichuan's maintenance work orders are full.

After seven o'clock in the evening, Zheng Haichuan finally finished all the tasks for today.While happily calculating the commission income of the backstage statistics for this month, he walked home with a toolbox on his shoulders.

Passing by the small vegetable market, Zheng Haichuan took out his mobile phone, went in and bought some cauliflower and tofu.It's a bit late today, and Xiaohe Miao'er is still at home waiting for dinner, so he won't make those time-consuming dishes.

"I still have two pieces of bacon on my roof! Cut the bacon into dices and use it to stir-fry cauliflower. Wow, that taste! Don't put it on!"

"You don't need to put any seasoning!"

"Just burn it! Dry it! It's so delicious that you have to bite your tongue off!"

"Hey, there was still a small handful of cabbage left in yesterday's stir-fry. I'll cook another soup and everything will be ready."

"Boss, weigh the cauliflower, please fill me with another piece of soft tofu!"

"Big guys, let me tell you that if you use tofu to make soup, it's best to buy soft tofu instead of old tofu. The tender tofu has more water and the taste is smoother and tender! I will teach you a little trick to make tofu soup when I go back later. !"

Speaking of which, recently, Zheng Haichuan has become more and more popular about shooting video.

He realized that he didn't need to think about what to say in advance. Originally, he was stupid and couldn't think of any good ideas. The more he tried, the less people would watch.

He took advantage of the time to take photos of his daily work, the street scenes on the way to and from get off work, and the chores of buying vegetables, cooking and doing housework. It seems that the audience is also very interested and willing to give him a thumbs up.

Teacher Lu said that this is what is called targeting to meet the specific psychological needs of the audience.

Some people have a good life and just want to see how ordinary working people live; some people also move bricks and tiles every day, and they will empathize with his content; Some people may be at the bottom of their lives, watching a person cook delicious meals in an orderly manner is also a kind of relief and happiness.

Zheng Haichuan doesn't know what is needed or not. He only knows that his number of fans has increased a little, his likes and comments have increased a little, and his background income has increased a little. This is enough to make him happy!

Now he dared to take out his mobile phone and turn on the camera to speak in front of people.

It seems that he doesn't have the feeling of being rejected or looking crazy that he was worried about before-everyone is busy with their own lives, but few people pay attention to what he is doing!

Hey, that's great!

Zheng Haichuan bought good food and filmed the material at the same time.

He hummed a song and walked into the corridor of the rented hut, planning to ask Xiaohe Miaoer to go downstairs for dinner after the meal was almost done.

It's just that when he went up to the third floor, Zheng Haichuan suddenly discovered that someone lived in the house next door that had not been rented out for a long time? !

While taking out his keys and twisting the door, he looked curiously at the large bag of garbage thrown out by the new neighbor next door.

He seems to be a fastidious person.

Zheng Haichuan looked at the quilt covers, sheets, pots and pans and other daily necessities in his pockets, and said in his heart: If it is his turn to live, he is reluctant to give up these good things left by the former tenants!

Zheng Haichuan even saw a photo frame with photos in it!

Hey... Isn't this, Uncle Qi?

So Uncle Qi was quite handsome when he was young?

Zheng Haichuan took a dazzling look, and he always felt that Uncle Qi in the photo seemed a bit like someone he had seen before.

But at this time, Zheng Haichuan didn't think about it any more, this thought just passed by in a flash, and was covered up by other things in a blink of an eye.

Zheng Haichuan thinks that the photos are quite memorable.He wondered if Uncle Qi forgot to pack his things when he rented out the house, and it would be a pity to be thrown away now.

So, Zheng Haichuan went to the door of his new neighbor and squatted down, opened the big bag of garbage.

He intends to keep the photo of Uncle Qi and return it to him another day.

However, just as Zheng Haichuan turned halfway through, the door of the leading house suddenly opened.

Qi Yu, who was about to forage for food, stood at the door against the light, facing the young man squatting in front of his house.

"..."

Although from the layout of the house that Zheng Haichuan took before, Qi Yu roughly guessed that he lived in his own building.

But Qi Yu did not expect that this person lived next door to him.

He looked at Zheng Haichuan's behavior at this time with some inexplicable words, and it was rare for him to be merciful once——

"You even have to pick up... trash now?"

Isn't this stupid migrant worker a bit too bad?