Chapter 2

While waiting for the bus outside, the little girl didn't catch up.

Tang an couldn't help thinking that maybe the next time she came, the cat wouldn't appear again. She should be locked up at home by the little girl... I don't know why the cat stayed here for more than three months, and it's great that the little girl can find the cat here.

After touching his face, Tang an was a little depressed, but forget it. He was a generous person, not to mention that the other party was just a little girl. Since he didn't intend to care about it, he wouldn't take it to heart.

An old man got on the bus. Tang an stood up and gave up his seat. The old man praised Tang an as a good boy. Tang Anwei smiled and said he was about to get off the bus.

Tang an got off at the next station, walked a few steps forward, and walked in along the vine covered fence. This is an alley covered with bluestone. The antique window lattice and high upturned eaves and corners are hidden in the modern city with independent temperament, making people suddenly step into the clean ancient town in a trance.

Tang an went to a yard, opened the door, looked at the shiny knocker, thought a little and went in.

This is Tang an's home. He has been living here since childhood. It is also the only legacy left by his mother. In the center of Zhonghai City, where there is an inch of land and an inch of gold, such a yard is expensive. If Tang an sells the yard, he will become a rich man immediately.

But Tang an won't sell. This is the legacy left by his mother. He has the memory from childhood to childhood. Every corner and every small thing here will remind him of the warm and happy pictures.

Mother died and never saw her again, but Tang an would not let the yard with her breath leave him.

There is a patio in the yard. There are rocking chairs next to the patio and a two-story building next to it. Tang an went upstairs, took two copper bells, tied red patterned cloth strips on the copper bells, and then hung the two copper bells on the knocker of the gate.

Different from the hot and noisy air in the city, it is dotted with green everywhere. Take a deep breath, you can feel that the turbid air you inhale outside all day has been cleaned.

Tang an sat in the rocking chair and was a little worried. After his mother died, his aunt who had been taking care of herself went back to her hometown. From then on, she will start to live independently. There is no problem taking care of herself. The key is that living independently also means that he has to support himself. In addition to leaving the house, He didn't leave him a bank account that would be enough for him to have enough food and clothing, so he had to make money himself.

For a 17-year-old boy, it is not easy to support himself in a high consumption city such as Zhonghai. His own bank card still has more than 10000, but he has to pay tuition at the beginning of school. When school starts, the money will be spent.

Tang an doesn't have much clue. Although she heard that her aunt's hometown has some relatives of her mother, Tang an doesn't intend to go to these relatives who have no contact to help.

You can only ask for help for a while, but you can't always ask for help. Tang an is a man of backbone. In his feeling, his mother is very alienated from the relatives there, and Tang an naturally won't feel close to these relatives.

It seems that we can only rent out the vacant house in the yard as mother said... Mother had always had such a plan. She said that the mother and son lived in such a large yard, which was a little empty. Although Tang an never felt like this, he still remembered how many hiding places were difficult to find when he was a child, Unfortunately, no matter where she hid, her mother could always find him quickly and hold him high.

Unfortunately, when she grew up, she didn't play such childish games anymore. Tang an's eyes were a little wet. She stood up from the recliner, went back to her room, wrote a rental notice on white paper with a brush, and then pasted the notice on her door.

"Young man, do you want to rent a house?" as soon as Tang an posted the notice, someone stopped and watched.

"Yes, Mr. Yan." Tang an nodded and heard his driver call him "Mr. Yan". Later, when he passed his house, the words "Yan Jun" were written on the doorplate in Chinese, Pinyin and Japanese. Tang an guessed that his name was probably "Yan Jun".

Tang an lived here when he was a child. He slowly watched his old neighbors move away one by one. People who were either rich or expensive moved in again. Yanjun moved in seven years ago. At that time, it was the financial crisis. It was said that the original owner of the house failed to invest and jumped out of the building. The yard was in Yanjun's hands.

"Did your father or Grandpa write this word?" Yan Jun looked at Tang an's words and said with great appreciation.

"I wrote it." Tang an shook his head. He hasn't seen his father since he was a child, let alone his grandfather. He has always lived with his mother.

Yan Jun was slightly surprised, and then nodded, "you have profound skills. Must there be a famous teacher?"

The man didn't rent a house, but he was interested in Tang an's words. Tang an was not impatient. He smiled and said, "it's not a famous teacher. My mother taught me. I've been practicing since I was a child for more than ten years."

"Awesome..." Yan Jun exclaimed, touched his little hair, and then asked, "why rent a house? I've always heard that there is only one old resident here. Is it your family?"

"Yes, I want to rent a house, or I won't have money to eat." Tang an smiled.

"How could it be? Just your word... I'll give you an idea. If you sell words, you can certainly sell money." Yanjun said in disbelief.

"The key to a lot of good handwriting is fame. No matter how well a high school student of unknown origin writes, where can anyone buy it?" Tang an shook his head. Mr. Yan is undoubtedly a successful person in his field of work, but his idea is too unreliable.

"I mean selling your mother's works... She must have her own works. If you don't mind, show me." Yanjun stretched out his hand to Tang an.

Looking at this thin middle-aged man, Tang an shook his head. "My mother died. She left only one word and one picture. I won't sell it."

Yan Jun opened his mouth and clapped his hand on his head. He didn't say anything more.

Tang an nodded slightly, turned back into the yard, and then closed the door.

When the notice is posted on the door, all you can see is the residents in the alley. Of course, these people can afford the rent given by Tang an, but they want to buy more. However, they know many rich people. Maybe they can spread the news. It is also possible for some people to rent for a short time because of their work relationship.

However, this kind of thing still needs to be advertised. Tang an returned to the yard, took photos of the patio, bamboo Cong, rocking chair, small building and the interior of the house, and then posted a post on the Internet.

Tang an is well aware of the house prices around him, so the rental prices he released are no different from those of luxury villas. Tang an is not worried that he will take a fancy to the people here and can't afford the rent. The most important thing is that he should keep a good check. He doesn't want evil guests to come to his door. Those guys full of bad habits and chaotic life are not welcome by him.