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    The terminus of bus 403 is the old town in Chengnan District. If the land where Xu Zhiyan lives can be described as old, then the old town can be described as retro.

    In fact, there are not many people living in the old city. Most of them are elderly people and young children. Those who are a little younger either bought a house in the prosperous urban area of ????Luzhou, or went to a better city to work hard.

    When Cheng Lie got off the bus, there was still light in the sky, which stretched the shadows of the metasequoia trees on both sides of the asphalt road.

    It takes a total of fifty-five minutes to get from the station in the community where he takes extra classes to this station, which is longer than the time he usually takes to transfer to school.  Fifty-five minutes. If nothing else happens, he can spend almost two hours on the bus on the make-up day this month doing the exercises for his senior year. Calculating this, he should be able to finish half of the volume by the end of July.

    Turning into the unguarded old community, an elderly man was enjoying the cool air with a cattail leaf fan, smiling as he watched his grandson jumping and playing in the puddle.

    The four or five-story old buildings are closely packed, with mottled white walls and winding cracks in the exterior walls. It¡¯s not surprising that a few pieces have fallen off.  I don¡¯t know which year the ivy seeds fell. If I wasn¡¯t careful, almost the entire building was swallowed up by the green ivy.

    Cheng Lie pushed open the dark green corridor door and went up to the second floor. His house was on the left.

    The house was quiet, with three bedrooms, and only the middle bedroom door was closed. Cheng Lie put down his schoolbag, walked to the closed door and knocked.

    "Cheng Yang."

    There was no answer inside. Cheng Lie took hold of the door handle, turned it, and pushed the door open.

    Ten-year-old Cheng Yang was sitting in front of the desk expressionlessly, writing attentively. The white A4 paper was filled with numbers, and he had probably written about twenty sheets.

    Cheng Lie walked in, looked at the numbers a few times, rubbed Cheng Yang's head, and said with a smile: "Today our Einstein research project is pi."

    Cheng Yang did not respond to his words and just kept writing.

    Cheng Lie said: "Is it okay to eat noodles at night?"

    Cheng Yang still didn¡¯t answer.

    Cheng Lie opened a small gap in the window of his room to let some air out, fearing that he would be blinded by it. He turned on the headlight in the room and closed the door for Cheng Yang when he exited.

    There is still half a roll of noodles in the refrigerator, which is just enough for three people.

    While Cheng Lie was frying eggs, there was the sound of a key opening the door. As soon as Cheng Mengfei entered the house, he quickly changed his shoes and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

    The white vest hanging loosely on Cheng Mengfei's body was half soaked with sweat.

    He twisted the towel and rubbed his neck and arms roughly. He stood at the door of the bathroom and said to Cheng Lie, "I've been doing this for an hour and I'm sweating on such a cool day. I have to go to the west of the city later.  It¡¯s the same place I went to last night. In the afternoon, someone called me and told me that the potted plants delivered last night were not enough. Hey, they also need two hundred pots of pothos and ten pots of money trees. It¡¯s really a big company to produce so many green plants.¡±

    There was a sound of oil sizzling in the kitchen, and Cheng Lie probably got the idea. He couldn't help but say at the top of his voice, "Then I'll follow you after dinner."

    Cheng Mengfei: "No! Lao Li and the others have almost finished moving. I will go to the west of the city later. If you are not busy, go to the flower garden and drive a van, and transport some clivia and ivy.  Xiao Song sent it and told her by the way that I took a business for her. The big company in the west of the city needs flower baskets for its opening. I have already asked people for business cards. Give her the business card and let her contact people. "

    "Didn't Sister Song just deliver it last night?"

    "She called me in the afternoon and said that as soon as we left last night, someone came and took away all the potted plants in the store. She heard that a hotel nearby was renovated and opened, and she also ordered a flower basket from her. Xiao Song knew  The newly opened hotel wanted a lot of potted plants, so she told me to send some over and do my business, and let her earn the difference. So, why don¡¯t I also introduce some business to her. She is young and has  It¡¯s not easy for people with disabilities to start a business.¡±

    The noodles were already cooked, Cheng Lie turned off the fire, the noise disappeared, and Cheng Mengfei's voice became clear and loud.

    Cheng Lie said while serving the noodles, "I understand. After dinner, I will call Sister Song to check the amount and deliver it to her in the evening."

    When Cheng Mengfei came out of the bathroom, the steaming hot Yangchun noodles were already on the table.

    He knocked on Cheng Yang¡¯s door and said, ¡°Xiao Yang, you¡¯re out for dinner. Let¡¯s see what your brother cooked, sun-cooked noodles! Hurry up!¡±

    Cheng Yang then reacted, opened the door, said nothing, sat at the table and started eating noodles.

    Cheng Mengfei looked at Cheng Yang and laughed a few times, "This kid has quite an appetite."I will send you some more clivia and ivy potted plants. How many are they specifically?  "

    The landlady reported the number, and Cheng Lie wrote down the potted flowers and corresponding numbers on the blank paper. He checked them again before hanging up the phone.

    There seemed to be no sign of rain outside, but Cheng Lie still closed the windows at home, including the one in Cheng Yang's room.

    Cheng Yang was still writing pi, and Cheng Lie turned on the desk lamp and poured him a glass of water next to him.

    Even though Cheng Yang would not respond, he still said: "Cheng Yang, I'm going out and I'll be back in about two hours."

    Before Cheng Lie left, he did not turn off the lights in the living room at home, and even turned on the lights in Cheng Mengfei's and his own rooms. The whole house was brightly lit because Cheng Yang was afraid of the dark.

    Cheng Lie rode the bicycle in the corridor and went to the flower garden first. It only took about ten minutes to ride there.

    There is only a thin line between the old city and the suburbs.

    Thirty acres of flower beds are endless in the dark night. At the entrance, Cheng Mengfei tied a light bulb with a bamboo pole, which was the only light in the dark night.

    Cheng Lie happened to meet Lao Li who was going home. Lao Li was a worker hired by Cheng Mengfei. He had been working with Cheng Mengfei for several years and was very familiar with Cheng Lie.

    Lao Li knew what Cheng Lie was going to do. He pointed to the van on the side of the road and said, "Your dad left you the keys to the van. The van is empty. How about it? How much do you want over there? I'll move it for you."

    "It's okay, Uncle Li, it's not much. I'll move it myself. You should go home quickly. It's getting dark."

    "Okay, I've just been with your dad for an hour, and my bones are falling apart. It's dark here, hold this flashlight."

    "Okay, let's go."

    According to what the landlady asked, Cheng Lie moved it by himself for about 20 minutes. The small pot was okay, but the two 1.5-meter-high Brazilian wood pots gave him a hard time.

    The van has been modified, and the seats in the back two rows have been removed to free up a large area for cargo.  In the early years, I relied on this van, but later I found that some orders were in high demand and the van was not suitable at all.

    Even though he was not rich at the time, Cheng Mengfei still gritted his teeth and spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy a van. Later, he used the van to drive for fun or carry out small business.

    Cheng Lie closed the trunk door and got into the driver's seat.

    The silver van staggered out of the gravel road in the flower garden, and then stabilized on the smooth asphalt road.

    Cheng Lie held the steering wheel with one hand and took out the one with English golden songs from the pile of CDs on the center handrest. He stuffed it into the player in twos and twos. Soon, the whole car was filled with brisk music.  .

    It was very dark, it had rained, and there were no traces of stars, moonlight, or shadows.

    The headlights illuminated the distance, the tires quickly rubbed across the road, whipping up a gust of moist wind, causing the leaves of the metasequoia tree on one side to tremble, and finally calmed down.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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