Rebirth: Starting From the Confession

Chapter 37

As the three talked, more and more people returned to the community from get off work at the anchor chain factory.

I was surprised to see a brand-new Santana 2000 parked in the community, but when I stepped forward to see, the car was actually bought by Lao Fang’s son, which is even more remarkable.

So, it didn’t take long for the old Fang’s son to buy a new car worth more than 200,000 yuan, and it spread throughout the community.

At this moment, Zhuang Shufen’s face is full of joy.

The compliments of the neighboring workers to Fang Yi just now made her very happy.

When they reach their age, it is their own children who can be compared!

There is nothing happier to be a parent than to have a bright future for your children.

Fang Yi saw that his father was still looking at the details in the car, so he threw the car key over, “Dad, it’s boring to look at it, go and drive twice!”

A slight movement flashed in Fang Yucheng’s eyes, but soon he shook his head and said, “I don’t have a driver’s license yet!”

After that, he suddenly thought of something, and said with all his doubts: “Xiaoyi, I remember you don’t seem to have a driver’s license, right?”

“Not now, but there will be tomorrow!”

Fang Yi explained: “I signed up for a driving school two days ago. I passed the exam this morning. The coach asked me to get my driver’s license tomorrow.”

He didn’t dare to say that he only reported to the driving school today, otherwise it would be too fake.

In half a day, from a novice who has never been in contact with a car, I successfully obtained a driver’s license. It is estimated that many people will doubt it.

But in three or four days, it won’t be enough. At most, I can praise you for being smart.

“It doesn’t seem to be difficult to learn a car. Then I will take another test another day.”

Seeing that his son had obtained his driver’s license within a few days, Fang Yucheng was immediately moved.

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The family returned home talking and laughing, closed the doors and windows, and turned on the air conditioner.

After a while, the originally hot room gradually became cooler.

After Fang Yucheng and Zhuang Shufen washed their faces, they went back to the bedroom to take a nap.

It has been at least five or six hours from morning until now, Fang Yi is already hungry.

He came to the table and opened the food his mother had brought back from the factory canteen. He couldn’t help but curl his lips in disgust.

Today the canteen burnt eggplant stew, there were few pieces of meat, all eggplants.

The boiled eggplant is mixed with rice, and just looking at the appearance makes people lose their appetite.

Miscalculated, I knew I would come back after eating on the street.

Suddenly, Fang Yi had an idea.

Go to the window and look towards the fifth floor on the opposite side.

Vaguely, I saw the kitchen of Zhao Wanqiu’s house on the fifth floor, with wisps of smoke wafting out.

That’s it!

Bringing the key, Fang Yi went out to eat.

Zhao Wanqiu had only finished the operation some time ago, and his body is still relatively weak, so Wang Juan certainly can’t bring her meals from the canteen, and will cook by herself at noon every day.

As expected by Fang Yi, when he came all the way to the fifth floor, he immediately smelled a tempting smell of food.

Wang Juan is a native of Sichuan and Chongqing, so cooking also maintains Sichuan and Chongqing characteristics. He likes to put spices like pepper and millet pepper.

Put it in a frying pan, and the scent can be smelled across the building.

Regardless of taste, Sichuan cuisine is indeed much more fragrant than Huaiyang cuisine in Jiangzhen.

And to be honest, Fang Yi also prefers spicy and fragrant Sichuan cuisine.

The door was not closed, Fang Yi walked directly into the living room.

In the living room, Zhao Wanqiu lay bored sideways on the sofa, holding a copy of “A Hundred Years of Solitude” in his hands, with two white and smooth feet resting on one end of the sofa, shaking back and forth slightly, very cute.

As if hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhao Wanqiu couldn’t help turning his head to look.

When she saw that it was Fang Yi, she immediately threw the book away and said happily, “Brother Yi, you are finally here!”

Her skin was originally white, tender and delicate, but she has been staying at home during this period of time to heal her wounds, and she looks even fairer.

In addition, the clothes worn at home are very casual. Under the shorts and shorts, Fang Yi’s eyes are dazzled by large swaths of white.

“Brother Qiu, how is the wound?” Fang Yi asked with concern.

“It’s crusted.”

Zhao Wanqiu seemed extremely happy. During this period of time, she was bored at home and couldn’t go out. In addition to drinking Chinese medicine every day, she almost squeezed her mad.

“Is the translation here?”

Hearing the conversation between the two, Wang Juan in the kitchen asked.

Fang Yi shouted at the kitchen: “Aunt Wang, I’ll come and have a meal.”

“Okay, Auntie is cooking a dish!”

Wang Juan has long been accustomed to Fang Yi’s visits to Cengfan from time to time.

When he came to sit down on the sofa, Zhao Wanqiu immediately leaned forward, put his arm on his shoulder, and said curiously: “Brother Yi, I heard that you bought a car?”

“Yes!”

Fang Yi nodded.

Zhao Wanqiu said with a look of surprise: “I heard my mother say that the car is more than 200,000 yuan! Brother Yi, are you crying for that much money?”

She is very clear about Fang Yi.

Let alone more than 200,000 yuan, the 50 yuan owed to her has not yet been repaid.

Fang Yi explained: “Didn’t I tell you a while ago that I wrote this novel and was taken a fancy by the publishing house.”

“That’s so much money for a novel? Brother Yi, did you go to grab the bank!” Zhao Wanqiu said that I have little read, don’t lie to me.

Hearing that, Fang Yi stretched out her hand and rubbed her soft short hair, jokingly: “How tired is it to rob the bank, and I haven’t earned much money from selling the copyright of the novel.”

“Brother Yi, you are so rich, can you return me the 50 you owe me?” Zhao Wanqiu blinked his big eyes with a smile.

“If you want money, let’s kill one!”

Fang Yi put on a look that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water.

“Brother Yi, you forced me.”

Upon seeing this, Zhao Wanqiu angrily stretched out his hand and drew it toward his trouser pocket, and the two immediately began to frolic.

At this time, Wang Juan in the kitchen came out with two dishes. Seeing her daughter and Fang Yi playing on the sofa, she couldn’t help but shook her head and said with a laugh: “Don’t play, eat.”

It may be used to it, but Wang Juan didn’t think much.

On the contrary, Fang Yi couldn’t help but feel angry.

Eighteen years old is the age when hormones are flooding, and Zhao Wanqiu is a beautiful woman. How could there be no response when they get together to play around.

She is my brother!

She is my brother!

After repeating silently three or four times in a row, Fang Yi suppressed his anger.

Grabbing Zhao Wanqiu’s still messing hand, he got up and said: “Intermission, eat first!”.