69novels Chapter 35 Liu Xiaoli's Idea to Go Abroad
Chapter 35 Liu Xiaoli's Idea to Go Abroad
This is indeed a big problem.
This house was originally allocated to Chen Lang's mother by the opera house, but Shen Jingfang bought it through connections when she returned.
The layout is two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.
The living room is now completely filled with these boxes; there's no room to spread them out.
Even if you dismantle everything, there's still not enough space.
Grandma suggested, "How about we rent a warehouse outside?"
Yao Feng immediately shook his head.
"No, musical instruments are very precious."
"The warehouse is damp and no one takes care of it, so it will spoil in no time."
"It must be placed indoors and requires frequent ventilation and maintenance."
Everyone fell silent again.
Chen Lang suddenly walked to the bedroom door, pointed to the wall and asked.
"Uncle, can we please get rid of this wall?"
"Um?"
Yao Feng walked over with a puzzled look on his face.
Chen Lang pointed to the walls in the room that served as partitions.
"If I combine my room with Dad's room, wouldn't the space be bigger?"
Anyway, no one lives in those houses now.
Yao Feng immediately realized what was happening and clapped his hands.
"yes!"
"Isn't this enough space?"
He pointed to the layout of the room and began to gesture.
"Let's knock down the wall between the living room and Langlang's room and turn it into a large music room."
"Also, knock down Jingfang's room and turn it into a practice room, lay down flooring and install a mirror."
"We don't want a kitchen or a bathroom. We'll knock down all the walls we can and maximize the space."
Liu Xiaoli hesitated.
"Will this... work?"
"This is the house that Xiaoqin left behind."
Grandpa looked around and nodded in agreement with the plan.
"What's wrong with that? Houses are inanimate objects, but people are alive."
"Jingfang bought these things for the child; they're related to the child's studies."
"If the house isn't renovated and the things aren't used, wouldn't all his efforts be wasted?"
Grandma nodded in agreement.
"Anyway, Jingfang has already bought the house, and it will belong to Langlang in the future. He can decide for himself."
"Besides, Langlang sleeps with Qianqian now, so she doesn't need to live here."
And that's how it was settled.
Just do it.
Liu Xiaoli led everyone to start cleaning up the things that had been left in the next room.
Most of them are pots and pans, old furniture, and old clothes.
What they didn't need, they were given to their neighbors.
Everyone was delighted and came over to help.
The house was bustling with people, and it was in a mess.
Chen Lang walked into the room where his father, Shen Jingfang, used to live.
There weren't many things in the room.
A bed, a wardrobe, and a desk.
He pulled a large box out from under the bed and opened it; inside was a pile of toys.
When Shen Jingfang returned, she gave him a pile of toy guns, tanks made from bullet casings, and model airplanes.
He thought it was childish; he'd never even touched it.
He picked up a shell-covered tank and gently stroked it.
The craftsmanship was mediocre, the seams were uneven, and the brass felt cool to the touch, yet it brought tears to his eyes.
He blinked and put the tank back in the box.
I walked to the desk and opened the bottom drawer.
Inside were several photo frames, including a photo of Shen Jingfang and her mother Chen Qin, as well as a portrait of her mother after her death.
He picked up his mother's photo.
All my impressions of my mother, Chen Qin, come from this photo and occasional mentions by my elders.
Liu Qianqian walked in at some point, I don't know when.
She noticed the photo frame in Chen Lang's hand and curiously leaned closer.
"Little brother, who is this?"
Chen Lang gently stroked the photograph with his fingers.
"This is Mom."
Liu Qianqian was stunned for a moment, her little mind a little confused.
She pointed to Liu Xiaoli, who was tidying up her things next door.
"Then...what about our mother?"
"That's Mom too."
"I have two mothers."
Liu Qianqian scratched her head and pointed to herself as she asked.
"So I also have two mothers?"
"Yes, that's right."
Chen Lang nodded as a matter of course, picked up all the photo frames, dragged his suitcase, and headed towards Liu Xiaoli's house.
Liu Qianqian tugged at his clothes, as if she had also contributed.
Chen Lang returned to the room where he and Liu Qianqian slept.
He placed a photo of his parents on his bedside table.
It was placed together with that photo of him, Liu Xiaoli, and Liu Qianqian.
Then he stuffed the box of toys under the bed.
These are the things left behind by his only bloodline, his father.
Liu Xiaoli saw this scene from the doorway.
She watched as the two children tidied up the room together.
A complex mix of emotions suddenly welled up inside me.
The child is still young, so it's fine for them to sleep in the same bed.
But... what about in a few more years?
When they are nine or ten years old.
In a few years, when they enter puberty.
It's inappropriate for them to sleep together.
Although she had already decided on this marriage in her heart.
But times have changed.
What if the two children fall in love and, in a moment of impulse, cause someone's death?
She dared not think any further.
This thought made her somewhat restless.
Why don't we wait until they're a little older and then let them sleep separately?
But the house is only so big, who is going to sleep on the sofa in the living room?
Her gaze fell on the black and white photograph that Chen Lang had placed on the bedside table.
Another thought suddenly popped into my head.
Perhaps I can leave here and go to Beijing.
Yes, go to Beijing. When the kids are a little older, they can study abroad.
The eldest sister is in Australia, and the younger sister, Zhou Wenqiong, has settled in the United States. They can look after each other in the future.
Didn't Chen Jinfei, the godfather of the two children, already prepare a house in Beijing?
Initially, there were two small sets.
Sisi was unhappy and took it back.
Later, Chen Jinfei called again to say that he had changed it to a larger one.
The big house in Chaoyang Asian Games Village, near the Third Ring Road, seems to be a large single-level apartment.
Before leaving, Shen Jingfang specifically told her to accept it without worry, as it was for the child.
She didn't ask any more questions; in short, it was enough for her family to live comfortably.
Although many good middle schools in Beijing require a Beijing hukou (household registration) to enroll.
However, it is also appropriate to study foreign language teaching in some private schools, pursue an arts route, and go directly abroad.
It's also better for the future development of both children.
Whether it's music or dance.
Once this thought takes root in your mind, it's impossible to shake it off.
She felt that this might be the best way to solve all the problems.
With this plan in mind, she stopped worrying about the children eating and sleeping together.
Things will work themselves out in the end; it's too early to think about these things now.
Let them sleep for a few more years; they have a long road ahead.
She didn't say anything more and turned to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
The renovation went very quickly.
They didn't hire any outside renovation teams.
My maternal grandparents were well-liked in the dormitory compound of the opera house. With just a call, several neighbors and uncles who were on good terms with me would come over to help.
They all brought their own tools to demolish walls, build brick walls, and apply cement.
They are all very skilled.
Liu Xiaoli and her grandmother were in charge of logistics.
She buys groceries, cooks meals, and takes care of the three meals a day for these strong laborers.
We are all old neighbors who have lived in the same courtyard for decades.
If anyone has any problems, just give them a call, and anyone who can lend a hand will do so without hesitation.
Each person was given a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes, and everyone worked enthusiastically.
These days, neighborly relations are that simple.