its 189: change

Sitting on the plane, Gong Ping looked at the clouds outside the window, and Yun was in a daze.

Looking at the lost luck, Gong Ping decided not to say anything to it, so he kept looking out of the window and shifted his attention from the luck.

The plane flew in the blue sky and landed on the ground a few hours later. Gong Ping took his luggage, got off the plane with the flow of people, and took the airport bus to Shuncheng.

Shuncheng is not his hometown. His hometown is in the northernmost part of Jiangyuan, the far north province. Because the city is so small that it can't even compare with a district of Tangxiang City, there is no airport. Shuncheng is just the nearest city with an airport. When he gets here, he has to change trains. After taking the train for two or three hours, he can transfer again to reach the county-level city called Panrong.

After a while of tossing, it was already afternoon when he arrived at Panrong. After eating something casually in the snack shop next to the station and filling his stomach, he carried his suitcase and got into a tricycle. In Panrong City, the main car in the taxi industry is this kind of tricycle with a price of less than 10,000 yuan. Because the low price and the standard of maintenance fee is no different from that of motorcycles, it has become the first choice for drivers who want to work in the taxi industry. On the contrary, there are very few serious cars, and only people will take them when they run long distances.

From the railway station to Gongping's home, it takes nearly half of the city's distance. If you change to Tangxiang or Pennsylvania, it will be a long journey. In this small city, the tricycle passed through three traffic lights, and it took less than ten minutes to send Gong Ping to the door, which cost a total of four yuan. It's a piece cheaper than the starting price of a car in this city.

Looking up at the building in the community, many happy and warm memories surged up in Gong Ping's heart. He whispered, "Dad, Mom, your unfilial son is back."

He took out the key - he has been away from home for many years, and he still carries the key of the house with him. This is a concern for his family, and it is also his eternal connection with his family. He opened the door, went up the steps, walked step by step to the fifth floor, and then stood in front of the door on the left for a long time before slowly inserting the key into the keyhole, slowly rotating and opening the door.

There were two hidden locks on the door, which showed that there was no one at home. Gong Ping was somewhat disappointed, but he was also a little happy. He entered the room, stood at the door, looked at the living room, and then slowly took off his shoes and carried his luggage into his room. For so many years, the house has been the way he left, and everything he has been put in place, as if he had never left.

He walked into his parents' bedroom again. The place was as neat and clean as before. There were several semi-dry clothes hanging on the balcony, which made him inexplicably feel a sense of intimacy.

"This is your home." Yun sighed, "It's so small."

"Yes." Gong Ping smiled and said, "Have you forgotten?"

"That memory is too long." Yun shook his head and said, "How can I think of it? Can you think of the dream you had more than ten years ago? But to be honest, it's more or less impressive and vague, but although I can't remember the image, as soon as I get here, I have a sense of intimacy, just like... Bah, it's not like, but 'just', just the feeling of going home. Why aren't my parents at home?"

"Maybe we're going out to play." Gong Ping smiled and said, "My father opened an electrical appliance repair department. He usually says he is busy and has a lot of free time. My mother retired early and is also very idle, so as soon as the old couple are free, they go out for a walk and relax."

"Don't be 'my father and my mother', okay?" Yun hummed, "Don't you have my share? You know, at least I'm a part of you, and they are also my parents!"

"I'm sorry." Gong Ping couldn't help laughing, "The key is that your personality is too independent. I'm always used to treating you as another person, not a part of myself. Am I wrong? I apologize to you."

"Bah, does it make sense to apologize to yourself?" Yun Bai gave him a look, and Gong Ping just smiled. He understood that Yun was actually venting the depressed mood of leaving Yu Qianyu, so he didn't say anything more, but let Yun to remble himself.

"There's nothing in the refrigerator." Gong Ping opened the refrigerator and looked at it. After shaking his head, he put on his shoes. There is a vegetable shop in the community. Let's go and have a look and buy some food. I'll make some delicious food for them in the evening.

"Yes, give the second old man a surprise." The joy of going home made Yun forget about Yu Qianyu for the time being, and his mood seemed to be much better. It followed Gong Ping all the way to the downstairs and to the vegetable shop. It kept talking endlessly and expressing his views on this old community. Gong Ping just smiled and didn't answer his words.

I bought some fresh vegetables, a few catties of meat and two fish. Gong Ping and Yun returned home. Looking at the watch, it was almost four o'clock. Gong Ping came to the kitchen, picked vegetables, washed vegetables, cut meat, cleaned the fish, and began to be busy. Before long, the smell of vegetables floated in the kitchen.

Luck doesn't eat anything, so I don't care about this special enjoyment of "life" at all. I'm just looking at Gong Ping to pass the time.

After finishing all this, it was almost 5:30. Gong Ping put the table, arranged the dishes, and then sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for his parents to come back.

Time passed by minute and second, the minute hand slowly walked from the position of six to twelve, and the hour hand was also from five to six. Gong Ping couldn't help frowning. Did the two of them go on a trip? Or go to a friend's house and eat there in the evening? Or is there something else?

When he was anxious, there was a sound of rummaging for the key outside the door. He rushed over in three steps and two steps and opened the door.

Outside the door, there stands a middle-aged woman who is nearly 50 years old. She is slightly fat and looks five or six points similar to Gong Ping. It is Gong Ping's mother Chen Yan. Seeing the door suddenly open, Chen Yan was shocked, but when she saw her son appear in the door, she couldn't help but be surprised and shouted, "Son!"

"Mom!" Gong Ping also shouted excitedly. He went up and hugged his mother and said with a smile, "Mom, miss me."

"Can't you think about it?" Chen Yan smiled with tears in her eyes, "Let go. The stinky boy is so strong that he is not afraid to hold your mother out of breath. Come on, come on in the room."

Looking at Chen Yan in her memory, she was a strange face, but she inexplicably gave birth to a sense of intimacy. It couldn't help getting excited, as if a child who had never seen his parents' faces suddenly found his parents.

When the two entered the room, Chen Yan closed the door and sighed, "Why is it so fragrant? Can't my stinky boy buy any delicious food?"

"I made it myself." Gong Ping smiled and pulled his mother to the kitchen: "Do you think it's rich?"

"Abundance, abundance!" Chen Yan nodded repeatedly, "I didn't expect you, you stinky boy, to learn to cook."

"It's nonsense. It's definitely not as good as what you made. It's just a heartfelt." Gong Ping said. By the way, where's my father?"

Speaking of this, Chen Yan's face suddenly dimmed, and she reluctantly smiled: "He... He is not in good health and is hospitalized."

"What's the matter?" Gong Ping suddenly became nervous, and his luck was also extremely nervous. He stared at Chen Yan in panic like Gong Ping.

"Nothing." Chen Yan smiled, but tears suddenly flowed out. Gong Ping hurriedly helped his mother to the sofa and sat down. He was anxious, but he tried to keep calm and asked, "Mom, what's going on? My father has always been in good health. What's wrong with him?

"I'm not sick." Chen Yan shook her head and said, "Yes... he was beaten."

"What?" Gong Ping and Yun exclaimed at the same time, and Yun roared with fire: "Which unsighted bastard dares to beat our father? Do you want to live?"

In anger, Gong Ping asked calmly, "Mom, what's going on?"

"It's not the fault of our old house." Chen Yan sighed.

When Gong Ping was a child, his family lived in a shantytown in the west of Panrong City, where his family of three owned a small backyard. The house was not big, almost 50 square meters. Gong Ping spent his childhood in that room. The old house faces the street. Gong Jiude, his father, who is engaged in electrical repair, has always regarded the front hall as a studio, and the back room is the bedroom of three people.

Later, as my father gradually improved his life by repairing electrical appliances, the family finally moved out of the shantytown and bought a suite in the current community. However, because the conditions were good, and the house price was not high at that time, only a few tens of thousands of yuan, the old house in the past was not sold, but completely converted into a repair shop. The father supported a family by his own skills and sent Gong Ping to college.

"What's wrong with the old house?" Gong Ping had vaguely felt something and asked his mother calmly.

"Since last year, the city has formulated a plan for the transformation of shantytowns. Our old house is just under planning." Chen Yan sighed and said, "This is a good thing, but when the developers go to each house to make a price, everyone is dumbfounded, because the price is not reasonable at all. Not to mention far away, several cities near us change new houses according to the actual area. If you don't want to move back, you will be compensated according to the new property price per square meter, but our developers only give a price of less than 2,000 yuan per square meter. You should know that the price of the new building in our city is at least 2,81 square meters, and there are also Xiangjia houses in that area, which have been changed into stores, fruit stores, vegetable stores and so on. These should be regarded as store houses, which should be compensated according to the price of the store, but they are all calculated according to the price of residential houses, etc. So I gave up the way for these people to live.