Five years are not long or short, just like this, they are just between the two of them.

The two of them went their separate ways that day.

That night Lu Wujiao sat on the bus, looking at the running lights outside the car window, and suddenly wondered if it was a bad thing that he could not speak.

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There were no bumps during the day on Sunday, but her schedule was still unstoppable and she woke up from bed early.

Ashi next to him slept soundly, and the road was not bad and got up and ordered breakfast first.

After breakfast, Ashi asked her when he was wearing shoes at the entrance to go to work: "I have nothing to do during the day today, so what are you going to do?"

Lu Wuke was still eating breakfast slowly at the dining table and looked at her: "Go back to the old house to take a look."

I went to see the old house in the morning and to find Chen Yixi in the afternoon.

"You didn't sell that house?"

She shook her head.

As Shi had to take a taxi to work, and it was too late to stay in bed, so she went to open the door: "Then be careful by yourself, come back to have dinner together in the evening."

Before Lu Wuke could answer, the door closed in front of her.

Ashi has always been like this, and she is very irritable and doesn't delay everything until the end.

Ashi's journey was not bumpy, and he had breakfast alone for a long time.

After washing the dishes, she changed her clothes, carried her bag and went out.

In fact, Lu Wujiao had always wanted to go back to his hometown to see him when he was fighting back to Lanjiang. When his grandmother left, she not only left her a sum of money, but even gave her the property certificate. The name on it was written on it, and she didn't give a penny to Lu Zhiyuan.

There is still a long way from Ashi. The road is like every time I went home from school and bought a bus ticket at the passenger station.

When she got in the car, she still chose to sit at the back. It was just such a small thing, but suddenly she gave Lu Wuke a lot of miss her grandma.

When she first went to college, her grandmother would send her to the passenger station. She told her not to pick four seats on the wheels after getting on the bus, saying that even if the person is not sick, she would have to vomit. Every time she got on the bus, her grandmother's words had to be repeated several times.

Lu Wuke listened to grandma very much and hadn't taken those parking spaces in four years in college.

I have developed a habit now.

People, souls are engraved in the past.

The bus was swaying along the road, with the sound of engines roaring in his ears, and the vehicles and houses retreated like flowing water.

After riding someone’s racing car in the past, I felt it was very slow to ride any car for a while, and then it took me a while to get used to it.

It was not until noon when we arrived at the district passenger station. The passenger station was in a mess, carrying a suitcase, swaying a big bag on its back, and shouting about selling tickets. People were shoulder to shoulder, and they were in a mess.

The road was not bumpy and there was no luggage. It was easy to walk, so I took a car outside and returned to town.

The town is not as slow as the city, and it is still the same as five years ago. It is even less visible to the naked eye and people are running out.

There are small stalls and vendors on the street, and the shop sells braised side dishes. The uncle who sells roast duck and goose meat has turned white.

There was an outsider in a small place and they could tell at a glance that Lu Wujiao hadn't come back in recent years, but several adults still recognized her. Aunt Zhang, who sold dumplings before, smiled and asked her that she was back, saying that the last time she saw her was the last time she went to her store to buy flour during the New Year.

It was the time when she couldn't buy dumpling skins, so she bought flour and went home to make dumpling skins.

That time she didn't even eat the last dumplings she made before her grandmother left.

Lu Wuke is not a person who is good at greetings with his elders. In the past, my grandmother often spoiled her. If there were any neighbors or relatives who wanted to talk to her, she would basically block her because she knew that this was not what her child liked.

Lu Wuke didn't know what to say to Aunt Zhang. It happened to be noon, so she simply went into her shop and ordered a plate of dumplings.

She was eating dumplings slowly, and when she got busy, Aunt Zhang felt embarrassed to talk to her.

Aunt Zhang made not much stuffing, so she sprinkled some salt into it.

Lu Wujia misses grandma again.

After she came out of Aunt Zhang's shop, she returned home. She hadn't come back for a few years but was not unfamiliar with her. She parked under the stairs and the corridor was dilapidated and yellow. She climbed to the third floor.

When I left, my family changed the locks. Lu Wuke deliberately because he didn't want Lu Zhiyuan to come back.

When grandma left, he didn't come back to see grandma, which was enough for him to hold grudges for more than ten or twenty years.

Lu Wuke took out the key, inserted it into the door lock and opened the door.

When I opened the door, I saw the familiar home in the room, and the reading glasses my grandmother used to use were hanging on the wall facing the door.

The road is not bumpy and walked in.

My home is still the same, and I haven't even tear off the wall certificates that my grandmother posted, but as soon as I walked in, I found something was wrong.

I haven't lived in anyone for five years, so the home shouldn't be like this. Although the floor is not clean now, I haven't lived in anyone for so many years, and the ground will be covered with dust. However, the house looks obviously cleaned, although it is not very clean.

Besides, there is a men's windbreaker jacket on the sofa.

Lu Wuke frowned slightly, Lu Zhiyuan? Or was his family thiefed?

She took her cell phone from her bag and wanted to call the police.

But a strangely friendly provocation suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Who are you?"

Lu Wujia paused and turned to look at the door.

A man with more than 1.7 meters of child has bad eyebrows and eyes, a body full of tendons and flesh, and a bronze color on his skin.

The man looked at her with his eyes hanging on his eyebrows.

Lu Wuke was not afraid at all, so he stared at his eyes and said, "How come you have the key to this house?"

After hearing what he said, the man narrowed his eyes and stared at her face. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something and let his eyebrows loose. The look of trying to beat someone on his face before was wiped out, but he still looked a little fierce when his face was there.

It was chilly spring, but the man was wearing a vest and carrying a disposable lunch box in his hand. It was obvious that he had just gone down to buy food.

"I've seen your photos after saying this."

The road is not bumpy and frowned slightly.

The man walked in: "Old Lu's daughter, right?"

There is no bumpy road and no words.

He wiped her and sat down on the sofa: "It's useless to change the lock. It's just your broken room lock. Even Lu Zhiyuan will give you a key in minutes."

Don’t talk about social scum like Lu Zhiyuan, don’t talk about principles or morals. He will not respect it. Just listening to what a man said, Lu Wujia knew that Lu Zhiyuan must have used some inappropriate methods to open the lock and live in this house during her overseas trip.

Lu Wuke didn't go around the circle with the man and asked bluntly: "Did Lu Zhiyuan sell the house to you?"

The man spread the lunch box in front of him, and the smell of roast duck rice floated all over the room.

He looked up at her: "Smart."

He glanced around the house: "He has sold this house to me long ago to pay off the debt."

Lu Wuke looked at the big flower arm holding the lunch box: "He doesn't have a real estate certificate, how can he sell it to you?"

The man slaps a few bites of food: "There is evidence, and it's not that I can't show you, but after reading it, don't keep saying that I can't sell the house without Lu Zhiyuan without a real estate certificate."

The man put down the disposable lunch box in his hand and took an iron box from under the coffee table.

The iron box was a box containing mooncakes. The top was already rusted. The man opened it with a click, and there were piles of paper inside, stacking in chaos.

He flipped through the pile of paper, finally stopped on a page, pulled it out and placed it on the table, his eyes fell on her face, and his index finger knocked on it.

You can see the words on it without picking up the road.

It was Lu Zhiyuan's erroneous handwriting, which said that he owed usury and treated the house as a man named Hu Ge, and finally printed a fingerprint.

Brother Hu must be the man in front of him.

There is no bumpy road and no words.

Seeing that she had almost finished reading, the man took it back: "Lu Zhiyuan wrote it himself, no one can afford to pay."

Lu Wuke refused to give in: "He doesn't have a real estate certificate, so it doesn't count if he sells this house."

The man took the lunch box and still had the same serious face: "Little girl, it's boring for you like this. This is a customary rule in this industry. Since your father dares to come and borrow usury from me, he can bear this responsibility."

"You can do it if you don't recognize it. The money he borrowed over the past few years and the interest he has borrowed over the past few years is included. You have paid the money for me, and I will return the house to you."

She is still too young, and men can know what she is thinking in her mind without her speaking.

"Don't think of using lawsuits or calling the police. It will be bad if it hits the table. Don't blame us for doing too much at that time. I don't think everyone wants to see something bloody."

Lu Wuke said coldly, "If you want to cut Lu Zhiyuan into pieces, you can do whatever you want."

The house belongs to me.

The man looked up.

Lu Wujiao no longer wants to say anything to him, so he walked out.

As a result, before she could reach the door, her waist and abdomen suddenly tightened and she was strangled and threw herself back to the sofa.

The man's hands were very strong, and Lu Wujiao was thrown to the sofa and his flesh hurt.

Before she got up, the man had already pressed her onto the sofa. The man could control her with one hand and pulled a piece of paper from the coffee table with the other hand.
To be continued...