The Winner is King [Quick Wear]

Zhao Junxin's schedule is very simple. He will study hard in class, go to the music box to practice the piano, and spend the rest of his time looking for a house.

The formalities can be completed after she returns home on the weekend. After submitting the application form, she will be able to pass by next Friday.

The house must be found in advance, and it will be embarrassing that she has not found a place to live when it is time for her to leave the dormitory.

It has only been more than a month since the school started, and the houses near the school are still very easy to rent and the price is very cheap. But it's really hard to find someone who meets Zhao Junxin's conditions.

She has to practice the piano to improve her technique, and she has to write songs. The volume of the instrument is very loud, so the room must be redecorated and installed with special sound insulation materials to create a music room.

But even if Zhao Junxin is willing to pay for the decoration, the landlords are not happy.

"After you have remodeled it like this, who will I rent it to after you leave in two years?"

"You have to spend your own money to dismantle it after you graduate, so I won't increase your financial burden."

Zhao Junxin searched for houses on her own, and in addition to the listings from the intermediary, she saw more than ten houses within three days. The landlords unanimously rejected her request and firmly disagreed with the renovation.

In a fit of anger, Zhao Junxin decided to buy a house by himself.

Housing prices in this city are not that high. Especially the house near her school, because it is a new house in a remote suburb, the price is very low, the average price is only 4,000 yuan per square meter.

The money she traded with Sunset and Sunset was enough to buy a 30-square-meter single room, and the rest of the money was enough for decoration and home furnishing.

Determined, Zhao Jun rushed to solve the house problem before Saturday.

After reading all the properties around the university, Zhao Junxin signed the house purchase agreement. The house was bought in the Sunshine New City Community, a 40-minute walk away from the school. It is a 35-square-meter single-room existing house, which is sufficient for one person.

The price of this house is much cheaper than he imagined, and it can be won for less than 100,000, which is like a free gift.

Of course, a house cannot be sold at a low price for no reason. It's cheap because it can't be sold.

The quality of the house has been verified many times by multiple agencies, and there is no problem. There are also certificates issued by various feng shui masters, proving that the direction of good feng shui is auspicious. But the house still can't be sold.

After a little inquiries, I knew that there had been an accident at the location of her room, and there were many bad rumors.

The old man and old lady nearby told the story in a **** and terrifying way, as if they really saw evil spirits haunting. They all advised Zhao Junxin not to be petty, but Zhao Junxin was not a superstitious person, so she took advantage of it.

Besides, even if there are ghosts, is she still afraid of her own soul from another world?

The decoration problem is negotiated with the decoration company in the community, and the house can be handed over within one month.

Before the house was renovated, Zhao Junxin decided to find a short-term rental house for a month.

The house is still her own. She can decorate it how she wants. After graduation, her music room can also be rented out or sold directly to make money.

Moreover, there is another advantage. With real estate, she can leave her native family logically.

*

The next day, Zhao Junxin carried the suitcase and returned to Zhao's house with the application form.

After two hours of bumping and walking for nearly 20 minutes, when I opened the door, I saw the happy scene of the Zhao family's parents laughing and getting together.

A room full of balloons, streamers, warm candles, and a big birthday cake. A colorful banner hangs on the wall in the living room - Happy 3rd birthday to baby Zhao Junle.

Brother Zhao Junyang and sister Zhou Qiaoling, two people who used to tease and bully Zhao Junxin without limit, are hugging their 3-year-old younger brother and amusing them intimately. One is a good brother and the other is a good sister, and they are smiling happily.

Father Zhao Dongmin and mother Li Ping have bright smiles, and the little birthday star Zhao Jun is even more happy.

Anyone who sees such a picture will say that they are happy and warm, but the moment Zhao Junxin sees it, it is as if someone was choking her tightly, and she feels suffocated.

After suffocating, a smouldering anger burned in the bottom of my heart. The grievances and imbalances of the original owner for many years are entangled in the bottom of my heart, and the emotions of depression and despair are flooding my heart. A voice seemed to be urging her to destroy the party, trying to vent her anger through violence.

Zhao Junxin took a deep breath and controlled his emotions.

The moment Zhao Junxin appeared, the space seemed to freeze suddenly, and everyone's expressions were embarrassed.

Zhao Junxin is a part of this family, but everyone forgets her on the birthday of the youngest son. Now she suddenly appeared, not like a family member, but like an unexpected intruder and saboteur, completely ruining the atmosphere of the party.

"Jun Xin, are you back?" Li Ping smiled awkwardly: "What a good day today, the whole family is here."

"Lele's birthday, I think the three of you are busy, so I didn't plan to do it. But it happened that Junyang and Qiaoling are back, so let's celebrate by the way." Zhao Dongmin explained, the more he spoke, the quieter he said.

"Qiaoling and I both came back temporarily..." Zhao Junyang wanted to explain, but found that the more he explained, the more embarrassed he became: "I'm sorry I didn't call you."

Zhou Qiaoling dragged Zhao Junle, "Lele, my second sister."

"Sister..." Zhao Junle listened to the call, but he was obviously unfamiliar with this elder sister.

"Lele, happy birthday." Zhao Junxin touched the child's head and smiled at him.

These bad debts of the Zhao family are not counted on the head of the three-year-old baby, and she has no opinion on the child.

"Sister, your makeup looks good." Zhao Junle boasted, he thought Zhao Junxin's face was very interesting.

"When you grow up, my sister will help you transform." Zhao Junxin gave Zhou Qiaoling a wink while coaxing the child.

Zhou Qiaoling understood, and immediately took the toy to divert Zhao Junle's attention and took the child away.

Seeing that Zhao Junxin didn't get angry with Jun Le, Li Ping breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Jun Xin, put your things down and sit down. Let's eat first."

She wants the family to continue to celebrate Zhao Jun's birthday happily.

"No, I have something to do before I come back. I'll be leaving soon." Zhao Junxin refused, and she didn't plan to stay any longer: "There is an application form that needs your signature, and there are still some things to take."

Because he forgot the existence of his daughter, Zhao Dongmin felt guilty, and he simply signed the application without reading the contents of the signed application.

Zhao Junxin took the application form and asked, "I want to borrow a user ID."

"Okay, mom will go get it now." Li Ping set off immediately.

"What do you want a hukou for?" Zhao Junyang asked.

Local college students basically do not need to use the account, right? There's something wrong with his sister.

Zhao Junxin explained: "I bought a suite and can be separated into independent households."

"Where did you get the money? Is your way here right? Junxin, you are still young, don't think about taking shortcuts." Zhao Junyang was very excited.

He has been working for a while, and he has to wait to buy a suite. Zhao Junxin said he had a house before he graduated from university? How could this be the right money? !

Entering the university, this honest little sister began to go astray. I draw like a ghost all day long, and I don't study hard enough to start a metal band. What kind of group is that? Sucking dummies, fighting, promiscuity, degenerating to the limit. Search online news.

He was worried that this sister would continue to degenerate, and that she had done something illegal and criminal.

"Junyang!" Zhao Dongmin was dissatisfied with his son's words. He didn't want to quarrel on happy days, so he agreed to Zhao Junxin's request without any opinion: "Okay, if you want to go out, you can divide it up."

It's not that Zhao Dongmin doesn't care, but he knows that his objection is meaningless.

Hearing Zhao Dongmin's words, the feeling of suffocation in Jun's heart faded a lot, but his heart began to pantothenic acid again.

Zhao Junxin knew that the Zhao family's parents would not object. Her departure actually helped Zhao Dongmin and his wife.

Not long after she was born, her single bedroom was transformed into a double bed, waiting for Jun Le to grow up. She took the initiative to leave, which was equivalent to giving Zhao Jun some space.

It's good for everyone to leave this home and never mind again.

After getting the household registration, Zhao Junxin went to his room to pack up.

There's nothing to linger about in this home and few things to take away.

I took some winter clothes, took away the audio and effects, and put on a wooden bass.

"You can deal with the rest, don't need it." Zhao Junxin said this when he left.

Everyone's faces were cold and they didn't speak. They understood what Zhao Junxin meant. Zhao Junxin was not going to step into the house when he left this time.

Maybe it's a guilty conscience, maybe they don't care, they didn't stop her from leaving.

When Zhao Junxin had already left the community, Li Ping caught up breathlessly.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Junxin asked.

Li Ping was at a loss, she didn't know why she was chasing out. She didn't know what to say, but she seemed to have a thousand words to talk about. In the end, she only asked one sentence: "You just left?"

"Yeah!" Zhao Jun nodded heartily.

The bus bound for Zhao Junxin University arrived at the station, and Zhao Junxin got in the car and left. She never looked back at Li Ping or said goodbye.

Li Ping stared blankly at the bus away, her face a little wet.

In fact, she and Zhao Dongmin already knew what mistakes they made, but there is no regret medicine in the world.

The first mistake they made was to treat their children coldly and violently.

In order to please her stepson and stepdaughter, she and Zhao Dongmin took it for granted that they wronged their common child.

When they realized their mistake, Zhao Junxin, who had been treated indifferently and neglected for a long time, had completely closed the door of her heart, and she no longer needed her parents.

Then, they made the second mistake, in order to make their minds better, they gave birth to Zhao Junle.

The relationship with Zhao Junxin is completely irreversible.

Li Ping sighed, maybe parents and children really have to talk about fate, but Zhao Junxin has no fate with them.

*

I got out of the car, dragged my luggage and walked back to the university. Zhao Junxin did not return to the bedroom, but went straight to the music room.

"Are you moving?" Yao Jiaming said with a smile.

"Almost." Zhao Jun said in his heart, "Brother, I'll store the effects and speakers with you first."

The dormitory is inconvenient, and the music room handles the storage of musical instruments. All Zhao Junxin's musical instruments are stored in the music room.

"Well, no problem." Of course Yao Jiaming welcomed him.

"I will use the music room No. 3 for two hours." Zhao Jun said in his heart.

Yao Jiaming immediately took the key and opened the door for Zhao Junxin.

After drinking a sip of black coffee and preparing the blank sheet music, Zhao Junxin started to play while holding the acoustic guitar.

Flicking the fingertips, the bass echoed in the recording studio.

From the moment I saw my family, the emotions that belonged to the original owner and also belonged to me began to be restless again and again.

Her mood is very complicated, there is a burst of mania that destroys everything, and there is also the ecstasy of breaking free.

These emotions are intertwined in the bottom of my heart, and a set of melody is automatically composed.

The melody melted into the blood and flowed to the fingertips, and the fingertips waved the four strings, writing all her complicated feelings with notes one by one. All the restlessness, all the pain, all turned into music.

After playing it twice, Junxin wrote the composed piece on the score.

Two hours later, when Jun Xin drew the final rest, her mood finally returned to calm.

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