When Jiang Yu took it downstairs of Building 3, Dabin, who was squatting there and smoking, stood up: "Third brother, everyone has called over and is waiting on the seventh floor."

"Go up." Jiang Yu entered the corridor.

He hasn't been there since Uncle Skinny died. Lu Qian didn't urge him either. Instead, another tenant on the seventh floor called two times and said that he would pay the rent immediately, hoping that he would clean up the house soon.

It’s not that Jiang Yuduo dragged no one to come to clean up. It’s not that he was afraid of death. It’s nothing to be afraid of a person. When he was alive, he was a name on the Lu Qian’s registration book. After he turned a page, he was gone. After he died, if there was really a King of Hell, it was just a name on the King of Hell registration book. If he turned a page, he would be gone.

He just didn't want to face such an atmosphere, the emptiness after a person who seemed to have never existed before disappeared.

When he reached the fifth floor, Jiang Yuduo smelled the fragrance and the burnt smell of burnt paper.

"What are they doing?" he frowned.

"Make a way to send it out, please feel free. This person doesn't seem to have a family member," Dabin whispered, "and let the tenants be calm, so as to avoid the people who rent it out again and say nothing."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo responded.

The windows in the corridor on the seventh floor were open, but it was still filled with smoke. The little brothers Dabin called burned paper in the house and at the door, and lit incense in the house.

"Third Brother." Seeing Jiang Yutuo come up, they all stopped.

"Is it over?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"That's all, it's done," said a little brother, "and you'll go in and clean up in a while."

"His things are packed with boxes," said Jiang Yuduo. "Isn't there a small and broken house next to Building 2? Take it to the old lady who picks up garbage, she wants it."

"Okay." The little brother nodded, thought about it and whispered, "She wants all dead things?"

"You just didn't get to that," said Jiang Yuduo, "Hurry up and clean up!"

A group of little brothers were cleaning up in the house, and they probably didn't work at home. They felt a little uncomfortable. Anyway, they threw everything into the box, and they cleaned up so hard that they didn't know that they had robbed.

Halfway through the packing, the old lady who picked up the garbage came. Jiang Yuduo didn't know how she went up to the seventh floor.

"I'll take it to you later," he said, "no one will grab it from you."

"Let me see." The old lady said and squeezed into the room, hunched her back and looked in the carton. After a few glances, she reached into the box and took a plastic cup and threw it on the ground. "I don't want this, I can't use it, and I can't sell it for money."

"Fuck me!" Dabin threw the cup back, "You fucking pick it up, how can we take it if you throw it out!"

"It's not enough to sell," the old lady repeated, pulling out another music box that I don't know if it was a music box or something. Jiang Yuduo was thinking that the thin uncle was quite interesting. The old lady had already raised her hand and threw the box to the ground. She stomped her feet twice. The box was broken all over the floor. She pulled it a few times with her feet, "There's nothing to sell here..."

Jiang Yuduo didn't know where she got such a strong force. He would have to kick it if he wanted to stomp the box.

He frowned and pulled the old lady's arm and dragged her out, pointing at her: "If you want to watch it here, just go home and wait, and move it again, and you won't keep any of these things for you."

The old lady glanced at him, was very unhappy, and stood aside cursingly.

"Otherwise, there must be something hateful about a pitiful person," Dabin was very upset. "You see her like this, and you kindly give her something, and you don't want to pick it up and throw it away!"

"Everyone has his own way of living," said Jiang Yuduo. "You're so angry that she doesn't feel it. Get it clean, and then take the water to rinse the ground when it's done."

"Yes." Dabin nodded.

Jiang Yuduo took out a big red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Dabin: "Give it to them later, and then go to eat something. I'm so bored that I'll leave first."

"Leave it to me," Dabin took the red envelope, "You can go with your time."

After walking out of the corridor, Jiang Yuduo took a breath of cold air and felt much more comfortable.

Lu Qian called and asked him to go to the flower shop to buy some green plants to ward off evil spirits and make money, saying that it was placed in the card house.

"You have a bunch of old smoke guns all day long, and it's smoky and fire," said Jiang Yuduo. "What can you stand it? Besides, where are there green plants in this season?"

"Who said there wasn't? They were all raised in greenhouses," Lu Qian said. "There must be those kind of indoor plants. Buy more, buy ten or eight pots to purify the air."

"I'll go and have a look." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Also, my mother is coming here in two days and said she wants to go back to the old house," Lu Xi said, "You can find a place to deal with it for two days."

"Well," Jiang Yuduo smiled, "Didn't she say she was unhappy to go back? She always quarreled with Old Lady Zhang."

"I'm lonely," Lu Qian said, "I've been arguing for a lifetime, but suddenly I don't have to quarrel and panic."

"Then I'll clean up the house first." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Don't clean up, she can't live for two days, don't make any effort," Lu Xi said. "The nanny doesn't want to stay in the old house for too long, so she must be dragged back."

"Okay." Jiang Yuduo responded.

Lu Qian's mother is an old lady with a strange temper. When she returned here, she refused to live with her daughter. She had to live in an old house. Then she quarreled with her three and a half years old child from morning to night. She was so angry that she wanted to leave after two days of arguing. She lived back and quarreled after a few months.

When the old lady came back, Jiang Yuduo would go to the new house directly to live in, or go to the rental house to find a house that no one rented for two days. But now the new house has been rented to Cheng Ke, and the rental house is full, and only the thin uncle is empty... he can only go to the hotel.

The only thing that is a little troublesome is Meow.

His little brothers must be willing to help him raise them, but they all looked like they couldn't even serve them themselves. It would be better to put them back in the trash can than let them go. Except for Chen Qing, he was worried wherever Miao placed.

But Chen Qing lives with his parents, and his mother doesn't let things with hair say they lose hair. Chen Qing doesn't even approve of raising fish, so he probably even dislikes the loss of scales?

It's really troublesome.

Jiang Yuzhuo lit a cigarette and went to buy green plants first.

There are many flower shops in the past two streets, with a wedding photography and a flower shop each occupying half of the road.

However, he had never been to a flower shop, and he didn't know what was inside, and it looked like the store was not big. Lu Qian asked for ten or eight pots and felt that she couldn't even put them in the store.

The sun is not bad today, the wind is not strong, but the temperature is still low, and there are few pedestrians on the road, like Cheng Ke who is afraid of the cold and will not go out even if you have nothing to do.

For Jiang Yuduo, this kind of condition is very good and safe, and he doesn't need to observe and pay attention to it, and it will be much easier.

There are indeed many flowers in the flower shop, and I can’t see clearly whether there is anything that meets Lu Qian’s requirements through the glass. Jiang Yu took away half of the street and picked a flower door that looked large and opened it and went in.

"Welcome." A man inside said.

Jiang Yuduo didn't see anyone. Out of habit, he stared at the direction where the sound came and walked two steps there. He saw someone in the corner squatting there and tying a bow on a handful of flowers.

He then looked at the store again. He couldn't even name many flowers. Anyway, they were all in one bucket, and there was a strong fragrance in the room.

"Boss, do you have big green plants here?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"How old?" the boss got up and walked over, "Where did you put it?"

"Let it..." Jiang Yuduo was stunned when he saw this person clearly, "It's in the room."

"Yes, all sizes," said the boss.

"Oh," Jiang Yuduo looked at the man in front of him who heard the sound of a man but looked like a short-haired girl and had eyeshadowed. "Be bigger... I don't think you don't have one here either."

"If you are sure you want it, you will just send it to you. There is no in the store," said the boss, "pulling it from the shed."

"Ah." Jiang Yuduo nodded, "Just... please recommend something easy to raise."

"Okay," the boss took out his cell phone, lowered his head and lit, "I'll show you the pictures, you can pick one."

Jiang Yuduo can now be sure that this is a man, he has seen the throat festival.

In fact, I can usually see men wearing makeup and men wearing skirts, but I have never met each other so close, let alone spoke. He felt a little uncomfortable now, especially after meeting Cheng Ke, he would no longer just glance at such a person like before.

Beautiful little cute.

He was full of this sentence at this moment and could not escape.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful little cute little cute little cute...

This should be considered true?

I, Cheng Ke, like this?

Then this taste is really incomprehensible.

The girl with her hand...

"Brother Cheng, sit for a while," Xiao Yang said, "I'll bring you a pot of fruit tea."

"No need," said Cheng Ke, "I'll take a look."

"Sit for a while, I'll come over immediately." Xiao Yang quickly walked to the table in the leisure area, pulled out the chair, and ran towards the tea room quickly.

Cheng Ke had no choice but to go over and sit down.

Xiao Yang took the fruit tea and ran back quickly, sitting opposite him.

"Actually, it's not surprising that Brother Cheng, you don't remember me," Xiao Yang said, "We've only said a few words before."

Still speaking?

Cheng Ke was even more confused. He could remember it for a long time without saying anything.

"Oh," Xiao Yang sighed, "Two or three years ago, we have been practicing in the same gym for several months."

"Is that true?" Cheng Ke looked at him again, "I know all the personal teachings over there."

"I'm not a personal trainer, I was fat at that time," Xiao Yang smiled, "I just exercise, and I've asked you for advice."

"...Oh," Cheng Ke gave a sudden realization out of politeness, but not to mention two or three years ago, he could not have any impression of Xiao Yang being a fat man at the time, "Then you are pretty good, now you are all doing personal training?"

He was the only customer at this restaurant during lunch. The waiter was probably too bored and he stared at him all the way.

After eating this steak that tasted pretty good to be honest, Cheng Ke took out his cell phone again.

Before he regretted it, he quickly clicked Dacun's name and sent him a message.
To be continued...