I pamper the little baby in 80

Yuan Hongjun followed his finger and saw Fan Ze's home.

It was a small square courtyard with mottled and faded iron gates, bearing the vicissitudes of time.

Anyway, it is an independent courtyard, only grandparents and grandchildren, if it is only about the living conditions, it is not bad.

According to the development of Shanghai in memory, Xinghua Lane will be a high-end shopping mall in the future.

In a few years, maybe this place will be demolished. At that time, this house will be worth a lot.

I just don't know if the grandparents and grandchildren can keep the house.

"I won't go in. You can take the medicine. At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, just wait for me at the street corner on time."

After confirming the location of Fan Ze's house, Yuan Hongjun handed him the medicine, put one hand in his pocket, and kept his back as straight as a pine.Just wave your hand and leave.

"Hey! Brother, wait." Fan Ze took the medicine, scanned the surroundings like a wolf cub, then leaned over to Yuan Hongjun, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Yuan, are we going to earn money tomorrow?"

Yuan Hongjun looked at his thieves' appearance, reached out and knocked the child's head, and said with a smile: "There are so many questions! Just be obedient, and if you do well, your benefits will be indispensable."

"Then Brother Yuan, you have to cover me."

Fan Ze rolled his eyes and smiled, revealing two dimples at the corners of his mouth.

Yuan Hongjun lived for more than 40 years in his previous life, and he had never seen anyone.

Looking at the child's eyes, you can tell that he still doesn't trust himself.

What an interesting kid, Yuan Hongjun stretched his cold brows and eyes, smiled gently, turned and left without talking.

Behind the door, the voices of a child and an old man were vaguely heard.

Back at Yuan's house, it was already afternoon.

The men were not off work, and the alley was a little deserted.

The women gathered in twos and threes, chatting about gossip about each family.

Seeing Yuan Hongjun approaching, he pointed at him intentionally, whispered a few words, and then roared with laughter.

The original owner had an introverted personality, so if this happened to him, he would have to blush.

But Yuan Hongjun was in his forties in his previous life, and he still insisted on being single. He has seen all kinds of aunts and aunts, and his face has long been practiced.

He straightened his back, smiled politely, nodded politely to his neighbors, opened the door and walked in.

After Yuan Hongjun turned around, he heard his neighbor, Aunt Li, whispering in surprise: "I'm so good, this second boy of the Yuan family, why is he a different person!"

The corners of Yuan Hongjun's mouth curled up slightly, and the closed iron gate of Yuan's house cut off the sound from outside.

Yuan's mother was standing in front of the cutting board chopping radishes, and her voice was intermittent: "San'er, this shirt is very precious, please put it away quickly, and let people see the reason."

"What's wrong with you? That's because mom loves me."

Yuan Hongkai was wearing a newly bought Dacron shirt, whistling and combing his hair in front of the mirror.

Cheng Guangwaliang with hair cream on the middle parted hair: "Mom, look at my body, believe me, I will succeed."

This era is indeed just popular. Although there is no need to distribute tickets, the price is also higher.

Yuan's mother has always loved her youngest son, and usually subsidizes food and clothing privately, which is not surprising.

Yuan Hongjun glanced at Yuan Hongkai, his hair was licked by his tongue, and his eyes were a bit hot.

He went upstairs, ready to go back to his room.

Over there, Yuan's mother dropped the hatchet with a bang, and said in a strange way: "I didn't know what to say when I came back. You should go through the city gate. You really have been in the countryside for a few years, and you are a wimp."

Yuan Hongjun's complexion did not change, his stern black eyes glanced at Yuan's mother: "Squeak."