Doomsday Pavilion

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Xiacheng District, located at the end of the alley at the foot of a wall, is a unique and spacious courtyard.

Compared with the neighbors, this courtyard is more luxurious. The roof tiles are brand new, the wall courtyard is wide, and there are grape racks and pavilions in the courtyard. The grapes are full of bunches and the fragrance is bursting.

The Su family moved from Shangcheng District to Xiacheng District recently. The reason is that the prices in Shangcheng District are really amazing, and Su Zhaorong's family can't afford it.

Su Zhaorong is a civilian secretary in the garrison. His usual job is to communicate with the occurrence committee and the scientific research institute. It is a copywriting job that requires patience.

However, compared to military service, Su Zhaorong's monthly salary is about nine thousand circulation points.

After the houses allocated by the Su's Shangcheng District were returned, they made a lot of subsidies.

Compared with colleagues and fake "nobles" who are still suffering in Shangcheng District, the Su family's choice is indeed enviable, but not everyone has the courage to move out of Shangcheng District. Su Zhaorong's decision was once affected by the elderly. Father greatly appreciated.

The so-called one person has the right to ascend to the sky, the Su family’s newly-purchased yard has three entries, and all the relatives live together in this large courtyard. The four generations live together, which is much more moist than the tight days in Shangcheng.

Su Zhaorong's personality is very similar to that of Big Brother. She has offended many people with her careless attitude, so she has few friends.

Until the summer of the previous year, for work reasons, she had some dealings with Leng Han, who worked in both the garrison army and the scientific research institute at the same time.

As a result, she was unexpectedly very appetite, and she became very good sisters once and for all.

The Su family's life is even better now. Even her two-hundred-and-five hundred Big Brother, who is nothing at all, is called Brother Su when she walks on the road.

Su Zhaorong knew the preciousness and hard-won of this friendship. In the entire base city, there were no more than five fingers in the number of Lenghan friends. It was a fluke that she was one of them.

Therefore, after Su Zhaorong received a scribbled ordinary hard papyrus invitation, the whole courtyard became busy.

"Sleep, sleep! I know sleep all day long! Go back and chop the lychee wood into firewood, fill up the water, and heat the bath room! Your sister wants to take a bath!"

Seeing his father took out the old cane that hadn't been used for a long time, and went down a few canes, Dage, who was sleeping in bed, rushed out of the room with howling and crawling.

The father leaned on the cane and shouted at the back,

"Little cricket, how did daddy make up this unsatisfactory thing like you, bastard."

Sister-in-law smiled,

"Dad, why are you angry with him? If you are so angry, your body is not worth it. You don't know what he has been like for more than 30 years. It's because there is a little girl in the family, otherwise, huh. Humph..."

These words made Su Zhaorong's parents and aunts laugh together.

"My daughter-in-law, Dage, our men are so running, haha!"

"This sister-in-law is like a sister-in-law."

Su Zhaorong’s father was also a bit Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

"Rong, hurry up and take a rest. Don't go to the shift tomorrow, and send your brother to the other side and say, you have a good rest at home."

The sister-in-law hurriedly went back to the house to search for a while, and put the bitter tree essence that had been bought for six months and had never been willing to use it once into Su Zhaorong's hand.

"Your brother went to pick mountain spring water. Use litchi wood to burn the fire. Now, when you take a bath, put this in a wooden bucket. Put a lot of it. If the water is hot, add bitter sap to feed people!"

Then turned around and walked to the back bath room,

"What are you doing here in a daze?"

"Chopping wood, where's the axe?"

"I'll chop the firewood. Go and fetch water for the spring water from Qingquanshan."

"Across half a city, you girl wants to be exhausted and I can't make it?"

"Your mind is flooded, won't you borrow a car?"

"Snapped."

Dage and a slipper were thrown out by his sister-in-law at the same time, scratching his forehead, and went out in a jealousy.

Su Zhaorong smiled bitterly, "Dad, Mom, look at you... this is not asking God to worship Buddha, I have to burn incense and shower a few days in advance? How fresh!"

The old father ate the cane, very serious,

"Then Leng's Miss, what is the difference between Bodhisattva God and Buddha, if it weren't for her, could the family be so decent in the past few years?"

"You take a look at your brother's depravity. If you give him a big son, he will dare to spend ten. Someone has gotten some theater tour work for him. If he doesn't go once a month, he still pays him money. food."

"...You, you are still too young. When you are with Miss Leng, follow her more often. Last time Miss came to our house, how can you still fight with others? Her surname is Leng. Tier 4 Awakener!"

"Really, when you have a status in the Su family, Dad tells you that making friends is just like marrying a daughter in ancient times. You must be a good person..."

Su Zhaorong was a little dizzy by his father's lesson, "Father..."

"Rong, second uncle tells you, Dage is right."

"That's it."

The family was talking around the yard, not far from Su Zhaorong and Leng Han. At this moment, the door of the yard was knocked lightly.

"Haha, may I ask, this is Su Zhaorong, Su's family?"

Su Zhaorong looked back, his eyes drifting a little uncontrollably.

"Yes, it is."

A gentle and jade-like man wore a dazzling white gown, spotlessly dusty.

It's like the kind of young man in the story-the kind of master who holds a folding fan and talks and laughs, and his waist is yin poetry. Anyone must be short in front of him.

"I'm Jiang Zhengyang, just call me Zhengyang, can I take a step to speak?"

"Oh, good, good."

Su Zhaorong let Jiang Zhengyang into the living room in a daze. The relatives in the courtyard saw that 80% of them were not ordinary people.

Jiang Zhengyang clapped his hands, and immediately outside the door there were two black-clothed bodyguards carrying gifts and placing them beside him.

"I take the liberty to visit, a small gift is not a tribute."

Su Zhaorong stuttered,

"Jiang... Mr. Jiang is here for me..."

Jiang Zihuan, the eldest son of the Jiang family, Su Zhaorong had been in the garrison for several years, how could he not know.

I don't know how many girls there are in the garrison. The one in the spring dream every night is this one.

Even if I listen, my ears are about to wear out.

Besides, the Jiang family, at least half of the entire Mingguang business is firmly held in the hands of the Jiang family.

Even the upper-middle-level leaders of the garrison would say hello to Jiang Ziwei when they saw Jiang Ziwei.

"Then I'll just say it, Miss Su, but got an invitation?"

Su Zhaorong’s cold sweat broke down at that time.

"Yes...no...what are you going to do?"

"Su Miss don't need to be nervous."

Jiang Zhengyang smiled and said,

"I think Miss Su doesn't mind bringing a few friends with me?"

"..."

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