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, which 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 very 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 gets a good chicken and dog ascends to heaven, the Su family’s newly-purchased yard has three entries. 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 her brother. She has offended many people with her carefree and unobstructed, 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 Research Institute.

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

Now the Su family's life is even more difficult, even her two hundred and fifth brother who is nothing on the road is called Su brother.

Su Zhaorong knows the preciousness and hard-won of this friendship. In the entire base city, there are no more than five fingers of friends who are full of money. She is actually one of them.

Therefore, after Su Zhaorong received a scribble-looking 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 a bath!"

I saw my father take out the old cane that hadn't been used for a long time, and went down a few canes. The big brother who was sleeping in bed rushed out of the house screaming and crawling.

The father leaned on the cane and roared behind,

"Little Wanderer, why did I make 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 you have a little girl at home, otherwise, huh. Humph..."

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

"Our elder brother and daughter-in-law, our men are so running, haha!"

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

Su Zhaorong’s father was also a little bit dumbfounded, but his daughter-in-law’s words were said to the father’s heart.

"Rong, hurry up and rest. Don't go to the shift tomorrow. 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 stuffed the bitter tree essence that had never been used for half a year into Su Zhaorong's hand.

"Your brother went to pick mountain spring water. Use lychee 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 pick water and ask for 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."

The eldest brother and a slipper were thrown out by the 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 the Buddha, I have to burn incense and shower a few days in advance? How fresh!"

The old father ate the cane, very serious,

"Then Miss Lengjia, 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 money. food."

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

"Really, when you have a status in the Su family, Dad told 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, eldest brother he is right."

"That's it."

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

It's like the kind of Young Master Pian Pian mentioned in the story-the kind of master who holds a folding fan and talks and laughs, and his waist is yin poetry.

"I am 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. They went back to the house to avoid making people feel uncomfortable.

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

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

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 Jiang Family, at least half of Mingguang's entire business is firmly in the hands of Jiang Family.

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

"Then I'll be straightforward, Miss Su, but received an invitation?"

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

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

"Miss Su needn't be nervous."

Jiang Zhengyang smiled and said,

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

"..."