Since Run Sheng was registered as a household from outside the area and Tan Yunlong couldn’t be bothered to pull strings, they wouldn’t have gotten the house this quickly; but given his recent comndable achievents and frequent awards, the leaders were again and again concerned about his living conditions.
Entering the house, Zheng Fang expressed with so surprise, "I didn’t expect this. It’s quite clean."
Tan Wenbin glanced at the living room and said, "My dad never stayed here at all."
Zheng Fang imdiately looked at Tan Yunlong, "Do you usually just sleep in your office to get by?"
Tan Yunlong smiled, "This house is too big. Without you at ho, I’m too lazy to co back."
Zheng Fang playfully punched her husband.
Tan Wenbin rolled his eyes.
Sotis he admired his dad’s tactics. Busy with cases and often away from ho, his work took him from the city to the local police station in the township. Despite all this, he still maintained a good marital relationship with Comrade Zheng Fang. In any other family, there’d have already been an explosion.
The house really was uninhabited; there wasn’t much food either. Zheng Fang took out the fried twisted dough sticks she brought from ho.
She broke them into three bowls, boiled water, and added so brown sugar to soak them.
The family of three sat at the table and managed a al.
What followed was a thorough house cleaning, and Tan Wenbin helped out. His deft handiwork in doing chores was indeed a shock to his own parents.
Zheng Fang couldn’t resist making fun, "Tan Yunlong, look how clumsy you are with these tasks. Now, look at your son, how adroit he is. Son, when did you learn to do this?"
Tan Wenbin answered while washing the cloth, "Didn’t learn. Just saw that there was work to be done."
In the past year, Mr. Li raised two mules at his ho.
One was nad Run Sheng, and the other Zhuangzhuang.
Tan Yunlong nodded, saying, "That’s good. This way, you can also take better care of Xiao Yuan. Your son has been covered by Xiao Yuan’s light. The two share a spacious dorm room; it’s quite roomy inside."
"Brother Xiao Yuan doesn’t need to take care of him. We take turns cleaning."
After the house cleaning, Tan Wenbin followed Zheng Fang to buy groceries. By the ti dinner was ready, the sky was completely dark, and the family of three officially had their first reunion dinner in Jinling.
After dinner, it was too late, so Tan Wenbin didn’t go back to school. He took a bath at ho and went to bed.
Early the next morning, father and son woke up early.
Last night’s leftovers were ward up in the pot and served with so pickles brought from their hotown to make breakfast.
"Let’s go, I’ll drop you off at school and then head to the station."
After getting into the car, Tan Wenbin patted the seat and asked, "Captain Tan, isn’t this considered personal use of a public vehicle?"
"I paid for the fuel myself."
During the drive, Tan Yunlong lit a cigarette and said, "Whatever your mom says, your matters still need to be decided by you. We, as your parents, can only provide support. We won’t interfere with your life."
"Understood."
The car stopped at the school gate, and Tan Wenbin got out.
Tan Yunlong said, "Luggage."
Tan Wenbin exclaid, "Aha, I specifically didn’t bring it down from the house."
Tan Yunlong replied, "Well, I specifically brought it down and put it in the trunk."
"Dad, is this what you call letting handle my own affairs?"
"As parents, we say nice things. You actually believed it?"
"Alright, drive safely."
Tan Wenbin dragged a luggage case covered with cartoon patterns through the campus. Though it was the weekend, there were quite a few people around, drawing many curious gazes.
At one point, he encountered a group of guys in white shirts, with ties hanging loosely and purposely pulling open their collars to expose large areas of skin.
With hands in their pockets and leaning forward, they would walk on tiptoes, shake their heads every few steps, look down, and gently pat their bangs.
These five were the kind you’d only want to et in broad daylight at school. If it were nightti in Min’an Town, Tan Wenbin would suspect they were possessed by an evil spirit.
Nowadays, there are two mainstream avant-garde styles – one with multicolored hair, leather jackets and pants, tattoos and piercings, raising the middle finger, glaring, and deliberately screaming in a broken voice, "Rock will never die!"
The other style involves long hair that always covers one eye, walking as if boneless, and even on the way to the bathroom in a hurry, they wouldn’t forget to perform their lancholic deanor.
Clearly, these five belonged to the latter category.
As Tan Wenbin passed by, he heard them cursing:
"This guy, he’s actually beco a coward, what a disgrace!"
"Don’t worry, Ah Can. A pansy like him won’t be liked by girls. You’ll definitely beat him."
"Yeah, the morning classes aren’t important. Let’s skip them and wait until after breakfast. I refuse to believe he won’t co out by noon."
"Let’s wait for him to be alone. We’ll stake out outside the dormitory building. His class is quite united, damn it."
"Co on, I’ll treat you to breakfast."
The five were centered around the one nad Ah Can, who was dressed more brightly, wore a necklace around his neck, and a watch on his wrist.
"Tsk, what’s with the luggage? What kind of a fetish is that?"
"Ha ha ha!"
One of them pointed at Tan Wenbin’s luggage and sneered, setting off laughter among the others.
Tan Wenbin ignored them and continued on his way.
Upon reaching the dormitory building and taking the stairs to the first floor, he ran into two classmates who imdiately approached Tan Wenbin and said:
"Class president, a group from another school ca looking for you."
"Yeah, they said you were a toad wanting to eat swan at and ca to teach you a lesson."
"Huh?"
Tan Wenbin was puzzled, not understanding why he’d encounter such a situation. It sounded utterly juvenile, as if their brains were flooded.
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