Chapter 48 Home

  "Kicked out! 5-year confidentiality period, no compensation or severance pay at all. Every Monday, I have to go to the police station for a report." Yeto Kenichi shrugged and opened a pack of Great Wall cigarettes, lit one up...

  "That means you won't be able to get a job for the next 5 years. This job arrangement is not good." Ye Xiangzhong said, patting his forehead. He was also from the army and understood these things clearly. His own son was theoretically considered a war hero. But under the current social system... Ah... he was also worried, thinking of arranging a job for his son, which was indeed quite difficult.

  "I'm not worried about that. Besides, I didn't plan on letting you guys arrange any work for me, I plan on supporting myself." said Yeto Kengo nonchalantly.

  "It's good that you think this way, but what can you do? Our family is just an ordinary one, and we don't have that much money for you to start a business." Ye Wen Zhong was telling the truth. His own university professor. Yang Ping works in the procuratorate. Although their jobs look very good, they are all living on meager salaries, which can't compare with the income of ordinary small business owners...

  "Who says doing business must have so much money? I'm not asking you for a lot, just give me 10,000 yuan as living expenses. I was forced to retire, but didn't get any retirement pay." Ye Yangjian said somewhat dejectedly.

  "100,000 yuan? That's nothing. I thought you were going to ask your handsome dad for tens of millions. I couldn't have afforded that. 100,000 yuan, don't need to tell your mom about it, handsome dad will use the small treasury to satisfy your request." Ye Xiangzhong smiled and said, he was very satisfied with his son...

  "Besides, I don't have a place to live, and I couldn't possibly live with you guys, could I? I'm already in my twenties..." Yè Yáng Jiàn said thoughtfully to Yè Wèn Tiān.

  "Want to buy a house?" Ye Wen Zhong asked, his son's idea wasn't bad. Although the family isn't wealthy, satisfying his son's request wouldn't be a big problem, they still had some savings, and besides, when his son got married in the future, buying a house was inevitable, whether it was earlier or later didn't matter.

  "I didn't say I wanted to buy it, I just thought, can you lend me the house that belonged to my grandparents first? We'll talk about the future later. In the future, when I buy a house, I will absolutely not ask for your help." Ye Yangjian expressed his thoughts.

  "No problem, and don't mention borrowing or not borrowing anymore. I'll take you to transfer the property tomorrow, anyway that house is empty too, do you want to renovate it?......" Ye Wen Tian thought this request was reasonable, after thinking about it, he decided to transfer the old house to his son, anyway his missing father only had one grandson, Ye Yang Jian, if not him then who?

  "What are your plans from now on? Tell handsome dad, do you have any ideas to grasp the power of the world and sleep on the knees of a beauty? Haha, handsome dad will help you plan...". After everything was settled, Ye Wen asked with a cigarette.

  "What else can I do? Just live a good life without relying on anyone. You don't think I'm going to save the world, do you?! I don't have that ability or time... Dad! Don't laugh, damn it! You must have been reading too many YY novels recently... You're getting more and more ridiculous and impure!..." Yeyang Jian thought his dad must have read a lot of YY novels from students recently and got obsessed.

  "Nonsense! Innocent?! If your handsome dad were innocent back then, would you have been born, you little rascal?! Hurry up, I want a grandson within three years!..." Ye Wen spat out...

  Ye Yangjian rested for a night at his parents' home, the soft mattress making him feel unreal. Years of military life and harsh outdoor environments had allowed Ye Yangjian to fall asleep anywhere, anytime. But back in his parents' home, lying on the soft bed specially made by Yang Ping, he couldn't sleep, because as soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of the troops, his brothers, the guitarist...the sound of the gunshot...and himself crying out loud, leading the way to cut open the guitarist's body with a knife...

  Tossing and turning for a long time, I finally put down the military blanket on the ground...

  Ye Wen Zhong got up very early, as he always did. He made a cup of tea and passed by the guest room, finding Ye Yang Jian's door not closed. Curious, he poked his head in and saw the neatly stacked quilt. Ye Wen Zhong smiled and shook his head. Thinking back to when he had just retired from the army, wasn't it the same? Every day getting up early and stacking the quilt neatly. Many years had passed, and a happy married life had changed this habit of his. He even couldn't remember when was the last time he stacked the quilt...

  Took out a special supply from yesterday's scam, sucked on it for a bit... and suddenly felt much better. Ye WenZhong opened the door to go get the newspaper, also planning to look for his son to see what he was up to...

  There is a small square in the community with many fitness equipment. Ye Yang didn't sleep well yesterday, and when he got up early this morning feeling unwell, he came to exercise. After several years in the army, he was already used to going out for exercises every morning.

  "Wow, look at that young man, he's really impressive... can rival Da Zhongzi..." A group of elderly men and women who came out for morning exercise were amazed by Ye Yangjian's intense workout on the equipment.

  "167... 168... 169..." Ye Yang Jian was currently gripping a pull-up bar, doing pull-ups. The faintly oozing sweat made his well-developed back muscles look shiny and oily.

  "Hmph... you little scamp is already out here causing trouble so early! ...Want to break your handsome dad's record? How about we make a bet on it?" Ye Wen Zhong said disdainfully from behind the horizontal bar. When it came to his own son, his attitude had always been: mainly belittling, with contempt as an auxiliary...

  "...Old man... are you okay or what......?" Yè Yáng Jiàn turned his head and said with a smirk.

  "Again with the special treatment! Look at you, can't you have some other pursuit?" Night Yang Jian retorted.

  "Damn it! You can do it, how can I not?! Son of a... How can a man say he can't do it?!" He tossed aside the newspaper in his hand, spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth, and turned his neck. He ripped off his T-shirt, revealing his robust upper body, and then grabbed the horizontal bar with one swift motion...

  "Who's this little calf so fierce, I'm the son of the Dai family, I say...". The old men on the side laughed and joked.

  "Who do you think will win?"

  "Bet! Bet!... I'm the banker... Hurry up!..."

  "Old Li, what are you betting on?"

  "Nonsense! Of course, it's tomorrow morning's pancakes and soy milk! Hurry up, hurry up, buy big or small, lose big or small. One block five or two blocks with eggs!"

  "I'm now more or less a homeowner, right?" Night Yang Jian said with a smile as he looked at the property certificate with his name on it. The house transfer procedures were done quickly. Although he was forced to retire and didn't have an ID card, Night Qian Tian's phone call seemed to be more effective than anything else. Night Yang Jian's worries were instantly resolved...

  "I still have class this afternoon, anyway you know the way yourself. Go back and tidy up first, if it's really not possible then call your mom to help you out a bit, come over for dinner when you're free. Being independent is good, but don't forget about your handsome dad and spicy mom either, give us a call if anything happens. We'll take care of whatever we can handle. Also, regarding the thing that happened in the army, I haven't told your mom yet, I'm afraid it might scare her, so keep it a secret for me too, got it?..." Ye Xunzhong instructed before leaving. Ye Yangjian nodded in agreement.

  He went back to get his luggage, Yang Ping had already gone to work, Ye Yangjian took a taxi, this time he was communicating with the driver in local dialect, and the driver didn't take a detour...

  This is an old residential area, built for more than 20 years, with good greening. It's a particularly lively and mature community, every afternoon, a group of old men play chess, cards under the trees in the square, there are grandma chorus teams, singing red songs every day. In the center of the community, there is a not-so-small artificial lake, it's summer vacation, from time to time, children catch small fish, shrimp and butterflies with small fishing rods and nets.

  Because there are three universities nearby, the night market is also very popular. At night, the outdoor food stalls start business, with fragrant roasted fish, lamb skewers, whole lamb, and colorful large lobsters. Various small stir-fries and refreshing beer. Groups of students coming out to have a good time, residents who don't want to cook at night, bringing their families to eat at the stalls. The shouts, laughter, and hawkers' calls make this old and small district seem so full of vitality.

  He finally returned to the place where he grew up, and Hiroshi smiled wryly. Everything here was so familiar... He shouldered his backpack and headed home. Along the way, he saw many people he knew. However, no one recognized him, and some even gave him curious glances, but didn't dare approach him...

  For three years, Ye Yangjian's appearance has changed a lot. His long hair, which was once tied up in a ponytail, is now gone, replaced by a clean and neat buzz cut. The weather in Fujian is hot, even if the army allowed him to grow his hair long, Ye Yangjian would probably shave it all off himself with a knife. Three years of military life have honed Ye Yangjian's physique into a robust and sturdy build. He doesn't look particularly handsome, but he has a special kind of attractiveness. A deep scar on his left cheek not only doesn't affect his appearance, but also adds to his ruggedness and masculinity...

  Arriving at his own home, Yasuyuki took out the key and opened the door.

  A three-bedroom apartment on the third floor of Building 39 in a residential area, with an area of nearly one hundred square meters. The house has no distinctive features and the interior decoration is simple. There are only a few old sofas and a coffee table in the living room, and several old paintings hang on the wall. The room is very clean and tidy, just like when he left, the only difference being that all the furniture and electrical appliances are covered with white cloth to collect dust, obviously his mother's doing.

  He put down his bag with a hearty laugh, removed the white cloth, found a box and packed everything in it. He then fetched a broom and mop and immediately started sweeping and mopping the room...

  After finishing all this, Ye Yangjian sat on the old sofa in the living room, lit a cigarette and smoked silently. He thought of his kind grandmother and missing grandfather...

  "First think of a way to find a job that can make ends meet, and then I must think of a way to get news about Grandpa's whereabouts!" thought Ye Yangjian secretly.

  He glanced at his field watch, it was already past 6 o'clock. Ye Yangjian thought about going to get something to eat. He could cook, but there was nothing at home, and now it seemed too late to go shopping. Thinking of the big stall downstairs, Ye Yangjian smiled slyly... Ran to the bathroom to take a cold shower, rummaged through his bag for a T-shirt, opened the closet, found a pair of basketball shorts he used to wear, sniffed them... Damn! Still okay! Made do with it. Put on the shorts and T-shirt, wore tactical boots, stuffed a pack of "War God" cigarettes into his pocket and headed out like that...

  Author's words:

  Coca and my little editor have been paying close attention to the situation in Ya'an, Lushan, Sichuan. Seeing those reports, Weibo posts, etc., I feel very downhearted and worried. Moreover, I don't understand the mentality of those scoundrels who are slandering Sichuan and the disaster zone online. Don't you feel anything? A elderly mother lost her son in the Wenchuan earthquake, and this time, she also lost her beloved daughter. How can you bear to slander?! Bastards!!! Today, Coca asked my little editor to update two more chapters to vent our depressed mood. Then we will continue to pay attention to the situation in the disaster zone.

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