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author:I pick up stories in solitude

Men and old classmates sit in the café to reminisce.

"Old Zhang, this money is finally put together, today I came to pay you back, thank you for your willingness to help me two years ago."

"You're all old classmates, you're welcome." It's just that a few of our old classmates were curious, why do you suddenly have to borrow so much money? The man asked the question of wondering for two years, two years before he believed her character was willing to lend her money.

"Well, it's nothing, it's that I paid the down payment with the money I borrowed from you and bought my own house."

"Buying a house? Why buy a house? As far as I know, the location of the house you live with Lao Zhou is very good! "Men don't expect her to be because of this.

"Yes, just to buy a house, let me tell you something."

The woman took a sip of coffee, "Two years ago I had a quarrel with Lao Zhou, the quarrel was very fierce, he said that the house we lived in was the money he spent, let me get out." I went back to my mother's house in a huff, dragging my luggage, holding my stomach and wanting to talk to my parents.

But the moment I pushed open my door I was dumbfounded, my room became my nephew's toy room, my mother said that I wouldn't come back for a long time anyway, wouldn't it be okay to come back and live on the couch for two days? ”

The man nodded in approval.

"You think that's pretty right, aren't you?" But at that time, my first thought was that after the girls got married, they really had no home, and I must buy a house of my own! As you all know, I've made money in the past two years like falling into the eyes of money..."

The woman let out a long sigh, "But it's okay, I finally have my own home!" ”

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