No words all night.

Although he was worried about his classmates causing trouble, Ling Yi's sleep was quite fragrant under excessive fatigue.

Perhaps only in sleep can he temporarily forget the sadness and unhappiness.

When he woke up early in the morning, Ling Yi felt that his mental state had recovered a little. After taking the medicine specially configured for him by Mr. Chen, he went to the buffet restaurant to have some free breakfast, then went downstairs to check out and leave here.

The air in spring city in the early morning was excellent, and the flowers, plants and trees on both sides of the street were filled with a refreshing fragrance.

This ancient city, which is as warm as spring all year round, has a great scenery. You don’t need to look for it deliberately. Walking in the city, it feels like you are in a painting.

When he came to the central area of ​​the city and walked in the alley that he had not set foot in for many years, Ling Yi had both thoughts of being close to home and deep sadness.

The wanderer returned many years later, and his adoptive father was no longer with him.

I hope everything is a dream. When I wake up from my dream, my adoptive father is still by my side.

Some old people who got up early in the alley have already come out for a walk. Because they only lived here for a short period of time, they didn't know each other even after meeting them.

But Ling Yi can still find his home.

This alley is called Baihua Lane. The old house is No. 156 Baihua Lane, located deep in the alley.

When Ling Yi came to the door, he saw two brand new doors.

There are couplets on the thick vermilion wooden door, which looks quite festive.

While Ling Yi was stunned, the wooden door opened, and a young man in his thirties walked out of it. He turned around impatiently and said, "Okay, okay, I said I won't eat anymore. Today the company is going to hold a morning meeting, and it will be too late..."

Then he saw Ling Yi standing at the door and frowned: "Why are you standing at the door of my house?"

Ling Yi looked at the young man in front of him: "Your family?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Nervous..." The young man looked impatient, looked at his face, and hurried out to the alley.

Ling Yi looked up again and looked at the door number full of time-filled on the gray brick wall on the right side of the door - 156.

That's right, here's it.

The old house in the spring city of adoptive father.

It's also his home.

Ling Yi took a deep breath and was about to call the young man.

An old woman in her fifties walked out of the yard, with fluffy curly hair, big face, and small eyes. She looked very kind. After going out, she glanced at Ling Yi first and shouted at the young man’s back: “You remember to eat!”

The young man said without looking back: "I understand, you can go back quickly!"

The old woman shook her head, as if she was talking to Ling Yi, and also as if she was talking to herself: "Now, these young people really don't care about their bodies..."

Ling Yi smiled, looked at the woman, and asked with a polite look: "Auntie, can you ask, is this your home?"

The old woman's smile suddenly stopped, and her eyes became sharper. She looked up and down at Ling Yi for a few glances, staring at Ling Yi with a scrutiny face and said, "What do you mean? Isn't this my family? Is it yours?"

The kind face that just happened to the relationship was just someone targeted his son. Now his face was stern, and his eyes were sharp and his eyes were suddenly clever.

"This is No. 156, Baihua Lane?" Ling Yi said with a gentle attitude: "If so, then it's really my home."

"You're not good at brains?" The old woman's eyes became more and more sharp, and she shouted loudly at the young man who was about to walk out of the alley: "She smash, she smash! Come back! This man said the house belongs to his family!"

The young man who was about to walk out of the alley was running back.

After running, Ling Yi suddenly realized that this person was actually a trainer.

I don’t know what level it is, but judging from the pace, I should have some cultivation level, and I am likely to practice first-level skills.

The young man quickly ran back to Ling Yi and said with a bad expression: "Boy, what do you mean? You're looking for a beating, right?"

Ling Yi glanced at him and said, "Speak well."

"We have lived in this house for ten years! You are here to make trouble, right? Tell you, I am really not afraid of this!" The woman said loudly from the side.

The old men and women who got up early in the morning for a walk couldn't help but look here.

The woman looked at them and shouted: "These neighbors can all testify! Have we lived here for ten years?"

At this time, an old man in his seventies, who was in a tough body came over and looked at Ling Yi, and seemed to have a bad look. He took a few steps closer and carefully looked at him for a long time before he hesitating and asked: "Young man, you and Mr. Chen..."

Ling Yi was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the old man had such a good memory. He didn't know this person, but he seemed to recognize him.

He nodded and said, "I am his adopted son. I have lived here for more than half a month."

"Look, I just said that you look familiar, almost like when I was a child!" The old man said happily: "Mr. Chen hasn't come back for years. Big man, you're busy, haha, is he okay now?"

Ling Yi whispered: "I left a few days ago..."

"Ah?" The old man looked surprised and stared at Ling Yi with wide eyes. He didn't react for a moment, "Leaving? Where have you gone?"

Then he looked at Ling Yi's sad eyes and asked in surprise: "Can it be..."

Ling Yi nodded.

"Ah...ah! Why is it so sudden? Why is it so sudden? Mr. Chen is such a good person. Why did you say... why did you leave?" The old man sighed repeatedly with regret.

The two of them looked at each other for no reason and found that the old man knew Ling Yi, so they couldn't help but look at each other.

Then, the old man looked at Ling Yi and pointed at the two of them and said, "Their family came out from nowhere ten years ago. I remember clearly that they smashed the door lock and then started to decorate, which was so noisy... At first, I thought this was Mr. Chen's meaning, so we didn't dare to say anything. Later, we moved in for a long time, and after asking, we found out that this family did not know Mr. Chen at all. Isn't this just forcibly occupying Mr. Chen's house?"

"Old guy, don't talk nonsense! This house is ours! We bought it for money! Let's sue you again!" The old woman stared at the old man with fierce eyes and looked at the old man with threat in her eyes.

"Hey, I'm afraid of you with this old bone? If you have the ability, you will beat me to death? Try touching me! Really, if you occupy someone's house, you'll live there for ten years. If you still care about you, you really think of it as your own home. Please give me some shame!" The old man obviously has the kind of bad temper and full of justice.

At this moment, some other old people also slowly approached, and they began to criticize this family with one word and one word.

Why don’t you pay attention to public morality and litter? What kind of naughty kids go to others to make trouble for parents and try their best to protect them. They are trivial and messy, but there is nothing good to say anyway.

Ling Yi also heard that these old neighbors were dissatisfied with the old house family, but they all respected their adopted father very much.

It is said that Mr. Chen is the most powerful figure who has gone out in Baihua Lane!

It's everyone's pride!

The old woman and her son looked blue and white, and they were no match for this group of people at all.

The quarrel here also alarmed the old woman's husband and young woman in the yard, as well as a little boy in his teens.

After a group of people came out, they immediately started arguing with the neighbors outside.

Including that little boy, such a older child, he actually cursed and picked up stones and tried to smash the old men and women.

Fortunately, the young man was a little rational and could not afford to pay if he was really broken.

A group of people were blocking the door of the old house and quarreled for more than ten minutes.

Ling Yi couldn't even get into words.

When everyone was tired of arguing, the young man looked at Ling Yi coldly. He heard it just now. The owner of the house seemed to be dead. The boy in front of him was the adopted son of the owner!

Since he is an adopted son, this house must have nothing to do with him!

In this way, as long as I don’t admit it, I will live here, who dares to drive me away?

You said the house belongs to you, okay, come out with evidence!

After making up his mind, the young man shouted: "Don't make a noise!"

Then he pointed at Ling Yi and said, "You said this house is yours, and I also said that this house is mine! We bought it from others for money!"

"Aoyo, it's so shameless!"

"It's not a big deal to occupy someone's house..."

The neighbors watching the fun around couldn't stand it and couldn't help but accuse them again.

Ling Yi looked at everyone: "Dear uncles, don't worry, it's a big deal, right?"

"Yes, yes, yell at him with evidence!"

"Look at how polite the children taught by Mr. Chen!"

"The young man is mentally and has a good character, do you have a partner?"

Ling Yi: "..."

He looked at the young man and said calmly: "You want evidence, right? Show you the evidence."

As he said that, he opened his mobile phone, logged in to the real estate query software, entered his name and ID number, and the industry under his name suddenly showed up - No. 156, Baihua Lane, Chuncheng, the owner of the household... Ling Yi!

The young man was stunned. He never expected that the owner of this family would transfer such a valuable house to an adopted son?

Is this a brain disease?

Why is it not my turn to do this good thing?

"So, can I prove that I am the owner of this house now?" Ling Yi asked calmly.

The whole family over there was a little dumbfounded.

The old woman turned her eyes and sat on the ground, then slowly lay down on the ground, splashing, crying and howling: "We bought this house with money. It was dilapidated and renovated at that time. We lived in it for ten years. Why is it yours? This is our house! Oh, this is not bullying people! I can't live anymore..."

The teenager now moved a big stone with both hands, quietly touched Ling Yi's back, raised the stone, and smashed it hard towards Ling Yi's back.

Someone saw it and couldn't help but exclaim.
To be continued...