In the past few days, the alley where Yang Jun's house is located has begun to be demolished.

People living in this alley began to move out one after another, and Yang Jun was no exception. He planned to move to another courtyard first.

Yang Jun doesn't have much else, but he has a lot of courtyard houses. According to incomplete statistics, he now owns at least more than 300 courtyard houses.

He has bought these courtyards one after another over the years. Especially after the policy was liberalized, he spared no effort to acquire courtyard houses.

For those who didn't want to live in large courtyards, Yang Jun bought their houses at a high price, and he saved up little by little to build these hundreds of courtyard houses.

The noise of the demolition was a bit loud, and the noise made people uneasy. Originally, Yang Jun wanted to live in a courtyard, but after two days he couldn't stand it anymore. The noise was a bit loud, and he couldn't lie down properly.

Already.

So I packed up my things and took my family to another house that had already been renovated.

Yang Anguo, Ma Juzi and the others did not have any extra houses, so they temporarily stayed in Yang Jun's house.

Of course, only Yang Jun's three-in-one courtyard house in that alley will not be demolished, and all the other houses will be demolished.

There were several relatively good courtyard houses among them, but Yang Jun demolished them anyway.

Apart from being valuable, he didn't think the courtyard house was more comfortable than the houses of later generations, especially the ladders, steps, thresholds, etc. in the courtyard house, which made it very inconvenient to get in and out.

He wants to build a house that integrates a manor and a villa complex. It has courtyards, modern buildings, a combination of Chinese and Western styles, gardens, elegant pavilions, etc., in order to create the atmosphere of a village in the city.

Unlike later generations, where alleys are next to alleys, doors are next to doors, and a dozen or so families are crowded into a room of only a few dozen square meters. He wants to create a quiet area in the busy city.

As for destroying the ancient courtyard buildings?

hehe!

Have you not seen that in the entire Sijiu City, apart from the areas around Hongqiangzi that are not subject to demolition, other places are undergoing demolition in full swing.

Demolition has even become the mainstream life in Sijiu City.

…

Before we knew it, spring passed and the hottest summer of 1979 came again.

Yang Jun walked around the unit and came back, then got into the air-conditioned room and lay down.

Today's air conditioners are not as effective as those of later generations. After turning on the air conditioner for two hours, the room is still a bit stuffy.

Nalan Qingmeng sat next to Yang Jun with a large bowl of washed grapes in his hand, and kept feeding Yang Jun.

Yang Jun put his hands behind his head, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at her slightly bulging belly, with a smile on his lips.

"That's enough, I won't be able to eat anymore at night."

Yang Jun stopped her from continuing to feed.

I ate too many grapes and my teeth were a bit sore. When I talked, I felt like those teeth no longer belonged to me.

Nalan Qingmeng looked at him with an irritated look, then peeled off the grapes in her hands and stuffed them into his mouth.

"The last one."

Yang Jun opened his mouth and swallowed the grapes directly, almost without choking.

"Should you go for a pregnancy test tomorrow?" Yang Jun asked.

Among the women, none of them went with him to get a pregnancy check-up.

It's not that he doesn't want to go, it's just that it's inconvenient to go. He is a well-known figure. It would be troublesome if he was recognized in the hospital. Nalan Qingmeng and others also understand Yang Jun's difficulties and have never asked him to accompany him.

Pregnancy test.

"You, you are so forgetful. I just had a physical examination yesterday, and the next one will be in a month."

Nalan Qingmeng stuffed another peeled grape into his mouth and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

Yang Jun slapped his head and said angrily: "Look at my memory."

"Is it possible that I'm really old?"

Nalan Qingmeng said angrily: "You can pull me down. You are getting younger as you live, but I, a MILF, am getting older."

After saying that, he sighed and then touched his face with his hands.

Nalan Qingmeng is only twenty-nine years old this year, which is the best time for women. In future generations, women of this age are not yet married. Yang Jun is eleven years older than him, but they look like

Newly married couple.

Yang Jun's age will always remain as old as when he traveled back in time. Even if he lives another hundred years, he will still look thirty years old.

Only Yi Qiushui and Nalan Qingmeng knew that Yang Jun was still as powerful as before. If there weren't so many women around him, I'm afraid no woman would be able to stand his torment every day.

"You don't look old. It would be great if you could stay young forever." Yang Jun murmured to himself.

It would be nice if they all stayed as they were now, then he wouldn't seem lonely.

"Yeah, I think so too."

Nalan Qingmeng continued to stuff grapes into his mouth: "I heard that there is a skin care product abroad that can delay aging. Is it true or not?"

"Haha, they are all chemical synthesis. Wouldn't you, a highly educated person, know whether they can delay aging?" Yang Jun said with a smile.

"Well, women's fear of aging is inconsistent with scientific knowledge. No woman wants to grow old. I know that's unrealistic, but you can't stop a woman's love for beauty." Nalan Qingmeng said with a smile.

"Hey, you women are really strange creatures." Yang Jun sighed.

Women like to dream, and they don’t like others to wake her up when they are dreaming. In fact, they all know in their hearts that there is no immortality in this world, but they always pursue it endlessly.

"Lao Yang, after giving birth to this child, I will give you another one."

Nalan Qingmeng gently stroked his lower abdomen with his hand.

"It's not easy for you to raise so many children by yourself. Life is only a few autumns, so why live so hard."

Yang Jun didn't care at all about carrying on the family line. He could even understand those DINK families who were born to suffer. Just like middle-aged and elderly people often sigh and recall the beautiful life of childhood. In fact, to put it bluntly, they are all tired.

, so tired that sometimes I lose my temper for no reason, and even suddenly at that moment I suddenly realize and think of relief.

That's how people are.

Isn't it good to live happily, happily and unrestrainedly for the rest of your life? Why do you suffer all kinds of sins when you are born?

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yang Jun can't understand why those people keep pursuing after they already have everything.

When Nalan Qingmeng heard this, a look of sadness suddenly appeared on his face.

"Lao Yang, children from single-parent families have low self-esteem. I don't want my child to be such a person in the future. He is already lonely. I just want him to have more warmth."

When Yang Jun heard this, his heart felt inexplicably painful.

He didn't expect that Nalan Qingmeng would think so far and even consider the future. It really fulfilled that sentence, women are weak by nature, but mothers are strong.

"Okay, it's up to you, let's have another child."

What else could Yang Jun say, he could only try his best to meet her request.

"Thank you, Lao Yang."

Nalan Qingmeng's eyes were red and she buried her head deeply in Yang Jun's arms.

The two were tender for a while, then hugged each other without speaking.

I really hope that time will freeze at this moment forever. That warm picture and that warm embrace make people reluctant to leave.

"By the way, Lao Yang, sister Yani will be back next month."

"Well, after the company's affairs are arranged, she will return to the mainland to raise her baby." Yang Jun said.

"Sister Yani said that when she comes back, she will live with me. From now on, we sisters can keep each other company."

When Nalan Qingmeng spoke, his face was filled with a happy smile.

When Yang Jun heard this, he shook his head.

Women are really strange creatures, especially with such an embarrassing identity.

In ancient times, people like them who were concubines would have been at odds with each other for a long time. They would never give up until they fought to the death. Look at the two of them, they are like sisters. There is no barrier between them.

"Isn't it convenient for you two to live together?" Yang Jun asked.

Nalan Qingmeng rolled her eyes and curled her lips into a smile.

"If it's any inconvenience, I'm afraid you'll be happy already."

"No, I'm worried about my bad waist. If you two team up to bully me, I'm no match for you on my own."

"Lao Yang, you are so annoying."

Nalan Qingmeng punched him with her little pink fist, and then said coquettishly: "If you say that, then we should live separately."

"No, no, no, you two should live together. I just like being bullied by you together, haha."

"Hate……"

Then, the two people's unbridled laughter came from the room.

…

In the past, Yang Jun always complained that he was too busy and didn't have enough time.

Now, every day, apart from lying down and fighting landlords with several of his women, there is nothing else in the work, except socializing, there is nothing to do.
To be continued...