There seems to be no news about work, but the house that has always been expected has come down. I don't know if this is good news. In any case, I was a little excited. So yesterday, I rushed to the house. I have done a lot of procedures, signed various documents, and finally got the key in my hand. However, there seems to be a little bit of excitement. So I went to a person to check the house. Soon, I signed the paper again in a crumpled paper and finally asked, are there any other procedures? The result is nothing. So, this House really belongs to me, and this person seems very scared now. Because I don't know where to start and where to end. However, this is where everything starts.
This morning, I was unable to wait for her mother to send her to the new house. However, after a lot of work, I regret it, for fear of exhausting her, into the room, so began to measure the house width and high data. Nearly noon, when I was still measuring the room, my mother was so hungry that she suggested to eat. I saw that the tables were all over at. Ah, they were all busy. As a result, I walked out of the room and came to the door of the community. However, there was no taxi at all, not even three rounds. Setting my mother in the shade of the tree, I began to walk to the trunk road in the scorching sun to find a taxi. When I walked for more than 1000 meters, I finally saw a taxi. So I took a sigh of relief, stopped it, and connected my mother to the car, so I went to the restaurant for dinner.
I ordered two vegetarian dishes, one hand noodle and one bowl of rice. My mother swallowed up and felt like she was a child to be taken care of, and I was a very incompetent adult. After dinner, I insisted on sending her to the subway station, accompanied her, and got down to the subway and took a taxi home. Then I went back and took the subway back to my new house, prepare the contractor for the first quote.