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Chapter 101

Looking at the scene outside the window becoming familiar, Pei Xingzhi's eyes flashed with surprise, and then asked Pei Zhongyuan, "Dad, this is going to..."

He didn't say anything, but Pei Zhongyuan still understood what he meant, and pulled Xixi's clothes that slipped up, "Yes, it's our old house."

"Can it be taken back?" Pei Xingzhi's tone was a little excited.

Meng Wanqiu understood that this was the old house of the Pei family.

"As long as the property certificate is still there, you can take it back." Pei Zhongyuan explained.

The Pei family's property certificate has always been in the bank. When those people expropriated the house from Pei Xingzhi in an inexplicable name, Pei Xingzhi knew that with his ability at the time, he could not keep the house. There was no attempt to find the property certificate to take back the house, fearing that showing the certificate would attract the money wolves.

Therefore, the property certificate of the old house of the Pei family was kept in the bank until Pei Zhongyuan came back and understood the relevant policies, then he went to retrieve the certificate and got the house back.

"What about those people who lived in the house before?" Pei Xingzhi asked.

Pei Zhongyuan said lightly: "They are in jail."

A small number of them are in jail, and most of them are shot. This group of people have been demolishing houses and criticizing people in the past ten years, and have forced many people to death.

After the movement ended, the country began to settle accounts, and this group of people naturally could not escape.

Pei Xingzhi nodded and did not continue the topic.

As the car drove on, there were fewer and fewer people on the road, and then the car entered a villa area, but most of these houses were old and shabby, with weeds growing in the yard, and it looked like they had not been taken care of.

And a renovated building was particularly eye-catching.

"We're here."

While Meng Wanqiu was thinking, Pei Xingzhi's voice rang in her ears.

"Yes, we're here. Our family can finally go home." Pei Zhongyuan said sadly.

Meng Wanqiu winked at Xixi, who immediately understood and took Pei Zhongyuan's hand and walked into the house, "Grandpa, let's go, my dad said that we have to walk home."

"Hey, hey, hey, our Xixi is right, we have to walk home."

With Xixi's interruption, Pei Zhongyuan didn't care about the sadness, and bent his waist to lead his granddaughter home.

Pei Xingzhi fell behind with Meng Wanqiu, looking at the figures of the old and the young, with a soft color in his eyes.

The stone road at the gate of the courtyard leads to the stairs in front of the house, while the rest of the courtyard is a stone road paved with cobbles.

After going up the stairs and pushing open two heavy and retro doors, the brown wooden floor came into view, and the wood fragrance lingered at the tip of the nose.

After the entrance, there was a large living room with a shining crystal chandelier above, which made people dizzy. There was also a grand piano in the corner, covered with red velvet, which looked elegant and luxurious.

Pei Xingzhi saw it and said to Meng Wanqiu with a smile: "I will teach you when I have time."

Meng Wanqiu glared at him, "You haven't touched it for many years, can you still do it?"

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