Divorce verdict?

Zhang Yanming sat down on the kang and scratched his head. Have I been married?

It seems like I have been to college several times. Once, it seems that my child has gone to college. Where did that child come from after graduation?

I looked down and saw that the factual marriage was divorced. It turned out that it was not married. It was a de facto marriage. Is the law so advanced in 1990s?

The house belongs to the woman and the property belongs to the woman, and both parties have no debts.

Zhang Yanming subconsciously glanced at the passbook and bank card that were placed aside, and then looked down.

‘A daughter born out of wedlock, Zhang Yue, was born on October 22, 1993. Because the woman did not have the ability to raise the child, she was sentenced to the man to raise the child.’

Damn, I have a child, daughter.

Zhang Yanming turned the verdict to the end, June 25, 1996.

I took out my BB phone and mobile phone and looked at the time. Fortunately, it was September 10, 1996, so I ignored those few minutes.

Zhang Yanming was a little confused. It was almost three months old. Where is the child? I looked around and found that he was definitely not here.

It’s three years old, and it’s definitely impossible for a three-year-old child to live on his own.

Zhang Yanming quickly patted his forehead. This fucking dream, is this a dream or reality? It’s not right. Is it a reality necessary to find it. Everyone has to live, be hungry, hurt and bleeding.

My own child.

Turn the verdict to the front, Lu Shuang, I have my ID number, but I don’t have any contact information. Lu Shuang? Zhang Yanming thought about it carefully for a while, and it seemed that there was such a person in his memory, his first girlfriend, and he had a child?

Yes? Is there? There must be, the verdict is here.

I picked up my ID card and looked at it. On March 12, 1973, yes, this seems to never go wrong. By the way, I took a look at the driver's license and it seemed that there were a few dreams that didn't exist.

B photo, the date of the photo is July 1991. I have read it and the annual review is complete and can be used.

He stuffed everything into his pocket and hung it. Zhang Yanming took his cell phone and had about 500 yuan of change out of the house.

There is a large room after coming out of the kitchen, with several sets of fluorescent lights on.

There are two rooms in front and back, with a large moon door in the middle, which adds up to about one hundred square meters, with a concrete floor and walls tied with decorative cloth. Looking up, the roof of the shed is also tied with cloth, which is quite beautiful.

The whole house was covered with nothing but a dining table.

Zhang Yanming frowned and tried hard to recall something. It was useless, but he just felt familiar, as if he should be like this.

After passing through the Moon Gate, there was a door on the right wall, which was open. Zhang Yanming went in and looked inside. There was still a big room behind him, and there was only a small window on the back wall. The lights in the room were not turned on and could not see clearly.

I didn't care about this for the time being, Zhang Yanming walked out. The door was quite large, with double-striped wooden doors, and four rows of transparent glass blocks arranged on the door, inlaid with European-style arched lace.

The door was closed, and Zhang Yanming pushed it but didn't push it open. He pulled it for a while and it turned out to be opened inward.

As soon as the door opened, noisy sounds rushed into the ear drums, and it was very lively outside.

At the door was a flat concrete floor, about twenty square meters, with a river ditch at the top. In the past it was a highway. There was a fruit shop opposite the highway. A couple stood beside the stack of high orange boxes and were selling.

"Orange, orange, big and sweet orange."

The crowds coming and going walked over from three directions, and this was a three-way intersection.

Behind the fruit shop is a row of stores. Zhang Yanming took a look, hair salon, wholesale department, photo museum, computer room, and cake house.

There is a gold shop next to the platform, and a few meters north is a small supermarket, guarding the bus station, with thick iron pipes welded in line, and many people are waiting for the bus inside.

Over the street is a tall and large red brick building, which looks like a factory building, about twenty meters high and nearly a hundred meters long. A row of large imitation Song characters are written more than ten meters: Fight for a greater victory every day.

At the foot of the factory is the bus stop, and a colorful fiberglass shed was built. A bus stopped. Men, women, women, young and old, got off the bus and spread out in two directions.

To the south of the fruit shop is the wall railings, which is the playground of the middle school. To the south of Zhang Yanming is a row of shops filled with walls, with cosmetics stores and several restaurants and bars student supplies, and behind is the playground of the primary school.

The two schools used to be residential, arranged on both sides of the road, and opened some shops next to the road, all of which were built by themselves, with some stores, wholesale department clothing stores and karaoke bars.

Zhang Yanming seemed to know that it was the hospital that kept walking south.

There is a cross street to the north of the middle school. In the past, there were vegetable markets, rice, flour, oil, grain, vegetables and meat, Japanese department stores, and two state-owned hotels.

As Zhang Yanming observed from left to right, something in his memory revived bit by bit, and the environment became familiar.

"Long, how early is it to get up today?"

"Hahaha……"

A strange and familiar teasing sounded in my ears, followed by a burst of laughter.

Zhang Yanming looked down and saw that there were drivers who parked under the cement platform in front of his door. Some were sitting on motorcycles, some squatting on one side, with a good helmet hanging on the car, and those sitting under the butt were not wearing it.

"I'm hungry. Why don't I sleep? Run a motorcycle?" Zhang Yanming raised his hand and rubbed his head and replied.

Well, it's short hair. He hasn't seen him in the mirror since he woke up and got to know him. He has no idea what his image he is.

It will be around 3:00 p.m. The sun shines from the north and it is warm. The drivers are wearing jackets, casual jeans, and the crowds walking back and forth are mostly long-sleeved clothes. Zhang Yanming's vest and shorts look a bit alternative.

"Can you run this? You don't make much money, and it's not enough to play a few poker games." A car owner with a mustache said with a smile.

"I'm coaxing the ghost, don't make money, you can get up to 5pm and stay here in the middle of the night?"

"Erming, aren't you cold to wear this? Kitchen clothes, what's the point of being so good? There's still a vest or shorts." A woman wearing a thin sweater and pleated long skirt came over with a small bucket. She was thirty-five or six years old, not ugly, and had a short hair that was combed to her ears.

"I just went to bed and I was too lazy to get it out. Sister-in-law, please help me get two packs of instant noodles, and I want the yellow bags."

"Is it because I haven't had a meal yet another day? You, hurry up and find a wife. It won't work like this. Two bags are enough? Do you want to lie in a few eggs?" The woman connected the water at the faucet on the corner of the platform and asked Zhang Yanming with a face turned around.

She is the owner of the small supermarket next to her. The man's surname is Mou. As for what her surname is, Zhang Yanming has no memory, she knows that she seems to be quite familiar and a good person.

Zhang Yanming remembered that it was connected by himself to flush the cement platform to facilitate the convenience of flushing, and it became a place for pedestrians to connect water and wash their hands, including the motorcycle connecting pipes to brush the motorcycle.

"Enough, put eggs? Put two. Is the water in your house gone out of stock?"

‘Why did I ask this? Her house always has no water? What the hell is it to buy instant noodles and put eggs? I answered quite well.’

Zhang Yanming grabbed his head, but he was a little confused again.

However, everything is normal in dreams. I have experienced sleeping with strange women for no reason. Many times, speaking and doing things is like NPC operations in the game and cannot be controlled.

"Wait a minute. Go back and put on some clothes, I'll bring them to you later." Mrs. Mou took the water back.

Her family lives in the inner room of a small supermarket. There are two large and small rooms inside and outside, sleeping in the small room, and selling things and cooking in the large room outside.
Chapter completed!