Jing Gao's hometown is in Haizhou City, Sujiang Province, and he lives in an old community at No. 11 Yanhe Road.

At about seven o'clock in the evening of Monday, April 18, Jing's father and Jing's mother were having dinner when they received a call back from Jing Gao.

The mother of the child is worried.

As soon as Jing's father picked up the phone, Jing's mother came over and asked. Dad Jing turned on the mobile phone on the speakerphone and put it on the dining table, and Jing Gao's voice happened to come from inside.

"Dad, have you eaten?"

"I'm eating with your mom. Xiao Gao, why did you call back on Monday, did something happen?"

When parents receive a call from their son, their first reaction is always to help them. The feelings are sincere and simple.

In the capital, Jing Gao is on the balcony, looking at the night scene of thousands of lights, and there seems to be a trace of warmth in the current.

So hometown is always roots!

There are parents, there are childhood memories that will never be erased!

"Well, it's a bit of a thing. Mom and Dad, I just quit my job and now I'm starting a business with a friend..."

Jing Gao coped with the "cross-examination" of his parents sentence by sentence. He has been alone in Beijing for nine years, and he did not bother to inform his parents when he changed jobs before, for fear that they would be worried. I only say it when I'm waiting for it to be stable.

Thanks to the "operation" in the past, his parents believed that he now had a stable job and a good income, and accepted him to transfer 2,000 yuan to his family.

Hanging up the phone, Jing Gao looked back at the quartz wall clock in the living room, it was already eight twenty. The words often do not feel that time flies, and Shi Zun is suspicious of Jing Gao is good at making up new words.

Itaka exhaled softly. It's good to say that he finally let his parents accept him to transfer some money back to subsidize the family.

He had planned to go home on May Day. Now we have to wait. It is necessary to let the performance of his "start-up" ferment, and then go back to change the living conditions of his family. He had to beat the side drum for the family from time to time.

In fact, my cousin, who studied at Beijing Institute of Technology, was a good "eyewitness". Just now, his mother told him to have time to see his cousin.

But his cousin didn't really like him very much. One is 211, 985 universities. One is two colleges. This comes from the contempt of the top students for the scumbags, the contempt that comes from the bottom of their hearts and does not contain any impurities.

Jing Gao thought about it, routinely sent a WeChat message to his cousin, and then went down to throw out the garbage.

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At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the nightlife in the capital has not even begun. And the community of Vanke Economic and Trade Mansion is quite quiet.

The bright moon hangs high, and the moon shines like water.

Jing Gao happened to meet the old man in the same building after throwing away the garbage at the door of the corridor, said hello, and took the elevator upstairs together, "Hello old man." ”

The old man was wearing a Tang costume, cloth shoes, glasses, and a cane, which was very stylish. Intellectuals!

He was followed by a beautiful woman wearing a printed cheongsam with a pink and white background. I can't tell the age. With a graceful retro hairstyle of the Republic of China, with beautiful curves and graceful curvaceous, with elegant and quiet intellectual charm.

"Look, how polite the lads are now. The old man smiled, very happy, said to the beautiful woman beside him, and then introduced to Jing Gao: "This is clumsy." ”

I'll go.

Jing Gao didn't know how to complain in his heart. This tranquil and elegant woman is no longer than forty years old at most. And his neighbor is only afraid that he is at least sixty years old. How do you drive this car?

There should be the Lich King's song "One Cut Plum" here.

Thinking about it in his heart, Jing Gao's Qi cultivation kung fu is still a little, smiling and the beautiful woman with outstanding appearance nodded, "Hello." ”

The beautiful woman bowed politely.

Go to the 20th floor and say goodbye at the elevator. Itaka closed the door and went to the study to read and write in his diary.

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In the early morning, the sun shines on the bushes of the community, and the birds are singing and fragrant. The shadows between the floors are still a little cool.

Jing Gao exercised on the treadmill at home for half an hour and took a shower. Xiao He has already bought breakfast from the canteen of the University of Trade.

White porridge, milk, eggs, a serving of fried dough sticks, soup dumplings.

Idaka sat in the spacious dining room and ate breakfast, and Xiaohe, who still had some pimples on his face, reported the situation.

"Mr. Jing, Sister Qiao, Caesarbinny's gramophone, has been bought. There are also a lot of classic vinyl discs. The TV in the living room has been replaced with a Xiaomi TV,Registration is complete,You can choose the video program you want to watch。

In addition, the PS consoles, drawing boards, paints, etc. you want have already arrived. The cleaning aunt comes to clean every two days. ”

Idaka doesn't care about these trivial things in life. Eating breakfast, I was a little emotional. It's no wonder that the rich like to live in villas.

For example, he needs a recreation room, a built-in lawn to kick football, a bathroom, a swimming pool, and a garage. He also needs to reserve rooms for bodyguards, nannies, and drivers.

Living in a staircase seems to be almost meaningless. I have to let Xiao Qiao see if the villa in Beijing is for sale.

Well, a forced residence like a courtyard house also needs a set.

Look at my inflated! I began to pick and choose the houses in the capital.

Jing Gao smiled self-deprecatingly in his heart, and said approvingly to Xiao He: "Hmm." You've worked hard. ”

Xiao He hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no." ”

With Jing Gao's emotional intelligence, you can immediately judge that the little girl is a very responsible person. Xiao Qiao's level of recruitment is okay.

After breakfast, with a backpack, take the elevator directly to the underground parking lot, and drive the red Ferrari to Beijing Sports University. On the way, I called Xiao Qiao and arranged all kinds of things.

In the final analysis, Zhongrun Company is serving him.

After arriving at Beijing Sports University, Coach Fan first took Jing Gao to do warm-up exercises, and then practiced shooting for another half an hour alone. Then take the well to the No. 1 football field across the road. There's a bunch of boys playing on the pitch here.

Coach Fan called a boy in the lead, "Xu Junzhe, what I told you yesterday is okay, right?"

Xu Junzhe cut an inch, looked at the thin and tall man, one meter eighty-three tall, smiled and showed two front teeth, his voice was a little hoarse, and said, "Teacher Fan, we have no problem." But I'm afraid that I'll kick and kick and forget to feed him the ball. ”

Coach Fan scolded with a smile: "You kid! I will invite everyone to eat Sichuan food and drink wine in Dongshun Building at noon." If you want to go, feed me the ball. ”

"Gotcha. ”

Xu Junzhe ran back and said, there was a burst of cheers on the field, "Teacher Fan is exquisite." ”

Itaka was assigned to a team with a group of juniors, and the seven-a-side field was a field that divided the standard football field in half, and the general formation was 33. Itaka was assigned to play the center position.

The soccer ball is constantly fed to Itaka.

Bang bang bang!

Itaka tried to shoot in a variety of ways.

On the opposite side of the defense Jing Gao was a fat man, one meter eight eight tall, after resisting Jing Gao to lose his position, he turned over to the ground, and said with a smile: "Brother, you can't do this." The feet are soft and fluttery. ”

You can't be a "Ruan Xiaoer".

Jing Gao was speechless at the fat man's complaint.

At this time, a crisp shout suddenly came from outside the venue, "Well high, come on!"