In the evening, a family of three was eating dinner in the living room. This is a two-bedroom staircase room. The living room is the dining room.

"Mom, the food you cook is still so delicious. Jing Gao held the bowl and ate the home-cooked dishes made by his mother, and suddenly felt that whatever food he had eaten in the past few months was nothing more than Erer. Only the taste of hometown, only mother's food has that taste.

After leaving home after the Spring Festival and going to the capital, and coming back at the end of September, how could it be that there was a feeling of being in a trance like a world apart from another world?

Gao Lijun, who was in his fifties, had a wrinkled face, and said, "Xiaojing, it's useless for you to have a sweet mouth." Come back and come back, spending so much money?"

Jing Jianguo didn't talk about his son like his wife, drank seaweed egg soup, and asked, "Xiaojing, how is your job?" Oh, you said you started a business some time ago. ”

Jing Gao quickly swallowed the rice in his mouth and replied, "Start a pharmaceutical company with your classmates." The income is not bad. There are millions of dollars a year. After the company goes public, the revenue returns to more. ”

At this moment, he is not the young man who respects his teacher in the eyes of Professor Zhao and Second Brother Ren, nor the powerful capital tycoon in the eyes of Shen Nanpeng, Mr. Tan and others, nor the man who is as gentle as jade in the eyes of Wei Wei and Guan Guan and can be entrusted for life, but the son of his parents!

"Ah...?so much!" Gao Lijun was surprised that the chopsticks fell on the table, in fact, it didn't matter what the annual salary was, the key was that her son said it calmly, and he didn't say it until now. This...

Jing Gao's current expression is like Yu Zecheng in "Latent", the kind of slightly sluggish, looking very sincere, but in fact, the brain is running at high speed. He can't do it if he doesn't lie, he can't explain it at all.

Gao Lijun reacted, "Then why don't you hurry up and find a girlfriend? Your father and I are both at this age..."

Jing Gao pulled up his phone album, "Mom, I'm already talking." You see. It's just that I haven't been to their house yet, so it's hard to bring her back. ”

Gao Lijun looked at the photo in Jing Gao's mobile phone, it was a beautiful girl, taking a selfie with her son in front of Tiananmen Square, and said suspiciously: "Xiaojing, this is not specially used to fool me, right?"

Who would such a beautiful girl be my son's girlfriend?

These days, the old man is not easy to fool. Fight wits and courage with children who have reached the age of marriage. Even ps knows.

Jing Gao's mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, Mom, do you want your thinking to be so divergent? Your son, am I the kind of person who makes a fake Tsinghua admission letter to fool you?

Gao Lijun flipped through the photos in the album, listened to Jing Gao's explanation for a long time before believing it, and asked, "What is this girl's name, where is she from, and what does she do at home?"

"Her name is Li Mengwei. I am currently in my senior year at Beijing Normal University. A native of Taizhou, Zhejiang Province, her father is a professor at Taizhou University and her mother is an associate professor. ”

After Jing Jianguo finished eating, he comfortably smoked the Chinese cigarettes that his son brought back to him, and listened to his son's details about his girlfriend, which was extremely comfortable. Suddenly, I heard my son say, "Dad, Mom, let's change houses!"

Gao Lijun refused: "Live well, what kind of house do you change?" and then said earnestly: "Xiaojing, you have to guard against arrogance and rashness." Your business is just getting started, and doing business is risky. ”

Jing Gao's emotional intelligence is not what it used to be, and he said: "Mom, when Wei Wei comes to Haizhou, will this house give her a bad impression?

Gao Lijun was immediately stunned, a little hesitant.

Jing Jianguo took out the momentum of the head of the family, and clapped the board: "Buy." ”

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After dinner, Jing Gao didn't rest at home, and drove to his high school friend and classmate: Wei Junjie, to masturbate and drink.

Jinggao's car, of course, was bought by Zhongrun Company's branch in Haizhou. If the rich man of Rebirth Wen still has to calculate the cost, as a god, then he doesn't have to count it. Directly in the city where he is going, he has offices.

The basic exercises are: real estate, cars.

The greening of Haizhou urban area is quite good. In 2016, it didn't have the look of a small remote city, but a bit of a third- or fourth-tier city: bustling neighborhoods, but not many high-rise buildings. At night, the lights are lit, but there are not many pedestrians and the air is fresh.

The barbecue restaurant is located not far from Haizhou No. 1 Middle School. There are some diners in the open-air stalls who are starting. Beer bottles are piled on the table, full of life.

"Old well, oops, it's a good mix, it's all mixed with Envision. At the booth, a thin, handsome-looking young man stood up and greeted Idaka.

"Brother Wei, are you still in such good shape?" Jing Gao smiled and patted his friend's shoulder, "How is it, I didn't delay your business, right?" This friend of his usually keeps in touch and will get together during the New Year.

This kid went to the university of Star City, the provincial capital of Shonan. Then I fell in love with a very beautiful Hunan girl in college, and I have been married and have children until now. He majored in bridge construction, and finally worked as an Internet café owner.

Wei Junjie smiled: "What can you do? Boss, let's have a case of beer first." Stir-fry some rice noodles again. Twenty skewers of lamb. Ask Jing Gao again, "How is your kid now? I haven't updated my circle of friends for more than half a year." I don't see you in the group. Alas, some time ago, it was rumored that the boss of the Phoenix Fund was called Jing Gao, and it has nothing to do with you, right? ”

Jing Gao cracked open the beer with chopsticks, handed it to Wei Junjie, touched him lightly, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "Isn't there a discussion result in the class group? I've been starting a business lately, and it's not bad. Oh yes. The day after tomorrow, will you go to the class reunion of the third class?"

Wei Junjie glanced at Jing Gao with a smile, eating fried peanuts, "Old Jing, you haven't drunk this wine yet, you're drunk." I remember that your kid liked to discuss her in the dormitory when he was a freshman in high school. But as far as I know, she is now working as an assistant to the chairman of Fangyuan Group. I have been working in Spring City for a long time. ”

Jing Gao smiled and shook his head, "I'll go! Do you remember this? I almost forgot about it." Eh, who was that at that time? I forgot the name all of a sudden, and called our English teacher's name in my dream. Haha!"

Wei Junjie laughed and had a drink with Jing Gao, "I forgot the name too." That kid is so fierce. It's not in a dream, it's when I rush and shout 'Teacher Wen'. Eh, old well, don't change the subject. Do you have any thoughts about Shao Xiaohua?"

"Nope. Jing Gao poured wine and watched the beer bubbles in the cup, as if the memories of ten years ago were surging in it, "Brother Wei, after so many years, when I meet the school flower of the year again, I actually feel more emotion and memories in my heart." Gone is the youth of those years. I now regret that I didn't study well at that time. ”

Wei Junjie was speechless for a while, "It's strange that I believe you." I'm not going to go on the 4th. Our three shifts were split that year. Now Class 4 is all in the liberal arts class, and I don't know any of them. It's also for nothing to go. We're a boss anyway, and I don't look at the background board that I'm interested in pretending to be forced. ”

Itaka smiled and did not persuade. Chat with Wei Junjie about interesting things about high school.

In the autumn night, there is a song wafting in. It is Luo Dayou's "story of time".

The flowers of spring, the wind of autumn and the sunset of winter, the melancholy youth I used to think ignorantly, the windmill in the song of the four seasons of reincarnation, it flows every day. In the poems of the wind and snow, I am growing up year after year. The story of running water and taking away time changes a person...