With a rag pinned to his waist and a lame right leg in his hand, Mark jumped a few briskly steps to a black Mercedes Benz.

He took out a bottle of car-wiping spray, sprayed the glass a few times with a blank face, pulled out the rag from his waist, and wiped it.

Fei Nan glanced at Song Zihao, but saw that his lips trembled slightly.

Song Zihao moved, as if he was about to step forward, but suddenly stopped.

Fei Nan looked at the gate of Xiangfeng Mansion and saw a group of more than a dozen men in suits walking out of it.

The thin man in the center is wearing a white woolen trench coat and sunglasses, striding and shooting.

Song Zihaodeng's color changed, and then he looked at Mark, as if he understood something.

Mark finished wiping the car, slung the rag over his shoulder, and walked towards the door.

Seeing the white trench coat man approaching, he quickened his pace, but he couldn't run, so he could only come to the car door with a strange posture of jumping and jumping, and opened the door.

The man in the white trench coat walked to the front of the car, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, counted out a few, and threw them on the ground: "Take them for lunch." ”

Mark whispered "thank you" and closed the door for him.

Putting the rag over his shoulder and watching the car drive away, Mark finally had a look of shame and humiliation on his face, but it was only a fleeting moment.

He bent down and poked his right foot forward, picked up a few coins on the ground, and slowly walked towards the back of the building with his head down.

"Brother Hao......" Fei Nan shouted in a low voice, and he noticed that Song Zihao's fingers pinching the Coke bottle were already white.

The corners of his cheeks twitched, Song Zihao waved his hand, signaled that he was fine, stuffed the soda bottle to Feinan, and stepped to follow.

Fei Nan hurriedly returned the soda bottle to the soda stall owner and followed.

Mark walked to the back of the building, where there was a stall selling lunch boxes for coolies.

He bought a boxed lunch at the stall and returned to the foyer of the building.

When the security guard in the front hall saw him, he shouted: "Hurry up!

Mark went to the pillar, took the mop and mopped the last party dry, then pushed the cleaning cart and took the elevator down to the parking lot.

Song Zihao followed him all the time, watching him from afar.

Mark put the cleaning cart back in the area where the debris was stacked, sat down, picked up the lunch box, and took a big bite to eat.

Song Zihao finally couldn't help it, he slowly walked up to Mark and shouted, "Mark!"

Mark looked up at him in amazement, also stunned.

"Why didn't you say that in the letter you wrote to me?" Song Zihao looked at him and said.

Mark avoided his gaze, subconsciously wiped the rice from the corner of his mouth, chewed it twice, and suddenly his eyes turned red.

He turned his face back, trying to squeeze out a smile, but was disturbed by the excitement.

He slowly stretched out his right hand.

Song Zihao grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the chair.

Mark hugged him hard, tears streaming down his face.

Song Zihao also hugged him hard and patted him on the back.

After a moment, the two separated, but Mark still clutched his clothes tightly and looked at him with emotion.

Song Zihao said with red eyes: "Mark, even if you break one of my legs, I can't repay you!"

Mark shook his head, patted his arms, and said, "It's my own bad luck, it's none of your business." ”

Grabbing his hands and looking him up and down, Mark sighed, "I'm so happy to see you again! I haven't seen you for so long, you're still so handsome!"

With a wry smile, Song Zihao looked at him and said seriously: "Mark, this is no longer your world with me, why are you still here?"

Mark's smile gradually disappeared, and he stared at Song Zihao for a long time before he said, "I've been waiting for you for three years...... It's been three years!"

He roared, his eyes full of anger and hope.

"We can start all over again. ”

Song Zihao stared at him with complicated eyes, sighed, grabbed his hand, and shook his head slowly but firmly.

Mark's eyes instantly became extremely disappointed, he pushed Song Zihao's hand away, walked aside, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said tiredly: "You don't have to worry about me, just look at your brother...... Tell him not to stare at Ah Cheng, something will happen sooner or later. ”

Lighting a cigarette, he took a puff and said, "You are brothers after all." ”

"Brother Hao. Fernan came from a distance and shouted.

Mark looked at him, and Song Zihao introduced: "Mark, I am now working in the United Taxi Company, and this is my colleague Anan. Anan, this is my best brother, Mark. ”

"Hello Mark. Feinan offered to reach out.

Mark glanced at him, but reached out to shake him.

Mark was looking at Finan, and so was Finan.

This is Little Pony, Feinan's eyes burned.

Mark is not as handsome as Chow Yun-fat in the movie, a little rough, but more manly.

He is very tall, with deep and bright eyes, and when he stares at people, he is not angry and arrogant, and he is sharp.

His palms were also wide and powerful, and it hurt to squeeze Feinan when he shook hands.

Song Zihao held Mark's shoulder and said, "Mark, don't stay in the company anymore, I'll take you to Uncle Jian, and he will arrange a job for you." ”

"What's the job??" Mark shook his head tiredly, "You don't have to worry about me, I'm not leaving." ”

Song Zihao looked at him, trying to persuade but couldn't open his mouth.

Fei Nan suddenly opened his mouth, he looked at Mark, and then at Song Zihao, and said: "Actually, Uncle Jian's business is very good, I read in the newspaper that the government will begin to control the number of taxis in Hong Kong in the past few years, so that the license plate of the taxi will definitely increase in value in the future, maybe a red card can be sold for hundreds of thousands." ”

Mark laughed and said, "What's the matter?"

Song Zihao obviously didn't believe it, but he still followed Feinan's words and said: "Mark, as long as you want to do it, you can make a living in any line, listen to me, stop it!"

Mark just smoked with his head down, not saying a word.

Seeing him like this, Song Zihao could only give up.

"Let's talk about something happy!" Song Zihao smiled and said, "I'm having a treat tonight, how about we go have a few drinks?"

Mark looked at him, then at Finan, but nodded.

"Okay!" Song Zihao squeezed his shoulder hard: "I'll pick you up after work!"

With that, he and Fei Nan walked out together.

Following Song Zihao, Fei Nan glanced back at Mark, who was leaning against the shadow behind the pillar, his cigarette butt flickering brightly and dimly.

couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Fei Nan really didn't want to watch him die.

If you can, find a way to save his life!

Coming to the outside of the building, Song Zihao turned around and said to Fei Nan: "Anan, you go back and tell them, just say that I will have a treat in the evening, and we will go for a drink." ”

"Good. ”

Fernan knew what he was thinking, and he wanted to introduce Mark to everyone so that Mark could slowly blend in.

Mark is an emotional person, and friendship is his best healing medicine.

Song Zihao continued to run the operation, and Fei Nan drove the car back to the company.

On the way back, Fei Nan also picked up a guest along the way and earned dozens of extra money.

It's just that he didn't gain experience because he didn't have a related career.

In the evening, a group of employees of the taxi company came to the Emgrand nightclub.

"Brother Mark!"

"Brother Mark!"

After Song Zihao picked up Mark, the seven or eight brothers present all greeted each other.

Before he came, Fernan vaguely revealed Mark's past to them, so that everyone could respect him.

The people who came over were all in prison and were naturally sensible, so when Mark came over, everyone was very polite.

"Hello. Mark greeted them and was in a nice mood, obviously he loved the feeling of being respected.

Who doesn't love that?

Song Zihao sat down with him, and everyone chatted.

This kind of occasion is Feinan's strength, although he doesn't speak often, but the rhythm of the chat is faintly controlled by him, whenever he wants to be cold, he can always throw out a topic that interests everyone, so that the atmosphere continues.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he led the topic to Mark, asking him to talk more and communicate with everyone more.

Song Zihao saw all this in his eyes, and he was silent on the surface, but he was surprised in his heart, Anan, this kid is not simple.

Feinan drank his wine as he observed the direction of the door.

Suddenly, when he saw a young man come in, he got up and smiled and said, "I'll go get another drink." ”

No one cared.

He came to the bar, where the young man who had just come in was already sitting, staring in the direction of the booth room.

Following his line of sight, Fei Nan also saw Tan Cheng and the others sitting in the private room.

"What do you need, sir?" asked the waiter at the bar.

When Fei Nan heard this, he asked, "What do you have here?"

"There's everything here. ”

"Everything?" Fei Nan raised his eyebrows: "Five plus skin, double steamed, twenty-four flavored herbal tea, vitasoy, and then beat a turtle egg and stir it well, and then add a drop of ink, is there any?"

The waiter's sweat came down at that time: "I'm sorry, sir, we don't have this." ”

"Please give me a draft beer, thank you. Fernan rested his elbows on the bar, only to see that the young man had turned his gaze back to him.

"It's a pity, it's not a good idea. Fei Nan shrugged his shoulders, picked up the beer made by the waiter, and walked to Song Zihao and the others.

After a closer look, he had already confirmed that the young man was Song Zijie, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a little like Leslie Cheung.

Song Zijie crossed his figure and saw Song Zihao who was laughing with his colleagues, and couldn't help but stare at him.

At this moment, Tan Cheng and the others also walked out of the private room.

A younger brother said something in Tan Cheng's ear, he looked up in the direction of Song Zihao and the others, and walked there.

"Brother Hao, why didn't you notify me when you came back?" Tan Cheng stretched out his hand in front of Song Zihao and said with a smile: "It's too little for a friend." ”

Everyone at the table fell silent.

The basic people present have eyesight, Tan Cheng and his party are wearing suits and leather shoes, and they are almost so arrogant that they are about to write "I am the underworld" on their faces.

When they looked at Brother Hao and Mark again, everyone's eyes changed.

Song Zihao is usually reluctant to talk about the past, and Fei Nan only revealed it slightly, they thought that Song Zihao was just an old boy who had been on the street.

But when they saw Tan Cheng and his party, they realized that Brother Hao and Mark were really bigwig-level characters before.