Chapter 111: Don't Ask Me Who I Am

The Forbidden City is too big, and it takes most of the day to swing around. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and this afternoon, the sun in the capital, the weather forecast said that it was only 28 degrees, but Zhang Nan, who was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, was still sweating a lot.

I went back to the room and took a shower at random and changed my clothes, and the clothes I changed were washed by myself except for my underwear, and the others were thrown into a frame in the bathroom, and the waiter would naturally take them to wash at that time.

He was calling home when the doorbell rang.

"Brother Guan, I'll open the door, don't hang it up yet. ”

Saying that, I went to open the door: I saw it in the cat's eyes, and the beautiful front desk came.

"Come in and sit down, I'll answer the phone first. ”

In fact, Weng Qianhui didn't know what to say: she didn't know how to say because of her affection.

"Hey, Brother Guan, then we'll meet at the Provincial Military District Guest House in Wucheng the day after tomorrow. I'll arrive later than you, and they probably won't be a day or two late...... Okay, I'll see you the day after tomorrow. ”

Lao Lou and Lao Zhang have already set off, but this will drive from Yan County to Wushi, more than 4,000 kilometers of road, 8 days is indispensable, this is still two drivers in turn, very smooth situation.

Lao Zhang and the others not only drove a new Dongfeng, but even the Cherokee was loaded in the carriage to pull to the western Xinjiang, and for this, two wooden bridges were prepared on the car.

There were also several 200-liter diesel drums in the carriage - although there were a lot of military fuel tickets, it was a little bit to save when going out. Speaking of Wushi, those diesel barrels that ran out of fuel in the end can also find a place to fill up, and they don't need many fuel tickets.

Lao Zhang and Lao Lou are both transferred from the officers of the automobile unit there, and they have a relationship!

The car was also loaded with a small half car of Jiangnan native products, which was prepared by Xiang Weirong, and asked the two old colleagues to go to the old army to have a relationship.

This small half-cart of souvenirs is not cheap, but it is worth it compared to the convenience of being able to do things in Western Xinjiang.

The old building said that there was this small half car of things, and the old subordinates and old colleagues could give them a whole tank truck of oil!

There is no shortage of oil in Western Xinjiang.

As for the trip of the Dongfeng, the old building also called home yesterday, and the journey was safe and smooth, without any accidents.

The new 5-ton truck only pulls 3 tons of stuff and runs briskly.

Zhang Nan and the two masters said: It doesn't matter if you slow down, safety first!

After hanging up the phone, seeing that Weng Qianhui on the sofa was a little restless, Zhang Nan smiled and said, "Miss Weng, has your mother been transferred to the hospital?"

"Well, I was transferred to the hospital in the morning, thank you really this time..."

People have been transferred to the hospital, and the matter of kidney replacement is already in line, and the money is enough.

"Don't talk about not paying back the money, you can help if you can, and if you hit fate, it's a matter of luck for me. I'm going to leave the capital the day after tomorrow, just ask your brother to get me a few more melons tomorrow, and I want green skin. ”

Weng Qianhui really didn't expect this Mr. Zhang to say this, she didn't know how to answer.

"I won't leave you for tea, I can take care of lunch, I went to the Forbidden City, and I will rush to eat." ”

Zhang Nan gave an eviction order: Fan can't make people grateful to Dade for the effort, it's so awkward.

"Mr. Zhang, then I'll treat you to a meal. ”

Hearing Weng Qianhui say this, Zhang Nan did not refuse.

But he still said: "Then don't be in the hotel, you find a place with a bit of Beijing flavor, it doesn't have to be too expensive, just make it simple." ”

If you invite yourself to eat in the hotel, first, it is expensive, and the people here see that the front desk of the meal is eating with customers, and the impact on Weng Qianhui will not be good in the future.

Even if he helped a passer-by by chance this time, Zhang Nan didn't have any other ideas. However, I am "50 years old", so I still have to think about it for other girls.

However, this will be a restaurant with the taste of the old capital, Weng Qianhui thinks about it, only "Quanjude" is of enough grade, and the others really can't be thought of at once.

Zhang Nan heard that it was "Quanjude", but he still gave it no: he didn't want to eat greasy things, although he also liked to eat roast duck very much.

"Go to Lao Mo, I haven't been there for many years. "It's not much more expensive than "Quanjude", since Weng Qianhui proposed to go to "Quanjude", Lao Mo should be able to eat a meal.

Lao Mo, Moscow restaurant in Beijing.

The favorite of the recalcitrant at the beginning.

Zhang Nan said that he had leaked his mouth, but Weng Qianhui didn't pay attention.

Weng Qianhui, as the front desk of the hotel, remembers Lao Mo's phone number: You have to book a table there now, otherwise you will probably have to queue up!

A phone call, good luck, and an empty two-seater.

Beijing Moscow Restaurant is a special Russian-style Western restaurant opened in 1954, with elegant architectural style, magnificent atmosphere, and full of strong Russian atmosphere.

The leaders of the older generation of countries have held many grand banquets here to receive important foreign guests: under the specific historical background conditions, Lao Mo has left an endless aftertaste for that generation with its gorgeous, noble and exotic cultural colors!

Today, more than 30 years later, Moscow restaurants still maintain their reputation for their unique style!

When he arrived at the place, Zhang Nan randomly ordered a few dishes without cream, and the staple food was one gram of sand, which is an oval-shaped white bread, which is a traditional Russian food.

Because the sand is baked in a hardwood oven, the shell is slightly charred and brittle, the inside is soft and delicious, and because it is fermented with hops, it has a unique botanical aroma.

Zhang Nan didn't choose Da Lieba, it had a slight sour taste, and I didn't like it.

I didn't eat much for a meal, and this would be more affordable for Lao Mo - of course, this is also for Zhang Nan.

He was not polite when paying the bill, since he said that it was a girl's treat, then the girl was a treat.

asked Weng Qianhui where he was going, and drove the person to the Friendship Hospital.

This time, the car didn't enter the hospital gate: since there was no idea, let this matter pass, just think of it as a small episode that I remembered many years later.

Zhang Nan is afraid of trouble, and being remembered for his favor is also a kind of trouble!

He drove back to the hotel, and Weng Qianhui went to his mother's ward to replace his younger brother who was on duty.

Talking about what happened today, Weng Yeming and his mother didn't know what to say.

Originally, I thought of all the messy things, but Mr. Zhang said that this meal and a few green-skinned melons would be done, and he also made it clear that the matter was over!

"During the meal, Mr. Zhang joked: Don't ask me who I am, please call me Lei Feng!"

When my mother heard this, she could only say, "This is really a good person! But we must not forget the kindness of others, you must find a way to get the address of that Mr. Zhang, and if you two have the ability in the future, you must repay this love!"

Mr. Zhang had checked in with a U.S. green card, but Mr. Weng had a way to get his approximate address in China: when he was on the phone in the living room of his room, Mr. Zhang spoke something that he could not understand, but it was obviously not a foreign language, but a southern dialect.

The hotel has a record of the number of the room outgoing call, and you can know it when you check it.

It was the only thing she could come up with.