I stood at the train station for half an hour.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the noise in the group, as if he was in a different world.

Hong Xinshu left, although he had known it for a long time, but for some reason he still felt a little sudden, just like this child suddenly broke into his world, and he was inexplicably poured a cup of Dashabi as suddenly...

The interesting part of life is also here.

Some relatives and friends suddenly cut off contact, and some suddenly became friends inexplicably.

On weekdays, they laugh and laugh and hurt each other, but when people are really gone, they immediately miss each other, and I don't know if they will have a sense of naturalness between each other when they meet again in two years.

What Hong Xinshu said before holding the sheep at the train station is true.

No one can say what will happen in two years, what changes will occur, there is no need to force it, everything is as it is.

This kid... Now I have this kind of realization.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the old history, maybe Hong Xinshu's parents should be grateful to him, not themselves.

Shi Jin is a little uncomfortable now, although he pretends not to be uncomfortable, but in fact, from the opening of the music scene to the present, he and Hong Xinshu have stayed here the longest.

There is a big age gap between the two people, Lao Shi loves Shenkan, and he will always say some insights that he can only have at his age, Hong Xinshu has listened to more, and he is naturally more mature than before.

"Okay, okay, let's go. ”

Zhang Xiaojian, who could feel the delicate atmosphere, shouted.

Bai Yang said: "If you don't want to drink some more, why am I a little upset in my heart?"

Lao Shi reconsidered: "Walking." ”

So a group of people got on the business car and found an authentic barbecue restaurant in Jiangcheng to drink, and the wine table always mentioned Hong Xinshu from time to time... If people who don't know are standing next to them and hearing all the content of their chat, eighty percent will think that Hong Xinshu is a person who died young...

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This night is the most ordinary night for most people living in Jiangcheng.

The moon is about the same, the temperature is about the same, the meal is about the same, the drama is watching, life is as plain as water, and the mechanical tomorrow will be about the same day.

Lao Wang took Zhang Keying back to his almost bright house, turned on the almost bright light, and then everything in front of him made him feel much worse than the imperial capital.

It's a lot worse...

Old-fashioned folding dining table with a large piece of veneer that has fallen off.

The moldy place in the corner of the wall spread after half a year and became a large area.

The sheets on the sofa were already covered with dust, and the TV he bought when he got married was not called LCD but called the back I didn't know if it could be lit.

"Enter. Lao Wang frowned, feeling a little embarrassed, and immediately said, "Or, I'll open a room for you at night." ”

Big star Zhang Keying took off the sunglasses that she was still wearing even at night, looked at the old house in front of her and smiled: "No, it's here." ”

It's just that as soon as these words came out, she felt as if she was a little too much... So he added: "It's inconvenient for me to go out, in case I get discovered, it's troublesome." ”

Lao Wang nodded, then put down the simple bags he was carrying and some food and drink bought at the convenience store downstairs, and opened the refrigerator. So he frowned again.

The old-fashioned refrigerator was not air-cooled, and although it was emptied when he left, leaving only some drinks and beer, there was still a bad smell of food residue when he opened it, so he closed the refrigerator door and did not put the things he had bought.

Here, Zhang Keying was neat, took off her coat, picked up a broom and began to sweep the floor, Lao Wang was stunned when he looked at this scene, and secretly sighed how he could be, and then immediately reached out to help.

Decluttering your room may seem simple, but in reality... It's a very trivial job.

If the people who tidy up can get by, it may not take long, and Lao Wang and Zhang Keying are obviously people who can't get by, so it is a waste of time to clean up the corners.

Finally, the old house was finally tidy, and the two of them were hungry.

So I made another home-cooked dinner.

In the end, two dishes and one soup were served, Lao Wang and Zhang Keying sat down, and ate a big bowl of white rice by themselves, and after eating, they all leaned on the back of the chair with satisfaction, lazily and didn't want to speak.

I don't know how long it took like this, Lao Wang looked at Zhang Keying and said with a smile: "I'll show you something interesting." ”

"What's that?"

Lao Wang didn't answer, but mysteriously went into the narrow balcony of his house, and took out a yellowed roll of cardboard in the pile of old things and rags.

"What is this?"

Zhang Keying's eyes widened, Lao Wang laid out the hard material, and an old poster came into view.

The person printed on the poster is Zhang Keying, she seems to be singing, holding a microphone, her hairstyle is washing, cutting and blowing, and she has big black eyeliner, which is really spicy eyes...

Zhang Keying rolled her eyes: "So you were my fan many years ago?"

Lao Wang coughed dryly, actually... He didn't like Zhang Keying in those years, and he only began to like watching her TV series in the last two years.

How is this question answered now?

Do you want to learn a little sword... If it were Xiaojian, he would have said, "Yes, both in the past and now, I like it..."

No, it's disgusting, so Lao Wang learned another trick from Zhang Xiaojian: "The moon is really round tonight." ”

Zhang Keying smiled, rolled up the poster again, and said, "Give me this, I like it." ”

Old Wang Muna nodded: "Okay." ”

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As if Hong Xinshu's departure was equivalent to a funeral, the wine party that remembered Hong Xinshu for a night finally ended.

A business car sent Zhang Xiaojian home, took out the key, opened the gate, and after entering the small courtyard, Zhang Xiaojian saw that the lights in the small villa were still on.

Zhang Xiaojian sighed, knowing that the second aunt who knew that he would come back to live was waiting for him again.

Sure enough, I gently pushed open the door and changed into slippers to see my second aunt dozing off on the sofa, and soap operas were still playing on the TV... The agitated quarrels and family disputes inside are like a lullaby.

But even though Zhang Xiaojian had tried his best not to make any sound, the second aunt still woke up, glanced at Zhang Xiaojian in a daze and said, "It's back." ”

Saying that, she stood up and sniffed again, and said, "Let's drink, I already know that there is porridge and side dishes on the table, warm the stomach, and then sleep after eating, I can't do it, I'll go upstairs first." ”

Zhang Xiaojian: "Oh" and watched the second aunt go upstairs.

Sitting at the dining table, opening the buckled lid of the pot, he drank a sip of warm porridge, and still didn't understand why the mother had to stay up late and wait for the child to come back, and after coming back, he didn't say a word and went upstairs to sleep...

Ay... Okay, Zhang Xiaojian drank another spoonful of porridge, and the mobile phone rang.

When he opened it, his pupils began to dilate.

Looking at the long list of words in front of him, he really didn't know how to reply.

- Hello Xiaojian, I am Zhao Fang, Wang Quan's ex-wife, I'm sorry to take the liberty of bothering, but because of my daughter's matter, I want to know his specific situation from the side, I heard that you are his boss, and I don't know if you are in Jiangcheng, if you are here, I think you can have a meal if it is convenient....

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