The front door is full of Jude.

"I've saved more than 400 yuan, and when I find a thousand, I'll bring them to the capital and ...... them well."

Liang Yonghe wiped his tears and said to Li Xian with a forced smile. But looking at the photos on the table, my lips trembled, and tears instantly came down again.

After crying enough, Liang Yonghe picked up the wine glass and saluted the posthumous photo on the table: "Dad, mother." This is Quanjude roast duck and Moutai wine, which can only be eaten and drunk by leaders. If you know what to do, you can enjoy it more, your son is not filial, and he didn't let you watch and taste it when you were alive, woo......"

The private room next to it seems to be a birthday, and Sun Nan and Di have a big table, and they just raised their wine glasses to the old man sitting in the main seat, and they were speechless by this crying.

Seeing this, Li Xian hurriedly hugged the table and apologized, and then raised and patted Liang Yonghe on the shoulder.

Seeing Liang Yonghe staring at the good roast duck with tears in his eyes, he couldn't think of what expression he should make at this moment, and say something to comfort.

Liang's father and Liang's mother died in an accident.

When the land was spinning in April, the old couple overturned on the slope when they drove a four-wheeled vehicle to the ground early in the morning. I couldn't dodge and was crushed underneath. When the nearby people who were working in the field found out, the two of them were gone, and the people were like blood gourds.

This kind of thing often happens in rural areas, the chassis of the four-wheeled vehicle is high, the center of gravity is high, and the shock absorption is also poor, which is extremely easy to overturn. In addition, the machine farming road of the forest farm is like a slide when the snow melts every April, and people on the other side of the house are killed and injured almost every year because of this accident.

It's just that Liang Yonghe never expected that this kind of thing would be his parents' turn.

After being silent for a moment, Li Xian sighed, and Liang Yonghe, who had swallowed half a bottle of Moutai before he could finish the dishes, took a bite of food.

In the private room next to him, a grandson of the old birthday star just broke the embarrassment, raised his wine glass and said, "Every year has today, every year has today" has not finished speaking, looking at the oily roast duck spring cake sauce and green onion flowers in the bowl, and then looking at the portrait on the table, Liang Yonghe cried again.

"When I got the call from the forest farm, I thought it must be a nightmare. Later, the leader asked me to go home and have a look, until I saw my father and my mother lying there, and the people ...... I'm just gone...... Know...... I know that I don't have a father or a mother all of a sudden. Xianzi, why do you say that this person is gone? Ah? You say, why is it gone? Woo......"

The table couldn't stand it anymore.

As soon as several children and grandchildren slapped the table, they directly surrounded Li Xian's table.

"Damn, you're sincere, aren't you? What's the howl of the night?

"Fuck! This fucking knows that it's Quanjude, I don't know why I think it's the Crane Year Hall at the mouth of the vegetable market!"

The people of Beijing pay attention to decency, and swear people rarely with dirty words. Caishikou is the place where the old capital beheaded the condemned prisoner, and the Crane Year Hall is a pharmacy on the edge of the Caishikou, and it is rumored that it is often haunted at night to throw stab wound medicine. So the Caishikou Crane Year Hall appeared with his mother, that is, old Beijing was really angry.

Before the waiter who came in a hurry could persuade him to make peace, Liang Yonghe stood up from his chair with a bang and directly picked up the bottle on the table.

"Seven inches! Don't be impulsive!" Li Xian saw this posture and hurriedly pulled it down, "Yonghe, Yonghe, don't ......"

He thought that Liang Yonghe, an honest man, wanted to fight and vent under his excitement, but he didn't think about it, Liang Yonghe bowed deeply directly to the group of angry diners.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, I'm sorry. ”

Seeing this, the waiter who came to persuade peace breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, when Liang Yonghe entered the door just now, the shopkeeper felt inappropriate, but there was no way, the guests couldn't rush out when they came. It's good that the person who booked the private room next to me that morning came, and it was actually a birthday celebration. At this time, there is no place for the store to be arranged.

The other party is not an unreasonable person, seeing Liang Yonghe admit his mistake, seeing the posthumous photo on the table, and then listening to Li Xian next to him saying that he wanted to settle the bill, the family didn't care, and waved his hand directly, asking Liang Yonghe to change places.

Which Cheng thought, Liang Yonghe, who had drunk too much under the grief, walked directly to the box and wanted to toast the old man to make amends.

"Old man, I wish you a long and healthy life. I envy your sons and daughters, really! They still have the opportunity to fulfill their filial piety. You're getting older, so you're getting better. People are too fragile, I can't say when, when they will be gone! Tell them what you want to eat, drink whatever you want, don't be like my parents, who have suffered all their lives, and don't want to find any blessings...... Woo......"

"Whew!"

Under the faces of the children and grandchildren, the old man in the private room, who was already in his last years, had a crooked mouth, and he also cried out with a whimper.

……

After being thrown out of Quanjude, Liang Yonghe was already drunk and unconscious.

Li Xian had no choice but to take the posthumous photo, carry it, and return to the hotel to serve for a night.

For men, there are roughly three sad things: missing a love that can be grasped by reaching out and regretting it for half a life. When he was young, he set great ambitions, but in the end he achieved nothing. Then there is the son who wants to raise but the parent is not there.

Looking at Liang Yonghe, who was still crying in his dream on the bed, Li Xian silently lit a cigarette.

Thinking that the matter of sanitary napkins will stabilize this time, I will go back to Bangye to stay for a while. Now that the house is about to be repaired and the weather is warm, take Li Daoyun, Li You, Zou Ni and Wu Shengli over to stay for a few more days.

And then there'...... If you have nothing to do, you can fix Li Pi's stinky problem, and you have to change it.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Li Xian wanted to accompany Liang Yonghe, who was silent after waking up, but he didn't expect CCTV to call, saying that the advertising case had been decided, and asked him to go over to see if it was okay.

There was no way, Li Xian had to take care of the hotel and rushed to the CCTV advertising department.

This time he was a young man, and Li Xian politely saluted his cigarette before picking up the thin plan.

originally thought that CCTV would produce it, even if the level is not high, but it will not be too ambiguous. But when he looked at the infinitely similar advertising plan that resembled the style of "urgent syrup", the concept of authority and professionalism was subverted in an instant.

Seeing that Li Xian frowned and didn't speak, the young man asked, "Is it okay?"

Li Xianxin said okay, uncle!

The production fee of 100,000 yuan is to be dealt with by your father like this?

"I think this ad could be a little more distracting. What I wanted was to reflect the fast-absorbing performance of our sanitary napkins and the care of menstruating women with the new wings. ”

"Mr. Li, your ad can be five seconds long. Hearing that Li Xian was not very satisfied with this advertising case, Xiao Young was a little displeased, clicked the contract on the table, and said, "Five-second advertisement, you still want to make flowers?"

Li Xian didn't sleep well last night, and because of Liang Yonghe's tragic experience, his heart was already blocked. Now looking at the other party's attitude, there is a nameless fire in my heart.

What's wrong with five-second ads?

Five-second advertising Lao Tzu has to spend 750,000 yuan a month, and three months is 2 million!

Two million is enough for Nima Liang Yonghe to take his parents to play in the capital for ten years!

He stood up from his chair with a thud, "100,000 yuan for the production fee, you don't make me flowers, but you can make me this kind of force?

"Hey?" Seeing Li Xian's outburst, the young man was stunned for a moment, and he also lost his temper: "Hey, fuck, the face is also made for you, are you still disgusted? What are you doing? A morning advertisement, you really fucking use yourself as a corner, right? You can also pull people on the street with your feet, and the words are here for you, we are at this level, do you like to do it or not!"

At this time, the CCTV building was not the later big cotton pants.

The facilities and rooms inside are still old-fashioned, and the door of this reception room is also generally soundproofed.

Just as the two were spraying each other in the house, outside the door, a middle-aged woman in her forties with short hair happened to walk to the door.

Hearing the noise inside, his brow furrowed.