On the return highway, Tan Wei drove the car steadily, and Lin Xiaolu sat in the co-pilot, muttering to her in a whisper.

After this incident, of course, there is no way to continue eating. Originally, Deng Zheng didn't plan to stay overnight, anyway, it was just a little more than an hour on the highway, but now that this happened, it was not good to leave immediately.

Fortunately, Lin Xiaolu saw it in time, and timely proposed that she wanted to go to Beihua with them for a day, and then go back to the company with Tan Wei the day after tomorrow. Deng Zheng and Tan Wei immediately agreed.

Father Lin didn't seem to be at ease when he saw that the two of them were still as close as ever, and his face was full of gloom and annoyance, which eased a little. Even so, I was still very upset, and took Deng Zheng's arm until I was sent to the highway intersection.

As soon as the wind blew, the wine surged up a little, Deng Zheng leaned lazily on the chair, and his mind kept swirling about the conversation with Vice President Zhao after he came out of the hotel.

"Thank you, Principal Zhao, for maintaining it just now. Deng Zheng's sentence actually has the meaning of exploration. Even if this Vice Principal Zhao is a good friend of Father Lin, in that situation just now, there is no reason to come forward again and again to support himself, after all, it is the first time to see him. Especially after beating that Lin Jiannan with his own hands, the truth is obviously no longer on his side, and he actually pulls the bias without hesitation.

"You're welcome. Mr. Humble is my uncle, and I often hear him talk about you. Say that you are young, have a solid shelf, and have a thick foundation. It is even more rare Yunwen Yunwu. I don't understand the text, but Wu, when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation. ”

Deng Zheng suddenly realized. Speaking of which, he is really close to Mr. Zhang Xuzhi, the permanent director of the National Wushu Association, and the only two live versions of "Serving the Country with Loyalty". One was to save the scene at the Wushu Academy Martial Arts Festival, and the other was to serve as a guest performer at the Jiangfo Martial Arts Festival. Mr. Xuzhi happened to be sitting on the rostrum. Therefore, it can be regarded as fate. The administrative affiliation problem of the Martial Arts Association, which made him very entangled at the beginning, was also solved by Mr. Xuzhi.

"Brother Zhao turned out to be Mr. Xuzhi's nephew. Disrespectful and disrespectful. ”

Deng Zheng follows the rules of the martial arts world. did a solid job from all over the world, but Vice President Zhao was startled, hurriedly returned the salute, and waved his hand again and again: "Don't dare, don't dare." Uncle Shi called you a 'little friend', making it clear that you are a peer, just call me Zhao Jin. Mr. Jin Liang, in fact, even if you don't look at the face of your uncle, I, Zhao Jin, will never let those babies offend you today!"

"Oh?"

"Before. The disciples of our martial arts school are very difficult to find employment after studying, except for bodyguards, security guards, and professional boxing, there are not many ways to go out, but in recent years, martial arts have been particularly prosperous, and it is becoming more and more prosperous, with high salaries, and martial arts associations to protect rights and interests. I don't read much, but I also know that whether it is the prosperity of martial arts or the preparation of the martial arts association. It's all thanks to you. Moreover, I heard from the teacher, you have a plan to cooperate with the martial arts school to open a professional training base for martial arts stars in the next step, which is really a great blessing for those of us who practice martial arts! In the current era of the decline of martial arts. It has opened up a Cotai Avenue for us that we have never imagined! Mr. Jin Liang, it's not just me, Zhao Jin, where are you going now. But wherever there is a martial arts school and a person who practices martial arts, he is an absolute guest!"

Deng Zheng was deeply moved. Except for a small part of the feelings. He writes martial arts and makes martial arts dramas in order to become famous and make money, and promotes the development of martial arts in order to make it more convenient to become famous and make money. The cooperation to open a martial arts star professional training base is to make money more conveniently and professionally, only the establishment of the martial arts association is a public welfare, but that is also because of a whim after Xia Xiaorui's injury, he just contributed some money and effort in the early stage, and he didn't care about it at all. But I didn't expect that it would affect so many people, and it was remembered by everyone all the time, first the loyal Xia Gang and Xia Xiaorui brothers and sisters, the inseparable Qi Ye and Qi Bao's master and apprentice, and then today's Vice Principal Zhao Jin......

He didn't speak for a while, and finally, he only patted Zhao Jin's arm, "Your martial arts school, what's your name?"

Zhao Jin was stunned for a moment, and then ecstatic: "Pengju." ”

……

There was enough heating in the car, and when I was about to squint, my phone rang, and when I picked it up, it was a message from that Song Yao:

"Two employees and a customer took a photo, and it was processed. "Xiao Shiyi Lang" is really good-looking. ”

"He's really a thorough, transparent character. Deng Zheng grunted, couldn't hold back the alcohol anymore, turned over and fell asleep.

A few minutes later, Lin Xiaolu, who found him asleep, gestured at Tan Wei a few times, then unbuckled his seat belt, relied on his slender and slender waist and flexible waist, climbed from the gap between the driver's seat and the co-pilot to the back row, picked up Deng Zheng's head and pillowed it on his lap, took off his coat and coat, and covered him.

Tan Wei watched all this through the rearview mirror in the car, smiled, and didn't say anything.

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"What, you and that Deng Zheng are classmates, and you have ever sat at the same table?!Bragging rights, why didn't that person have you at all just now?"

In the box of "Langya Hall", the remaining few drinking friends accompanied Lin Jianan, who suffered a loss, to drink alcohol. One of them, a freckled boy in his early twenties, endured it for a while, and suddenly said that he was Deng Zheng's classmate, which immediately attracted complaints and questions.

"Don't believe it, I studied at my aunt's house in Beihua City in high school, which is Beihua No. 2 Middle School, which is the same school as Deng Zheng. His father was a Chinese teacher and taught me. As for why I didn't say hello, there were so many people just now, and I was standing straight behind again, maybe they didn't see me, right?"

"Phew, Sun Qing, you kid really knows how to give yourself face! Who are you now, a well-known writer who is a brother and sister to Song Yao and Song, why do you want to know you and take care of you? Do you expect to eat the red apples in your orchard in the middle of the mountain, or do you dream of fishing for those big carp in your pond?"

"That's it! Shao JB blows, if there is such an awesome classmate, people don't recognize you, you won't take the initiative to go up and call him?!"

The crowd laughed. Lin Jianan, who had been pale and drank with his head down, raised his eyes and glanced at Sun Qing, "It's really your classmate?"

"My sophomore in high school also sat at the same table for a semester. Sun Qing, who was ruthlessly dug out by everyone's words and had low self-esteem when he faced Deng Zheng, picked up the wine bottle and poured a full glass, tilted his neck and poured it down, and the straight tears came out, and he sniffed and said: "He studied very well at that time, and was always in the top three of the grade, but to be honest, the composition level was really good, very similar to his personality at that time, decent, dogmatic and rigid, and many times the score was not as high as mine! And it's actually a fantasy martial arts novel! I still can't believe it's true......

Lin Jiannan quickly caught the hidden meaning of his words, his expression moved, he leaned over, and poured him another glass: "Why can't you believe in the Fa?"

Sun Qing was emotionally at this time, and his neck was clean again, and he said without reservation: "Deng Zheng is a person who likes to read books very much and has a wide range of knowledge, so his composition is not poor in basic skills and insufficient vocabulary, in my uncle's words, it is a stereotypical and moderate personality and conformism, which leads to a lack of talent and aura in writing." ”

"Your uncle?"

"My uncle used to play in the literature club with Deng Zheng's father when he was young, and they were all literature enthusiasts. After Deng Zheng wrote "Ping's Tracer Film" and became famous, I told my uncle that he was my tablemate or the son of Mr. Deng Hai, and my uncle was very surprised. Because when I was studying at my aunt's house and sharing the table with Deng Zheng, my uncle heard that he was the child of an old friend, and he deliberately read a lot of Deng Zheng's essays, and felt that it was too mediocre and unruly, and there was no ...... at all There was no unbridled aura, yes, that's what my uncle said at the time. It was also concluded that Deng Zheng would not have any future in literature. So he has always been very incomprehensible about this matter, and he used to doubt ......"

Lin Jianan's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Sun Qing's hand: "What do you suspect?"

Sun Qing burped violently, and if he had hidden it in his heart for a long time, he came out with the smell of wine: "When Deng Zheng's "Shooting the Condor" was on fire, there was a New Year's drink, and everyone chatted, and my uncle was still angry, I was sitting next to him, and I heard him seem to be muttering: Deng Hai, Deng Hai, others can't see it, I can't see it, I can't see it? I don't believe that your son can write such a book, or at such an age! Actually, it's you, an old boy, who made it a big hit, so that your baby son can take it out and become popular, right?"

Lin Jiannan was stunned like a clay sculpture.

Next to him, Sun Qing, who had completely said hi, was still afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so he smiled and said: "Brother, you don't know, in fact, Mr. Deng Hai is a senior literature lover, and he teaches Chinese, and his level is just right. Hehe, I can't think of it......" (To be continued......