During the New Year, it was rare to have leisure, and the tavern opened early, because it was the New Year, and half price was given to the regular customers who came.

Meng Liangren and Pan Tao each took some gifts over, just as they were visiting a friend's house, the proprietress didn't see Meng Liangren for a long time, she was surprised and delighted, looked at him and smiled: "The young man has grown taller, the more he looks at it, the more handsome he becomes." ”

Meng Liangren said with a smile: "Give you a New Year's greeting, and have a meal by the way." ”

The proprietress smiled heartily: "Ha, what's this, good luck for the New Year, good luck for the New Year." He looked at Yang Ning behind him: "This one is also with you?" Sit here. ”

After a while, a young man who looked about the same age as Meng Liangren came out of the back kitchen, carrying a few dishes and placing them on the table, the proprietress smiled and said: "These three dishes are made by my father, but this one is made by my son, he is now learning the craft with his grandfather, you can taste it, it doesn't count as money." ”

The young master was a little naïve, smiled at Meng Liangren and the others, wiped the thin sweat from the steam, and turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Meng Liangren stayed at home until the sixth day of junior high school, and then left to return to Wanxi.

Fang Hong gradually asked him about the flight and made a special trip to pick him up. When I went back to talk to him in the car, the phone rang once, and he picked it up and looked at it, and pressed it off.

I didn't want to go back to the villa, so I opened the door, and an old man sat on the sofa, his beard shaking with anger, staring at the door.

In addition to the old man, there was also a middle-aged woman in a nurse's uniform in the living room, standing behind the old man, a middle-aged man with a round face, and a girl who didn't look older than Meng Liang, sitting and standing beside him.

The old man did not speak, and the others did not dare to speak.

This posture is like three sessions.

No matter how Fang Hong calculated, he didn't expect his old man to come to this trick coldly, so he had to sigh lightly and said, "Father." ”

The old man was huffing, and he seemed to be puffing at all times: "Hmph, you still think I am your father?" ”

Fang Hong gradually took half a step forward quietly, and said, "You can just talk about something at home, why bother to run it yourself." ”

Meng Liangren saw that this was a family matter of the Fang family, and planned to walk away secretly, but was stared at by the old man and said, "You, what's your name?" ”

Meng Liangren had to stand still and said, "My name is Meng Liangren." ”

"Meng?" The old man raised his chin, "What do you have to do with Meng Ting?" ”

Meng Liangren said, "That's my father. ”

The old man's beard curled up again, and raised a pair of white eyebrows.

Fang Hong gradually said to Meng Liangren, "You go back to the room first." ”

Meng Liangren nodded, turned around and went upstairs.

After he left, the old man said in a deep voice: "How long do you want my Hongsheng's grandson to stay in the hands of his surname Meng?" ”

Fang Hong gradually said: "You can recognize it at a glance." ”

Fang Hongsheng thought of Meng Liangren's eyebrows and the five or six images of his wife in his memory, and his eyebrows were rarely stretched, although they were still not kind, but they were finally not so annoying.

"If you refuse to marry the woman I arranged for you, let this kid call me grandfather, which is considered to be worth it."

Which one is this to be worthwhile, Fang Hong gradually said helplessly: "Father, this kid has a stubborn temper, I don't want to force him." ”

Fang Hongsheng said: "What? Having a son, and your heart is soft? ”

Fang Hong gradually smiled and said, "You're right, I only have this one son, so I don't want him to have a dislike with me." A few years ago, you were worried about the heir, but now it's settled, since I'm not in a hurry, why bother? ”

The round-faced middle-aged man also followed: "Yes, Dad, this matter is not in a hurry, besides, you still have Chu Ying and Chu Yu." ”

Fang Hongsheng's gaze swept over the girl who was standing quietly on the side with her head down, "um", got up on crutches, and gradually told Fang Hong: "Your son, you can't be surnamed Meng for the rest of your life, you think of a name for him." Meng Liangren. He read it, very displeased, "like a girl." ”

None of these Meng Liang people heard it, or he didn't have the intention to snoop at all, and he couldn't imagine that the topic they were discussing was him.

School is almost starting year, and it's time to make an appointment with the advertising director.

Fang Hongjian knew about this, although he was dissatisfied with Zhang Qing hooking the child to do this, but Meng Liangren was willing, so he didn't stop it.

Meng Liangren originally thought that Zhang Qing, the director he longed for, should be a middle-aged man with a beard and a vest and a cigarette, but Zhang Qing couldn't stand up with a smile when he heard his description: "Mengmeng, you are so cute." ”

Meng Liangren said: "...... Don't call me Mengmeng. ”

When I met, I found that it was a young man under thirty, the corners of his eyes were slightly hooked, and he always looked like he was not smiling.

This Director Su is a distracted artist at first glance, when he came out to eat, he really didn't say a word, a table full of eight dishes, he was swept by himself, and he swept cleanly.

Meng Liangren looked at it and couldn't help but touch his stomach, but fortunately he ate some of the bottom before coming out.

Waiting for the last piece of meat to be eaten, Director Su wiped his mouth and said: "At nine o'clock in the morning on the fifth day of next month, in the performance hall on the eleventh floor of Guangdu Building, you can arrive on time and report your name to the assistant." Got it? ”

Meng Liangren: "...... I see. ”

Even if this matter was negotiated, Su Yu ate the food in the clean bowl, packed a bowl of mushroom broth, a bowl of fried chicken, and waved his sleeves to leave.

Meng Liangren watched him leave, and let the waiter come in and order two dishes again. I have redefined the word "director" in my heart.

When the school year was about to start and the boarding students returned to school, Cong Rong called Meng Liangren after arriving at the school, mentioning his uncle's family: "They are very good to me, probably I didn't come to my mother's funeral back then, and I feel guilty in my heart." ”

Meng Liangren didn't seem to have suffered a loss when he heard him, so he said: "Just get by on face, but don't take advantage of others." ”

Cong Rong smiled: "No." "There are so many friends and relatives in their family, and when they almost starved to death on the streets, only the Meng family still remembered to help them, and this kindness has never been surpassed since his mother died.

There were still a few months before the start of filming of the advertisement, and Zhang Qing took the time to tell Meng Liangren some introductory things to know about acting, such as moving and breaking sentences, and let him practice by himself. Coupled with school homework, Meng Liangren's time was full.

At this time, Ye Hui also returned to school.

The nobles were busy, and Meng Liangren didn't see him until a week after the start of school.

Ye Hui caught a cold. When Meng Liangren came to the door of his house, he opened the door with a spare key, changed his shoes and walked to the bedroom to see that it was not a mess, and there was a medicine that had just been soaked and was steaming at the head of the bed.

Ye Hui is a person who has experienced a major car accident, so even if it is a small cold, he must be more careful than others. Meng Liangren saw that his complexion was acceptable, and he also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your nanny has to increase her salary." ”

Ye Hui raised his eyes and looked at him and said, "The nanny asked for leave to go home two days ago. ”

Meng Liangren was surprised: "Then who took care of you?" ”

Ye Hui said angrily: "Can't I take care of myself? ”

Meng Liangren didn't believe him, if he wanted to say that Ye Hui was outside, he would be fine with everything, but in himself, if no one paid attention to him, he would be as bad as he could.

"The medicine is about to be drunk, and if it is cold, it will have no effect."

Ye Hui scoffed: "Nonsense." ”

Sick people are always squeamish, Meng Liangren was patient, and explained to him in a good voice: "How is this nonsense, drink the medicine hot, warm your stomach, you will get better quickly, cool it cold, you still have to use your stomach to warm it, why not get sick?" Then again, who gave you the medicine? ”

Ye Hui said: "Myself." ”

Meng Liangren said: "You can get me, this medicine is just brewed, and eighty percent of the people haven't left yet, so I'll wait." ”

As soon as his words fell, there was the sound of the key opening the door in the living room, and Meng Liangren stood up and faced the young man who walked to the door of the bedroom with a convenience bag.

Both of them were stunned, and the other smiled embarrassedly: "Little brother, hello." ”

Meng Liangren's forehead jumped and said: "My name is Meng Liangren, you are ......" Ye Hui asked him to pick up the person who lived downstairs a few years ago.

He didn't remember his name, so the man stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Honan." ”

Meng Liangren glanced at Ye Hui, who was leaning against the head of the bed and looking at it with a stack of papers, as if he was unaware of the meeting between the two.

He also stretched out his hand, shook his hand and said, "Hello." ”

Then he sat on the side, watching He Nan beckon Ye Hui to drink the medicine clean, feeling that he was probably redundant, so he simply left quietly while people were not paying attention.

The cold wind of early spring was still blowing on the street, and Meng Liangren shivered, and he didn't know where to go for a while.

He had a few girlfriends in his last life, beautiful, gentle, and squeamish, he was Meng Sishao, even if he ate, drank and had fun, he spent all the family's money, and some girls were willing to post it.

After being reborn, I never thought about this kind of thing again, perhaps because I was tired of the sweet and greasy interactions between men and women, but also because my mind was focused on other things.

Ye Hui's illness was fortunately taken care of, and it got better in less than three days, and the family didn't notice it, so they didn't have to worry.

Meng Liangren sat in his house, saw the coat on the sofa that obviously did not belong to Ye Hui, and asked, "This He Nan...... How do you arrange it? ”

Ye Hui said: "I plan to open a company and ask him to be a technician." ”

Meng Liangren pondered: "You said that he majored in software engineering? ”

"Hmm. It's a very small game outsourcing company, and it's almost full of people. Ye Hui thought for a while, "I just haven't thought of a name yet." ”

Meng Liangren said: "How about calling it 'Nineteenth Floor'?" ”

Ye Hui was rarely surprised: "How do you know that the office area is on the nineteenth floor?" ”

Meng Liangren was also stunned, of course he didn't know, but he suddenly blurted out.

Ye Hui smiled interestingly and said, "Since that's the case, let's call it 'Nineteenth Floor'." ”

So half a month later, the first company under Ye Hui was born. On the first day of work, Meng Liangren also went to visit, there were not many employees, they were all young people of twenty-five or sixteen years old, full of hope for the future.

The three big characters "Nineteenth Floor" inlaid on the wall are written with strong bones and muscles, as if to indicate the vitality of this small studio.