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The name of a man, the shadow of a tree. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Pu family in Jiangjie City really lives up to its name, and the scale of the villa is not smaller than Yao Chengsi's house at all, but it is more magnificent. These nouveau riche do not have any background, when decorating the villa, they only know to use the most expensive decoration materials, but they only ignore the overall taste of the interior furnishings, so that the banquet hall is an ancient European style, on both sides of the corridor, but there are freehand landscape paintings of China, and occasionally in a room, there are also abstract artworks of African indigenous tribes, plus the ubiquitous portraits of the leaders of the Southern Dynasties, which looks very nondescript.

Fortunately, Lingyang's aesthetics are not very clever, just looking at the flowers, as if walking into the International Exhibition Hall, probing his brain to admire it, and shuttling through the labyrinthine corridor for ten minutes, only then under the guidance of the guards, he came to the small banquet room where Park Jung-hee entertained his friends.

Park Jung-hee deliberately dressed up today, wearing a light purple bubble skirt, tied a matching ribbon bow of the same color on her head, pulled her long hair back and draped it over her shoulders, although she still didn't use powder, but it was difficult to hide the youthful and intoxicating girlish atmosphere, which looked very lively and cute.

Park Jung-hee was chatting happily with his friends, and when he saw Ling Yang's figure, his face was obviously full of excitement and surprise, and he stepped on small broken steps and ran over quickly.

Ling Yang stuffed the shoe box in his hand to Park Jung-hee: "Oh, a gift for you, happy birthday!" ”

Ling Yang saw that Park Jung-hee had a strand of disobedient hair that slipped out of the butterfly-shaped hairpin and hung down right in front of his smooth forehead, so he picked up the strand of hair that was jumping off and gently pulled it behind Park Jung-hee's ear, and the action was very natural.

The focus of the banquet was Park Jung-hee, and everyone's eyes were always on Park Jung-hee. Park Jung-hee's friends almost all know about her marriage contract with Li Yijun, and seeing Ling Yang's free and intimate behavior at this time, they all set their eyes on Li Yijun, and their intertwined eyes are very complicated, some are sympathetic, some are pity, and of course schadenfreude is indispensable.

When Park Jung-hee saw Ling Yang, she was immediately overjoyed, not noticing the strange eyes of others, she picked up the huge shoebox like a little girl, and said happily: "Thank you for the gift, it looks very light when you take it, what is inside, is it a doll?" ”

Li Yijun finally couldn't bear everyone's gaze, walked over with a gloomy face, looked at the box in Park Zhenxi's hand with disdain, and said coldly: "This poor boy, can you afford to buy a beautiful doll in a big shopping mall, I think eighty percent of it is a rag from the stall, Zhenxi, you be careful, there may be a lot of bacteria on it, don't get your fingers cut, so as not to get infected ......"

Park Jung-hee wrinkled her nose, as if she was very dissatisfied with Li Yijun's words, and it was not good to embarrass Li Yijun on the spot, so she just snorted slightly and wanted to open the gift on the spot.

Park Jung-hee knew that Lingyang's "family was poor", and he knew that Lingyang could not afford too expensive gifts, but he had already secretly made up his mind, even if the box contained a used rag, Park Jung-hee would show joy and immediately use it as a beautiful scarf.

What made Park Jung-hee more depressed was that Ling Yang didn't know where to find a hemp rope, and the skill of tying the bow was not very skillful, and it had already been tied into a dead knot.

Ling Yang couldn't, so he had to help Park Zhenxi with his work, the two of them fiddled for a long time, but they couldn't untie the dead knot, and finally Ling Yang finally lost his patience, opened his mouth and gnawed on the box, and bit off the hemp rope with his teeth, but he was already tired and sweaty, and his teeth and tongue began to ache faintly.

Ling Yang spit out the rope in his mouth, and suddenly felt a strange smell of urine on the tip of his tongue, which gradually spread on his taste buds. Ling Yang pondered for a long time, and then suddenly remembered that the hemp rope seemed to be used to tie the trash cans in the dormitory, and when Ling Yang got up at night, he didn't want to run to the public toilet at the other end of the corridor, and pouted in the trash can more than once, no wonder there was a smell of urine on the hemp rope.

Thinking of this, Ling Yang's eyes were green, and he almost vomited on the spot, but in order to avoid being embarrassed, he still endured it stubbornly, and greeted Zhang Hua with a painful expression: "Sister, can you pour a glass of soju for my brother?" Brother wants to disinfect ......"

Park Jung-hee opened the box and saw a thin and worn-out book, lying quietly at the bottom of the box, the expression on his face was stunned, and he glanced at Ling Yang with resentment, obviously knowing the French on it.

Ling Yang was rinsing his mouth with the soju handed over by the chapter painting, and when he saw Park Jung-hee throwing an "affectionate" glance at him, he thought that Park Jung-hee was too surprised, which caused his facial muscles to stiffen, so he proudly showed off: "How is it, isn't it a surprise?" A literary and artistic young man like Brother, who is full of romantic cells, must give you a great gift that has never been seen before or since. Don't look at this thing as old, in fact, it's full of historical precipitation, do you see the smooth French on the cover? I guess Alexandre Dumas wrote it by hand. As for this collection of poems, let's not talk about whether it is priceless or not, just if I take it to the National Museum of France, their owners have to bow to me three times and bow nine times to thank me, and exchange gratitude with tears......"

Ling Yang boasted endlessly, but a trace of panic clearly flashed in Park Jung-hee's eyes, and he hurriedly stuffed the "poetry collection" back into the box: "I like this poem very much, poetry collection, I like it very much, I like it very much, I like it very much......"

Li Yijun is good at observing words and feelings, and seeing that Park Jung-hee's face is not right, he snatched the poetry collection over, took it in his hand and flipped through a few pages, suddenly laughed, shook off the book in his hand, and showed off among the guests: "Everyone take a look, and they all appreciate it, this poetry collection inscribed by Alexandre Dumas is really extraordinary, extraordinary, hahahaha!" ”

Ling Yangming knew that Li Yijun would not be so kind, and a bad feeling rose in his heart, and asked Park Jung-hee softly: "What, is there anything wrong with this poetry collection?" ”

Park Jung-hee puffed out his mouth, sighed for a while, and said quietly: "Qian Duoduo, aren't you really making fun of me?" ”

Ling Yang licked his lips: "Why should I make fun of you for such a big event as your birthday?" I was under a friend's bed and stumbled upon this book of French poetry. ”

Seeing that Ling Yang's sincere expression did not seem to be fake, Park Jung-hee obviously became happy again: "It's good that you didn't mean to bully me!" What you just gave me is not a collection of poems, but an instruction manual for a French Chanel brand bag. ”

Speaking of this, Park Jung-hee smiled at Ling Yang: "But no matter what it is, as long as you give it to me, I like it!" ”