Su Xiaolou usually doesn't talk much, and he listens to Zhang Yu's chatter all the way. But he's thinking about what to do next, and he's gone.

"Su Xiaolou." A crisp female voice.

Zhang Yu and Su Xiaolou turned around at the same time, and it was Xie Yuan who trotted up to follow.

"Hey, Xie Yuan!" Zhang Yuxian greeted nervously.

Xie Yuan nodded lightly, and in Zhang Yu's jealous eyes, he walked to Su Xiaolou's side.

Seeing that she wanted to speak and stopped, Su Xiaolou asked, "Xie Yuan, is there something wrong?" ”

She hesitated for a long time before she said, "It's my birthday next Wednesday, can you come?" ”

But he was a little uneasy, as if he was afraid that he would refuse.

Before Su Xiaolou could say anything, Zhang Yu frowned and hurriedly said, "I will definitely come." Don't worry, we'll go. ”

Su Xiaolou rolled his eyes, this guy is still going to us. Shen lowered his face and glanced at him fiercely, probably seeing that Su Xiaolou was a little unhappy, Zhang Yu shut his mouth stupidly.

Only then did he change his expression and said very apologetically: "I'm very sorry, there is something in my house next Wednesday."

Xie Yuan hurriedly waved his hand and said hurriedly: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

But that loss was written on his face.

At this time, a warrior off-road vehicle with a military license plate stopped on the side of the road, and a man stuck out of the window, and his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Xie Yuan.

"Xie Yuan." The man shouted.

Xie Yuan turned his head and glanced at it, and said apologetically: "My brother came to pick me up, goodbye!" ”

Su Xiaolou said politely: "Goodbye." ”

Xie Yuan walked over, and turned his head to look at him halfway, maybe he still hoped that he could come to her birthday party, but it was still that breezy face.

The warrior military vehicle galloped and disappeared at the end of the road, and Su Xiaolou was thoughtful.

Zhang Yu was still stupid and stupid, Su Xiaolou slapped him, and when he saw that he didn't show up, he got angry: "Everyone is gone, what else do you want to see." ”

Zhang Yu smiled embarrassedly, but immediately lowered his face: "Why did you refuse Xie Yuan just now?" ”

"Didn't you say it, there's something going on at home."

"Just blow it."

"Yo, I'm still angry. I refused, and you didn't. You can go if you want to, and I didn't pull you. ”

"You...... Hmph, Xie Yuan didn't invite me again. ”

……

With the memory of a few days, Su Xiaolou slowly remembered many things in high school.

Xie Yuan's father was a senior leader of the militia reserve, and he made great achievements in the Vietnam War, and was one of the few high-ranking generals of the republic who participated in actual combat in the post-reform and opening up era. He is also one of the core figures of Jiang Chengyi's young generation.

Don't underestimate that Father Xie is now in the marginalized militia reserves, most of them are too young and not qualified enough, and there is no suitable position for the first and second line troops. If it is too high, it is easy to give rise to gossip, and if it is low, it is not cost-effective, but it is a good policy to compromise to accumulate seniority in the militia system. I vaguely remember that in later generations, even though Xie's father's faction completely failed in the political game, Xie's father still took over the entire army, which shows that this person is indeed an outstanding leader in the army.

Su Xiaolou didn't want to and couldn't appear in the Xie family, when this confrontation was fierce, if someone thought that his father Su Mingchao was secretly falling to Jiang Chengyi, this would undoubtedly make the local faction secretly suspicious and even wary of Su Mingchao, which was very fatal. Without the whole local faction wholeheartedly supporting Su Mingchao, I am afraid that he will not be able to take even a round. What's even more tragic is that this will undoubtedly be hated by the Bufu, and it will be a disaster. With the support of the Bufu, even if the Su Ming Dynasty is completely defeated, it will not be imprisoned. If not, it is foreseeable that if the Soviet and Ming dynasties completely fail, it will not only be the complete end of political life, but also the life may not be saved.

Therefore, it is necessary to keep a distance from Xie Yuan, at least for a foreseeable period of time.

When I arrived at Zhang Yu's house, I heard laughter from his family from afar, and Father Xie was sending away a few friends and other people.

Seeing Su Xiaolou, he smiled happily and said, "Xiaolou is here, come into the house, your aunt will cook immediately." He also patted him on the shoulder.

Su Xiaolou responded with a smile and didn't speak.

"Dad, who's coming?" Zhang Yu asked, probably very strange, he sent away a large group of friends who drank and meat.

Zhang's father was very happy and said, "Your sister-in-law's family." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yu and Su Xiaolou breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, it was better if it wasn't his drinking friends.

"My sister-in-law's family is in Xinjiang, and it's not the New Year. Is that time to come back? ”

"Your cousin has a tumor in his chest. No, isn't the director of the Affiliated Hospital of Nansu Medical University your classmate, in order to ask for a peace of mind, so I decided to come here for surgery. ”

Zhang Yu suddenly realized that the Affiliated Hospital of Nansu Medical University is still one of the best in China in the treatment of tumor diseases, and there are people in the DPRK and China, so they will not be neglected.

Pushing open the door, more than a dozen men, women, and children sat around the living room, all with Uyghur faces.

A young woman walked out of the kitchen on the right, still holding a handful of coriander in her hand, and when she saw Zhang Yu, she said excitedly: "Xiaoyu is back, look, I haven't seen you grow so tall for a few years." He also pinched two handfuls in his face.

Zhang Yu also said happily: "Sister-in-law." ”

"Xiaoyu, come over here." A very handsome and tall Xinjiang man said happily in Mandarin that was not very fluent. There were also two girls and a young man sitting next to them, playing cards.

"Little uncle." Zhang Yu shouted, "Ayiguli, Sister Pali is good." ”

"Xiao Yu is good." The two girls also said with a grin.

"This is my buddy Su Xiaolou."

"Xiaolou, this is my uncle Hanati Khan."

Su Xiaolou greeted politely: "Hello uncle." ”

"All right, all right, sit down. This is my brother Curry, and he's here for the first time. Hanati Khan introduced the young man next to him.

"Hello Uncle Curry."

The young man waved his hand boldly, "You're welcome." ”

"Let's play together."

It can be seen that Hanati Khan is a cheerful and sunny man.

didn't play for a while, and Zhang Mu's voice sounded. My sister-in-law's family is Muslim, and they don't eat pig-related food, and the vegetable oil is not enough, so they asked Zhang Yu to buy it.

Su Xiaolou saw that he was having fun, so he motioned for him to buy it, so he took the money on the table and went out.

When he walked downstairs, Zhang's mother shouted from the window again: "Xiaolou, buy two more leg of mutton." The hoarse, high-pitched voice could be heard almost through the five surrounding buildings.

As soon as the words fell, a crumpled hundred-yuan bill smashed on his head, and he shook his head helplessly in the embarrassed laughter of Zhang's mother.

The dinner was very lively, and Zhang Yu's sister-in-law's family was very active. The leg of lamb roasted by Hanati Khan's father was very delicious and quite a delicious meal.

The family chatted until more than one o'clock, and then Zhang Yu and Su Xiaolou returned to the room. My sister-in-law's children are quiet and sleep with them. Zhang's mother laid a bunk on the ground.

Su Xiaolou was so sleepy that he couldn't get up when he fell on the bed, Zhang Yu originally wanted to ask him to play a game, but he had to give up when he saw him like this. However, seeing that my sister-in-law's child sat quietly and did not sleep, and his eyes did not blink when he watched him play games, Zhang Yu smiled and handed him a handle.

I thought he was playing soy sauce, but how he wanted to abuse it didn't depend on his mood, but who knew that his operating handle was simply perfect, and he was familiar with the road, and the King of Fighters was almost Zhang Yu losing. It's ravaged.