Over the next few days, the fun of the game gradually came out again, and I slowly got acquainted with a group of new friends, most of whom were office workers, and everyone's time was relatively fixed, starting at five or six o'clock every night and continuing until eleven or twelve o'clock.

Hengdao and Cheng Xiaoyu are two of the weirder ones, sometimes they will be online continuously, sometimes they will not be online for a day or two, others joke that both of them are senior management, time will be so free, sometimes they make an appointment to do something together, and there is no news when they are busy with work in QQ. Each other gradually believes that the other party is really capable enough to handle the work in a certain time.

Cheng Xiaoyu is not online because he travels back and forth between Chuncheng and Meicheng, or runs to repair the backlog of machines, and the serious work of being the boss has also driven others to a certain extent, but I don't know that Cheng Xiaoyu was only for the mechanical ability at first, and he has only recently found fun in maintenance.

Plugging headphones, playing favorite music, sitting in a comfortable chair, repairing the damage one by one, the sense of achievement and interest gradually overlapped, and now it is not possible to observe the amount of foggy energy anytime and anywhere, unless it is nothing to run to the toilet to take a look, with the precipitation and accumulation of the arm, he has a clear understanding of the future road, and has confidence in the accumulation of a long time, and cultivates and continues the repair as an interest.

"Hey, Daewoo, tomorrow our class reunion has been arranged, the old classmates haven't seen each other for a year, everyone has known each other for 12 years, a reincarnation, get together well, more than 30 people have been contacted, do you know? Contacted our class flower, everyone promised to come back in the capital, you kid don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf. Zhang Sen's tone was full of excitement, since he got in touch with Situ Kaihui, as soon as the unpleasant things passed, the idea of organizing a class reunion came out irrepressibly, under normal circumstances, those who are willing to undertake this obligation are the current successful people, hoping to show their success in front of their classmates, or knowing that a certain group of people is developing well today can have a chemical effect with themselves, what about Zhang Sen? Most of the former are partly because they really want to meet their old classmates.

"Your injuries healed?" Cheng Xiaoyu felt that Zhang Sen was too active, and he could still be so in such a mood just after being injured, but he really had him.

"That's all trivial, with our Cheng Da Shao, full of face, the cost of the class reunion this time, you ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, don't drag me in, I should also beat you if I fight local tyrants, the boss of Weiyu Driving School, I am in the business of doujin."

"Damn, I despise you, I despise you seriously, there's no reason not to explain."

Zhang Sen also knew that Cheng Xiaoyu was not the kind of person who liked to show off and be high-profile, and it was estimated that he would prefer to meet Situ Kaihui before he met him.

At noon on Saturday, at the gate of the school, there is no arrangement in a restaurant or other place, in order to find the shadow of the past, to find the feeling when the school is on the weekend, three or five friends or one or twenty people get together, everyone goes to climb the mountain and go to play, and even the waiting at the school gate is a kind of anticipation, looking forward to coming early, chatting about things that they don't know why, riding or walking together, moving towards a common goal, and enjoying a common day.

Early in the morning, Cheng Xiaoyu is sleeping lazily in the hotel bed, yesterday afternoon in the store to repair the machine for an afternoon, the repair machine was emptied, and sat in front of the computer at night until two o'clock in the second half of the night.

Playing and sleeping well, who expected Zhang Sen to be dressed up in a bag-scratching style, he came early in the morning and dragged Cheng Xiaoyu to get up.

Squinting, naked, leaning the pillow behind him, propping himself up against the head of the bed, lit a cigarette as if he was asleep, and looked at Zhang Sen.

White slacks, white casual sandals, casual shirt with a sweetheart neckline, the hair is obviously specially processed, and the watch on the wrist has also been replaced with a couple watch with Han Jiao, which is also quite expensive, the left ear is half-hidden and half-visible diamond stud under the cover of hair, Guanyin jade is hung on the chest, and a white leather bag is carried in his hand.

One word, wind scratch, two words, too wind scratch.

"You like this, Han Jiao asked you to come out?" Cheng Xiaoyu rubbed his head with his hand, his short hair does not need to be carefully taken care of early in the morning, it is comfortable and convenient.

"How about it, handsome, I'll go to do styling at four o'clock in the morning, and then step on the accelerator for more than an hour, speed." Zhang Sen pointed to his watch, a quarter past eight.

"Well, it's good, I guess I can't go home at night."

"Che, is my brother that kind of person? Lonely men and widows never do much contact, if classmates play together, it's okay, anyway, with you, Han Jiao will call you if anything. ”

"Second child, come over here." Cheng Xiaoyu didn't have any expression, he was still sleepy-eyed.

"Huh?" Zhang Sen was stunned, and did not suspect that he leaned over, and saw Cheng Xiaoyu extinguish the cigarette, grabbed the pillow on the side, and smashed it towards Zhang Sen with his head and face, and then jumped up from the bed in boxers, hugged Zhang Sen and threw him on the bed, was blinded, and ravaged his hair.

"Your uncle, Zhang Sen, do you still know what time it is, don't you know that my brother is sleeping? Let you scratch your bag, let you scratch your bag ......"

A few minutes later, Zhang Sen sat in front of the dresser in the room with a resentful face, holding dry glue and a wooden comb, and was sorting out his hairstyle, looking at Cheng Xiaoyu with resentful eyes from time to time with resentment and burying himself between the pillows.

Until eleven o'clock, Zhang Sen kept following the phone calls from his classmates who had played better on the sofa outside, and everyone was asking about today's arrangements and when each other would arrive, neither wanting to be the first nor to be left behind, making people feel like they were pretending to be calves.

Hung up the phone, and after more than two hours of burning anger, Zhang Sen opened a can of Red Bull and prepared to give Cheng Xiaoyu an energy sprinkler, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw that Cheng Xiaoyu had finished taking a shower and was getting dressed.

"Damn, I didn't find it, your kid has lost his fat recently, and he's grown so much." Seeing the faintly visible muscle mass on Cheng Xiaoyu's body, Zhang Sen was a little envious, his body shape and figure were destined to not have an enviable strong man's body.

Cheng Xiaoyu glanced at him, took the Red Bull drink in his hand, drank it all up, comfortably put on fat beach pants, and could put his wallet, mobile phone, and cigarettes into it, a pair of colorful sneakers, and a dark blue Nike T-shirt.

Simple, comfortable, cool, and from a distance, it looks more like a college student than it is today.

At half past eleven, the two went downstairs on time, Zhang Sen's Passat was obviously cleaned inside and out, the black light was shining in the sunlight, and he got into the car by himself, but found that Cheng Xiaoyu also sat in the co-pilot.

"You don't drive?" Zhang Sen asked.

"It's not good to have you as a full-time driver, according to me, it's best for you to drive a driving school coach, which is a bit ostentatious, as an organizer, the students will think that you have the element of showing off." Cheng Xiaoyu said very calmly.

"Damn, boss, if I show off, I can't get a Mercedes-Benz BMW to drive anywhere." Zhang Sen is also a person who is used to driving luxury cars, and said with some grievances.

"Let's go, big driver, I haven't been back for many years, and my impression is a little blurry." I made a fork and turned the matter of not driving in the past.

Low-key life, high-profile work, experienced two trips to the capital, two trips to Fengtian, and some of the words that his grandfather once said in the past sounded unfathomable and now recalled the words of Jin Yu's good words, Cheng Xiaoyu temporarily set such a style for himself, plus he was a marginal character when he was in school, neither a forgotten character nor a popular figure by everyone, there are a few who can speak, and there are a few who can't look at it, he doesn't want to explain everything that happened to him, and he doesn't bother to explain.

No. 1 Middle School, a key institution that gathers junior high and high schools, three brothers, Xiong Wei works at home, Cheng Xiaoyu learns to repair mobile phones after junior high school, only Zhang Sen has spent more than five years in this school, and on the eve of the college entrance examination, he made up his mind to work hard in the metropolis, and the three brothers packed their bags and stepped on the bus to Spring City.

It seems that since he left Meicheng, he has not returned to his alma mater in the past six or seven years, and when he repairs his mobile phone, he will occasionally pass by here and speed up his pace, he is afraid that others will ask him about his current occupation, and at that time, it seems that any non-decent profession except for school will be secretly pouted and disdainful.

The school is still the same school, and there is not much change, the gate is full of small merchants and vendors, it is noon, the canteen can not fully meet the taste of the current students, the snacks outside the door have become their first choice, wearing a uniform school uniform, three or two into a companion, appearing in front of the various food stalls.

At 10:35, as the initiator, this time is just right, and the others will definitely arrive about fifteen minutes before the agreed time, for some reason, every small party from childhood to adulthood is like this.

"I'm going to eat some stinky tofu and grilled eggs." Cheng Xiaoyu didn't eat in the morning, drank a can of Red Bull and drank a large glass of milk, the smell of burnt aroma and various ingredients mixed together wafted out, and the gluttonous worm was seduced out, got out of the car and walked to the front of each stall to buy and eat.

After a while, the spicy and heavy ingredients made his throat urgently need to be replenished, and a bottle of mineral water was handed over next to him: "Wipe your mouth, how old you are, it makes people think you are like a child." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu turned around, smiled, and took the water unceremoniously, drank wildly, and after drinking, he took the tissue handed over by the other party, and quickly wiped off the residue at the corner of his mouth.

"If you eat it or not, I will invite you to eat. You must know that in the past, if anyone could invite Miss Liang to eat, the news that the school flower would be folded immediately the next day. ”

"It's all false, where is it so evil, the taste of hometown, I feel very kind when I come back."

(To be continued)