Chapter 571: Good Son (I)
Xiaoyu Liu Kai followed Yang Chen out of the teahouse, probably Zhang Liang felt that he was a little lonely and lonely and cold when he poured himself melon seeds, and quietly followed, but he was tired of everyone, glanced at Yang Chen and Wu Jie casually, put on sunglasses, got into the golden sports car, lowered the window, and said to Xiaoyu Liu Kai: "Xiaoyu, Kai Kai, buddy will go first, invite you two to have a big meal another day." ”
The V12 engine roars.
Supercars are drifting away.
"It looks very powerful, very bullish, very arrogant" Wei Ziwen looked at the sports car in the distance, smiled and joked, thinking that back then, Wei Da Shaozhuan rectified the second force of driving luxury cars, and now in the face of this kind of small shrimp and millet, he no longer has the slightest interest in stepping on it, and he should look at the joke.
Twenty-year-old young and frivolous.
Thirty years old no longer restless.
Forty years old, steady and wise.
The normal process of metamorphosis for men.
Led by Wu Jie, no matter how stubborn and domineering they were when they were teenagers, now they are entering the age of establishment, pulling the family and bringing their mouths, and the ears of their ancestors and fathers, they will not be as easy to cause trouble as they were back then.
"That girl is really powerful, how can I not know you Wei madman." Tian Li smiled and teased Wei Ziwen, a few years ago, in their small circle, Wu Jie was the best, Tian Li was the most thoughtful, Wei Ziwen was the most domineering, and sometimes he was reckless, so he was nicknamed a madman.
"You call me crazy again, be careful that I tell Yang Zi all your troubles." Wei Ziwen doesn't like the nickname of madman, and as he grows older, every time he thinks about his crazy behavior, the absurd things he has done, and the disasters he has caused, he will always feel embarrassed and embarrassed.
"Alright, let's get to the place and talk nonsense."
Wu Jie interrupted the two, handed a special cigarette to Yang Chen, who was smiling and silent, and asked, "How long do you estimate how long you will stay in Beijing?" ”
Yang Chen said with a smile: "Stay until next week and go back to Xinfeng, celebrate my mother's fiftieth birthday, and then go to Shanghai." ”
Wu Jie asked: "Take those black buddies from Westland to Shanghai for a visit?" ”
"They visit and investigate, and I do some personal things." Yang Chen didn't reveal any personal matters until he arrived, looking at the sunset on the horizon, Nalan Tongtong's beautiful face came to mind.
What is Xiao Nizi like today?
Yang Chen lost his mind and imagined.
Everyone walked out of the old street and rushed to the Yangfang Hutong in Houhai, the Li family cuisine in the alley can be regarded as a time-honored brand in Beijing, the ancestors of the Li family were the ministers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs during the Guangxu period of Tongzhi, mainly responsible for the imperial dining room, with such a background, the Li family's court dishes, it is difficult to think of being famous.
The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys.
The same is true of Lijiacai, located in the depths of Yangfang Hutong, with no markings, no eye-catching signs, and ordinary blue bricks and green tile courtyards, but it has attracted many big people to visit.
In the antique and antique palace style of the large private room, the twenty-four brothers who are bloody for the alliance are gathered, and there is more Xiaoyu Liu Kai.
"Cheers to Yang Zi's strong comeback!"
Everyone shouted and raised their glasses, enthusiastic, sincere, faintly showing respect and admiration, Yang Chen seemed to have become the core of this small circle.
Xiaoyu Liu Kai also noticed this, and became more and more unable to see through Yang Chen, and at the next dinner, Yang Chen's group of Beijing buddies were very hot to them, unlike the boys recommended by Zhang Liang.
At first, the two thought that Wei Ziwen Tianli was a "little brother" who needed Yang Chen's care, but as they captured more and more information from the occasional low-key and obscure words of these people, the two were shocked.
The top of the big and the young.
The third generation of red, the fourth generation of red.
Xiaoyu Liu Kai can't dream that one day he will call such a group of people brothers, he is both excited and emotional, he drank a lot of wine, the dinner is over, and when he goes to K song, the two of them are already drunk and slightly drunk, holding the microphone and shouting "Borrow from the sky for another five hundred years", which provoked Yang Chen and others to sing along to the beat.
Tossed until two or three o'clock in the morning, more than a dozen people drank down, and the rest staggered, supported each other, and stayed in a nearby five-star hotel.
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Westland's China team is still visiting Beijing, a metropolis with a permanent population of more than 20 million people, with a thousand-year-old historical and cultural heritage.
After Yang Chen made a series of arrangements for the inspection and visit of the delegation to China, he got up and returned to Ningxi to celebrate his mother's 50th birthday for half his life.
At the exit of the highway from Xijing to Xinfeng, several Knight XV armored off-road vehicles slowly drove past and entered the city, attracting the attention of countless passers-by.
The Knight XV, a car that appears in Xinfeng, which is not much in BMW Mercedes-Benz, is naturally eye-catching, and Yang Chen in the luxurious back seat stares at the exterior of the car.
In ten years, Xinfeng, a population of one million, has also undergone earth-shaking changes, Yang Chen is relieved At the same time, there is a trace of indescribable sadness in his heart, and many scenes that carry childhood memories can no longer be found.
The convoy happened to pass by Xinfeng No. 1 Middle School, Yang Chen shouted to stop, pushed the door and got off, and more than a dozen Arctic fox masters such as Long San followed him to get out of the car and enter the school gate with Yang Chen.
During the summer vacation, there are still students on campus.
Make-up classes during the holidays are commonplace in high schools, and the Ministry of Education's policy of reducing the burden and pressure cannot reduce the heads of high school students, and the security guards guarding the school gate do not allow outsiders to enter casually, but Yang Chen's group of aura is too strong, and the security guards dare not squeak.
Xinfeng No. 1 Middle School is not small.
There are four teaching buildings, plus laboratory buildings, apartment buildings, canteens, and auditoriums, and more than 10 buildings are scattered and scattered, most of which remain the same as they were ten years ago.
Yang Chen looked here, looked there, and sighed silently, on the basketball court in the distance, the two groups of people rushed at me, and the ball played decently.
Yang Chen walked over on a whim.
Long San naturally led people to follow Yang Chen, and these majestic and imposing fierce men approached, and the result was that the people who played the ball stopped, and the people watching the ball looked sideways, surprised, confused, and even afraid.
Yang Chen smiled bitterly in his heart.
"Yang Yangchen" was startled, and his voice was particularly harsh, and Yang Chen looked for the sound and saw a young man who did not look like a student.
"It's really you!"
The person who spoke walked over quickly, looking very excited, "I Zhang Xiao don't remember?" ”
Zhang Xiao Yang Chen suddenly realized that the sports committee member in high school had challenged him in pursuit of Li Nan, but he didn't expect to reunite in No. 1 Middle School after nearly ten years of absence, he smiled and said: "You have changed too much, I really didn't recognize it at once, where is your home, in the field, or in Xinfeng?" ”
"Eighteen changes in the women's college, the more beautiful they become, what about me, I am also eighteen changes, the more I change, the more I stumble, I graduated from Beijing Sports University, and my family found a relationship to get me back to No. 1 Middle School as a physical education teacher, half-dead and mixed, what about you?" After Zhang Xiao finished speaking, he looked at Yang Chen, and then at the dozen or so people surrounding Yang Chen.
He had a feeling that the man in front of him, who had been in the limelight, was even better than back then.