In a blink of an eye, it was noon, and it was time for lunch. Lao Gao and his lover brought in a huge table from outside the house, and it was more than enough for the other eight of us to sit around the table except for Lao Gao and his lover.

Jiang Lao sat in the innermost position, his left and right hands were Meier and Dayu, the left side was Cao Yang and me, and the right side was Gu Hui and Huang Guangcai from the inside to the outside. And Deng Chen's position was to sit opposite Jiang Lao.

I originally thought that this unscrupulous reporter would not come down to eat, but on second thought, after all, the free lunch is not eaten in vain.

Lao Gao served the dishes in order, and the dishes were very rich. Jiang Lao was not in a hurry to move the chopsticks, only to see him pick up the teacup on the table.

"I don't drink alcohol when I'm not in good health, and today I replace wine with tea, thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to come to my son's third anniversary memorial, I am grateful here." After that, Jiang Lao drank all the tea in his hand, and we hurriedly drank a cup when we saw this, the difference with him was that most of the wine we drank.

There was only one person who didn't raise his wine glass, and that was Deng Chen, who was sitting in front of me. I saw him holding the dish in front of him with his head down. "Your son deserves it." Deng Chen whispered.

"What's my son's sin, if you're like this, you'd better leave early." Jiang's old-fashioned face was flushed.

"I'm a journalist, of course I report the truth, although you see that my character is not good, but I left your son a way to live, he just committed suicide and not feared crime......"

"Don't say any more, don't blame us for being rude if you're talking nonsense." Liu Dayu stood up and glared at Deng Chen.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it, I don't have evidence, but ...... Without further ado, I finished eating and went upstairs. After Deng Chen finished speaking, he put down the dishes and chopsticks and went upstairs.

Looking at the back of this reporter, I froze.

"Eat quickly, don't let this person spoil the atmosphere." Dayu said.

We ate the food in front of us, and no one could speak.

"It's so

What is this thing made of, it doesn't taste like meat, but it's ...... Well, it's a lot like meat but not meat. Meyer boasted incoherently as he chewed.

I don't know if Meier really thought it was delicious or to ease the awkward atmosphere, but I saw him eat the dish in front of him one bite after another. "It's spicy, but it's very

ice。 Meyer gasped as he spoke.

"How do I feel about your adjectives except

ICE has nothing else. I scoffed.

"There are so many Chinese adjectives that you can only use them

ice is good. "Meyer's words still don't make a lot of sense." You haven't told me what this thing is. ”

We looked at the dish in front of him, "This dish is called hairy tripe, and it is made from the stomach of a cow, so it's delicious." I said.

"Stomach, is this it?" Meyer touched his belly. "Then I'm still not going to eat it, it's really bad." Meier's words didn't make sense, but we all understood them.

His play opened everyone's conversation box instantly, and you ate it for about an hour.

"Okay, that's all for today, you just have to rest in the afternoon, and I'll call you when it's time for dinner." After Jiang Lao finished speaking, he left the table.

Seeing this, we also ended the dinner. After the meal, I learned that my next door was Dayu, and the first and second rooms on the left side of the second floor were Gu Hui and Meier, respectively.

Although there was a long time in the afternoon, I didn't think it would be good if we left without Jiang Lao's permission, just like I did in the morning. If it's a gathering of friends, it's okay, but it's mainly a memorial ceremony, and it's too joyful and a little inappropriate.

We all spent the afternoon bored in our respective rooms, and even though I knew that next door was my idol Liu Dayu, I couldn't do anything.

As the sun sets, the sky becomes darker than when we are at the bottom of the mountain because our mansion is located at the top of the mountain. It was almost dark outside around seven o'clock.

"Everyone's eaten." I heard the old man outside the door calling for us.

"Let's go, it's time for dinner." Cao Yang put on his shoes.

When I came to the first floor, I saw that the dishes on the table were much inferior to those at noon. Everyone was seated in the order of noon.

"Maybe the food doesn't meet your appetite, I'm old, and I try to be light at night, so everyone will eat it." Jiang Lao said with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, Jiang Lao, I also like to eat light." It was Huang Guangcai who spoke, but he didn't expect that there was a restrained heart under the rough appearance.

We ate the food quietly, and no one said a word like at noon. Maybe it's because they all realize that it's not appropriate to be too happy. Even Deng Chen was eating quietly, in my eyes, he just didn't want to starve himself because of his behavior.

"I've eaten well, you eat slowly, I'm on the third floor, I can't hear how you make noise on the first floor, so you guys have fun, I'll go back to the house." After Jiang Lao finished speaking, he called Lao Gao and whispered a few times before leaving.

I don't know what the meaning of Jiang Lao's words is, although it seems to be sarcastic on the letter, what he said is not serious at all, but if it is true, why would he say such a thing.

Soon after Jiang Lao left, Lao Gao spoke.

"Elder Jiang knows what you young people like, and he also knows that he has influenced your speech here, although it is a memorial, but he is already very satisfied that you can come here, so he allows you to play on the first floor, and it will not affect tomorrow's memorial." Lao Gao said earnestly.

I realized the meaning of Jiang Lao's words, and I was a little moved, but before the emotion fermented in my heart, I only listened to Meyer.

"So what are we going to do?"

"Poker, you can play games." Deng Chen said beside him.

"Do you want to join us too?" I said with some sarcasm next to me.

"What? Not welcome, if not I'll go upstairs. Deng Chen was arrogant with a hint of grievance.

"I didn't mean that, I just thought it was incredible."

Deng Chen didn't speak, just sat there blankly and waited for the game activity to start. I think everyone is very motivated, "Otherwise, there are three people in poker, and if you add Lao Gao, there will be exactly five people." ”

"Ah, then I'll play poker, I don't know much about the game." Lao Gao said.

"I'm poker too." Dayu said.

Actually, I didn't know much about the game, so I quickly received, "I also play poker, I want to play with my idol." "My reasons are a bit numb.

That's it, Lao Gao, Dayu and I play poker. The remaining five people play the game. Time flies by quickly, it's ten o'clock in a blink of an eye, and although it's not too late for a night owl like me, it's already late for a professional player.

"I went back to my room and went to sleep, and my head hurt a little." Gu Hui said.

We hummed in unison, and we saw Gu Hui go up the spiral staircase and upstairs.

June 3, 0:00.

"Oops, my phone is dead." Deng Chen looked at his phone and shouted, "Wait for me, brothers, I'll go back to the house and get a power bank to continue fighting." After speaking, Deng Chen went upstairs.

I didn't expect a game to turn someone who was originally a bad guy into a good brother in words, I thought to myself. Deng Chen came back after about fifteen minutes, and he had just sat down when he heard Meier shouting.

"I'm hungry."

Dayu put down the poker, "You can't eat it, you're a professional player, don't grow ten pounds in the offseason." Dayu said sarcastically.

"Don't, I'm so happy today, I'm going to get food, why don't you go to bed yet!" Meyer was playing tricks.

"Did you bring something to eat? I really can't help you? ”

Meier came down with a big bag of food, eating while playing a game. It's very comfortable.

The eyes return to our poker camp, although it is a landlord but not gambling. Our bet on whoever loses will clean up the first floor for a while, although Lao Gao strongly objected, he said that this is his own work, but Dayu and I decided to help him no matter what.

The time came to a point.

"I'm a little sleepy, let's end it for today. In the end, you lose, you clean up here. Dayu packed up the playing cards in front of him and said to me.

"Manly man counts, I will definitely clean up, you go back and rest quickly." After I finished speaking, Dayu went upstairs. Lao Gao and I were also a little tired lying on the sofa, but the game team next to us was still very energetic.

"Why are you so persevering?" I asked.

"I'm a fan and I watch international games a lot, so staying up late was a piece of cake for me." Lao Huang said while operating.

"I usually go to bed early, but now I want to go to bed late." Meier still spoke Mandarin that he didn't understand.

"I'm a journalist, and I often wait for big news in the middle of the night, and that's nothing to me."

"Go and rest, there's an event tomorrow." I snatched their phones and pointed to the clock on the wall.

After seeing this, they also showed disappointed eyes, and went back to their rooms to rest. I originally wished I could clean the room myself, but Gao had to accompany me.

"You've been taking care of us for a day, let's rest early."

"This is my business, how can I push it to you, Jiang Lao knows that he will definitely count me down."

"Alright then, let's do it together." I said helplessly.

In this way, Lao Gao and I cleaned the first floor. It was already two o'clock after the cleaning time, and I dragged my tired body back to my room to rest.

I cautiously opened the door, and the sound of snoring could be faintly heard. I lay on the bed and looked at my phone.

"Deng Chen." I muttered these two words on my browser as I gently searched for them, only to see a few news items pop up on the page.

The World Cup is imminent, and the city's No. 1 football reporter went to the scene. Date: July 1, 2018.

The first-hand news of domestic transfers, exclusively brought by Deng Chen, locked in his live broadcast room at 8 o'clock in the evening. August 15, 2018.

The focus of the battle, who will die in the end, the last battle before the break, Deng Chen, the first reporter of this station, went to the scene to report. May 25, 2019.

What a good journalist, I thought to myself. Exited the browser, set an alarm clock at 7 o'clock, and went to sleep peacefully......