Chapter 188: Finishing touch

Du Zhongkui moved to a new house and invited a few of his best classmates to come and have a good time.

It is an open European-style villa area, located on the north bank of the Shu River at the junction of the suburbs, with wide lawns and green trees; Grid roads, extending in all directions.

At the dinner, I don't know who inadvertently brought the topic to the current wind. Han Quanhe said: "In this regard, Zhang Ping is the most hurried among the people here. Zhang Ping smiled: "Hahaha, Quanhe, seeing what you said, it has long been a cliché." Can't you hear the streets and alleys, full of brothers and sisters, love and hate? The central word is four words, love and hate. Du Zhongkui said: "Zhang Ping, this is too low-riba people, how can it be said that it represents the wind of the times?" Zhang Ping said sarcastically: "Hey, Ah Q under Jiuquan is happy, and he finally has another companion." "Zhang Ping, what do you mean?" "It doesn't mean anything. Zhongkui, you don't know what the most fashionable spring white snow is? "I'm lonely and unheard, please advise." "Guys, I'm not modest. Please enjoy a smooth passage: open your mouth and never leave love and love, infatuated and crazy love to die and live. Whoever has money loves whoever has it, and worships him if he doesn't have money. Du Zhongkui smiled: "Zhang Ping, you kid is really forever preserving his true colors!" "Zhongkui, I don't know that you and I are ashamed and ashamed. should learn from Li Weiwei, the people escaped from the siege without a sound, and escaped cleanly, without dragging mud and water. ”

Zhang Ping's words changed sharply, which made Li Weiwei very embarrassed. So he sneered at each other and said: "Zhang Ping, don't pretend to be cynical and aggrieved." In fact, you are a full man, how do you know that a hungry man is hungry, how many people in the world are working hard to fill their stomachs for three meals a day, and you are all to make yourself full...... Everyone knows that I have no choice but to seek relief for my divorce. is not like some people, as a man, but the experience is not as good as the water-based flower. Zhang Ping laughed and said: "No matter how old or eighty-three it is, there is a mountain of gold to buy years, and there is a mountain of silver to redeem youth." That's enough! Besides, how many men in the world don't love the three palaces and six courtyards? "Aren't you afraid of losing Qingqing's life?" "Die under the pomegranate skirt, and be a ghost is also romantic." "Alas, it's really easy to change, and it's hard to change." Du Zhongkui took over and said: "Zhang Ping, seriously, what a good woman Zhao Huihui is, you don't cherish it at all." Wait to buy regret medicine! ”

Zhang Ping suddenly felt that the atmosphere was wrong, and said: "What's wrong today, everyone's guns are all aimed at me alone, but let Dahong Liu Biqiong hide aside and secretly have fun." Liu Biqiong stared at him and said, "Zhang Ping, I think you are desperate, you want to find a step down." "Hahaha, if you win, you can fight, and if you can't win, you run." Dahong, what do you say? "You've said it all, and any more I say is just adding to it." I should have this self-knowledge. "Hahaha, today I, Zhang Ping, am simply moldy with winter melon ashes, and even Dahong choked me."

A burst of laughter.

Dahong said: "There are thousands of ways to live, but without the pursuit of struggle, will life still have brilliance?" ”

"The finishing touch!" Du Zhongkui stretched out his thumb and praised.

There was a round of applause.

After dinner, everyone went to the big balcony on the third floor to drink tea and watch the scenery. Dahong noticed that next to the garbage bin not far away, a familiar figure swayed, as if he was looking for something to eat from inside. When I looked at it again, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "Ah, it's really him." Zhang Ping said: "Dahong, what are you doing." Dahong pointed and said, "Look, the person next to the garbage can is not Han Shujun?" ”

"Ah, it's him!"

Zhang Ping complained: "This bastard caused everyone to look for him for a few days and nights." It turned out that he had hid there and enjoyed the delicious food to himself. ”

Han Shujun took out half a banana from the garbage can, wiped it on his chest and stuffed it into his mouth. There were several bleeding wounds on his dark face, and his hands trembled like a fire stick. He inadvertently turned his head to see a few of Dahong's classmates coming, just standing and smiling stupidly.

Du Zhongkui felt the joy of his housewarming, which made Han Shujun appear like this, and he was secretly unhappy and silent in his heart. Han Quanhe sighed: "Alas, it's really sad, he Han Shujun is like me, he fell into a poor worm for money!" Zhang Ping said: "Han Quanhe, you are quite introspective." But now, what do you say you should do? Dahong said: "Zhang Ping, do you still need to ask, we must send him to the hospital immediately." "Oh, that's a disappointment."

Han Shujun suddenly suppressed his smirk, overjoyed, and turned to the side and ran and roared: "Cow, cow, it's really good!" Da Hong rushed forward and grabbed him, he was still muttering and yelling and struggling, Da Hong said, "Zhang Ping, hurry up and take the handle." Zhang Ping hesitated and said, "Dahong, he hasn't hurt you in Shenzhen?" "He's him, I'm me. Hurry up. ”

Everyone dragged them to death, and finally stuffed Han Shujun into the car, Dahong Han Quanhe grabbed him and sandwiched him in the middle, Zhang Ping sat in the driver's seat and sweated profusely, and when he was about to start the car, he seemed to think of something, turned his head and looked at Han Shujun and complained: "Han Shujun, Han Shujun, your turtle son really wants to be a beggar, don't let everyone see it?" ”

Han Shujun was stunned and smirked, and yelled: "Cow, cow, it's really good!" wanted to break free and escape from the car, but was controlled by Dahong Han Quanhe and couldn't move, Zhang Ping roared: "Han Shujun, I see that your turtle son is not saved." Even if you have an afterlife, it's a bullish ending! But no one expected Han Shujun to suddenly shut up when he heard this, and he snapped a mouthful of phlegm on Zhang Ping's face. Zhang Ping was so angry that he slapped his face: "Bastard, I really don't know what to do!" Dahong said: "Zhang Ping, he is a patient after all, I think you can do it...... Go for a drive. ”