"Knowing you're picky, I've got something for you that you might like." Yan Chaozong turned his back to try the belt, and the smile on his face didn't stop.

"What?"

"You'll find out later."

"Oh." Song Enli saw that he tried the belt and took it back into the bag, and couldn't help but be curious, "Uncle, why don't you use it?" Don't like it? ”

"No, you want to be the first person to give me a gift with your heart, and I want to keep every single one as a souvenir."

Song Enli listened inexplicably sad.

is in a high position, and there are few people around you who are indispensable, and there must be no one who gives gifts, but it is true, they are all interests, and which one is sincere.

Besides, Yan Chaozong, she really hadn't heard him talk about his family and relatives, he had always been alone, his life seemed too simple, and there was no trace of these people in the small courtyard.

Song Enli wondered if he would be like her, alone in this world.

It's just that she is luckier than him, she now has Xiao Heping, Wang Xiuying, and relatives of the Xiao family and the Wang family.

"I'll always buy it for you in the future, so don't keep it as a souvenir." Song Enli took the kraft paper bag in his hand and took the belt out again, "Here, tie it, tell me what you lack in the future, and I'll give it to you." ”

Yan Chaozong laughed at her, "Just your salary of twenty or thirty yuan?" How much money did Yang Youlu give you, twenty-seven or thirty-two? ”

"Thirty-two." Song Enli pouted, "What's wrong with thirty-two, many people are not thirty-two yet, it's absolutely no problem to support myself." ”

"Do you have to save money to buy me a gift?"

"Yes, save money to buy you gifts, so you must remember my goodness, and it will depend on you to go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire in the future."

"Well, after living for so many years, I finally found my purpose in life, and I must remember it for the sake of gifts for decades to come." Yan Chaozong fastened his belt and looked down.

In the end, it was given by my sweetheart, and it was good-looking.

It's just that if he knew that his sweetheart girl spent a few thousand dollars a day to buy things today, instead of the dozens of dollars of tobacco and alcohol belts on the coffee table, and the big head was all Xiao Heping's, I don't know if he could smile so happily.

In the evening, I made an appointment to have a dinner with Secretary Cao, in order to show her attention, Song Enli took a special shower before leaving, and when she came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, the things that Yan Chaozong helped her get had been delivered.

Two hotel attendants came in with a small cart, and when the cotton cloth covered with it was lifted, it was all cloth, all satin to be exact, and all kinds of colors.

Song Enli counted it, it was exactly seven horses, the cheapest one foot of silk in the first department store was seven or eight yuan, and the more expensive ones were more than a dozen, so much silk, to say the least, it would cost thousands of yuan.

The problem is that the batch of silks that Yan Chaozong got is superior to what she saw in the First Department Store in terms of color and craftsmanship.

It can be seen that this tradition of good things that can't be bought by money alone really can't be changed in any era.

However, what made Song Enli feel even more ironic was that she and Yan Chaozong lived in this suite for several days, and the waiter delivered food and cleaned back and forth several times, and never felt anything inappropriate.

It's like two worlds.

Yan Chaozong sent the waiter out, "It's not realistic to wear this thing out, you can wear it at home, or make a quilt or something." ”

The words "......" should be regarded as a tyrannical thing in this era.

But Song felt that his ideas and views were subtly similar to hers in some places.

"I don't know, I thought you bought me a dowry." She watched Yan Chaozong lift the silk and satin horses off the small cart and wrap them all into the piece of cotton cloth that was covered on it just now, "How can we take back so many things, it's too ostentatious to get on the train, right?" ”

"I'll figure it out, go to the courtyard by yourself and get it, and the key is still there, right?"

"Well, it's still there."

"That's fine." Yan Chaozong clapped his hands and stood up, "I'll clean up, you get dressed, it's almost time." ”

Song Enli looked up at the floor clock in the corner.

It's almost seven o'clock, and the scheduled six o'clock table will start, and it's really big enough.

Yan Chaozong noticed that her wrist had been empty, and looked down at the belt on her waist again, which was even more heartwarming.

When he came, Song Enli only brought a change of clothes, which were hanging in the bathroom to dry, still muddy, and the clothes he wore in the afternoon squeezed out a strange smell in the department store.

Fortunately, Yan Chaozong didn't know what was in her baggage, so she could take another set out of the space in a bright way.

It's already October, and although the temperature in Shanghai is higher than that in Yanbei, it's definitely not warm.

Song Enli found a new long-sleeved sea soul shirt with army green cargo pants, and under the influence of Xiao Heping, she now loves this color miserably.

But standing in front of the mirror and taking a look, it's quite energetic.

The two of them went downstairs, and the dishes in the banquet hall happened to be complete.

Secretary Cao and a few middle-aged men waited in the hall early, and based on the fact that they were about to tie the belts on their chests, Song Enli guessed that they should all be senior cadres.

If it weren't for the senior cadres, they wouldn't be able to sit in this room tonight.

And obviously they are already very familiar with Yan Chaozong, and when they greet each other, they are not called comrades like normal people, but directly with their surnames.

But friends are definitely not talking.

Except for Secretary Cao, who he just met in the afternoon, none of the others were familiar, and Song Enli could only sit next to Yan Chaozong as an air, listening to them gossip a few words by the way.

These people are all political elites, and they can avoid these two sensitive words no matter what topic is discussed.

Someone wanted to toast Song Enli, Yan Chaozong immediately took her wine glass and stood up, "The child can't drink it, I'll take it for her." ”

The other party smiled meaningfully and raised his head to drink.

Song Enli looked at the two bottles of Moutai on the table, and his heart ached like a knife.

Drink one bottle less than one bottle, the soul is light!

"Why are you staring at this wine, you like it?" Yan Chaozong remembered the pile of cigarettes and alcohol she bought in the afternoon, and said to himself: "I picked up a drunkard." ”

"I'm not." Song Enli leaned into his ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Anyway, if someone brings you this kind of wine in the future, remember to put it away and don't drink it, do you know?" ”

For the sake of him being so good to her, give him a clear way to make a fortune, although he doesn't necessarily need it.

Song Enli knew that Yan Chaozong was richer than she imagined, and she now even suspected that he opened the private restaurant.

In short, the secretary of a provincial food company with a deep background definitely has a way to make a fortune.

"Remembered." Yan Chaozong poured himself another glass of wine.

Song Enli looked at the crystal wine, and his eyes were greedy.

She has collected dozens of bottles of Moutai from the fifties and sixties in her space, but she has not even opened and drunk a sip, but she was fortunate to drink it a few times at the auction decades later.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, I really don't know what she is doing with these wines, the Moutai produced during the three-year famine is definitely not as good as the earlier years, and the only value is the commemorative significance and appreciation space, but in fact, she is rich enough to not lack this, and so much is enough to commemorate.

"Give me a taste." She took back her wine glass and asked Yan Chaozong for it, but Yan Chaozong didn't give it, "I'll buy you a wine heart chocolate to eat tomorrow." ”

"Keep the chocolate for yourself." Song Enli snatched the wine bottle, filled it for himself, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, "It's delicious." ”

"Comrade Song has a good amount of wine, I toast you." Secretary Cao immediately stood up and toasted.

Others can not drink, Secretary Cao must drink the toast.

Anyway, he helped her a lot in the afternoon.

Song Enli filled another glass, "Thank you." ”

This kind of thing on the wine table, you have to drink a round after drinking one, and Song Enli is a cheerful person, embarrassed to favor one over the other, relying on his good amount of wine, and drinking one cup after another.

"Xiaoli, alright, it's almost." Yan Chaozong reached out and took her wine glass, Song Enli looked at him with a face, and suddenly his eyes turned red.

It's been a long time since anyone called her that.

Even if there is Xiao Heping, even if she has so many relatives, she still deeply hides her thoughts in her heart, and she will still miss her home, her parents, and her grandfather, and everything will be missing decades later.

She wasn't of this world in the first place.