It takes two hours and 20 minutes to fly from Shanghai to Beijing, during which Zhou Yang reads a short story about a romantic relationship. Before getting off the plane in Beijing, Zhou Yang took out his mask, put it on his mouth, and then stepped off the plane. Smog has become synonymous with Beijing, and for an old Beijinger like Zhou Yang, who was born here, he really doesn't understand why he has to wait until the smog is serious enough to threaten people's lives before he knows how to control the environment. Survival is the foundation of all peoples, and the environment is the foundation of survival.

The environment is the real thing, and no GDP can compare.

Of course, Zhou Yang is a post-90s who stepped on the tail of the post-80s. He once risked his life to say this to his grandfather, and the old man, who used to be very strict, did not scold him unusually, but took him to see a few pictures. The picture shows the once arid land, starving peasants and patches of corpses. Grandpa only said one sentence: "This is after the founding of the country." ”

Since that time, Zhou Yang has understood. It is not easy to be a patriarch who can feed 1.3 billion people. No matter how bad the current environment is, at least no one will starve to death on the streets. Food, food is the foundation of all people.

Coming out of the airport, Zhou Yang took the subway to the city center, and after leaving the subway station, he just took out his mobile phone to call a taxi. I found a black Audi parked at the entrance of the subway station, and a man in a suit stood behind the car, Zhou Yang sighed, and the man in a suit came up to look at Zhou Yang and said, "Yangyang, I'm back!" Get in the car. ”

"Lao Chen, did the old man ask you to come again?" Zhou Yang called the man Lao Chen very familiarly.

The driver, Lao Chen, nodded, with an honest smile on his face. Zhou Yang sat in the co-pilot, chatted with Lao Chen about some interesting things in school recently, and also asked the driver about the recent encounter of the old man Chen, but unfortunately this old guy didn't say anything, which made Zhou Yang a little helpless. Zhou Yang understands his old man's temper best, this old guy fortunately encountered a peaceful era, if it was in the war years, he would definitely be a Hitler.

When the car arrived at the door of the courtyard, Zhou Yang jumped out of the car and went home with the driver Lao Chen, and the housekeeper was already waiting at the door. Of course, in fact, he can't be called this man's housekeeper who is about the same age as Lao Chen, because his position is called life secretary. The life secretary took Zhou Yang to the courtyard, and from a distance, Zhou Yang heard the sound of scolding, the voice was very loud, as if he was afraid that he would not know that he was scolding.

Zhou Yang waited for a while, and a forty-year-old man came out of the room, the man had his head down and an embarrassed smile on his face. After the man came out, the life secretary took Zhou Yang up. This is a house with the tradition of old Beijing, and the room has strong Chinese landscape characteristics, which can only be described as atmospheric. In the middle, there is a large mahogany table, with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the side of the table, but in the middle of the table, there is a very thick paper. The paper was a little messy, and it was not clear which ones were together, but if you looked closely, you could see that everything with red was on the left, and everything else was on the right.

Behind the desk, sat an old man with gray hair, but the spirit of Ryoma. There was a sense of anger on the old man's face, but also a sense of majesty. This is produced by people in high positions for many years, and it is not a momentum that can be pretended for a while. In front of such a person, no matter what is in your heart, you will subconsciously look at yourself. The life secretary withdrew, and Zhou Yang stood opposite the old man.

The old man looked at Zhou Yang with a cold face and asked coldly, "How is it in Shanghai?" ”

"Pretty good." Zhou Yang said.

"What do you mean pretty good? Good is good, bad is bad. The old man blew his beard and glared, glaring at Zhou Yang and said loudly.

"Good!" Zhou Yang looked at his grandfather and agreed loudly with a headache.

"Sit down." The old man said kindly.

Zhou Yang dragged a chair and sat opposite the old man. The old man looked at Zhou Yang, smacked his mouth and said, "Yangzai, Shanghai is a dragon gate, you have been hovering there for so long, just doing such a little thing, you have disappointed me." When you come back this time, tell me what you have in mind, and I have something to say to you. ”

Zhou Yang looked at his unusually grandfather, and he didn't know why. Grandpa has changed his temperament once in eight lifetimes, and today he met it? However, Zhou Yang was really not polite to the old man, he didn't say a word, and explained the matter. However, he only said about Sun Youbo, and hid Zhang Ling and Xia Wanyu. He said that Sun Youbo was his friend, a very iron kind of person.

Zhou Yang's lies are full of loopholes, and he knows that the old man will definitely find out, and he has already guessed that the old man will definitely be furious. But what Zhou Yang didn't expect was that the old man really believed his words today. The old man nodded, and did not yell at him, but said: "This is a trivial matter, that woman who is Lin has been killed by medicine, as long as I say a word, this man will definitely be able to come out." ”

Zhou Yang was a little surprised, when did the old man talk so well?

Zhou Yang felt a little difficult in his heart, the old man obviously had something to say, something to do.

Zhou Yang hesitated, smiled at the old man a little embarrassed, and said, "Grandpa, what do you want to ask me?" ”

The old man stood up, walked to the water dispenser on the side, and poured himself a cup of hot boiled water in his hand. Unlike others, the old man only drinks hot boiled water and does not drink tea, which is an old habit that has been cultivated for decades, and everyone around the old man knows it. The old man carried hot boiled water, walked around and said: "The woman surnamed Xia can be your mother, and it just so happens that your mother is also surnamed Xia, so it's understandable that you like her, I don't object, but you can't take her." A woman surnamed Wang, you yourself know that you are asking for hardship. And this girl surnamed Zhang, I can tell you very clearly that she is not suitable for you. ”

A cold sweat broke out behind Zhou Yang's back.

The old man continued: "This girl surnamed Zhang likes Xia's husband, and with your life and deeds, you can't take this girl, so I can understand that you are still asking for hardships." Zhou Yang, this is your two-year practice in Shanghai? You can really reassure me. ”

Zhou Yang sat in place, motionless.

The old man walked up to Zhou Yang, put his hand on Zhou Yang's shoulder, and said to Zhou Yang: "This time Sun Youbo must die, but if you listen to me and agree to the marriage with the girl of the Huangfu family, you can't kill for a hundred days before marriage, and this can also spare his life." If you want to, you will agree, and if you will not, you will leave. It doesn't matter which woman you like when you go to Shanghai, I don't care. As long as you have the ability to let them follow you, I will bless you as a grandfather. ”

This time, the cold sweat on Zhou Yang's body all condensed into droplets, soaking his clothes. It turned out that the old man was waiting for him here. Zhou Yang lowered his head, looked at his fist, and then looked at the sweat in his palm. The old man walked up to him and sat down again. With an uncommon smile, he looked at Zhou Yang and said: "Your parents died early, I raised you as a grandfather, and now you are not young, there are some things that need to be decided by yourself, I am sixty-eight years old this year, how many years can I help you?" I have helped you plan your future, whether you want to go or not, and how far you can go, is up to you. ”

The old man's words of conscience made Zhou Yang completely unsure of what to do.

In the evening, the old man asked the housekeeper to ask a woman who knew how to cook peasant dishes to make a table of home-cooked dishes, and from the yard in the backyard took out a bottle of daughter red that had been hidden for thirty years. As soon as the bottle is opened, you can smell it from afar. The wine was fragrant, but the old man only poured two glasses. Hand Zhou Yang a glass, keep a cup for himself, take a sip carefully, grinned and said, "This wine was hidden underground by myself thirty years ago. Now that I can drink it again, it proves that my goal of the past 30 years has also been accomplished, and I have hidden a total of 100 bottles, one cup a day, about ten years of drinking, and it is more than enough to hold my grandson. ”

Zhou Yang looked at his daughter Hong in front of him, picked up the wine, and drank it with a tilt of his neck. The wine that has been hidden for thirty years is not small, and Zhou Yang feels drunk as soon as he eats a little food. I fell asleep in bed, and when I woke up, it was four o'clock in the morning. As soon as the haze cleared and the moon was cold, Zhou Yang put on his clothes and came to the yard, urinated under the tree, felt empty, sat on the steps and lit a cigarette, and took a puff of choked cough.

After sitting for a while, it felt a little cold.

He got up and went back to the house, sat down at the desk, and took out a diary from the desk, which he would write down every time he hurt Yao Jing and An Hui. Now that I look at it, the diary is already full of writing. Writing down today's events, Zhou Yang closed the diary, picked up his porcelain tea jar and brought himself a cup of tea, and made some special red robes. This tea is produced so little a year that you can't buy it. All of them were supplied to the sea, and the old man knew that he liked to drink this, so he put some at home. Zhou Yang drank the special red robe in a porcelain tea jar, and he didn't feel strange.

After drinking a jar of tea, Zhou Yang put down the tea jar.

Snorted and left the house with the diary. Let the driver Lao Chen take him to the airport at night, let his buddies help buy a ticket to Cambridge on the way, get on the plane at eight o'clock in the morning, eat breakfast on the plane, and Zhou Yang put on an eye mask to sleep. woke up and came to London, took a car to Cambridge Town, and waited until he arrived at the gate of Cambridge University, Zhou Yang took out his mobile phone to contact An Hui.

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhou Yang said, "Sister, I'm at the gate of your school, come out." ”

An Hui ran out of the school in her pajamas, and when she saw Zhou Yang coming from thousands of miles, she was indescribably excited. Zhou Yang rushed up and held An Hui in his arms. An Hui brought Zhou Yang to her dormitory, her roommate happened to be absent today, and the girl's dormitory was very delicate and small. As soon as he arrived in the dormitory, Zhou Yang was like a beast, pressing An Hui down on the bed, kissing Sister An Hui's neck, taking off Sister An Hui's clothes, and seeing An Hui's two small steamed buns that were growing slowly, Sister An Hui blushed and let Zhou Yang take off her clothes.

Zhou Yang swallowed his saliva, stripped himself naked, knelt tremblingly in front of Sister An Hui, parted Sister An Hui's legs, and asked for Sister An Hui's body. Both of them are the first time, and An Hui hurts a lot, but her natural temperament makes her not cry pain. Zhou Yang is also the first time, he doesn't know how to give the woman in his arms the taste of entering the clouds, only knows that Lu Dao is moving vigorously, and in less than three minutes, Zhou Yang handed in the first homework of his life.

An Hui blushed and lay in Zhou Yang's arms.

In the end, it was the first time, and in less than five minutes, Zhou Yang lay on An Hui's body again.

This time, Zhou Yang finally gave a little strength, and it took seven minutes to lose. However, An Hui is also the first time, and her body is more sensitive, so she barely tastes a little comfortable. After eating the marrow and knowing the taste, after this thing has the first time, it is like eating Xuanmai with a little bunting, and it can't be stopped at all. Zhou Yang didn't care about An Hui's just breaking melon, and asked her five times in one day.

After the last day, Zhou Yang lay on An Hui's body, panting and said, "Sister, I won't marry you." ”

"Sister Zhilu said." An Hui said silently.

Zhou Yang hesitated, and in the end he could only remain silent, lying in An Hui's arms without speaking.

An Hui hugged Zhou Yang, and said with a slightly mature smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yang! My sister has been waiting for this day for eight years. ”