Walking on the noisy streets, looking at the noisy traffic, Wang Feng originally didn't like to be lively, but now it is the opposite.

When I came out of Li Xue's house, I felt that my body and mind were released, which can be regarded as an apology to my mother.

"Wang Feng!" Suddenly, a very loud voice came from behind him.

Slowly turned his head, and saw a man in a fiery red suit and black sunglasses, who was just over one meter six meters tall, and looked very funny.

In his memory, he didn't remember that there was such a person, he thought it was a duplicate name, and ignored it.

"Wang Feng, you stinky boy." The people behind him ran and panted and rushed over to Wang Feng's side.

"What?" Wang Feng's face was expressionless, and his voice was flat and indifferent.

"You kid, you're still not a good brother." Then the man punched Wang Feng and took off his black sunglasses, revealing his small Kazlan eyes.

After seeing his face, Wang Feng frowned at first, and then it was flat.

The memory came directly, his name was Qian Yuanbao, he was the youngest son of the village chief of Fenghuang Village, and later because the village chief was promoted, the family moved to the city, and then there was no news.

I really didn't expect to meet in such a way after many years.

"Why are you back?" Wang Feng asked.

To be honest, Wang Feng doesn't have many good friends, and even his college roommates have long since parted ways and lived different lives.

And Qian Yuanbao is a childhood playmate, a childhood memory, and a childhood confidant.

"I just miss you, brother." Although he didn't have much expression or change in language, Wang Feng knew that his sudden return was by no means so simple.

"I heard that you opened a clinic, you kid can!"

No matter how many years have passed, he still looks like a ruffian.

"So-so to make ends meet." Wang Feng said.

Qian Yuanbao let out a long sigh, his face sank, he was about the same age as Wang Feng, but now he was no different from a man in his thirties, and the beard on his face was messy.

"Let's go, let's find a place to drink."

Then the two found a barbecue stall and ordered a lot of beer and barbecue.

When he was in the fairy world, Wang Feng was simply a wine jar, and he liked to drink two sips when he had nothing to do, especially the once-in-a-century peach blossom brew was Wang Feng's favorite, and it seemed that he couldn't drink it now.

"Why don't you drink it?" Qian Yuanbao asked, taking a sip of beer and a sip of kidneys, not to mention how energetic he was.

Looking at this cup of yellow liquid, Wang Feng naturally couldn't swallow it, he really didn't know what was strange in this world.

"Not interested." Wang Feng responded, watching Qian Yuanbao in front of him eating skewers, especially the aroma, which was really tangy.

Take a bite of the skewers in front of you, and it really tastes good.

After a while, Qian Yuanbao was a little unconscious.

"Xiaofeng, do you know why I haven't contacted you all these years." I saw that his face was flushed, he was full of alcohol, and his eyes were even more squinted, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or awake.

"My Qian Yuanbao has always been the only good brother of you."

He said this on his lips, who knows whether it is true or false in his heart, after all, he went to a big place, and the people and things he saw were completely different.

"A few years ago, my father was promoted, we went to the city, and then my father was in prison, and his life plummeted, and no one can understand what I have suffered all these years." After finishing speaking, Qian Yuanbao sighed again.

As the saying goes, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and it is bright and beautiful on the surface, but it is a different sadness in private.