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The little girl was half-squatting, her hands on the pet tank, her eyes flustered.

Her hair is half dry and half wet, like a hanging willow silk holding a delicate jing, and because of the narrow face, her eyes are even more round, and her sparkling eyes are full of water at any time, vivid and shy.

The moisture penetrated the neckline of her cotton-white nightdress, and her collarbones supported a sharp and thin arc, and the calves and ankles exposed under the skirt were like jade and porcelain.

Zhang Rong will notice her weak beauty, but she doesn't like it.

She is still young, her appearance is unshaped, and she is already three points similar to Lu Qing. He remembered that Lu Qing was doing a little low-lying pretentiousness when he looked at the face, no matter how he looked at it, it was a hypocritical mask, and because of the influence of a little alcohol, his tone at the moment was also extremely bad.

Lu Yinong stood up straight and stood still like a penalty stand.

"And what do I call you?" Her low voice trembled, and her face was too thin to hold back a reluctant smile.

"Zhang Ronghui," the alcohol did not fade at night, his eyes were hot, he leaned back uncomfortably, closed his eyes, "call me Zhang Ronghui in the future." โ€

Before meeting me in person, Lu Yinong also had secret expectations for this brother.

She had seen a picture of Zhang Ronghui on her uncle's desk, when he was about twelve or thirteen years old, the young man was handsome at the beginning of his eyes, he was tall in a black suit and white shirt, he was holding the trophy in one hand, the silver-haired and blue-eyed old man patted him on the shoulder and laughed, and the fans around him were flooding.

And he looked out of the camera, his eyes tired, and his smile was faint and almost nothing.

Lu Yinong later passed Baidu, which was a very heavyweight piano competition award, and even appeared in the newspaper in China.

At that time, the boy was proud and full of flowers, but he didn't seem so happy.

โ€œA certain amount of care or pain or trouble is necessary for every man at all times. A ship without a ballast is unstable and will not go straight. Schopenhauer.โ€ โ‘ 

In the afternoon of the alternation of autumn and winter, it was extremely peaceful, Lu Yinong held his chin and flipped through the book, and the English pronunciation whispered to Su Shenzhen was very clear at this moment. They sat at a long table in a sunny corner, surrounded by vinyl records and original English books from Su's private collection.

When I went out this time, it was Lu Yinong who took the initiative to invite Su Shenzhen. The affluent life provided by Lu Qing made her no longer confined to material constraints, but fell into spiritual barrenness without a common language with the people around her.

She didn't know where to make up for it, so she could only turn to Su Shenzhen for help.

When Su Shenzhen received the call, she was quite interested, and agreed without hesitation, inviting her to come to her home for self-study on the weekend, and choose a few books for her by the way.

She shuttled through the bookshelves, found the corresponding position skillfully, stood on tiptoe, and took "Pride and Prejudice", plus the three or four copies in her arms, stacked them thickly.

"These are my initiation books, and I've turned them over many times. The plot that you can't read can be accompanied by a movie, and you can learn it while killing time. โ€

Su Shenzhen is 1.72 meters tall, wearing an autumn and winter skirt with thick white stockings, and her legs are still as thin as chopsticks.

The two walked to the table side by side holding the book, Su Shenzhen said: "Reading is reasonable, the most important thing is to keep an open mind." Although the general high school department is not as active as the international department requires, the club still exercises many abilities. I have a friend on the radio station, and I said that the number of people should be recruited new. You have so few extracurricular activities, would you like to try it? โ€

Lu Yinong felt that his qualifications were mediocre, and subconsciously refused: "How can I do it?" I didn't study it professionally. โ€

"I can do it, you are beautiful, and your Mandarin is standard enough, can you do it?"

She held the book with one hand, and with the other hand, she circled Lu Yinong's shoulder and shook it, "I'll teach you next week, you can broadcast it anonymously, and it's not known if it's messed up." Don't be afraid. โ€

Lu Yinong stayed at Su Shenzhen's house until five o'clock in the afternoon, and did not say goodbye until Lu Qing came to pick him up.

Lu Qing's first visit to her mother-in-law didn't seem to be very good, her uncle went to Hong Kong on a business trip a few days after eating that meal, she came back from the Zhang family's old house and was very silent for a few days, and when she received Lu Yinong, she took her to the International Trade Center to swipe her card crazily, and some didn't, buying a bunch of clothes and shoes that may never be worn.

After the hard work, facing the night, Lu Qing drove her home, Lu Yinong secretly looked at her from the rearview mirror with milk tea in his hand, the street lamp was glowing yellow, Lu Qing took off his sunglasses between the traffic lights, and his thin left elbow was on the car window, supporting his face. Her tiredness and reluctance were not hidden in this moment.

When they arrived home, they met a Porsche head-on and drove out of the door, and the driver at home did not use this car, it was Zhang Ronghui's private car.

Lu Qing lowered the window, honked the horn to say hello, and the car on the opposite side braked unhurriedly, revealing a face with shaved eyebrows, lip nails, and full of confusion.

"Yo, Auntie. I'm here to help my brother get a car, the road is so wide, it doesn't stand in your way, right? โ€

The man was in his early twenties, and it was really ridiculous to call twenty-five-year-old Lu Qing an aunt.

In the middle of the promotion, he saw the co-pilot's looming road under the darkness of the night, she was wearing a milky yellow sweater, tied her ball head, holding milk tea, and her temperament was as soft as a milk candy. He looked over with great interest, put the fingers of his right hand together, and made a frivolous kiss.

Lu Yinong glanced at her aunt with some unease, unsure if she had also noticed this scene. The sunglasses hid Lu Qing's emotions, she had a cold expression, and she turned the direction a little and drove directly in.

Zhang Rong will not go home, but fox friends and dog friends come very often. Drive a car, or take a cigarette or alcohol on the way, and treat Zhang's house as a warehouse and often enter and exit. The person who came today is called Cheng Min, and Lu Yinong has bumped into it a few times before.

He has a bad temper and his mouth is not dry or clean. When you encounter the road, you always have to flirt with two sentences, and you speak frivolously and debauched.

She had never faced such a complicated person, nor had she faced the desires of adult โ–กโ–ก, but she felt that his eyes were dirty and vile, and disgusting.

The car drove into the parking space, and Lu Qing pushed the car door.

"Auntie." Lu Yinong unbuckled his seat belt and trotted after her to the trunk.

"Can you tell my uncle not to let them come all the time? These people go in and out, and they do not register what they take. Who's to blame if something is missing one day? โ€

Lu Qing picked up the shopping bag and just sneered: "Don't feel distressed about your own things, what's the matter with us?" โ€

She instructed Lu Yinong: "This is Zhang Ronghui's home, he has friends who are coming, we can't stop him." Don't be overly eventful. โ€

Don't be overly eventful. It was the first thing Lu Qing taught her in Zhang's house, and it was also the most important criterion.

Eight p.m., Zesus livehouse.

Zhang Rong rushed to the paper the night before the meeting, stayed up all night, and fell asleep on the sofa when he arrived at the place, and when he was woken up, the warm-up singer had just come on stage to debug the equipment, and Wang Jiajin sat next to him, squinting his eyes and laughing vigorously.

"Recently, there have been rumors that you have soaked in a communication university department to spend night singing, and now I see that the rumors are true."

Light sleep was suddenly interrupted, and his brain was dizzy for a while, Zhang Rong stretched out his hand to take the hot towel in the tray, propped his elbows on his knees, covered his face and rubbed it vigorously a few times to wake up, and after a while, he turned his head and asked, "What Communication University?" โ€

"Pretend!" Wang Jiajin hugged his shoulder, "Your five 5-year-old Pamei is waiting at the south gate of Communication University every day, so who can't see the wind?" โ€

"Chang Er also howled at me today, saying that he picked up his sister a few days ago to see your car, and he ignored the greetings. Ask me if my sister-in-law is hidden by the immortals, when will she bring it out to meet? โ€

Zhang Rong frowned, and it happened that Cheng Min came in shaking his head, and he beckoned him to come.

"Brother Hui, the car has just been brought over from Xiqueshan, and I will send it for maintenance tomorrow." Cheng Min has a hippie smile.

Zhang Rong would throw down the towel, point his finger on the pitch-black countertop, and ask very directly: "I heard that you have been running hard at Communication University recently?" โ€

Cheng Min smiled for a moment, and quickly reacted: "Yes, Yuqian Street said that there was a new Maverick, which accelerated to 100 kilometers in 3.2 seconds, and invited me to go to the staff officer." The piece is next to each other. โ€

Wang Jiajin understood what was going on, and Zhang Ronghui didn't speak for two or three seconds.

The air was silent for a few seconds, and his eyelids moved for a long time: "Hmm." Go to the bar. โ€

Cheng Min secretly exhaled and left with a sigh of relief.

"That's it?" Wang Jiajin took Zhilanzhou and turned it around his fingertips, "What if it gets dirty in your car?" Don't want the car? โ€

"He doesn't have the guts yet." Zhang Rong will still know him.

The empty seats around were gradually filled, and the female singers on the stage began to warm up the jazz music "Lullaby of Birdland", and the lingering female voice was a little different from the sweetness of the original song, and it was as light as a feather scraping into the ears.

Wang Jiajin did not delay in flirting with his eyebrows on the same stage, humming and lighting a cigarette with a smile: "Drive your car all over the city, he is already very bold." โ€

"It's just a pickle girl, you can do whatever you want, it's just more than burning two tanks of oil."

bothered about inconsequential things, he only felt annoyed: "I've been too tired lately, and he has also been busy with Ah Zheng's affairs, so he won't be ugly for this little thing." โ€

The waiter brought the wine, Cheng Min was nowhere to be seen, the Wang family picked up a bottle of wine and handed it to him, and took a bottle in his hand, and said meaningfully: "This is a person who doesn't know how to restrain, he is a dog in front of you, and he may not be a wolf in front of others." Beware of the day when you use your name to cause trouble, and don't plant it in his hands. โ€

Zhang Ronghui didn't pick up the topic again, picked up the wine bottle and touched it with him.

It was midnight after a drink, and the female singer who got off the stage was still waiting to be transferred, and Zhang Rong would stay up for a few nights to go back to rest first.

At one o'clock in the morning, the elevated air was empty, Cheng Min drove the car, and Zhang Ronghui, who had been sitting in the co-pilot for a long time, moved and adjusted his sitting posture.

His eyes didn't open.

"I'm going to Hong Kong this weekend for a month. There is a buddy who does vehicle import and export trade in Changning Port, and when I come back, you can pick one you like. โ€

Cheng Min's heart jumped, and the fanatical ecstasy only erupted after realizing it, but he still suppressed the joy in his heart that was enough to explode, and said very humbly: "No need to brother, I don't need it." โ€

Cheng Min's family conditions are average, Beicheng sits on the ground, his parents are working-class, he has been unable to study since he was a child, but he likes cars, loves to study, and his family often goes to the car shop if he has no conditions.

Later, Zhang Ronghui, who met by chance, helped him change two cars, and seized the opportunity to saddle the horse and be a follower, so he reluctantly played with Zhang Ronghui and them.

Zhang Rong would know that he was just polite, his eyes were closed, and he didn't bother to say much: "You yourself have to take a look at it recently." I'm not here, and you're resting. This car was put back to my house after maintenance, and it has not been moved recently. โ€

Cheng Min replied very calmly: "Okay, Brother Hui." โ€