While the two were chatting and laughing, Zhao Guodong saw Han Dong and Fang Ziquan, and Wang Fei and the young man who had just turned pale and walked over together.

"Brother Zhao, you are afraid you don't know me anymore, right? I'm one year lower than you."

He was wearing a very trendy T-shirt. It seemed that Gu Zhichang was really a fat man as the deputy director of logistics infrastructure. He had three A leather shoes under his feet and a sunflower logo on the T-shirt, which seemed to be a French brand Mengtejiao, but he was a little thin, like a bamboo pole hanging on a clothes.

"Gu Xiaofeng, right? I have some impression. I haven't returned to the factory for a long time, and many people don't recognize it." If it weren't for Wang Fei's introduction before, Zhao Guodong would definitely not remember this person, but now his father is the deputy factory director, and Zhao Guodong feels that there is no need to offend people.

The young man was obviously very happy that Zhao Guodong could remember him. He was busy spreading a bag of long red towers in his hand, "Brother Zhao still thinks of me? I just depended on Brother Zhao."

"Where did we go? At least we are from the factory, so can outsiders be stubborn here?" Zhao Guodong waved his hand to signal that he would not smoke, but heard a loud noise at the door of the dance hall, and several tall figures rushed in.

Several people were nervous. When they looked carefully, they saw that Zhao Deshan was the one who was leading the charge, carrying a thick steel pipe in his hand, and ran forward fiercely, "Brother, Is there someone on Jiangmiao Street coming to make trouble for you?"

Zhao Guodong's face suddenly sank, "Get back! I'm here, it's your turn? What do you want to do in this way? Do you cause trouble for me?"

Zhao Deshan then remembered his elder brother's identity. Who dared to be arrogant from the criminal police team? He held the stick and wasn't he embarrassed me?

Zhao Deshan was embarrassed and was about to take a few friends behind him away. Gu Xiaofeng had already met him, and the raindrops on the Hongta Mountain were spilling out, "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao's second brother is here to help you no matter how he said."

Ma Zhengkui also came over, "Guodong, Deshan is also in good intentions."

Zhao Guodong's face looked a little better, "Help? He just needs to not help me. This is the world of the Communist Party. He wants to drill into the class room with a knife and stick."

Illuminated the smoke and took a beautiful breath. The taste of Hongta Mountain is indeed not comparable to that of people like Jiaxiu Huangguoshu. Zhao Deshan knew that he was indeed not suitable for staying here at this time, so he quickly said hello to the few people and slipped out.

"Guodong, only you can control your Deshan. Now even your father can't control it." Seeing that Zhao Deshan was like a gentle kitten in front of Zhao Guodong, he didn't even dare to say anything more, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "You have to control your Deshan tightly. Over the past year, he has nothing to do, so he took a group of children in the factory to travel around and interact with those people on Jiangmiao Street."

Zhao Guodong nodded, "Thank you, Brother Ma. I'm back now and have time. With me here, he dares?!"

"Oh, the factory has no recruitment. If Deshan can enter the factory and have a class, it may be a matter." Ma Zhengkui shook his head, "Guodong, why don't you bring him to your joint defense team to do it."

"He has never even been a soldier, so I'm afraid he can't do it." There are only a few soldiers in the factory every year, and he is in a bloody battle. He can't leave without a strong relationship. After all, you can get a formal job by returning to the factory.

The originally harmonious atmosphere was destroyed by Zhao Deshan and a group of people. When Kong Yue and Han Dong said goodbye to Zhao Guodong, Zhao Guodong was really reluctant to leave, but the house was omniscient and tactful. On behalf of Zhao Guodong, he invited Kong Yue and Han Dong to play with Zhao Guodong. Kong Yue and Han Dong both agreed readily.

After saying hello to a group of classmates, Zhao Guodong also went home. Zhao Guodong was a little excited when he returned home and lay in bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. The factory only had three rooms at home, one room for his parents. Although his elder sister Zhao Lingshan also had a single dormitory, she rarely lived there, so she occupied one room, and the remaining one room became the dormitory of the four brothers.

Fortunately, Zhao Guodong has been studying outside and has lived in the unit for a lot of time after graduation. The fourth son Zhao Changchuan and the fifth son Zhao Yunhai are all living in the school, so they just came here to join us.

Today, Zhao Changchuan and Zhao Yunhai were back, and the four beds were still as high and low as before. Zhao Guodong and Zhao Changchuan were the same, and Zhao Deshan and Zhao Yunhai were the same. However, the lower bunk of the next bed was still idle now, so Zhao Deshan didn't know when he would come back.

Zhao Guodong didn't know when he fell asleep, but he just felt that this sleep was very fragrant and long, looking like decades. Countless dreams appeared in his mind in one night, passing by like a sudden glance.

In the hazy daze, Zhao Guodong heard someone talking, "Have Guodong got up yet?"

"Wait for him to sleep a little longer. Anyway, he probably didn't sleep well in the detective team on Sunday."

"It's almost lunch, why don't he let him have a meal and then take a nap."

"Wait a little longer."

After a while of footsteps, the room became quiet.

Zhao Guodong turned over and sat up, his underwear was wet under his crotch, which was so uncomfortable. Who were those women in his memory? In addition to Tang Jin, there seemed to be many other women. It seemed that this physiological phenomenon had not been seen for a long time. Zhao Guodong shook his head. What's going on?

Because the curtains were not opened in the room, Zhao Guodong looked dark. He sat on the bed in a daze. Did he have a dream or what happened? He looked at his body carefully, and his underwear was still the old-fashioned white shorts in his memory. Oh, no, no, are you dreaming now?

In a daze, broken memories seemed to slowly be connected. Last night's dream was like a long and delicate scene drama, floating in my mind bit by bit. Zhao Guodong was surprised to find that how could this dream be so real and profound, so profound that everything happened to him?

Zhao Guodong tried hard to make his memory clearer, but the dream seemed to be like a dream and a real dream just left a rope connecting the memory. The broken memories were suspended on the rope, but more things seemed to appear and appear in the mist.

Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to calm himself down so that he could remember everything in his dream, but it seemed not that easy.

Zhao Guodong looked at the color paintings with a calendar on the wall, and then looked at the watch in his hand. It was a Japanese double lion automatic watch with a calendar. It took Zhao Guodong two months' salary. Yes, everything was the same. Did I really have a dream?
Chapter completed!