There were still more than 100 meters to go, so Yang Jingxing began to slow down the car, almost idling, to buy time to bargain with the girl: "Let me take you in, and I promise not to disturb the public."

He Peiyuan shook her head: "No."

Yang Jingxing said to be more specific: "I promise not to let your parents find out, and I also don't let Grandma Xiang find out."

He Peiyuan shook her head firmly: "No."

Yang Jingxing had many plans: "Can I park the car and walk in with you?"

He Peiyuan looked at Yang Jingxing and became a little impatient: "If you say no, you can't!"

Yang Jingxing asked again: "Then can I follow you quietly to escort me? I promise not to let you find out."

He Peiyuan actually tried to reason with the gangster: "Have you ever heard of monkeys in the Himalayas?"

Yang Jingxing had an idea: "Yes, why didn't I think of it... I want to tell you something, something very serious and very important. You must remember that you must not think about me before you go to bed."

He Peiyuan's expression seemed to be that she had seen a new level of rogue again, but after a brief shock, she made a strong statement: "Don't worry, I won't miss you at all."

Yang Jingxing was happy: "Then let me take you home."

He Peiyuan tilted her head slightly outward, as if she was a little bit unreasonable because she regretted going back on her word: "Even if I miss you, I still miss you for being so neurotic, so annoying, so excessive, so... too many to count!"

Yang Jingxing asked: "Is there any room to restore the image?"

"No!" He Peiyuan was decisive, but immediately hesitated: "One thing, no... Anyway, if you keep doing this, don't make me hate you to the bone."

Yang Jingxing was even surprised: "Is it just one step away from being filled with hatred? There's no way to save it. I don't care."

"Yang Jingxing!" He Peiyuan had no choice but to frighten her.

Yang Jingxing didn't seem to be afraid anymore, hey: "Such a large area does not belong to He Peiyuan's family. I want to go in and take a look, okay?"

He Peiyuan gasped, then narrowed her eyes again and smiled: "You go, I won't go, I will go home after you leave."

Yang Jingxing seemed to be at a temporary disadvantage: "...Forget it, I'll watch it next time."

He Peiyuan almost hummed, her chin obviously proud, but she soon became panicked: "Stop...will you stop!?"

Yang Jingxing lectured him righteously: "How late are you still not going home? Why are you angry with me?"

"Stop!" He Peiyuan almost reached out to the steering wheel: "My mother must be waiting for me!"

Yang Jingxing stepped on the brakes and stopped a few meters inside the gate.

He Peiyuan quickly picked up her bag and prepared to get off the car while complaining: "It's easy to turn around here, isn't it?"

What Yang Jingxing was thinking was: "No, why should I be afraid of your mother?"

He Peiyuan also thought for a moment and rolled her eyes: "Because you have a guilty conscience."

"Why?" Yang Jingxing was still confused: "I was very nervous when I met your parents that day. It's strange, isn't it?"

He Peiyuan hummed: "Don't be so hypocritical."

Yang Jingxing looked unsure: "I made no mistakes that day, right? Please help me think about it..."

He Peiyuan didn't: "You have a beautiful idea."

Yang Jingxing had seen the world, so he stabilized his position as quickly as possible: "You wait for a while, I will prepare."

"What are you preparing for?" He Peiyuan became worried again.

Yang Jingxing thought: "If your mother finds out, should I explain why it's so late... How did you tell your family?"

"I said my friends were going shopping." He Peiyuan frowned as she said this: "You don't need to explain, I'll get off the car!"

Yang Jingxing asked, "Did you say anything about me?" He looked helplessly.

He Peiyuan said arrogantly: "No!"

Yang Jingxing was still a little disappointed: "Hmph... In your mother's eyes, I don't know what kind of prince or noble you should marry."

He Peiyuan burst out laughing, her neck shrinking, but she quickly restrained her voice. However, she couldn't control her facial muscles well, which caused her smile to wrinkle on her lips. The most difficult thing was her eyes, which made her laugh and stare at the same time: "My mother is

No!" His chin was tilted in anger.

Yang Jingxing was so generous: "Okay, let's each take a step back from this matter and we won't mention it again."

Before the other party finished speaking, He Peiyuan put on an angry look, then thought and judged, and quickly came to the correct conclusion: "It doesn't matter whether you mention it or not. It doesn't matter whether you are your mother or mine. You can't fight with eight sticks."

However, Yang Jingxing's goal was achieved, and he was very lucky. A car was already honking his horn behind him, and he pretended to be dissatisfied: "Why bother? It's true."

He Peiyuan couldn't stop the driver from moving forward to give way. She was so angry: "You did it on purpose!"

Yang Jingxing felt aggrieved: "What should I do? I won't let you be a neighbor."

He Peiyuan stopped arguing and looked around carefully. The road in this old community was not wide, and there were many cars parked casually on the roadside, but there was always room. He Peiyuan quickly saw: "On the left, can

Get out of the way!"

Yang Jingxing was very obedient, turning the steering wheel quickly and barely squeezing into the nook.

"Bye!" He Peiyuan opened the door hurriedly, but not recklessly, because the car door was almost close to the flower bed on the roadside.

"Don't be anxious." Yang Jingxing advised: "Wait until I let you out."

"No need." He Peiyuan was confident in her figure, not to mention that she could really squeeze out through the crack in the door.

Yang Jingxing also turned off the engine and got out of the car. Seeing He Peiyuan getting out of the car with great difficulty and moving out from the gap between the cars, he gloated: "Why bother, her skirt is stained."

He Peiyuan felt relaxed: "Okay... just go back and be careful. I can't take the responsibility."

Yang Jingxing closed the door and locked the car, and looked around: "It was about this time the night before yesterday, and I parked a little ahead. It's a pity that I was really guilty at the time and didn't take a closer look."

He Peiyuan felt regretful: "If there had been a patrol, I would have caught you."

Yang Jingxing was not worried: "You have to save me. Let's go, show me. It's 18 years, 1992, the place where Yuanyuan grew up and lived for 18 years."

He Peiyuan, however, was well prepared and said simply and neatly: "No." She turned away her face.

Yang Jingxing looked serious: "I want to know and feel what Puhai was like eighteen years ago, and I want inspiration. You have the most say, and you have witnessed the changes of this place over the past eighteen years day and night."

He Peiyuan suggested: "You should find out from them."

"Is there still time?" Consultant Yang was very anxious: "We are here, can you put aside your personal grudges first?"

He Peiyuan persisted, not compromising or bothering to argue.

Yang Jingxing also put on an exaggerated pose with his head held high and his chest high, and he turned sideways to compose the picture towards He Peiyuan, forming a picture that was close to the aesthetics of an idol drama. But it seemed to have no effect, and the girl ignored it. Yang Jingxing walked to the middle of the road with his hands in his trouser pockets.

He seemed to have more temperament and aura: "...Let everyone who comes by see that this psychopath is known to He Peiyuan."

He Peiyuan stamped her feet: "You said you wouldn't force me!" But she lowered her voice, obviously still afraid of embarrassment.

Yang Jingxing was embarrassed: "I'm not doing it out of selfish desire, it's for work and art."

He Peiyuan took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay, then keep one meter away from me!"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "No problem."

He Peiyuan didn't finish her sentence: "Don't let my parents find out."

Yang Jingxing: "You think I'm not afraid."

He Peiyuan smiled a little: "...You are not allowed to go downstairs in my house."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "As long as I can see you going upstairs."

He Peiyuan was too lazy to pursue these details and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible: "Let's go, hurry up!"

Yang Jingxing beamed with joy and immediately started working: "Why are the exterior walls here different?"

Tour guide He looked like a tourist who has rejected all shopping and consumption suggestions: "It will be repaired later, a few years later."

Yang Jingxing asked again: "The specific date when your family moved here..."

"The end of 1992." He Peiyuan continued to be dissatisfied.

Yang Jingxing nodded and calculated: "Kindergarten class?"

"Yeah." He Peiyuan was so short and stingy with even one word.

Yang Jingxing guessed: "It's also a kindergarten in the factory?"

He Peiyuan was disgusted: "If you know, you still ask."

Yang Jingxing didn't know: "Is it far?"

He Peiyuan pointed to the building that was built a few years later: "It's over there. It used to be the dormitory building in the factory, like the Tongzi Building... My parents got married here." When talking about her parents, the girl's tone became much better.

.

It turned out to be an old dormitory building with only two floors. He Peiyuan still remembers the situation at that time. The first floor was better, with a relatively open place to cook, and a table outside the house to eat. He Peiyuan’s father had many friends. He Weidong at that time

I also loved drinking and smoking, but of course I have given up smoking now.

In He Peiyuan's view, her father is a very loyal person. He has many friends who have remained friends for twenty or thirty years until now. It's just that birds of a feather flock together. He Peiyuan said: "...they all don't do well."

Yang Jingxing thought: "Maybe your dad and his family are the kind of people who are not suitable for success in that era. It is a relatively special era."

He Peiyuan seemed to have feelings: "State-owned enterprises... My father has a very good brother. He is a very nice person. His surname is Zhou. He works in refinement management. He went to Japan to study. He is a very good technical talent. Just because of his work, he is responsible for

They beat me on the head. It wasn't really that serious, but I was sentenced to eight years... which is almost a lifetime. Many people in the factory were heartbroken at that time."
To be continued...