The other party's words made Tong Xian unable to hold on any longer: "Really, that's great." After saying that, he turned around and left.
General Meng grabbed him and said with a slightly ungrateful smile: "I'm just kidding you. I have nothing and I'm old, who would want to follow me?"
"Then why don't you go back?" Tong Xian shook off his hand and asked him coldly. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the empty sleeve on his left side. "How could this happen?" Tong Xian asked him screaming.
He smiled bitterly: "I don't want to go back in such a mess, and I don't want to drag you down."
"You idiot..." Tong Guiren couldn't bear it anymore, leaned on his chest and sobbed softly.
After comforting him for a long time, Tong Xian stopped crying. They walked towards the depths of the garden, and he asked curiously: "Who was that just now?"
Tong Xian was startled, and because of her guilty conscience, she hesitated to speak: "Oh...then...that's Zhao Xiong's son."
His eyes lit up, he raised his eyebrows and exclaimed: "Zhao Changyuan? This kid is very promising now, like thunder." No wonder he felt that he looked familiar. Zhao Xiong was like this when he was young, fair, tall, and with simple eyes.
"Isn't it..." Tong Xian's expression became more and more unnatural when he heard his former male god praising his current male god so much.
The other party also saw something different in his expression and asked calmly: "You seem to have a good relationship?"
After all, Tong Xian was Lao Jianghu. In just a moment, he found an excuse to excuse himself: "Hey, you misunderstood. He usually calls me uncle, eldest uncle, short uncle. He is a half-year-old child." He said it lightly now, but he didn't say it either.
I know who was so angry that he almost cried on the spot when he heard someone call him uncle. "By the way, why are you here?" He changed the topic at the right time.
"I am now doing some odd jobs here to make ends meet."
Tong Xian rubbed his arm and said with some distress: "General Meng, you have suffered..."
The other party smiled calmly and said loudly: "I am no longer a general. If you think highly of me, just call me Brother Meng, or just call me by my first name."
"Brother Meng."
At this time, Zhao Changyuan had returned to the room and happily opened the lid of the soup cup. The smile on his face instantly disappeared. "This damn child!" He yelled in a broken voice, and took a few white glutinous rice balls. Now,
It had already merged into a chaotic mess in front of his eyes...
People who flew across the ocean from the warm south of China to New York are almost unable to adapt to the severe cold here. They push their suitcases and add all kinds of clothes to their bodies along the way.
Jack's eyes scanned everyone's face, hoping to quickly find that familiar face. The Jiang Haoran in his memory was a typical oriental handsome man. He always had a neat buzzcut, a lean shorts outfit, and a steady pace.
He was very big, with a very straight waist, and in short, very handsome and energetic. So even in the New York airport where there were so many foreign beauties and handsome men, Jack recognized him at a glance. Although at this time, Jiang Haoran had unprecedentedly long hair.
The earlobe.
"Henry! Here!" Jack saw that his eyes were wandering among the crowd for a long time without seeing him, so he waved to him and shouted.
Jiang Haoran followed the sound and looked over, finally finding the little Chinese man among the blond hair and blue eyes.
Jack greeted him and bumped his fists, then teased him with a boastful tone: "Dude, he's even more handsome. At first glance, I thought Kimura Takuya's younger brother had entered the country!"
When the two of them left the airport, the cold wind immediately hit their faces. "They say the earth is getting warmer, but it still freezes people into dogs." Jack complained as he tightened his coat and led Jiang Haoran quickly towards his house.
The little Buick walked away.
After getting in the car, closing the door, Jiang Haoran took off his leather gloves and asked, "Are we going to the hospital?"
Jack smiled: "Hey, don't look at what time it is now. Dr. Van has already got off work. Let's go eat first."
Due to the temperature difference, jet lag and anxiety, Jiang Haoran, who was originally cheerful and humorous, became a bit dull. Fortunately, he has a deep friendship with Jack, so there is no need to hold on in front of him.
The highway was boring and long, and the people next to him were listless and didn't talk much. Jack opened the CD casually, and the clear and melodious sound of guitar floated out from the corner of the car. "I still remember your pure appearance at the airport in LA last summer, holding a bouquet of flowers.
Keep looking at the arrival hall, afraid that I will disappear next to you..."
Yuan Weiren's vicissitudes of voice sang to this point, and Jiang Haoran suddenly laughed: "Where are the flowers?"
Jack also suddenly felt that the lyrics were a bit ridiculous for the occasion, and he held the steering wheel and laughed. "Flowers? Haha! If your 6D long-legged sister comes, I will hold flowers and kneel to greet you! You will be spared.
Bar."
Jiang Haoran's smile suddenly became bitter, and he finally said with certainty: "Okay, I will bring her here next summer and let you kneel down to pick her up."
Jack looked at his side face, but the handsome curve was full of melancholy. The person who used to love to laugh and be full of vitality seemed to have been drained of all warmth. As his best buddy in junior high and high school, he treated him
I really sympathize with her experience. A pair of long-legged couples that everyone envied were about to get married, so they just jumped on one. "I said, your salary is not low. When she wakes up in the future, don't let her work anymore."
Yeah. What kind of crappy job does she have? It’s dangerous and unreliable. Hey, running out to hang out with others all day long, how can you endure it? Naruto, you?"
Jiang Haoran was dumbfounded by what he said. God knows how much he couldn't bear it. "Drive your car well." Sleepiness came over him. He covered his eyes with leather gloves and fell asleep with the slight bumps and shakes of the car.
When the car drove into Manhattan, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Jiang Haoran was woken up from his sleep by the noisy car horns and various music on the street. When he opened his eyes, it was already bright and colorful.
He turned his head and looked at Jack, who was concentrating on driving. He thought that this unruly guy might have arranged some kind of welcome party for him tonight.
Sure enough, the car slowly drove into the parking lot of a nightclub.
"I have some business to do tomorrow, haven't you forgotten?" Jiang Haoran asked him seriously before getting out of the car.
He also said solemnly: "Don't worry, just eat something and drink two drinks. It won't delay your business tomorrow. I know it well, brother, the long-legged sister is still waiting for us to save her!"
Hearing what he said, Jiang Haoran got out of the car helplessly and followed him into the deafening carnival world.
This bar is a place that Jiang Haoran visited during his special training in the United States. The consumption level is not low, but the atmosphere is clean and the flow of people is not complicated. It is suitable for decent people to have fun and entertainment. Walk through the hot hall, walk around, and push aside a few soundproofers
After opening the door, we arrived at the private room area of this bar.
When the two of them walked to the door of a private room with "Las Vegas" on the door, Jack stopped, turned his head and looked at him with some evil intentions, and then pushed the door open.
Jiang Haoran followed in confusion, and an N-layer cake with candles came to greet him... Then what appeared in front of him were familiar smiling faces.
He recognized that some of these people were his classmates in junior high and high school, and some were American criminal police officers who trained with him.
"Happybirthday to Henry!" "Happy birthday!" A mixture of Chinese and English blessings came to his face, and Jiang Haoran suddenly realized that today was his birthday, but he had completely forgotten it.
Seeing his confused look, Jack smiled and patted his shoulder and said to him: "Heyguy, don't forget yourself!" Hey guy, don't forget yourself!
Jiang Haoran smiled knowingly. Just when he was about to respond to these well-intentioned friends, a familiar melody and rhythm suddenly sounded in his ears, which stopped him in place like a tap on his acupuncture points. The prelude ended, and in the middle of the small dance floor in the private room, something unknown happened.
At that moment, a strange girl appeared with heavy makeup and bunny ears on her head. She grabbed a buckwheat, blinked her eyes and sang to him: "Iantnobodynobodybutyou, Iantnobodynobodybutyou. HocanIbeithanother,Idon'tantanyother,Iantnobodynobodynobodynobody..."
He stayed there in a daze for about a minute. Before the song was finished, he turned around and opened the door and fled the box without any expression.
Jack chased him out, but the opponent had long legs and was fast. As soon as he opened the box door, he found that Jiang Haoran had disappeared. "This guy, does he have a four-wheel drive? He can run so fast..."
First, he went to the parking lot to look around, but there was no sign of Jiang SIR. Jack had no choice but to brave the cold wind and walk out of the bar, onto a street with few people at night.
Fortunately, as soon as he went out, he saw a big man squatting under a streetlight not far away. He ran over quickly, but stopped four or five steps away from Jiang Haoran. Because the other person's back and shoulders were shaking at this time.
"Brother, I was wrong. I wanted to make you happy. Isn't Sister Long-Leggs on vacation? Someone has to celebrate your birthday with you, right?" Jack lowered his head and muttered.
When Jiang Haoran heard his voice, he suddenly stood up. There were still tears on his face. He didn't look at him again and just said: "I want to go for a walk alone. You continue to play, and call me when you're done."
I'm so drunk again." After saying that, he turned around and walked farther and farther along the street alone.
Overall, Jiang Haoran is an optimistic and strong man.
He never gave up on all possible ways to wake up his girlfriend. Although he failed again and again before his eyes, he always believed that she would open her eyes one day and make endless troubles with him as always. In this world, no one can
There will be no one to replace her, at least now. Her good, her bad, her understanding, her unreasonableness, her cunning, neurotic... all the things that belong to her have been bit by bit in the seven years they have been together.
The drops penetrate deep into the bone marrow and cannot be replaced so easily. He himself knows that there are only two things that can save him, one is her waking up, and the other is time.
Since Gong Yueyue's accident, he has only collapsed and lost his temper twice, once when she was shot and fell, and once tonight.
Now he was walking on the streets of this foreign country, but his thoughts drifted to the other side of the ocean a year ago.
At that time, Gong Yueyue was still alive in this world. Even though she was on a mission at the time, lurking in a pub where dragons and snakes were mixed, pretending to be a dancer, and he was a member of the PTU (Police Mobile Unit, Paramilitary Anti-Explosion Unit).
The police officer was not allowed to have any interactions with each other, but he still gave him surprises and blessings on his birthday in full view of everyone. (To be continued)