In the evening, a family of three was having dinner in the living room. This is a staircase room with two bedrooms and one living room. The living room is the dining room.
"Mom, the food you cook is still so delicious." Jing held the bowl high and ate the home-cooked dishes made by his mother. Suddenly, he felt that whatever delicacies he had eaten in the past few months were just mediocre. Only the taste of his hometown, Only my mother's food has that kind of taste.
I left home for the capital after the Spring Festival and came back at the end of September. It had been almost eight months. Why did I suddenly feel like I was in a trance? I felt like I had experienced the vicissitudes of life after I matured.
Gao Lijun, a man in his fifties, with wrinkles on his face, scolded: "Xiaojing, it's useless for you to talk sweetly. Come back as soon as you come back, and spend so much money lavishly?"
Jing Jianguo did not talk about his son like his wife. He drank seaweed and egg soup and asked, "Xiaojing, how is your work? Oh, you talked about starting a business some time ago."
Jing Gao quickly swallowed the rice in his mouth and replied: "I started a pharmaceutical company with my classmates. The income is not bad. I can earn several million a year. When the company goes public, the income will be even more."
At this moment, he is not Professor Zhao, the young man who respects his teachers in the eyes of Brother Ren, nor is he the all-powerful capital boss in the eyes of Shen Nanpeng, Mr. Tan and others, nor is he Weiwei, the young man in the eyes of Guan Guan and others. A man who is as gentle as jade and can be trusted for life, but a son under the knees of his parents!
"Ah...? So many!" Gao Lijun was so surprised that her chopsticks dropped on the table. In fact, the annual salary doesn't matter. The key is that her son said it calmly, and he held it in since noon until now. This...
Jing Gao's current expression is like that of Yu Zecheng in "Latent", the one who is slightly sluggish and looks very sincere, but in fact his brain is running at high speed. He can't explain the unlimited card without lying. of.
Gao Lijun reacted, "Then why don't you find a girlfriend quickly? Your dad and I are both the same age..."
Jing Gao pulled up the photo album on his mobile phone and said, "Mom, I'm already talking. You see, it's just that I haven't gone to their house yet, so I can't bring her back."
Gao Lijun looked at the photo on Jing Gao's cell phone. It was a selfie of a beautiful girl and her son in front of the vagina. She said suspiciously: "Xiao Jing, isn't this posted specifically to fool me?"
Such a beautiful girl could be his son’s girlfriend? Who should he coax?
These days, old people are not easy to fool. They are competing with their children who are of marriageable age. Even they know how to use ps.
Jing Gao almost spit out his blood, Mom, do you want your thinking to be so divergent? Your son, am I the kind of person who makes a fake Tsinghua University admission letter to fool you?
Gao Lijun flipped through the photos in the album and listened to Jing Gao's explanation for a long time before he believed it. He asked, "What's this girl's name? Where is she from? What does her family do?"
"Her name is Li Mengwei. She is a senior at Beijing Normal University. She is from Taizhou, Zhejiang Province. Her father is a professor at Taizhou University and her mother is an associate professor."
After Jing Jianguo finished his meal, he was happily smoking the Chinese cigarette that his son brought back to him as a tribute. He was extremely comfortable listening to his son explain the details of his girlfriend. Suddenly he heard his son say: "Dad, Mom, let's change houses!"
Gao Lijun refused and said: "I live well, what kind of house can I change to?" Then he said seriously: "Xiaojing, you have to guard against arrogance and impetuosity. Your business has just started, and there are risks in doing business."
Jing Gao's emotional intelligence is now different than before, and he said: "Mom, when Weiwei comes to Haizhou, will this house give her a bad impression? You don't want to see your son become a bachelor, do you?"
Gao Lijun was stunned immediately and hesitated a little.
Jing Jianguo showed the momentum of the head of the family and said, "Buy."
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After dinner, Jing Gao didn't rest at home. He drove to meet his high school friend and classmate Wei Junjie to have sex and drink.
Of course, Jing Gao's car was bought by Zhongrun Company's branch in Haizhou. If the rich man in Chongshengwen had to calculate the cost, as a powerful man, he didn't have to calculate the cost. He would just set up a car in the city where he was going.
There is an office.
The basic business is: real estate, cars.
The urban greening of Haizhou is quite good. In 2016, it did not have the appearance of a remote small city, but rather the feeling of a third- or fourth-tier city: the streets are prosperous, but there are not many high-rise buildings. There are lights at night, but in fact there are only pedestrians.
Not much, the air is fresh.
The barbecue restaurant is located not far from Haizhou No. 1 Middle School. Some diners are starting to eat at the open-air stalls. Beer bottles are piled on the table, full of the atmosphere of life.
"Lao Jing, oh, you're doing well, you've all gotten involved with Angkewei." At the stall, a thin, handsome young man stood up and greeted Jing Gao.
"Brother Wei, are you still in such good shape?" Jing Gao smiled and patted his friend's shoulder, "How's it going? I didn't delay your business, right?" His friend usually kept in touch and would get together during the Chinese New Year.
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This guy went to college in Xingcheng, the provincial capital of southern Hunan. Then he fell in love with a very beautiful Hunan girl in college, and now he is married and has a child. He majored in bridge construction and ended up working as an Internet cafe owner.
Wei Junjie smiled and said: "What's the matter? Boss, first bring me a box of beer. Then fry some rice noodles. Then bring twenty skewers of mutton skewers." Then asked Jing Gao, "How is your kid doing now? You have been in the circle of friends for most of the year.
If I don’t update it, you won’t be seen in the group. Alas, it was rumored some time ago that the CEO of Phoenix Fund is named Jing Gao. Does it have anything to do with you? Our high school WeChat group has been really busy for a while.”
Jing Gao opened the beer with chopsticks and handed it to Wei Junjie. He and he took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Isn't there a discussion result in the class group? Shao Sisi told me. I'm starting a business recently, and the situation is still there.
Not bad. Oh, by the way. Will you go to the class reunion of Class 3 the day after tomorrow?"
Wei Junjie looked at Jing Gao with a smile and ate fried peanuts, "Lao Jing, you're already drunk before you drink this wine. Do you miss Shao's school beauty? I remember that you liked to hang out in the dormitory when you were a freshman in high school.
Discuss her. But as far as I know, she is now the assistant to the chairman of Fangyuan Group and has been working in Spring City for a long time."
Jing Gao smiled and shook his head, "I'll go! Do you remember all this? I almost forgot about it. Hey, who was that person at that time? I forgot the name all of a sudden, and called our English teacher's name in the dream. Haha!"
Wei Junjie laughed and had a drink with Jing Gao, "I forgot his name too. That guy is so fierce. Not in his dream, but when he rushed, he called 'Teacher Wen'. Hey, Lao Jing, don't change the subject."
Do you have any thoughts about school beauty Shao?"
"No." Jing Gao poured the wine and looked at the beer foam in the cup, as if the memories of ten years ago were surging in it, "Brother Wei, after so many years, I met the school beauty again, I actually sighed in my heart,
I have more memories. The youth of that year is gone forever. Now I regret not studying hard at that time."
Wei Junjie was speechless for a while, "It's strange that I believe you. I don't plan to go on the 4th. Our third class was split up back then. Now Class 4 is all in the liberal arts class, and I don't even know them. It's no use going there. We
After all, he is a boss and has no interest in being used as a background for others to show off."
Jing Gao smiled and refused to persuade. He chatted with Wei Junjie about interesting things in high school.
In the autumn night, there is a song floating in the air. It is "The Story of Time" by Luo Dayou.
The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn and the setting sun in winter. I once thought this ignorantly in my melancholy youth. In the song of the cycle of four seasons, the windmill flows every day. In the poems of wind, flowers, snow and moon, I grow up year by year. In the flowing water, it
The story that takes away time changes a person...
