Yang Xuan's heart trembled and he wished he could grab the phone and answer it himself.
But he still suppressed his emotions and said, "Yes, but don't say I'm with you."
Dayong nodded and turned on the speakerphone. Before he could speak, Su Nan's voice immediately came from the other end of the phone, "Dayong, have you found Yang Xuan's whereabouts?"
Dayong raised his head and glanced at Yang Xuan, and said, "Miss Su, not yet, I am also helping you to inquire. Once there is news about him, I will contact you in time."
There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, "Thank you, Dayong. Once there is news about him, you must tell me as soon as possible."
"Okay, let's do this for now. Don't worry. If I find Liu'er, I will definitely tell you as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Dayong smiled at Yang Xuan, "Why don't you let me tell her about you?"
Yang Xuan also smiled calmly, "We're all divorced, so let's not get involved too much."
When he said this, Yang Xuan looked relaxed, but his heart felt like a knife was twisting.
Although there was only two days without seeing or contacting each other, to Yang Xuan, it felt like a long, long time had passed.
When I heard Su Nan's voice just now, my nose felt sore and my heart dropped violently, as if I was weightless.
Only he himself knew how many times he had endured it just now, grabbed the phone, and told Su Nan how much he missed her...
"Liu'er, holy shit, Liu'er, it's really your kid, hahaha!"
At this time, a hearty laughter suddenly came from the side, and several familiar figures laughed and ran towards this side.
"Damn, Lao Hei, Dou Ya, King Kong, Qin Feng, Bo Zai, I miss you so much!"
Seeing several people, Yang Xuan was so excited that he shouted out these extremely familiar names, stood up, and hurriedly greeted them.
"Fuck, stop, don't fucking touch me, it will affect my hairstyle!"
Just as Yang Xuang ran up to him, someone suddenly made an exaggerated stop gesture.
The man who spoke was named Qin Feng. He was fair-skinned, had beautiful peach blossom eyes, wore a white shirt, had a slender figure, and had a nice little flesh.
Among them, he is considered to be the "best" one. With his good looks, he completely charmed the project manager's daughter. Finally, he became a warehouse keeper and ate watermelon every day.
Holding a beautiful woman in her arms makes others envious.
However, this man has a special characteristic, that is, he loves to attract bees and butterflies, and he is not selective about food. From young girls to charming women in their forties, no one can escape this man's clutches.
"Damn it, uncle. I haven't seen you for a year, but you're still so damn beautiful. Get away from me. You're so angry. You were playing with a steel ball with some old rich woman last night!"
Yang Xuan glared at this guy angrily, and then a thin man, who looked like a bean sprout, suddenly jumped over like a monkey and clung to Yang Xuan like an octopus, "Liu'er, what the hell am I doing?"
I miss you so much!"
"Come on, come on, little bean sprout, get out of here!"
Then he greeted the other people one by one.
Lao Hei, as his name suggests, although he is only in his twenties, some people believe that he is forty years old. He has dark skin, droops his eyelids all day long, and always looks lazy, like a heavy smoker.
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King Kong is a big man with a height of 1.85 meters, with bulging muscles on his body. One person can do the work of three people on the construction site, which is like an iron tower.
Bo Zai, a fat man with an almost spherical figure, smiles at everyone he meets. When he smiles, his eyes narrow into a slit, and he looks particularly happy.
In the past, brothers and sisters who were suffering in a work shed met each other, and it was extremely cordial.
A few people were playing skewers, talking about bottles of beer, and boasting all kinds of "vulgar" things.
Occasionally, some well-dressed men and women passed by. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but frown and quicken their steps.
In their eyes, this group of people are vulgar, wearing the cheapest clothes, making loud noises in shabby and dirty places, with red faces and thick necks. They are definitely country bumpkins at the bottom of society.
Yang Xuan unscrupulously drank with his brothers, played skewers, bragged, and even danced and danced for a while when he was in the mood.
He has worn millions of suits, drank millions of bottles of foreign wine, the rooms are studded with gems, and even the world's top restaurant, where even the dining table is made of pure gold, treats it as his own kitchen.
The Rolls-Royce Maybach, even though there was a little dust on the shell, I didn’t even bother to wash it, so I just gave it away. I bought three private jets at one time, and I took one and flew the other two for fun.
In short, he has enjoyed the most extreme glory and wealth in the world, but the sum of all the happiness is less than one-tenth of that of this food stall.
A few poor brothers got together and had a few more drinks, and the topic naturally turned to looking forward to the future.
Xiao Dou Ya pulled open his collar, revealing his skinny little chest, and said boldly, "If I become rich in the future, we will definitely sit in the VIP box at the Internet bar, and each person will have two buckets of instant noodles and three ham sausages.
Add another braised egg, a bottle of Coke... no, pulse, it’s enough in one go!”
"cut!"
Everyone gave him a little thumbs up. They all said that poverty limits imagination. It seems that this is true.
As for the understanding of the word luxury, Xiaodouya is limited to going to the Internet cafe to make overnight meals, adding three ham sausages and braised eggs.
"Liuer, what about you, if you have money in the future, what do you want to do?"
Qin Feng put an arm on Yang Xuan's shoulder.
Yang Xuan was happy tonight, drank a few more drinks, his face turned red, and he said with a thick neck: "Money? To tell you the truth, I have plenty of money!"
"You should be happy. In 1982, Lafite Labor and Management let you step on the box and drink. We bought dozens of sports cars at one time and drove them on the main road. They were lined up in two rows, one row was arranged as 'N' and the other row was arranged as 'B'
, add up to NB, which means awesome..."
"Brother, sixth brother, can I call you brother?"
Qin Feng quickly brought a plate of peanuts and stuffed it over it, "You can eat a few more peanuts and make the cowhide bigger."
"Go, go, go, whatever I said is true..."
Yang Xuan waved his arms.
"Dayong, what are you looking at?"
At this time, everyone suddenly discovered that Dayong was holding his chin in his hands and looking quietly across the river.
"I don't ask for anything in this life, just a nest of my own." Dayong murmured.
Everyone followed his gaze and saw the residential building on the other side of the river. Everyone suddenly fell silent.
Among them, apart from Yang Xuan, the one who did the best was just a small construction site warehouse keeper.
With no family background, he is alone, doing the hardest work, earning the lowest salary, and living the lowest life.
According to their income, buying a house in the city is like a pipe dream.
But as the bottom class of society, they also have the right to yearn for a better life, such as having a house of their own in the city.
But to them, this is like a rippled spot of light on the river, just a vain yearning.
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