In the next few days, I gradually found out the fun in the game again, and gradually became familiar with a group of new friends. Most of them were office workers. Everyone's time was relatively fixed. They started at five or six o'clock every night and stayed until ten.
One or two o'clock.
Hengdao Lima and Cheng Xiaoyu are two of the weird ones. Sometimes they are online continuously, and sometimes they are not online for a day or two. Others jokingly say that they are both senior management, so they have such free time. Sometimes they make appointments.
What are we doing together? We leave messages on QQ when we are busy with work, but there is no news. Both of us gradually believe that the other is really capable enough to handle the work within a certain period of time.
When Cheng Xiaoyu is not online, he travels between Chuncheng and Meicheng, or goes to repair the backlog of machines. The boss's serious work has also inspired other people to a certain extent. However, Cheng Xiaoyu initially only wanted to gain special powers for the machines, and has only recently been repairing them.
Find fun in it.
Plugging in the headphones, playing your favorite music, sitting in a comfortable chair, repairing the damaged items one by one, the sense of accomplishment and interest gradually overlap. Now it is impossible to observe the amount of mist energy anytime and anywhere, unless it is
He went to the toilet to take a look. After accumulating weight on his arms and accumulating hair, he had a clear understanding of the future path and confidence in long-term accumulation. He cultivated and continued restoration as a hobby.
"Hey, Daewoo, we have arranged a class reunion tomorrow. We haven't seen each other in 1989, but we have known each other for 12 years. After a reincarnation, we have a good reunion, and we have contacted more than 30 people. Hey
Do you know? After contacting the beauty of our class, everyone in the capital promised to come back. Don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf." Zhang Sen's tone was full of excitement. Since contacting Situ Kaihui, unpleasant things have happened one after another.
However, the idea of organizing a class reunion emerged uncontrollably. Under normal circumstances, those who are willing to take on this obligation are currently successful people, hoping to show their success in front of their classmates, or know someone
A certain group of people are developing well and can have a chemical effect with themselves. What about Zhang Sen? Most of them are the former, and some of them really want to see their old classmates.
"Is your injury healed?" Cheng Xiaoyu felt that Zhang Sen was really too active. He was really good at being in such a good mood even after being injured.
"That's all trivial. With Young Master Cheng here, we are very proud of ourselves. For the expenses of this class reunion, you..."
"Stop talking, don't drag me into this. If you beat the rich, you should be beaten. The owner of Weiyu Driving School is a business that makes a lot of money every day."
"Fuck, I despise you, I despise you seriously, and I won't explain it for any reason."
Zhang Sen also knows that Cheng Xiaoyu is not the kind of person who likes to show off and be high-profile. He probably would rather do it before Situ Kaihui meets him than he does now.
At noon on Saturday, we were at the school gate, not in a hotel or other place, just to look for the shadow of the past, to look for the days when we were in school. On weekends, three or five friends or ten or twenty people gathered together.
, the feeling when everyone goes hiking and playing together, even waiting at the school gate is a kind of expectation, looking forward to coming early, chatting about things that each of them doesn’t know, riding a bicycle or walking together
, moving towards a common goal and enjoying a common day.
Early in the morning, Cheng Xiaoyu was sleeping in the hotel bed. Yesterday afternoon, he repaired the machine in the store all afternoon and emptied the repaired machine. At night, he sat in front of the computer until two o'clock in the middle of the night. Once there were several games, he played them together.
People who are boring can still have some fun.
It was fun to play and sleep well. Unexpectedly, Zhang Sen, dressed like a slut, came up early in the morning and dragged Cheng Xiaoyu out of bed.
Squinting his eyes and being naked, he put the pillow behind him, propped himself up and leaned against the bedside, lighting a cigarette as if he was asleep and looking at Zhang Sen.
White casual pants, white casual sandals, sweetheart collar casual shirt, her hair has obviously been specially processed, and the watch on her wrist has been replaced by a couple watch with Han Jiao, which is also worth a lot of money. The hair on her left ear
Diamond earrings are half hidden and half visible under the cover, a Guanyin jade hangs on her chest, and she is holding a small white leather bag in her hand.
One word, coquettish, two words, too coquettish.
"Are you like Han Jiao to let you out?" Cheng Xiaoyu rubbed his head with his hands. His short hair didn't need to be carefully taken care of after getting up early in the morning. It was comfortable and convenient.
"How's it going? You're handsome. I started styling at four o'clock in the morning, and then stepped on the accelerator for more than an hour. Speed." Zhang Sen pointed to his watch, which read a quarter past eight.
"Well, that's good. I guess I can stay up all night."
"Tch, are you that kind of person? I don't want to have too much contact with a single man or a woman. It's okay if I can play with my classmates. Anyway, with you here, Han Jiao will call you if anything happens."
"Second brother, come here." Cheng Xiaoyu showed no expression, still looking sleepy.
"Huh?" Zhang Sen was stunned for a moment, and without doubting his approach, he saw Cheng Xiaoyu put out the cigarette, grabbed the pillow on the side, threw it towards Zhang Sen with his head covered, and then dressed in all four corners.
Pant jumped up from the bed, hugged Zhang Sen and threw him down on the bed. He was blinded and violently ravaged his hair.
"Your uncle, Zhang Sen, do you still know what time it is? Don't you know that my brother is sleeping? Let me show you off, let you show off..."
A few minutes later, Zhang Sen sat in front of the dressing table in the house with a resentful look on his face. He was holding dry glue and a wooden comb and was arranging his hair style. From time to time, he looked at Cheng Xiaoyu with resentful eyes as he buried his head between the pillows again.
Until eleven o'clock, Zhang Sen was sitting on the sofa outside and kept answering the phone calls from classmates with whom he had played better. Everyone was asking about today's arrangements and when each other would arrive. They didn't want to be the first, nor did they want to be left behind.
I feel like I'm showing off.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Sen, who had been burning with anger for more than two hours, opened a can of Red Bull and prepared to give Cheng Xiaoyu an energy shower. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw that Cheng Xiaoyu had already finished taking a shower and was getting dressed.
"Damn it, I didn't notice it. You have lost all the fat recently and gained so much weight." Seeing the faintly visible muscles on Cheng Xiaoyu's body, Zhang Sen was a little envious. His body shape and figure were destined not to have the enviable physique.
Male figure.
Cheng Xiaoyu glanced at him, took the Red Bull drink in his hand, drank it all, and comfortably put on baggy beach shorts that could fit his wallet, mobile phone, and cigarettes, a pair of colorful sneakers, and a dark blue Nike
T-SHIRT.
Simple, comfortable, and cool, from a distance it looks more like a college student than it does today.
At half past eleven, the two of them went downstairs on time. Zhang Sen's Passat had obviously been cleaned inside and out. The black brilliance shone in the sunlight. They got in the car on their own, only to find that Cheng Xiaoyu also got into the passenger seat.
drive.
"You don't drive?" Zhang Sen asked.
"It's not good to have a full-time driver like you. According to me, it's best if you drive a driving school coach car. This is a bit flamboyant. As an organizer, the students will think you are showing off." Cheng Xiaoyu was very calm.
Words.
"Damn, boss, if I show off, I can't get a Mercedes-Benz or BMW to drive around." Zhang Sen, who is also used to driving luxury cars, said a little aggrievedly.
"Let's go, big driver. I'm working in a road driving school. I haven't been back for many years, so my memory is a bit blurry." He made a diversion and changed the subject of not driving.
He lives a low-key life and does things in a high-profile manner. After two trips to the capital and two trips to Fengtian, combined with some of the things his grandfather once said that sounded unfathomable in the past, now recalling the golden and wise words, Cheng Xiaoyu temporarily set this for himself.
His style of conduct, and the fact that he was a marginalized figure when he was in school, he was neither a forgotten character nor a popular figure. There were a few people who could talk to him, and a few who didn't like him.
I don't want to explain to others what happened to me, and I don't bother to explain it.
No. 1 Middle School, a key school that combines junior and senior high schools, has three brothers. Xiong Wei works at home and works as a farmer. Cheng Xiaoyu studies mobile phone repair after finishing junior high school. Only Zhang Sen has spent more than five years in this school and made a decision on the eve of the college entrance examination.
Determined to work hard in the big city, the three brothers packed their bags and boarded the bus to Spring City.
It seems that since he left Meicheng, he has not been back to his alma mater in the past six or seven years. When he was repairing his mobile phone, he would occasionally pass by here and quicken his pace. He was afraid that others would ask him about his current occupation. At that time, it seemed that any non-respectable occupation except going to school would be acceptable.
Being secretly looked down upon with disdain.
The school is still the same school, not much has changed. The area near the gate is full of small businesses and hawkers. It is noon, and the cafeteria cannot fully satisfy the tastes of today's students. The snacks outside the door have become their first choice. Wearing uniforms,
They appear in groups of three and two in front of various food stalls.
Ten thirty-five is the right time for the initiator, and the others will definitely arrive about fifteen minutes before the agreed time. For some reason, this has been the case for every small gathering since childhood.
"I'm going to eat some stinky tofu and grilled eggs." Cheng Xiaoyu didn't eat in the morning. He drank a can of Red Bull and a large glass of milk. The smell of burnt meat and mixed ingredients wafted out, and the glutton was immediately seduced.
Come out, get off the car and walk to various stalls to buy and eat.
After a while, the spicy and strong ingredients made his throat in need of water. A bottle of mineral water was handed over to him: "Wipe your mouth, how old are you? You look like a child."
Cheng Xiaoyu turned around, chuckled, took the water unceremoniously, and drank it in a gulp. After drinking, he took the tissue handed to him and quickly wiped away the residue at the corner of his mouth.
"Whether you want to eat or not, I'll treat you to it. You know, in the past, if anyone could treat Miss Liang to something to eat, the news of the school beauty being raped would spread immediately the next day."
"It's all based on lies. How can it be so evil? The taste of hometown makes me feel particularly friendly when I come back." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support.