At around 5 o'clock in the evening, Wang Zibo came to Tianjingshan Community from Xianning University Town, carrying a bag of snacks in his hand as usual. < /p>
"You think this is hurting XXX, but in fact it is hurting XXX."
This sentence pattern is so common that Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo were often talked about by their parents when they were children.
Wang Zibo touched the sweat on his face and said with a smile: "Hu Linyu, why do you have the same tone as my mother."
"Bah!"
Hu Linyu rolled his eyes at Wang Zibo: "Your face looks more and more like Chen Hansheng."
In fact, Wang Zibo is about to be a senior. After three years in college, his experience is much more complicated than that of ordinary college students. He has worked as a dog licker, worked part-time, and now runs his own company. His round face has become a little angular, and he looks a little more masculine.
Of course, he is still an honest and loyal person in nature. He went to the bathroom to wash his face and wiped his wet hands casually on his body: "If there is anything you want me to do, you can't even call me." Make it clear."
"Good thing."
Hu Linyu handed over a few tissues: "The ordering system of the milk tea shop is not bad, we are ready to pay you."
"That's it?"
Wang Zibo glanced at Shen Youchu, and Shen Youchu nodded slightly.
"There is no need for any reward. Xiao Chen has already given me 20,000 yuan before, which is almost enough."
Wang Zibo also explained specifically: "I spent almost nothing before. , but after the Shiziqiao branch opened, a special software had to be developed for the networking system of each branch. I specially asked two Ph.D. brothers to help, and it cost me an extra 10,000 yuan."
"Then. You have to accept it, we don’t want to owe you anything."
Hu Linyu insisted.
Secretary Hu has independent thoughts of "feminism" and is not willing to owe favors to boys at all.
"You owe me nothing."
Wang Zibo also has a simple mind. The milk tea shop belongs to Shen Youchu, and Shen Youchu belongs to Chen Hansheng. Chen Hansheng has been his best friend since they grew up together.
Not to mention making money from this kind of relationship, even if I subsidize a little, I am willing to do so.
He didn't want to argue with Hu Linyu, so he simply picked up little Aning and went to find Chen Hansheng, leaving Shen Youchu and Hu Linyu looking at each other.
"Brother Zi Bo, sister Lin Yu always want me to recite ancient poems and do math problems..."
When we walked downstairs, little Aning Holding Wang Zibo's neck, he "grievedly" recounted his recent tragic experiences.
The little girl and Wang Zibo have known each other three years ago. In her mind, Chen Hansheng has the closest relationship, but brother Zibo has the best temper.
Later, I was inexplicablyWhen I came to the big city, although I was very reluctant to leave my mother, a child couldn't make the decision on his own.
But fortunately, Aning felt a lot of love here.
Wang Zibo heard it funny, took out an ice cream from his pocket and said: "I secretly hid this, Xiao Hu is also doing it for your own good. Brother Zibo also supports her in learning. "
"Oh~, brother and sister said the same thing"
Shen Ningning sighed cutely, opened the chocolate ice cream and ate it, not forgetting to give it to Zi Bo. The elder brother took two bites, but Wang Zibo smiled and refused.
Chen Hansheng is easy to find. He only has a few bases in Jiangling University Town, including the University of Finance and Economics, Tianyuan East Road offices and Internet cafes.
He was sitting under the shade of a tree on Tianyuan East Road in the afternoon, playing mahjong with Zhong Jiancheng and others.
Chen Hansheng was wearing a loose shirt and shorts. He was shaking the leaf fan with one hand and touching the mahjong tiles with the other hand. He crossed his legs in a nonchalant manner and shouted "Peng, Bang, Eat" from time to time. ".
"Xiao Chen, Brother Zhong."
Wang Zibo said hello, Chen Hansheng nodded and accepted, Zhong Jiancheng threw a cigarette to Wang Zibo, turned to his wife and shouted : "A-Ning is here, bring some watermelon for her to eat."
Zhong's wife likes the beautiful Shen Ningning very much, so she specially cut a large piece of watermelon, and little An-Ning held it in her hand. It's like holding a big moon.
"Let's go and play with grandma over there."
Zhong Jiancheng's wife led Aning to the next door: "They are all smoking, it smells bad."
"Country women have no knowledge and just talk about their seniority."
Zhong Jiancheng shook his head helplessly and blew out a thin puff of smoke: "Three pieces!"
It stands to reason. It is said that Zhong Jiancheng's wife should be Aning's "aunt", but she suffered hardships with Zhong Jiancheng in her early years, and she aged faster.
In addition, in rural areas, there are many grandmothers in their forties, so Zhong Jiancheng’s wife subconsciously regarded little Aning as a "granddaughter".
Chen Hansheng and the others knew well that Lao Zhong was a man who knew everything about food, drink, gambling, and there was no bathing center in Jiangling District that he was not familiar with. But even if he was rich, he never thought about divorce. , he can be described as a "scumbag" who is not very good.
Wang Zibo can also play mahjong. He moved a chair and sat next to him to watch, listening to Zhong Jiancheng and the others telling some dirty jokes, grinning with big white teeth.
Although he also tried to tell some online jokes, either everyone has heard them before, or he is not expressive enough. In short, after Wang Zibo finished speaking, the mahjong table would always remain silent for 10 seconds until someone else Start another topic.
Wang Zibo himself was a little embarrassed, so he simply wiggled his butt and listened to others telling stories, which was actually just as fun.
At around 6 o'clock in the evening, there was a cool evening breeze in the suburbs of Jiangling. Wang Zibo raised his head and saw the red sunset hanging on the horizon, and the sunset was winding like a brilliant line.silk.
Friends are still playing mahjong, shouting and drinking. Little Aning is lying obediently on the wooden table, watching Zhong Jiancheng’s daughter doing her homework. The snack street of Yiwu Commodity City opposite is already full of people. The bustling figure of college students...
In a daze, Wang Zibo suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of separation. He was already a junior in college and would soon enter the society. However, many times he felt like It's like I'm still in high school.
Time seems to have passed too fast, and my head has not reacted.
When I wake up occasionally, oh, I realize that I am about to graduate from college.
"Hey~"
Wang Zibo smiled mockingly, unless he had a no-taboos character like Xiao Chen, for ordinary people like him, life might be like this.
I spent a lot of time confused and grew up in a few moments.
At this moment, Wang Zibo suddenly wanted to write poetry.
Although the two of them have nothing to do with each other now, and even after coming back from Guoke Electronics Factory that day, Bian Shishi was a little cold to her, but she still couldn't stop the longing in her heart.
Wang Zibo had never had this kind of heart palpitations before when he was "in love" with Huang Hui. The relationship between him and Huang Hui always had a kind of impetuousness floating in the air, and he had never felt so solid.
Wang Zibo took out his mobile phone, opened the dialog box of the contact "Bian Shishi", and typed out a line of words.
"I miss you."
But after staring silently for a long time, Wang Zibo deleted all of them again. After putting away his phone, he looked up with a dark smile. There was a hint of joy on his face.
Although he didn’t dare to send it, Wang Zibo was already very happy for being so secretly bold.
"What?"
Next to him, Chen Hansheng had very poisonous eyes. He could tell at a glance: "You want a woman?"
"No, don't be blind. Tell me, you are talking nonsense!"
Wang Zibo blushed and refused to admit it at all.
But in the dormitory of Dongda University in Xianning University Town, Bian Shishi covered her nose and sneezed three times in a row.
"What's wrong, Shishi?"
Xiao Rongyu asked with concern: "Did you kick off the quilt when you slept last night?"
"No. , Maybe some bastard is scolding me."
Bian Shishi said through gritted teeth.
Logically speaking, it's just a sneeze, so you won't be so angry, but if you add a dull boy, it will be worth it.
Wang Zibo, this bastard, if I don’t contact him, he will really stop contacting me!
... Chapter. )