Zhao Zhiyuan was lying comfortably on the small bed, and for the first time, he took out the golden canal that he had kept under the bed for a long time and had not been willing to take a sip. He threw one to each of the two people, and then continued to lie on the bed with the two people's stunned eyes, humming. Listening to Zheng Zhihua's "Fallen Angel", I would take a puff of a cigarette from time to time. Ignoring the gazes of the two of them, I simply closed my eyes and rested peacefully.
Yin Ping'an and Li Wenxue saw that Zhao Zhiyuan was willing to take out his ten-yuan Hongqiqu bag to share with them for the first time. They looked at each other and saw the ambiguous look in each other's eyes in tacit understanding, and showed a knowing smile. Yin Ping'an lit a cigarette and sat directly next to Zhao Zhiyuan, smiled and said: "Tell me, how far have you developed with Senior Sister Liu?" []
Zhao Zhiyuan reluctantly opened his eyes. Looking at Yin Pingan's wretched smile, he probably guessed what was going on. He looked at Yin Pingan with a serious expression and frowned, "We are just shopping purely."
Obviously, Yin Pingan was very dissatisfied with Zhao Zhiyuan's answer. Even Li Wenxue showed a look of disbelief. Yin Pingan clicked his tongue and said: "Good boy, let me get confused. In the middle of the night, a man and a woman go shopping alone. ?Do you believe me or not?"
At this time, Yin Pingan gave full play to his advantage as a gossip aunt, and pressed hard step by step. Zhao Zhiyuan stood up suddenly, stared at Yin Pingan's wretched face, and said seriously: "With you guys It is difficult for a soul that has been polluted by pornographic films a thousand times to understand the pure friendship between me and Senior Sister Liu."
Yin Ping'an looked up and down Zhao Zhiyuan's face hard, staring at Zhao Zhiyuan until his hair went crazy. Finally, when Zhao Zhiyuan couldn't bear it anymore, he said: "You said that you, a senior expert in island country art films, are pretending to be pure here? Do you think I would believe that you, a well-dressed beast, would have pure thoughts for the most beautiful woman?"
Zhao Zhiyuan slammed a chestnut hard on Yin Ping'an's coquettish watermelon head with lightning speed, and scolded with a smile: "You are a real well in his age. In ancient times, Guan Yun played chess and scraped bones to heal his wounds, and later Liu Xia Hui is still pregnant. Is it possible that I, Zhao Zhiyuan, can¡¯t watch pornographic movies and go shopping with Senior Sister Liu? Of course, it is difficult for some obscene and shameless people to understand my high level."
After saying that, Zhao Zhiyuan looked at Yin Ping'an with a righteous face, suppressed his smile with all his strength, and tried to stand at the highest point of morality, looking like a gentleman. After hearing what Zhao Zhiyuan said, Yin Ping'an became very angry. This guy called Sang and scolded Huai, saying that he was shameless. Yin Ping'an suddenly discovered that Zhao Zhiyuan, who was not good at speaking before, actually showed his potential after meeting Liu Qing. Even this veteran in the flower world could feel inferior. ,
Recalling Zhao Zhiyuan¡¯s first curse, Yin Ping¡¯an wondered: ¡°What does a well mean?¡±
Zhao Zhiyuan looked at Yin Ping'an's confused posture and suddenly couldn't hold back his smile anymore. He took a few puffs of cigarette, stretched out his hand and threw it out of the window in a perfect arc. As for whether it would fall on the head of someone passing by. , this is not something he needs to worry about. After a pause, his smile softened, and then he said: "Think about it slowly. This tic-tac-toe has a profound meaning."
After saying that, Zhao Zhiyuan lay down on the bed with an air of a secret that must not be revealed, and abandoned his initial playful attitude. After such a day of tossing, Zhao Zhiyuan could no longer bear the pain in his body that seemed like the bones were falling apart, and his sleepiness increased. He closed his eyes hazily.
Yin Pingan ignored Zhao Zhiyuan's scolding and sat quietly on the bed, smoking and thinking hard about the meaning of the well. Li Wenxu, who couldn't stand it anymore, finally laughed loudly. Yin Pingan turned his head in confusion and said: " Have you figured it out? He's so damn lewd when he laughs."
Li Wenxue laughed loudly. On the way to the bathroom, he said something unhurriedly: "Isn't tic-tac-toe just two numbers horizontally and vertically? You are really not an ordinary jing-tac toe."
When Yin Pingan reacted and rushed towards Zhao Zhiyuan to fight, he found that Zhao Zhiyuan had quietly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Yin Pingan frowned and looked at Zhao Zhiyuan, who had not even taken off his shoes. During his sleep, Zhiyuan had an overwhelmed frown on his face, looking worried. He sighed, walked up to him, gently took off Zhao Zhiyuan's shoes, moved Zhao Zhiyuan's feet and put them on his feet. He went to bed and covered Zhao Zhiyuan with a quilt. For this man who came to Zhejiang University alone and wanted to study stably, he was forced to stand up and fight against this bastard society, but he never said a word of bitterness. For the first time, Yin Pingan had the illusion of sympathy for each other. Such a man was worthy of Yin Pingan's high regard. No matter in the future, even if the man in front of him became a beggar in the future, at least, he, Yin Pingan, would think highly of him.
Yin Pingan unconsciously took out a pack of special Zhongnanhai from his pocket again, lit one quietly, and thought about his future life in Zhejiang. This stubborn man from old Beijing threw away his gorgeous coat and single-handedlyThe man who was about to go to Zhejiang to conquer the world looked at himself for the first time after coming to Zhejiang. He knew that under the influence of Zhao Zhiyuan, the great achievements that seemed to him at first were obviously not worth mentioning compared with Zhao Zhiyuan.
Yin Ping'an also fell asleep in his thoughts. When Li Wenxue came out, he suddenly found that the two men who had been so active just now had fallen asleep peacefully. This made Li Wenxue, a night owl who had never stayed up late at night since he met them, very surprised. I couldn't accept it, so I laughed at myself, walked to the desk, picked up a book "The Difference between the Poor and the Rich" and read it with gusto.
Just when Zhao Zhiyuan and others were sleeping peacefully, the people in a villa in West Lake Garden were destined to have no sleep tonight. Without exception, the people in the house had an irritable look on their faces and kept smoking, but after all, there was something. The few people who were watching the show with cold eyes had smiles on their faces.
Unsurprisingly, the old man sitting firmly in the house is Xu Qianjin, the current head of the Xu family. Although he is motionless, his face suddenly looks much older. His hands on the chair follow the quarrels of several people. He was also trembling non-stop. It was obvious that this old man who had half stepped into the coffin but had previously conquered the Xu family with just one hand was no longer the same Xu Er who was frightened by the mention of his name in Zhejiang.
Behind him, the Manchu relic Aixinjueluo Dugu still stood like a shadow, indifferent to the current situation in front of him, without saying a word, but looking forward with a deep helplessness in his eyes. Looking down at Xu Qianjin, whose hands were trembling and obviously suppressing his emotions due to the loss of his son, he could only sigh silently.
There were not many people in the room. Xu Qianjin looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was frowning and smoking but never said a word. He sighed softly and finally said, "Haiwen, how are you preparing for Wenyu's affairs?" ?¡±
The man who had been smoking with his head down but never making a sound finally raised his head. When he heard Xu Qianjin asked about Xu Wenyu, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared instantly. When the middle-aged man raised his head, it was the sharp look that day. The man who slapped Xu Wenyu was Xu Wenyu¡¯s father, Xu Haiwen.
"The arrangements have been made, and the funeral can be held tomorrow." Xu Haiwen was obviously suppressing his heartache. The loss of a son in middle age was probably no less than a bolt from the blue for Xu Haiwen, who only had one son. His roots have almost been cut off. Although he suppressed it hard, his eyes turned red inadvertently.
Seeing Xu Haiwen's situation, Xu Qianjin couldn't help but shed a tear no matter how steadfast he was. Although he had not liked this grandson who was devoted to conspiracies since he was a child, he was a descendant of the Xu family after all and was connected by blood. But being killed by an outsider, no one could swallow this breath, let alone Xu Erleng who had been struggling in Zhejiang for most of his life.
Xu Qianjin once again suppressed the overwhelming murderous intent and tried to speak calmly, but inadvertently choked up again and said: "Hai Wen, just hold this breath. Since it has happened, we can only do our best and obey fate."
When Xu Haiwen heard Xu Qianjin¡¯s words, his shoulders trembled inadvertently. Apparently he couldn¡¯t accept such a result. He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, ¡°I can¡¯t swallow this breath.¡±
Xu Qianjin looked at the son whom he valued most in his life and said with a pun: "Then just hold back your resentment."
Xu Haiwen raised his head in surprise and looked at the old man who made a pun. He unconsciously felt excited and said, "My resentment is almost overwhelming."
Xu Qianjin glanced at Xu Haiwen meaningfully, and said meaningfully again: "I won't live much longer. From now on, the world will be dominated by you young people."
After saying that, everyone immediately fell silent, and at the same time raised their heads and looked at the old man of the Xu family who had a look of sadness in front of them. Only Xu Haiwen understood the meaning of Xu Qianjin's words, and a trace of sternness flashed through his eyes again.
The young man next to him who had never said a word and was just looking at everyone's faces seriously was suddenly startled. It was Xu Ziheng. She probably guessed the meaning of the old man's words. She looked at the old man who had always been kind to her in disbelief. At this time, she saw from him for the first time the momentum that he had forgotten since he was a child. He held a thousand troops in his hand. The power of a powerful strategist.
The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building. It instantly fills the hearts of everyone in the house and never fades away for a long time.