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I stood at the railway station for half an hour.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the noisy group in the group and yelled like a lifetime.

Hong Xinshu is gone. Although I knew it for a long time, I still felt a little sudden when I came to the station for some reason. It was like this kid suddenly broke into his world and was inexplicably poured a cup of Dashabi...

Interesting places in life are also here.

Some relatives and friends suddenly broke off contact, and some people suddenly became friends somehow.

I laughed and joked and hurt each other, but when the people really left, I immediately missed them a little. I don't know if they will have the natural feeling between each other if they meet again in two years.

What Hong Xinshu said before holding a sheep at the train station is true.

No one knows what will happen or what changes will happen in two years. There is no need to force it.

This kid... now has this kind of consciousness.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Lao Shi. Perhaps Hong Xinshu's parents should thank him, not himself.

Shi Jin is a little uncomfortable now. Although he pretends not to be uncomfortable, in fact, he and Hong Xinshu have stayed here the longest since the opening of the music scene.

There is a big gap between the two people's ages, and the old history loves Shenkan. He always talks about the insights he can only have at his age. After listening to more books, Hong Xin is naturally more mature than before.

"Okay, let's go away."

Feeling the subtle atmosphere, Zhang Xiaojian yelled.

Bai Yang said, "If you don't want to drink anymore, why don't I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart?"

Old history reconsidered: "Walk."

So a group of people got into a commercial car and found an authentic barbecue restaurant in Jiangcheng to have a drink. The wine table always mentioned Hong Xinshu from time to time... If people who don’t know stand by and hear all of their chats, 80% would think that Hong Xinshu was a person who died young...

———

This night is the most common night for most people living in Jiangcheng.

About the same moon, about the same temperature, eating about the same meal, watching the same drama, life is as ordinary as water, and tomorrow will be about the same day mechanically.

Lao Wang took Zhang Keying back to his similar house, turned on the almost bright light, and everything in front of him made him feel that he was much worse than the Emperor.

It's a lot worse...

For the old-fashioned folding dining table, a large piece of veneer has fallen off.

The moldy areas in the corners spread after half a year and became a large area.

The sheets on the sofa are already covered with dust, and the TV set he bought when he got married is not called an LCD but called a back, I don’t know if it can be lit.

"Enter." Old Wang frowned, feeling a little embarrassed, and immediately said: "Or, let's open a room for you at night."

The superstar Zhang Keying took off the sunglasses he was still wearing at night, and looked at the old house in front of him with a smile: "No, just here."

It's just that as soon as these words came out, she felt as if she was a bit too...so she added: "It's not convenient for me to go out. It's very troublesome if I get caught."

Lao Wang nodded, then put down the simple luggage he had brought and bought some food and drink at the convenience store downstairs, and opened the refrigerator... so he frowned again.

The old-fashioned refrigerator was not air-cooled. Although it was emptied when leaving, only some drinks and beer were left, there was still an unpleasant smell of food residue when it was opened, so he closed the refrigerator door and did not put the purchased items. Go in.

Here, Zhang Keying was neat, took off his jacket, picked up the broom and started sweeping the floor. Pharaoh looked at this scene for a moment, sighed inwardly, and then immediately reached out to help.

Organizing the room may seem simple, but in fact... is a very trivial task.

It might not be long if the person who sorted them out could make it through. However, both Lao Wang and Zhang Keying were obviously unable to make it through, so it would be a waste of time to clean up the corners.

Finally, the old house was finally cleaned up, and the two of them were hungry.

So I made another home-cooked dinner.

Finally, two dishes and one soup were served. Lao Wang and Zhang Keying sat down and ate a large bowl of white rice. After eating, they both leaned on the back of the chair with satisfaction, lazily not wanting to speak.

I don't know how long it has been. Lao Wang looked at Zhang Keying and said with a smile, "I will show you something interesting."

"what?"

Lao Wang didn't answer, God secretly got into the small balcony of his house, and took out a yellowish rolled cardboard out of a pile of old things and tatters.

"this is?"

Zhang Keying's eyes widened, and Lao Wang laid out the hard material, and an old poster came into view.

The person printed on the poster is Zhang Keying. She seems to be singing, holding a microphone, her hairstyle is washing, cutting and blowing, and she draws big black eyeliner. She has very spicy eyes...

Zhang Keying rolled her eyes: "So you were my fan many years ago?"

Lao Wang gave a dry cough. Actually... he didn't like Zhang Keying in those years, and only started to like watching her TV series in the last two years.

How to answer this question now?

Is it necessary to learn a little sword... if it is a little sword, he should say: "Yes, no matter before and now, I like..."

No, it was disgusting, so Lao Wang learned another trick of Zhang Xiaojian: "The moon tonight is really round."

Zhang Keying smiled, rolled up the poster again, and said, "Send this to me, I like it."

Lao Wang Muna nodded: "Okay."

————

It seems that the departure of Hong Xinshu is equivalent to a funeral, and the wine bureau that remembered Hong Xinshu for a night is finally over.

A commercial vehicle took Zhang Xiaojian home, took out the key, opened the door, and after entering the small courtyard, Zhang Xiaojian saw that the light in the small villa was still on.

Zhang Xiaojian sighed, knowing that the second aunt who knew he would come back was waiting for him again.

Sure enough, he pushed open the door gently, put on slippers, and saw the second aunt dozing off on the sofa, and soap operas were still playing on the TV...the excited quarrels and family disputes were like a lullaby.

But even if Zhang Xiaojian tried her best not to make any noise, the second aunt woke up, looked at Zhang Xiaojian dazedly and said, "I'm back."

Then she stood up and sniffed, and said, "Drink, I have known for a long time, there are porridge and side dishes on the table, it will warm the stomach, I will go to bed after eating, I will not do it, I will go upstairs first."

Zhang Xiaojian: "Oh", watching the second aunt go upstairs.

Sitting at the dining table, opening the buttoned lid, he took a sip of warm porridge, but he still didn't quite understand why the mother stayed up all night to wait for the child to come back, and then went to sleep without saying a few words. ...

Hey... OK, Zhang Xiaojian drank another spoonful of porridge, and the phone rang.

After opening it, his pupils began to dilate.

Looking at the long string of text before him, he really didn't know how to reply.

——Hello Xiaojian, I’m Zhao Fang, Wang Quan’s ex-wife, I’m sorry to bother you, but because of my daughter’s affairs, I would like to understand his current situation from the side. I heard that you are his boss. Not in Jiangcheng, if you are, I would like to treat you to a meal if convenient...

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