Back to 80: My Literary Life

At around 8pm, Fang Minghua went out wearing a T-shirt and shorts. He knew he was going to drink so he didn't drive. He took a Xiali to get there.

Today, the number of customers at Lao Sun's BBQ restaurant increased significantly because the boss moved a 21-inch color TV outside the door, attracting many customers, some of whom were wearing blue or blue and white jerseys. Today was a battle between the host Italy and the defending champion Argentina in the semi-finals.

Fang Minghua found that Zhao Hongjun, who was occupying an empty table, was also wearing a No. 10 blue autumn shirt!

"Fuck! When did you become an Italian fan?" Fang Minghua was stunned.

"The day before yesterday! I like Roberto. Baggio, he is so handsome!"

Baggio is handsome, a melancholy prince. Among the stars of the same era, he may not play the best football, but he is definitely the most handsome.

However, Baggio doesn't seem to wear No. 10 jersey in the national team, right?

He is a fake fan at first glance.

Fang Minghua was too lazy to argue with him about this, and sat down on the chair opposite. This position was just right for a clear view of the TV, which was showing a football game.

Fang Minghua was definitely not a football fan. He watched some Premier League, Bundesliga, and Serie A with his classmates when he was in college before he traveled through time. He had some poor football knowledge and a few big stars.

Seeing Zhao Hongjun shouting with a bunch of fans, he was speechless.

He probably only knew Baggio.

But this song "Summer in Italy" is really nice.

Pouring himself a glass of beer, Fang Minghua thought about what happened when he went to the kindergarten to pick up his child yesterday, and he tentatively said:

"Hey, Hongjun, I went to the kindergarten to pick up my child yesterday, and my sister-in-law asked me something."

"What did she ask you?"

Zhao Hongjun asked casually while drinking beer and staring at the TV.

"She asked me if you had someone outside."

After hearing this, Zhao Hongjun froze with the beer glass in his hand, and turned around to look at Fang Minghua: "What did you say?"

"I said that you often went to Hainan during this period, and I rarely saw you, so I didn't know. This is the fact, right? Hongjun!"

"Huh?"

"Hey, do you have someone?"

After hearing this, Zhao Hongjun put down the beer glass and sighed.

"You are my best friend, so I will tell the truth. I didn't control my second child, and the other party got pregnant."

"Ah? Who?"

"Liu Xue."

"Oh, no wonder, you run around outside with your beautiful female secretary all day, it would be strange if nothing happened." Fang Minghua complained.

"Yes. Minghua, I just made a mistake that every man would make."

"Come on. Stop making excuses for yourself. What are you going to do?"

"I bought a house for Liu Xue in Haikou and let her live there. She will work at Shengshi Bookstore. If you give birth to the child, you will have both sons and daughters. I still want a boy."

"What if it's a girl?"

"I've checked with a doctor. It's a boy." Zhao Hongjun lit a cigarette and said lightly.

"What about Wang Xia? Divorce?"

"I don't want to. I don't want Minmin to be hurt because of my divorce with her mother."

"Fuck, you are going to have a red flag flying at home and colorful flags flying outside." Fang Minghua sighed.

"Don't you want to? Tangtang's cousin, the girl named Li Li, has always been obsessed with you?" Zhao Hongjun asked back.

"Don't talk nonsense. Li Li is abroad now and has a boyfriend."

"What's wrong with having a boyfriend? What's wrong with getting married? It's hard for a woman to forget a man who lives in her heart."

"I was originally talking about you, but it ended up involving me. You should handle your own affairs. I don't care about it, and I can't care about it."

"Don't worry, I will handle it. Let's have a drink." Zhao Hongjun raised his glass: "I tell you, houses in Haikou are cheap now, you might as well buy one."

"Hidden beauty like you?"

"No. You also know that more and more people are going to Hainan now. I think the price of houses in Hainan will increase in the future."

"Is it possible? Do you want to invest in real estate?" Fang Minghua picked up a kebab and ate it slowly, and asked.

Zhao Hongjun shook his head.

"Real estate? That depends on the right time, right place, right people, and I feel that it's not the right time now."

"Okay, you take your time to feel it."

The two raised their glasses and drank one more. Zhao Hongjun turned his head and looked at the TV and suddenly cursed: "Fuck! Why don't you let Baggio play? Is the coach eating shit!"

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when Fang Minghua returned to the barbecue restaurant. Zhao Hongjun left cursing.

Because his favorite Italian team lost to Argentina in the penalty shootout in overtime, and the culprit was Baggio.

When he got home, the children were already asleep. Fang Minghua went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed clothes and went into the bedroom.

Song Tangtang was half leaning on the bed reading a book - Peter Drucker's "Management: Mission, Responsibility, and Tasks". Seeing Fang Minghua come in, he put down the book and asked.

"Is the game over?"

"Well, Zhao Hongjun, that fake fan, probably doesn't even know offside." Fang Minghua smiled.

"You men take this opportunity to sit together and drink beer and eat barbecue."

"Hey, Tangtang, let me tell you something."

"What?"

"There are people outside the Red Army."

"Huh?"

Fang Minghua told him what Wang Xia asked him yesterday and what he talked about with Zhao Hongjun today.

Song Tangtang didn't seem to be surprised.

"Zhao Hongjun was a playboy before marriage. Do you expect him to be a good man after marriage? He found such a beautiful female secretary, it's only a matter of time. It's just that Wang Xia is wronged. She is a good woman."

"Yes, Wang Xia is a little fat, but her character and personality are impeccable." Fang Minghua also sighed.

"So, you men are always looking at the pot while eating from the bowl."

"Hey, don't beat all men to death with one stick. I'm not like that. I'm looking at the bowl while eating from the bowl."

Song Tangtang laughed.

"I want to tell you something. Lili wrote to say that she is going to get married, that is, with that Chinese."

"Didn't you say that Lili doesn't like that man very much? Why get married?" Fang Minghua was very surprised.

"My second aunt is pressing me, and Lili herself said that if she can't find someone she likes, she will find someone who likes her to marry."

Fang Minghua shook her head after hearing this.

"Then this marriage is terrible."

"Yes, but I hope Lili is happy, otherwise I will never feel at ease for the rest of my life." Song Tangtang said faintly.

"You are here again. Okay, okay, I was wrong just now, Lili will be happy." Fang Minghua hurriedly comforted.

"You said that? If Lili is not happy in the future, I will find you."

Oh my God.

Fang Minghua was stunned.

How could it be blamed on me?