I Really Didn’t Want to be Born Again

Since the opening of the Oriental Hotel, it has been in business almost every day, probably because of its location, service, and reputation. It is the first hotel in Hong Kong City. The morning on the 18th was full of sunshine, dispelling the strong chill.

Today, Xiao Hongwei, deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, is hosting a banquet here. The hotel manager personally asked about the details, trying to make a good impression on the bureau, so that he would be able to catch up on meeting in the future.

At the main entrance, a bright banner has been drawn.

"Xiao Hongwei and Lu Yuqing's daughter, Xiao Rongyu, happy 20th birthday!"

This is the characteristic of the customs in northern Jiangsu. The age of 20 is a very important day, only for weddings and funerals.

At around 9 o'clock, a group of people appeared at the hotel entrance one after another. Some were old ladies wearing grey and white cotton jackets, some were women holding children, and some were uncles who smoked dry cigarettes. Of course, some were wearing only thin leather jackets on cold days. The young people greeted each other with handshake from afar, and called out affectionately.

These are all relatives of Xiao Hongwei's family. Although Lao Xiao and Lu Yuqing are in very good families, some of their relatives are just simple farmers, but they are very enthusiastic. I heard that juniors or cousins ​​were over 20 years old and took a ride to the city very early. Up.

In fact, rural people pay more attention to etiquette and have a deeper sense of family.

After 9:30, another group of relatives arrived.

Most of this part came by car. All of them seemed to be middle-aged couples with successful careers, with children dressed neatly. The cigarettes they took out were all over 20 yuan, and there were even a lot of Chinese.

In fact, it’s also very strange. Obviously everyone is relatives, but the wealthy relatives will first go to Xiao Hongwei’s house and take a seat, as if they are bright. Those who are more ordinary, everyone are in a tacit understanding. To the hotel.

This is also a very interesting embodiment of the social vernacular view.

Around 10 o'clock, Lao Xiao's family also came, because there were constant relatives coming to the door, which was a long time delay.

Lao Xiao is considered a peculiar person in the small city of Hong Kong, so some relatives waited for an hour, and they would not get angry, especially the hotel manager was very good at being a man, and kept asking the waiter to serve tea.

After getting out of the car, Lao Xiao apologized one by one: "Sorry, sorry, we are late."

"It's okay, cousin, where is the eldest niece?"

"It's not too late, it's only 10 o'clock."

"Yeah, we just arrived."

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Relatives were very considerate and comforted. While greeting, Xiao Hongwei took out Zhonghua from his pocket and started to disperse the smoke. At this time, Xiao Rongyu's grandma, mother and herself all got out of the car.

Grandma is a big red cotton-padded jacket, with pearls dotted on the sleeves, which looks very festive;

Mom is a brown woolen trench coat, which is even more luxurious;

Xiao Rongyu is a pink down jacket with light makeup, her delicate melon seed face is crystal clear as jade, her curled eyelashes flicker, her mouth is pink and shiny, and her iconic ponytail shakes with her body. Swaying left and right, showing the vivacity and youth of 20 years old.

Relatives smiled and gathered around.

"Mistress, your old man is going to have his birthday."

"Sister-in-law, the style of your trench coat is really beautiful."

"Xiao Yu'er is 20 years old and will always be so beautiful."

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Next, Xiao Hongwei took Xiao Rongyu to greet relatives.

Because some relatives have few contacts and the reason for her to go to school, she may not have met a few times, but since people are attending the banquet, they must be politely called.

Xiao Yu'er has a sharp mouth and a sweet voice. Coupled with a good family, many elders still want to give red envelopes. Lu Yuqing hurriedly stopped. It has been more than a month since the Spring Festival. Where else can I receive red envelopes.

The brothers of the same generation in their 20s, when they saw their sister so beautiful, they responded somewhat coyly.

Before the hello, Xiao Rongyu's **** was already followed by a large group of little kids, all elementary school students and the kindergarten team, they saw that her sister was beautiful, all around her thighs, looking up at Xiao Rongyu. .

The hotel manager knew that Xiao Ju was coming, and he hurried out from the lobby to say hello. He deliberately took out Jianye 95 Supreme, respectfully and warmly and said, "Xiao Ju, there are many people today."

"Ok."

Xiao Hongwei was a little dizzy busy, he asked in a long story: "Everything is arranged."

"All right."

The hotel manager patted his chest and promised: "There will be no problems."

Xiao Hongwei relaxed, and took the initiative to shake hands with the hotel manager: "Then I will leave it to you."

"correct."

Old Xiao took out a red envelope from his pocket: "This is for the master of ceremonies. You can convey it to me."

The hotel manager was holding the red envelope, wondering: Isn't it the emcee you invited, and it wasn't the hotel, how can I tell you?

However, Xiao Hongwei didn't have time to explain, because he and Lu Yuqing's colleagues came over around 10:30.

These are all "big men", at least in Hong Kong.

The titles of various directors and directors are flying all over the sky. Now that the eight regulations have not yet come out, the children of leadership can still hold birthday banquets. Lao Xiao quickly left his relatives and brought Xiao Rongyu to greet the group of uncles, uncles, and aunts.

Relatives will not feel left out, but a little envious, because you can tell from the friends you make.

Lao Chen and Liang Meijuan also came over. Their unit was close, and they agreed to walk over.

"Why did you show up?"

Xiao Hongwei said in a hurry: "My voice is dumb when I speak."

"Uncle Chen, Aunt Liang."

Xiao Yu'er followed over to say hello.

"Girlfriend~"

Liang Meijuan didn't know what to say, so she stretched out her hand to hug Xiao Rongyu, and Xiao Yuer obediently leaned her head on Liang Meijuan's shoulder.

They all knew that Chen Hansheng would be absent from this banquet.

But Xiao Hongwei didn't know, he also looked back, "Where's Han Sheng, where did this kid go to play?"

"He He······"

Liang Meijuan didn't know how to explain it.

Fortunately, Xiao Hongwei just asked in passing. He absolutely didn't believe that Chen Hansheng would be absent today. He turned around and said to Chen Zhaojun: "Old Chen, I'm going to take care of my relatives. Please help me comfort my colleague from the unit, Xiao Yuer. You follow Dad, there are still some elders here who need to know."

After Xiao Hongwei left with her daughter, Liang Meijuan looked at her husband: "What should I do, the dog still doesn't answer the phone, or let's put down the gift money and go back..."

"What nonsense?"

Chen Zhaojun interrupted his wife directly: "If my son ran away, can my parents follow?"

Old Chen took out his entertainment cigarette and began to help Xiao Hongwei greet the guests.

If you say where Chen Hansheng learned his social and social skills, half of it was brought about by his independent personality, and half was inspired by Old Chen.

I saw Chen Zhaojun calmly "into the inside". When he met guests within the system, he first introduced his identity, and then talked about some small anecdotes about the officialdom of Hong Kong City; occasionally he met Xiao Hongwei’s rural relatives, and he talked about this year’s Harvest; when he meets relatives who are relatively rich, Lao Chen talks to them about the changes in the market economy system.

Old Chen has been practicing calligraphy for many years. He has good self-cultivation and temperament. Coupled with a good work unit, he gives a lot of face to everyone.

In this way, standing until 11 o'clock in the sun, the hotel manager said that it was almost time, and the banquet officially started at 12 o'clock before Xiao Hongwei yelled everyone to enter the main hall.

"Girl hurry up, you are the protagonist today."

Old Xiao saw Xiao Yu'er standing at the door, his eyes kept on the south.

"Got it."

Xiao Rongyu answered silently, there was no red Xiali in his sight, only a gray bus slowly drove in.

This bus is very inconspicuous, just with the "Su A" Jianye license plate.

In the carriage, the content of the discussion is all about the life of college students.

"We changed dorms this semester. I have been living in the new dormitory with insomnia, but I didn't expect to sleep comfortably in Hong Kong City."

"I didn't expect to be a sophomore in a blink of an eye. Time flies so fast."

"Little Meng, how many scores did you score on the Level 4 exam in December last year?"

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A dark-skinned boy also asked his companion next to him: "How much is your grade 4?"

"It's more than 100 points~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A voice jokingly replied: "In short, everyone is in three digits, but the difference is not that big. "

"Is the level 4 with more than 100 points the same as the level 4 with more than 500 points?"

The dark-skinned boy said dissatisfied: "I didn't answer the listening questions well, but fortunately I barely passed the fourth level."

"It's awesome. I can't get a good score in English listening with headphones. It's better to rely on my feeling to be accurate."

The boy who had scored more than 100 in the Level 4 test stood up. He was actually wearing a formal suit and leather shoes. He looked out the window and said, "I have arrived at the hotel. Please pay attention, go into the village quietly. Don't shoot."

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(Lao Liu wanted to write truthfully and meticulously, but he was worried that you talked about water. In fact, there is no water at all for more than 2,700 words. Recently, many "trainee" readers have been picking and choosing. Can readers with fan value leave messages?!!!)