My 1979

Just do what comes to mind, this is his characteristic.

When he announced to Bai Yueting that he was moving, Bai Yueting didn't react for a while.

She asked, "Where should I move to?"

He Zhou said, "It's convenient for me to go to Pudong to go to work. It's too tiring to run back and forth every day. It takes an hour just to be stuck in traffic every day. I really can't stand the hassle."

Then she generously said that from now on this place belongs to her alone.

He didn't see any happiness on her face.

His luggage was very simple, including two quilts, some changes of clothes, dozens of books, computers, and two bags filled with miscellaneous things. The convertible of the car was opened, and in Bai Yueting's aching look, one by one, Stack it on the car.

The pile was so high that the hood couldn't be closed. After pulling with his hands to no avail, he kicked it. Bai Yueting turned her back and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

It didn’t close in the end anyway.

"Bye, I'll treat you to dinner when I have time." He waved to her after getting in the car.

"Okay." She forced a smile, and then watched the car drive away.

He became a sight on the road. When he stopped at a traffic light, someone took pictures of him, and he turned his head away on purpose.

The new residence is also a villa, and has become a neighbor to Sang Chunling's family.

Not only Sang Chunling came, but also her father and mother came with her. Her father was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and drinking tea. Her mother was cooking in the kitchen, and she was miserable, helping to clean up and was covered in sweat.

I was so tired that I hired five cleaning ladies with just one phone call.

As soon as He Zhou arrived at the place, what he heard was the rumbling sound of a super-powerful vacuum cleaner.

"Auntie, please take it easy." When I looked up, I saw an aunt hanging on a safety rope and playing Spider-Man on the third floor.

Sang Yongbo helped him move a box from the car, and then said, "It's okay, they are all professionals."

"Uncle, I'll do it myself." He Zhou hurriedly tried to stop him.

"What a big deal." Sang Yongbo then helped him get things and said with a smile, "It's better to move here. In the future, the two families will be close to each other, so there is no need to open a separate stove. Whatever your aunt does, you can eat with us."

"That's what I thought," He Zhou hugged the quilt and put it into the bedroom first, then turned around and went into the kitchen to greet Sang Yongbo's wife, "Auntie, it's been a long time since I had the fried pork with pickles you made. "

Sang Yongbo's wife said, "I made it today too. It was the porridge your uncle brought back from home when your grandpa passed away. He stir-fried it with the black-haired pig. It will be out of the pot right away. You can try the taste later."

"Okay." He Zhou said happily.

After moving twice, Sang Yongbo asked, "Is this just a few things?"

He Zhou said, "Not much. I have only been in Pujiang for a short time. I have no chance to think about it."

Sang Chunling lowered her head and looked weak as she came down from upstairs and said, "Hey, you have to treat me to meals for three days in a row. I really risked my life for your house."

"Old?" Her mother suddenly poked her head out of the kitchen and exclaimed, "You're not old. She's in her thirties and doesn't even have a partner."

Then he said to He Zhou, "You are not an outsider. If I tell you in front of you, I won't mind making excuses."

He Zhou shook his head helplessly, it shouldn't be, it shouldn't be.

The cleaning lady cleaned everything from inside to outside. Sang Chunling wanted to pay, but he stopped her and finally insisted on paying by herself.

Upstairs and downstairs, wandering around the house, he saw two jars of wine on the wine rack and asked with a smile, "Uncle, is it yours?"

Sang Yongbo said, "Your uncle Guangcai has hidden a lot of private goods. I extorted some of it. This is an advantage for you. I'll give you two jars to try the taste."

"Yellow wine?" He Zhou was surprised. When did these people start drinking rice wine?

Sang Yongbo said, "Old yellow wine, the wine has the aroma of aging, and the wine referred to here is yellow wine.

Rice wine is not easy to store. If it is not stored properly, it will have a sour taste and become rancid. However, if it is stored well, the taste will never be wrong.

Without further ado, we will have a meal together at noon. "

He Zhou said, "No problem."

The alcohol content of rice wine is not high, and it is not easy to get drunk. The most he drank was seven or eight pounds, which was like drinking water.

"Then don't wait, let's start." Sang Yongbo brought peanuts from the kitchen in one hand and melons in the other. After putting them on the table, he opened the rice wine, sniffed it with his nose and said, "It's fragrant. If you think it tastes good, I'll ask your Uncle Guangcai for it in a few days."

He Zhou asked curiously, "Where did Uncle Guangcai get so many?"

Sang Yongbo said, "He bought a winery, dug up the foundation to build a factory building, and when he dug underneath, it turned out to be a cellar. How old is it? It hasn't been there for thirty years. Even the old employees in the factory don't know.

The restructuring came and went, and seven or eight bosses were replaced, and in the end it was advantageous for him. "

He Zhou said, "That's also luck."

He filled two people's glasses respectively, and the thick wine was still sloshing in them.

Sang Yongbo said, "Of course it's luck. I opened a supermarket and sold wine, and purchased five or six wineries. As a result, not only did I make no profit, I also lost everything. I really can't say luck."

The food and wine were served slowly.

He Zhou greeted, "Auntie, you can eat too."

Sang Yongbo's wife said, "You and your uncle can eat together. I've invited a group of ladies to come over and play cards. Now that the time has come, I have to wait on them. If I'm late, I'm sure they'll be nagging me."

"Auntie, go ahead and do your work. Thank you for your hard work." He Zhou couldn't stay any longer.

He and Sang Chunbo drank one glass at a time, and before they knew it, they finished the entire jar.

When he was opening the second forum, Sang Chunling came over with her mobile phone, pointed at the screen and said, "Haha, you are on the hot search."

He squinted and saw that it was a photo of him waiting at a traffic light at an intersection. The title was "Inhumane, luxury car turns into a truck in an instant."

Open it casually.

"We poor people don't understand the thinking of rich people at all. We are so rich and we still move ourselves."

"Being rich is not necessarily the happiest thing, but it is definitely very happy. The happiness of rich people cannot be imagined by poor people."

"Tuhao, the color of your car doesn't match today's weather."

The more I looked at it, the more boring it became. Fortunately, his face was not in the picture, so he didn't care.

Continue to drink with Sang Yongbo.

Just as Sang Yongbo was about to raise his glass, his secretary walked in and whispered a few words in his ear. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

He Zhou said, "Uncle, if you have something to do, go ahead."

Sang Yongbo put down his chopsticks and said, "The leader is visiting. I have to go there at short notice. You two eat slowly."

Then he left in a panic.

"Shall we drink?" Sang Chunling asked.

He Zhou said, "It's up to you, I don't care. Just don't get drunk."

He was quite afraid that she was drunk and that she would not even recognize her. No wonder she couldn't find a boyfriend.

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