Rebirth and daily cultivation

Yuzhou City, Mingya City Community.

A black Range Rover with a domineering appearance drove into the gate. The security guard quickly opened the access control. The Range Rover drove all the way and finally stopped in front of a residential building.

Yao Haikuo, who was in the driver's seat, frowned: "Why isn't my car parked in my parking space?"

The next second, he recognized the familiar license plate, and Yao Haikuo felt relieved.

He found an empty space and parked the car, then picked up the big plastic bag, stepped into the elevator, and knocked on the door.

Yao Yiyao hugged the clean Maine Coon cat and shouted: "Dad!"

Yao Haikuo smiled and said, "Is your Uncle Lou here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man walked out of the room. He was neither fat nor thin, his waist was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes were particularly sharp and oppressive.

After Lou Rui saw Yao Haikuo, he lost his aura and became friendly: "Brother Yao!"

Yao Haikuo was embarrassed. He went to the farmhouse to buy groceries. Because he was playing King of Fighters and killing everyone, he even forgot that there were guests at home today.

He quickly picked up the big plastic bag in his hand and signaled: "Brother Lou, when I heard you were coming today, I specially asked someone to cook free-range chickens from the countryside and made a pot of wild crucian carp soup!"

"Then I'm in a good mood today!" Lou Rui was in a good mood as well.

He and Yao Haikuo are old classmates. Now, twenty or thirty years later, they always find time to get together once or twice a year. He is in a high position, and pure friendship is really rare.

"Come on, come on!" Yao Haikuo entered the house and saw Mrs. Lou Rui and his daughter. He wondered: "Isn't Lun Lun here?"

Lou Rui said: "I went to play with my classmates."

After exchanging a few words, Yao Yiyao washed a plate of blueberries and served them to the adults.

She returned to the bedroom with the Maine Coon cat in her arms and looked at the girl with cold white skin and oval face: "Keke, do you watch TV series?"

Lou Keke sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his mobile phone, concentrating on his thoughts.

Hearing this, she turned her face and forced a smile: "No need, I just have fun."

Yao Yiyao sat next to her. Lou Keke did not cover the content on her phone. Yao Yiyao found that it was information about exchange students. She asked in confusion: "Do you want to study abroad?"

Lou can deny it.

Yao Yiyao said: "In the past few years of our No. 2 Middle School, there were foreign exchange students. I heard from former seniors that their hair was long and handsome. Unfortunately, after arriving at No. 2 Middle School, they were cut off by the Academic Affairs Office within two days."

Lou Keke laughed dumbly.

Yao Yiyao: "But I haven't heard of foreign exchange students in the past two years. I heard from the head teacher that outstanding students from rural schools with designated assistance may be allowed to study in our school."

Lou Keke suddenly asked: "Is there anything similar in Yuzhou No. 4 Middle School?"

"Um..." It involves Yao Yiyao's knowledge blind spot, but she still said: "The level of Yuzhou No. 4 Middle School should not be enough. Well, not necessarily. Now the No. 4 Middle School is quite famous under the blessing of President Changqingye Shao. Well, maybe we can start an exchange student program.”

Thinking of Yuzhou No. 4 Middle School, she couldn't help but think of Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong, and their super delicious duck, Osmanthus Lotus Root.

Yesterday, she urged her father to buy some supplements and send them to Jiang Ning. After all, it was a life-saving grace that she would never forget. However, today her old classmates are getting together.

When Lou Keke heard this, he fixed his gaze and said, "Okay."

"Hey, the exchange student is too far away from me, but there is something that is quite annoying." Yao Yiyao complained.

Lou Keke: "What's wrong?"

Yao Yiyao sighed: "My dad has an old classmate coming later. I used to hear him joking, saying that he and his old classmate had made an agreement that if the child in the future was of the opposite sex, they planned to get married!"

Lou Keke said calmly: "Don't worry, we can't count."

…

Urban areas, supermarkets.

A dark, muscular middle-aged man taught earnestly:

"Yuzhu, when you see your uncle later, talk sweetly. He is now the big boss in charge of engineering. The last time your dad and I went to Changqingye to do the work, it was your uncle who introduced us! And your sister's school problems, I have to ask others to solve it!"

Like a yellow jade pillar carved from a mold, he immediately grinned: "Don't worry, Dad."

When Huang Guan saw this, he nodded with satisfaction. His eldest son had always been steady.

Huang Guan rode a motorcycle: "Okay, let's go, I will take you."

Driving all the way, the gate of the community was blocked by a railing. Seeing this, the security guard waved his hand: "You are not allowed to enter through this door. Enter through the north gate!"

Huang Guan quickly took out a cigarette with a smile on his face. The security guard took a look and found that it was Huang Wanyan: "I said no, didn't you hear me? Enter through the north gate. If someone gets scratched, you can afford it. Responsibility?"

Huang Guan had no choice but to move his motorcycle in a panic, and after a lot of effort found the north gate, he drove into the community, searched for the building number, and finally found the location of Yao Haikuo's home.

Inside the house, Yao Yiyao heard a knock on the door and hurriedly picked up the Maine Coon cat and went out, only to see her father and Uncle Lou eating blueberries with purple lips and talking loudly, as if they were poisoned.

‘It’s broken, it’s causing trouble! ’ Yao Yiyao suppressed laughter.

She opened the door and was met by a dark-skinned middle-aged man. Yao Yiyao was slightly startled and asked politely: "Hello, who are you?"

Yao Haikuo's hearty voice came from behind: "Guanzi, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"It turns out he is my dad's old classmate, so old..." Yao Yiyao cursed.

At the same time, a dark and honest young man behind the middle-aged man appeared in her field of vision.

At first glance, he thought he was a middle-aged man’s brother.

After being introduced by his father, Yao Yiyao found out that it was his son named Huang Yuzhu.

After a polite greeting, Yao Yiyao took the Maine Coon back to the bedroom. Lou Keke looked at the huge cat and couldn't help asking: "Aren't you tired of carrying it around?"

Yao Yiyao looked down at the clingy fat cat and hesitated for two seconds: "Yes, it's quite tiring..."

Half an hour later, the dinner table was occupied by several old men.

Yao Haikuo boasted: "This morning I played games at the farmhouse opened by Brother Yang. King of Fighters 97, you know? I beat the whole audience!"

Lou Rui disdainfully: "You can beat the whole audience with your skills? I'll take on three of you!"

"Hey, if you don't agree, let's go to the farmhouse after dinner and play a few games?" Yao Haikuo invited.

"Let's do it!" Lou Rui agreed immediately.

Yao Yiyao, who was listening, thought it was fun. She heard from his father that Uncle Lou was the executive deputy director of the Yuzhou Public Security Bureau, at the deputy director level. She didn't expect that he would like to play games.

However, this also proves the preciousness of friendship.

Previously, her ancestral tomb was blown up by the Wu brothers. Her mother asked her father to ask Uncle Lou for help, but her father refused because the backer of the Wu brothers happened to be the one in charge of politics and law, who was Uncle Lou's immediate superior.

'My father values ​​friendship so much, he won't really match them up, right...' Yao Yiyao was worried.

Yao Haikuo raised his glass: "There was also Xiaoguan who played games with me back then. He didn't want to play, so I gave him two game coins, and he died when he went up, hahaha!"

After Huang Guan heard this, he smiled and raised his glass as well: "I don't know how to play, President Yao, I toast you a glass!"

As soon as these words came out, Yao Haikuo's face changed, and Lou Rui beside him shook his head secretly.

After three rounds of wine and the dinner, Huang Guan said goodbye and left. Yao Haikuo glanced at the gift on the ground, which was Wuliangye. Considering Huang Guan's family conditions, it was definitely a heavy gift.

So, he pointed at the gift on the ground: "Xiaoguan, take the things away."

Huang Guan said frankly: "How can that be? You often treated me to snacks when you were in school, and I have always remembered it!"

Yao Haikuo didn't care at all: "I bought too many things at home, and I couldn't finish them every time. Isn't it just right to bring them to you? What kind of help is that!"

After a lot of shirking, Huang Guan failed to give the gift and had to take it home.

From beginning to end, Yao Yiyao didn't hear a word of matchmaking.

On the way back, the cold wind blew. Huang Guan rode a motorcycle and sighed: "Zhuzi, when your uncle Yao was in school, he brought me delicious food every day. I couldn't bear to eat it, so I hid it all and took it home for your aunt to eat..."

"Aunt..." Huang Yuzhu pondered. In his memory, his aunt had excellent grades since childhood, and later entered university, went abroad to study, and finally moved abroad. She hasn't been home for many years and is from two different worlds.

His father gave the best to his aunt since childhood, but in the end, he got such a result.

Huang Guan thought of his younger sister when he was young. He gradually fell silent and finally said, "Zhuzi, when you have a promising future, be nice to your uncle Yao and the others."

Huang Yuzhu grinned and smiled honestly: "Of course."

At the intersection, Huang Guan put his son down and picked up two bottles of Wuliangye to see if he could return them.

On his way home, Huang Yuzhu saw his younger sister standing in front of the iron gate.

On the side of the iron gate was an old and dilapidated house. Opposite the iron gate was a brand new community with a children's playground. Many children in new clothes chased and played with fireworks and firecrackers.

His younger sister's grades were very good. His father said that her grades were as good as his aunt's.

"Little sister!" Huang Yuzhu shouted.

The little girl turned her head: "Brother Zhu."

Huang Yuzhu touched his pocket and made up his mind: "Let's go, I'll take you shopping!"

The little girl was excited: "Really? Brother?"

Her family has always been stingy.

"It's true." Huang Yuzhu led the way.

After arriving at the store, Huang Yuzhu scanned the dazzling array of small commodities and waved his hand: "Buy whichever you like, I'll pay!"

The little sister's eyes were bright, and she took a small box of fairy sticks: "Okay, brother."

When Huang Yuzhu saw it, he reached out to put down the fairy sticks and said firmly: "Don't buy this!"

The little sister's expression froze. Did she violate the law of heaven?

Why give her hope first and then kill it?

The next second, Huang Yuzhu picked up a large box of fairy wood sticks: "Buy this big one."

The little girl was so excited that she almost jumped up: "Okay, brother!"

Huang Yuzhu looked at the little sister's happy smile, and he also showed an honest smile.

...

Heba.

After Teacher Qian's dining table was blown up, there was nothing to eat, and several friends he had invited left one after another with excuses.

Teacher Qian became a lonely man.

But the humiliation he suffered today was too much. The ranking of his enemies in his heart was Dongdong first, followed by Bawang, and then Jiang Ning and others.

He had no way to avenge Dongdong for the time being, but he would avenge Ba Wang today!

Teacher Qian was about to start a ritual. After he cleaned up the dining table, he took out the couplet paper from home, and then got a brush and ink to start writing Spring Festival couplets.

As the most talented person in Heba, Teacher Qian always wrote Spring Festival couplets for every household during the Spring Festival.

Butcher Zhang next door woke up and saw Teacher Qian writing couplets. He quickly moved a small stool to watch: "Old Qian, you wrote late this year!"

Teacher Qian didn't say anything. He held the brush in his hand and wrote: [The pen moves like a dragon and snake, shocking the wind and rain, and the poem becomes a brocade and shines the world]

Horizontal banner: Talented

Butcher Zhang immediately clapped his hands and shouted: "Good, good, what a talented person!"

He looked at the flowing, free and rigorous handwriting on the red paper and really couldn't let it go!

Butcher Zhang sighed: "Hey, this character is so beautifully written, I even think it looks good!"

Teacher Qian smiled expertly.

Butcher Zhang rubbed his hands: "Old Qian, I want to discuss something with you. Can you let me write a few strokes?"

Teacher Qian looked at him sideways. This butcher was obviously a rough man, but he still wanted to be arty. It was really tacky.

Teacher Qian didn’t want to waste pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so he refused: “You can’t learn.”

Butcher Zhang was unhappy: "How come I can't learn it? Look how good I am at killing pigs. If I learn from now on, I'm sure to be better than you!"

Teacher Qian sneered: "If you had this skill, you wouldn't be reduced to killing pigs."

He was chatting with old friends today. One of them taught in a junior college. He said that some junior college students work very hard now. They listen to lectures and take notes carefully every day. Teacher Qian laughed. If you love learning so much, why would you be reduced to attending a junior college?

Butcher Zhang was unhappy and unconvinced, but a rough guy like him always had some inexplicable 'admiration' when faced with educated people, and he didn't know how to refute in a short period of time.

The light in Teacher Qian's eyes flashed: "However, I appreciate you having this hobby. The so-called sage's words are teaching without distinction."

"That's all, just give it a try!"

Butcher Zhang was overjoyed, he could finally get some literary flair today.

He picked up the writing brush, glanced at the flowers randomly, and wrote like ghosts drawing talismans.

Butcher Zhang himself couldn't stand it.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Qian was horrified when he saw this: "Okay, okay, brother Zhang, I didn't realize that you are actually a sect of your own!"

Butcher Zhang was confused: "What do you mean?"

Teacher Qian walked back and forth, frowning and saying, "It looks like, it looks like, it looks so similar!"

Butcher Zhang didn't know why: "What does it look like? You told me!"

Teacher Qian suddenly stared at him: "Your handwriting looks very much like a person's. His name is Zheng Banqiao. He is a famous calligrapher in ancient times and is known as the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou!"

Butcher Zhang sat upright and listened attentively.

Teacher Qian started to make up nonsense: "Zheng Banqiao's handwriting is not much different from yours, because he has never been enlightened. It is said that when he sleeps at night, his hands are constantly making gestures!"

"He was a good eater of dog meat. One day, his dog died. He ate the dog meat with tears in his eyes in grief. After the meal, he picked up a pen to write a eulogy for the dog. Unexpectedly, he actually became a sect of his own and became a master!"

Teacher Qian boasted, his heart remained calm and his expression remained unchanged.

Butcher Zhang was shocked: "Seriously!"

Teacher Qian didn't answer. His eyes involuntarily moved towards the big wolfdog sunbathing at the door.

Butcher Zhang followed his gaze and also discovered Overlord.

Overlord, who had been peaceful for a long time, suddenly felt chilled all over.