Siheyuan: I have broken space

The standard restaurant hall decorated in the 1970s was full of guests and celebrating.

At the front of the hall, on the red curtain, there are five festive characters - Educated Youth Alumni Association.

Under the curtain, there was a piano, and a red carpet extended from the piano to the door of the private room.

This is a private room that Yang Huajian got through looking for connections.

Wang Tingxuan has something to do and needs to go a little later.

The class reunion has already begun at this time.

First, a female educated youth sang a song as the opening ceremony, and then Yang Huajian began to preside over the meeting.

It has to be said that Yang Huajian did come from a cadre family, and he was very comprehensive in his work. He even invited Secretary Yang over when he was jumping in line.

"Thank you everyone, everyone still thinks of us when they are together, as we say in Fangshan..." Secretary Yang said something on the stage, hoping that the students who returned to the city would think of ways to help jump in the queue.

After Secretary Yang finished speaking, Yang Huajianyou started talking.

"Brothers and sisters, one of us didn't come. Why didn't he come?"

"Let's collect the rags." Mao Tutu shouted from below.

"Ha ha."

Those who were unaware looked at each other and realized that Wang Tingxuan had not come over, so they guessed that it was him they were talking about.

Cheng Jianjun sat next to Su Meng and said to her: "You see, everyone knows that Chunming didn't dare to work properly and went to collect the rags. It would be embarrassing for you to come with him."

Su Meng also frowned, becoming even more unhappy with Wang Tingxuan's choice.

"Yes, Mao Tutu is right. Tell me, our gathering is such an important thing, but that guy Han Chunming actually said it would delay him from collecting rags. Shouldn't this guy be punished?" Yang Huajian continued to yell.

"Who deserves to be punished?" Wang Tingxuan came from outside, holding a cake in his hand.

"You should be punished. It's such a shame that you are late for a good class reunion." Mao Tutu stood up and pointed at Wang Tingxuan.

Wang Tingxuan walked to the front row and handed the cake in his hand to Cai Xiaoli.

"First of all, let me make it clear that I was not late on purpose. This is all the fault of Yang Huajian and Mao Tutu. I said we should have a class reunion and buy a cake to celebrate. The two boys said they had no money and said you were a rag collector. Look at the two of us.

If you have anything valuable on you, take it and sell it to buy cakes."

"In the end, I looked around and gave up. Why, the two of them combined were not worth a wine bottle. I had to run a few more streets and exchanged a hundred wine bottles for this cake.

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"Ha, ha, ha." The laughter became louder, and the atmosphere of the party was also stirred up by Wang Tingxuan.

Yang Huajian pointed at Wang Tingxuan, "Look what you mean, our party will also delay you from picking up rags. Okay, the cake has been received, let's just throw Han Chunming out."

Su Meng was very surprised when she saw Wang Tingxuan chatting and laughing with Yang Huajian and several other cadre children. He was not as unpopular as Cheng Jianjun said. On the contrary, Wang Tingxuan was particularly good among these classmates and educated youths.

"Look at you, then look at Chunming. When he came in, everyone was rushing to say hello to him."

Cheng Jianjun's face became even more ugly. When he saw Yang Huajian promoting Wang Tingxuan to collect rags, he felt quite happy. He never expected that Wang Tingxuan could resolve this embarrassment with a few simple words.

Su Meng didn't care about Cheng Jianjun's face, but focused on Wang Tingxuan who was joking with everyone in front. The relationship between the two of them was a bit awkward at this time, and Su Meng didn't know what to do.

Cai Xiaoli asked the waiter to bring a knife and some plates to separate the cakes. At the same time, she secretly looked at Wang Tingxuan, feeling very distressed. Wang Tingxuan was always a little distant from her.

Yang Huajian grabbed Wang Tingxuan and had no intention of letting him go.

"Don't leave! Look, our good friend is wearing such clothes and buying a cake. Tell us how the cake seller let you in."

Wang Tingxuan was actually well dressed. Although the style was relatively common in this era, the materials were higher than the cost of this party.

"How else can I get in? Just rely on my face. Let me tell you, the cake seller didn't want to take my money when she saw my face. My brother told him that he has to pay for things.

This is a matter of principle. That’s why she accepted it.”

"You can just be so pretty. With your face, ask everyone here if you believe it."

"Yes." Cai Xiaoli shouted.

"That's because you are blind." Yang Huajian said jokingly when he saw that Cai Xiaoli was trying to undermine him.

"Anyway, if you don't give us a performance today, don't even think about getting off the stage! Everyone, please tell me, right?"

"Yes!" Everyone cheered.

Yang Huajian shouted: "Sing one!"

"Don't do it. My brother is tone-deaf. Other people's singing costs money, but my brother's singing costs his life. I want to live a long life for everyone, so I won't be so ugly."

"Ha." The atmosphere became more and more lively.

Yang Huajian still held on to him. When Wang Tingxuan saw it, he obviously wanted to retaliate for his previous joke.

"Okay, I'm really not good at singing. Let me perform something special for everyone." Wang Tingxuan sat down at the table, took a few empty bowls, put them on the table, and played a song with his tachyon.

Many people at the scene were shocked. They didn't expect Wang Tingxuan to have such ability.

Yang Huajian had no choice but to let Wang Tingxuan go.

But Cheng Jianjun was not willing to let him go. When he first arrived, he saw the piano in front of him and had the idea to embarrass Wang Tingxuan.

"You are just being opportunistic. It doesn't count. He should be punished by playing the piano."

Playing the piano is not a problem for Wang Tingxuan, but he doesn't want to be in so much limelight. What's more, Cheng Jianjun works in a piano factory, and he deliberately said that he probably really thought that he was the only one who could play the piano.

Wang Tingxuan was a little upset when he saw someone following Cheng Jianjun and making noise. However, he was unwilling to do as he was told.

"This thing, I can only listen to it, but I really can't play it. Since this is played in the hotel, there must be a piano player here. Otherwise, how about I pay them to come over and play a few songs for everyone to cheer up.

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Others heard what Wang Tingxuan said and didn't follow suit. The price of piano is high, and even cadres like Yang Huajian can't play it, and they don't think Wang Tingxuan can play it.

"Forget it, everyone is just joking, there is no need to spend this money." This is a person who values ​​benefits.

Cheng Jianjun was furious. Wang Tingxuan didn't play his cards according to the routine at all. It was as if he was punched into the air.

He didn't understand how Wang Tingxuan could take collecting rags so lightly and bring it up himself. He didn't even understand why he could get out of the trap he had set so easily.

What made Cheng Jianjun even more angry was that Wang Tingxuan actually said that he wanted to pay others to play music. So what did he have to do? Even if he went up to play a few songs, he would not be taken seriously by others.