Special Years

"Oh! I came back after half the meal!"

Zhuang Buping, who was carrying the Louis Vuitton owner's bag, shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door: "Little brother, you're so shameless, but Dad said on the phone that if I can't make it back, he will go to the restaurant and take me prisoner in person. Take it back."

Standing at the door, Zhuang Buping finished changing his slippers, walked straight to the dining table, glanced at the dishes on it, reached out and picked up a piece of roast duck and stuffed it into his mouth, complaining, "I still have enough food at home, but in It’s too late to eat the food just drinking outside.”

Wang Xiaolan stepped forward and clapped her hand on the back of Zhuang Buping's hand: "How old are you? Are you still young? Stealing? Your brother hasn't eaten yet."

The five-year-old niece Xiaodouzi looked up at her father Zhuang Buping, gestured with her fingers on her face twice, and said crisply: "Dad stealing, shame!"

"I never steal your dad!" Zhuang Buping said meaningfully to his daughter, glanced in the direction of his wife Wang Ling, then picked up his daughter, walked to the sofa, and sat down.

"Little brother, weren't you training before? Why did you come back when you had time?" Zhuang Buping looked at Zhuang Yan and said, "Did you lose the election? It's okay! If you have money, you are afraid that you won't be able to go abroad? It’s not difficult to go abroad to play in 2018. Otherwise, if you lose the election anyway, hurry up and come back from the army, it’s already December, you’re starting to be discharged, right?”

Zhuang Yan didn't want to explain it to Zhuang Buping again, but simply said: "I chose it, because there are still 10 days before going abroad for training, so the team gave it a leave and asked me to come back and have a look."

Zhuang Buping was stunned for a moment, and the ecstatic dance on his face suddenly ended.

"We're all here to eat!" Wang Xiaolan, who had set the table and chopsticks, greeted her family to come and sit down, and gave everyone a bowl of soup.

Zhuang Buping took a sip of the soup, and while holding his daughter Xiaodouzi, he turned his attention to Zhuang Yan, and said, "Little brother, I don't understand you. It's not that you have to be a soldier to find your way out, you said you stayed in the army, what are you planning?"

Hearing Zhuang Buping's words, Zhuang Yan was immediately a little unhappy, but he still didn't say a word.

Zhuang Buping continued: "Tell me, how much money do you get a month now?"

"It's not something that money can measure," said solemnly.

Zhuang Buping sneered and said, "You don't have to use money to measure it. What kind of measure? With feelings? Dedication? Dedication also requires food, right?"

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but say: "I don't want to be a soldier. No one is standing guard in this country. Everyone defends their home and the country. Where do you get a good environment for doing business? No one is dedicated. If this country is gone, you can't escape your life. Come on, how can you still look so glamorous today, holding a Louis Vuitton bag and wearing old-fashioned leather shoes and despising our dedication as a soldier?"

"I despise you, I just remind you that you have been serving for three years, and it is enough to sacrifice and sacrifice. Besides, our father has been a soldier for half his life and fought for a few years. Our old Zhuang family owes no one. Yes!" The more Zhuang Buping said, the more indignant he became.

Snapped--

Suddenly, Zhuang Zhenguo's chopsticks slammed heavily on the table, and with a crisp sound, it broke in the middle.

Xiaodouzi was so frightened that she burst into tears.

Wang Xiaolan hurriedly intervened, first blaming her husband: "Look at you, what kind of tantrums did you lose? After so many years, the bad temper hasn't changed at all. What chopsticks are you shooting for? It scares Xiaodouzi."

Wang Ling quickly put her daughter in her arms and coaxed her.

Wang Xiaolan turned to Zhuang Buping again: "Your brother just came back, and you are here to encourage him to retire from the army. He is an adult and has his own plans. You, as a brother, have no right to stop him."

Zhuang Buping was boring, so he could only puff up: "Xingxingxing, he can do whatever he likes, and I don't care about his business in the future."

The first meal I came back was not a pleasant one. Zhuang Buping ate for half an hour, shied away and said that he still had something to deal with, and left in a hurry.

Zhuang Zhenguo and his son sat on the sofa chatting for a while, when the landline on the coffee table rang.

Pick it up and give it to Zhuang Yan.

"Looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Zhuang Yan was surprised.

How can you find yourself?

From the time I got off the train to the present, more than four hours before and after my return, I actually called on the landline at home.

Is there something wrong with the troops?

Thinking of this, Zhuang Yan quickly asked, "Dad, are you from the army?"

Zhuang Zhenguo shook his head and said, "It's not from the army, it's your classmate, that Xu Xin."

Solemn suddenly realized.

It turned out to be Fatty Xu.

The question is, how did Fatty Xu know that he was back?

When I came back this time, my parents didn't notify me when I practiced.

After thinking about it, he suddenly understood.

Apart from the eldest brother Zhuang Buping, I really can't think of a second suspect.

So actively telling Fatty Xu about his whereabouts, Zhuang Yan thought about it with his toes and knew that Zhuang Buping was a drunkard and not drinking.

Zhuang Yan wanted to use an excuse to push Fatty Xu.

But after thinking about it, I still feel that it is not good. After all, I will stay for several days when I come back this time. Today, I pushed it away. They have an appointment tomorrow. What should you do?

Besides, there is Zhuang Buping as a traitor, Fatty Xu must know his whereabouts very well.

More importantly, Zhuang Yan suddenly remembered something.

It is still necessary to talk to Fatty Xu about this.

I haven't seen each other for three years, and it's an old classmate again. The iron buddies in the period when hormones were flying in the past, it's okay to meet and talk about the old days.

"Fatty Xu?"

Zhuang Yan picked up the phone and directly called Xu Xin's nickname.

The two of them can be said to be buddies who can wear the same pair of underwear back then~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So there is no need to see outsiders.

"You're really better than agents. You'll know just a few hours after I came back. I'm afraid there's a spy next to me, right?"

Soon, the familiar tone of his old classmate came from the other end of the phone, but it seemed to be calmer, not like the flirtatious atmosphere when he was studying.

"Brother Zhuang, this is your fault! Don't say a word when you come back to Binhai, right? Have you been promoted in the army? Forget my old classmate who is incompetent?"

As soon as Fatty Xu opened his mouth, his mouth was full of hypocritical modesty.

Zhuang Buping had already told about his current situation when he came to see him in the suburbs of Beijing.

After all, he is also a boss worth tens of millions, but he humbles himself and says "I can't make it."

Mingli is modest, but in fact is high-profile.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, what are you looking for from me?"

Fatty Xu stopped going around in circles and said straight to the point: "It's nothing, I just heard that you're back, no, I'll come to find you in person, let's go out and find a place, sit and chat, we haven't seen each other for three years, I also have to see what my iron buddy is like now, right?"

"Okay, in half an hour, you come downstairs to me." Zhuang Yan was not polite.

Anyway, Fatty Xu owns a luxury car, so he also took the opportunity to enjoy the benefits of Fatty Xu, an "emerging capitalist".