We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 5 Plastic Triangle

  After breakfast, He Leqin called and asked Bai Yang if he would go to celebrate Yan Zhihan’s birthday. Today is September 7th.

  He Leqin is Baiyang’s best friend, elementary school classmate, junior high school classmate, high school classmate, his family has three generations in Nanjing, and there are six suites in the local area. He is a typical second-generation member, the second-generation Fang.

Bai Yang said that the second generation of Fang is a newly emerging group of second generations. The so-called “Fang Fang” is not panic. He Leqin has lived the life of a retired old man at a young age. He loves to walk the birds in the park on weekends—the kind who wears pants. He said that his decadent Baqizi brother had learned his life habits from his uncle's grandfather. His uncle's grandfather took a birdcage to go out every week, and he broke the young He Leqin.

Since junior high school, He Leqin’s weekly regular shopping places have been Xinjiekou and Golden Eagle in Hexi. The magnificent and intoxicating building Baiyang has not even stepped in, but for He Leqin it is the vegetable market in front of his house. He often posted Some high-end atmosphere and high-end friends circle, but the accompanying text is "This French food with an average of 2,000 yuan per person is actually not as good as a roadside stall."

  Corrupt, too corrupt!

  White Poplar is heartbroken.

  You don’t think it tastes good, you can bring it back for me to eat!

   "Who is the birthday for?" the old man asked, "What is it?"

   "Yan Zhihan." Bai Yang replied.

  Daddy searched in his small hippocampus, barely found the name, and then linked it to a little girl with long, soft hair and fair skin. He said, "Oh," it turned out to be her.

   Bai Yang: Do you know her?

  Papa: I don’t know.

  Bai Yang: Then how do you know that she is a little girl with long hair, soft skin and fair skin?

  Papa: Now the streets are full of young girls with long hair, soft skin and fair skin.

  Yan Zhihan is a famous school-level-class-group flower in the affiliated middle school of China Southern Airlines. Yes, the group flower. Baiyang and his group consist of eight people, seven men and one woman, commonly known as seven leaves and one branch flower.

Among them, Bai Yang, He Leqin, and Yan Zhihan have the strongest relationship, commonly known as the plastic triangle.

He Leqin, the broad young man, is in the spirit of universal love. Every girl in the class should give a gift on her birthday. What's more, Yan Zhihan, who has always had a strong relationship, as a class representative, usually gives He Leqin when he hand in homework on weekdays. Give the green light to save Young Master He from danger several times. The grace of dripping water will be reported by the spring. The eighteenth birthday is of great importance. How can the gift of adulthood be a trifling matter?

  So He Leqin asked Bai Yang as a staff member on the phone and asked what to send.

  "Aries! Little Aries! What do you think is appropriate?"

   "Master, you are so rich, give me a Lamborghini." Bai Yang said slowly, "Or Bentley Ferrari Aston Martin can do it too, Yan brother likes cars."

   "Roll, I'll be serious with you."

"Why don't you make a statue of her at the entrance of Xinjiekou subway station," Bai Yang said. "Pose as a turtle-style qigong wave or a spacecraft beam. Anyway, the big turntable under the Xinjiekou subway station is yours. Yes, it's easy to build a statue, right?"

   "Then Brother Yan will kill you first, then **** me."

   "Why I killed directly, you were raped and killed?"

"Because I'm handsome, OK?" He Leqin said on the phone, "I lay there when I was dead, and everyone else felt that I was at a disadvantage. Waiting for you here at Xinjiekou Subway Station."

   "Where to eat?"

   "Go to Ke Alley."

  Bai Yang hung up the phone, changed his shoes and went out.

   "Xiao Yang, are you coming back for lunch at noon?" Mom asked, looking out from the room.

  "Not back!"

   "Come back early that afternoon! You still have two sets of papers that you haven't done yet!"

"I know, I know!"

  Bai Yang opened the door and went downstairs, his footsteps became louder.

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From Meihua Mountain Villa to Xinjiekou, you need to take Line 2, get on the bus from Muchengyuan Station, and get off at Xinjiekou Station. Baiyang exits the gate of the community all the way, and walks along Muzeyuan Avenue to the subway station. There are bowls on the side of the road. A thick-mouthed camphor tree.

It is said that Nanjing is full of phoenix trees, but there are only camphor trees in Meihua Villa, which is short and thin. Walking along the sidewalk of Muyuanyuan Street for one kilometer, there are more phoenix trees that are so thick by one person on Zhongshanmen Road. The sycamore trees in the green belt grow luxuriantly, and they are all decades old. Compared with the white poplars, they are grandpas.

Nanjing was still very hot in September. Bai Yang was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of beige eight-point slacks. When he turned to Zhongshanmen Street, he was already sweating. Pedestrians came and went on the road. This weekend Not going to school, but there are still students in school uniforms riding bicycles in twos and threes. The short-sleeved grandparents carry cloth bags or vegetable baskets from the supermarket, the bags are stuffed with eggs and green onions, and there are young girls who have changed into short skirts and hot pants. , Showing long and dazzling white legs.

  When Baiyang walked through the crowd, he felt that it was a young city, with beautiful long legs all over the street.

  But seeing the white, rough bark of the platanus, he knew how old it was.

  The phone buzzed, Bai Yang took out the phone and took a look, He Leqin urged again on WeChat:

  Are you there yet? I waited until the flowers were all thankful.

  Bai Yang lowered his head and replied to him:

almost there!

  For Bai Yang, as long as he leaves the house, he will arrive immediately no matter where he is.

  He Leqin: Hurry up, I just saw a Pansy that is so pretty!

   Bai Yang: Here comes.

  He turned off the phone screen and put the phone in his pocket.

The entrance of Muxuyuan subway station arrived. Bai Yang squeezed into the escalator down, and quickly disappeared in the crowd. Line 2 is one of the busiest subway lines in Nanjing. It is the main traffic artery of the city. The crowds are like blood. Flowing in the arteries, they are the source of vitality for the city, and poplars are one of the millions of blood cells.

  Nanjing is a huge heart.

  (End of this chapter)