The two of them continued to chat, and the meal lasted until one o 'clock in the afternoon.
After dinner, Pan Guangcai fell asleep on the sofa, snoring loudly. Pan Ying and He Zhou could not hear him from inside the house, so they closed the door. The two of them went to the fish pond in the neighborhood to feed the fish. They crumpled the bread in their hands and threw it into the pile of goldfish.
"I heard that goldfish only have seven seconds of memory. After seven seconds, they won't remember what happened before and everything will start over again," Pan Yong said in an envious tone. "Then they won't be sad or cry."
"It's fake," He Zhou said firmly.
"Goldfish's brain structure is different," Pan Ying pouted.
"What's different about it?" He Zhou walked seven or eight meters forward and changed his position. He raised his hand above the pond and made a gesture of throwing the bait. Not long after, the goldfish gathered under his palm. He said seriously, "Look, they've already formed a conditioned reflex. This proves that their memory is more than seven seconds."
Pan Ying rolled his eyes at him. "Will you die if you don't speak?"
He hated himself for asking for trouble.
"Alright." No matter how stupid He Zhou was, he knew that he was too dull and unromantic. After scattering the bread crumbs in his hand, he clapped his hands. "Then how do you want me to answer?"
Pan Ying said, "You should answer it however you want."
"I've never been a literary youth." He Zhou shrugged helplessly. "I'm a layman, a very layman."
He suddenly thought of a sentence his father had written in his notebook. 'Be a layman, be greedy for money and lust, be righteous, be greedy for the talent of a gentleman, be fond of beautiful scenery, do righteous things, forget the grudges of your previous life, love the people of this life.'
"What are you laughing at?" Pan Ying was attentive and noticed the strange look on He Zhou's face.
It was not a mocking smile, a mocking smile, or a happy one.
"I suddenly thought of something," He Zhou said.
"What is it?" Pan Ying was curious.
"Most people are laymen their whole lives. If there's a noble moment, it might be for a moment," He Zhou said.
When Pan Guangcai woke up, it was already past four o 'clock in the afternoon. After washing his face, he took two people to attend Li He's dinner party.
From Li Lan to He Zhou to Pan Ying, all of them were getting impatient. All of them wanted to find an excuse to leave first and have some fun elsewhere.
Sang Biao sat on the chair, swaying left and right as if there were needles pricking his buttocks. He winked at Li Lan, signaling him to take the lead.
Li Lan pretended not to see, not because he was afraid to leave, but out of respect for the elders here.
"You guys, don't be an eyesore here. It's awkward to look at you guys," Li Long said to Li Pei, who was beside him. "You guys go find the other team and form another round."
Yang Huai smiled and said, "Uncle, it's settled then? We won't disturb you then. "
As he spoke, he was the first to stand up. From time to time, he would look at his uncle, Li He. After all, his uncle was the one who had the final say. Sometimes, his uncle was not very reliable.
"Hurry up and scram." Yang Xuewen was the first to lose his temper. His Yang Family, from his grandfather to his father, were all steady and honest people. He didn't expect that there would be a weirdo like Yang Huai, who kept spouting nonsense and making people feel uneasy.
On the surface, he was like He Zhaodi, retired, but he was still worried. The places that he should be watching were still there!
"Then you guys take your time to eat and drink. We'll be leaving first." Pan Ying took his jacket from the back of the chair and looked up to see the girl beside Li He. "Superstar, are you coming with us?"
Zhang Xiaohui smiled and looked at Li He. Without waiting for Li He to speak, Pan Ying continued, "Uncle Li, don't worry. We won't lose her."
Li He nodded. "You guys go out. Don't drive when you're drunk. Walk there. There should be a lot of fun places around here."
Sang Yongbo said, "Don't worry about them. They're more familiar with this area than we are. As long as it's a fun place, there's nothing they don't know."
"Then take your time to drink." Zhang Xiaohui stood up and nodded at everyone. She followed Pan Ying out of the hotel.
"Going to the bar?" Pan Ying asked Zhang Xiaohui.
He did not know the teacher Li Lan's father had mentioned, Zhang Shusheng, but he had heard a little about Zhang Xiaohui's father, Zhang Shulin. After all, he was the head of one of the top 100 real estate companies in China.
"I'm very casual. I can go anywhere." Zhang Xiaohui smiled.
Sang Biao said, "Sis, you're the guest today. I'll do as you say."
"Who are you talking to?" Li Lan slapped the back of his head and shoved him to the side.
"I'm mainly trying to express my passion, you know." Sang Biao had no temper with Li Lan. He was no match for the people here, be it in terms of father or martial arts. He had no sense of existence in the village since he was young. Anyone could step on him if they wanted to. "Leave the bar to me tonight."
He had never been willing to hang out with the people in the village. As the young master of China's retail industry, he was a big shot in the outside world. Wherever he went, he would be surrounded by people. Any picture he posted on the internet would garner tens of thousands of replies. Occasionally, he would even make it to the top searches.
If not for his father's forceful request, he would not have come today.
Hanging out with Li Lan and the rest was purely looking for trouble. He might even feel inferior!
There was no need for that!
Now, with Zhang Xiaohui around, he felt that he was very outstanding. Although her father, Zhang Shulin, was also a tycoon, compared to the Sang family, he was at most a local tycoon. They were not on the same level. As for her status as a celebrity, it was automatically filtered out.
"Of course you're the one treating. Who asked you to be the younger brother?" Pan Ying said impatiently. "You're familiar with this place. Lead the way."
When they arrived at the entrance of the bar, they could already hear the deafening noise from afar.
Li Lan was in no hurry to go in. He lit a cigarette and stood at the entrance.
"Go in. What are you doing at the entrance?" Li Pei turned around to look for Li Lan. "You didn't smoke before. Why are you so addicted now? You've already smoked two cigarettes in such a short distance."
"I smoke two when I'm free." Li Lan handed a cigarette to Li Pei. "I don't usually have a chance to smoke."
If his mother did not say anything, his wife would have him under her thumb. He had no chance to smoke at all.
"Feeling pressured?" Li Pei lit the cigarette skillfully. When the smoke came out of his nostrils, he took a deep breath and said, "This isn't like you."
Li Lan smiled. "Sometimes, I feel like a marionette."
"Don't take it for granted," Li Pei said with a smile. "Eldest Uncle is a reasonable person."
Unlike his father, who did not graduate from junior high. He was an uncouth man who would never use his mouth if he could.
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