At around five in the evening, Wang Zibo arrived at Tianjing Mountain from Xianning University Town. As usual, he was carrying a bag of snacks.
Hu Linyu was unhappy when she saw him. "Shen Ningning is growing her teeth. Chen Hansheng is the same. He always likes to sneak out with Ah Ning to buy snacks. Do you think he's doting on her? Actually, he's harming her!"
"You think he's doting on XXX, but he's harming XXX."
This sentence pattern was too common. Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo were often nagged by their parents when they were young.
Wang Zibo wiped the sweat on his face and said with a smile, "Hu Linyu, why are you using the same tone as my mother?"
"Bah!"
Hu Linyu rolled her eyes at Wang Zibo. "Your skin is becoming more and more like Chen Hansheng's."
In fact, Wang Zibo was almost in his fourth year of university. After three years of university, his experience was much more complicated than that of ordinary university students. He had been a bootlicker, worked part-time, and now opened his own company. His round face had become a little angular, and he looked a little more manly.
Of course, he was still an honest and loyal person. He went to the bathroom to wash his face and casually wiped his wet hands on his body. "What do you want me to do? You didn't tell me clearly over the phone."
"It's a good thing."
Hu Linyu handed over a few tissues. "The ordering system of the milk tea shop is not bad. We're going to pay you."
"That's it?"
Wang Zibo glanced at Shen Youchu, and Shen Youchu nodded slightly.
"There's no need for any payment. Xiao Chen has already given me 20,000 yuan. It's just enough."
Wang Zibo even went out of his way to explain, "I didn't spend much before, but after the Lion's Bridge branch opened, we needed to specially develop a software for each branch's networking system. I specifically asked two Ph.D. students for help, and that's why I spent an extra 10,000 yuan."
"You have to accept it. We don't want to owe you anything."
Hu Linyu insisted.
Secretary Hu had an independent ideology of "women's rights" and did not want to owe favors to boys.
"You don't owe me anything."
Wang Zibo's thoughts were very simple. The milk tea shop belonged to Shen Youchu, and Shen Youchu belonged to Chen Hansheng. Chen Hansheng was his best friend since childhood.
With this kind of relationship, not to mention earning money, even if he had to subsidize a little, he would be willing to do so.
He didn't want to argue with Hu Linyu, so he simply picked up Ah Ning and went to find Chen Hansheng, leaving Shen Youchu and Hu Linyu looking at each other.
"Zibo, Lin Yu keeps asking me to memorize ancient poems and do math problems."
When they walked downstairs, little Aning hugged Wang Zibo's neck and told him about her recent miserable experience.
The little girl and Wang Zibo had known each other three years ago. In her mind, Chen Hansheng was the closest, but Zibo had the best temper.
Later, she inexplicably came to a big city. Although she was very reluctant to leave her mother, a child could not make her own decisions.
Fortunately, Ah Ning felt a lot of love and care here.
Wang Zibo was amused. He took out an ice cream from his pocket and said, "I secretly hid this. Xiao Hu did it for your own good. Zibo also supports her in her studies."
"Oh, that's what my brother and sister said too."
Shen Ningning sighed cutely, opened the chocolate ice cream and ate it. She did not forget to give some to Zibo, but Wang Zibo refused with a smile.
Chen Hansheng was easy to find. He only had a few strongholds in Jiangling University Town: the University of Finance and Economics, the office of Tianyuan East Road, and the Internet cafe.
In the afternoon, he was sitting under the shade of a tree on Tianyuan East Road, playing mahjong with Zhong Jiancheng and the others.
Chen Hansheng was wearing a loose shirt and shorts. He was waving a cattail leaf fan with one hand and playing mahjong with the other hand. He crossed his legs casually and shouted from time to time, "Bang, Bar, Eat".
"Xiao Chen, Brother Zhong."
Wang Zibo greeted them, and Chen Hansheng nodded. Zhong Jiancheng threw a cigarette to Wang Zibo and turned to his wife. "Aning is here. Get some watermelon for her."
Zhong Jiancheng's wife liked the beautiful Shen Ningning very much. She specially cut a big watermelon. Aning held it in her hand as if she was holding the big moon.
"Let's go and play with grandma over there."
Zhong Jiancheng's wife took Aning to the next room. "They are all smoking. It stinks."
"That country woman is so ignorant. She calls them by their seniority."
Zhong Jiancheng shook his head helplessly and exhaled a thin puff of smoke. "Three!"
Logically speaking, Zhong Jiancheng's wife should be Aning's "aunt", but she had suffered with Zhong Jiancheng in the early years, so she aged faster.
In addition, in the countryside, there were many grannies in their forties, so Zhong Jiancheng's wife subconsciously regarded Aning as her "granddaughter".
Chen Hansheng and the rest knew that Old Zhong was good at gambling and eating. There wasn't a bathhouse in Jiangling that he wasn't familiar with. But even if he had money, he had never thought of getting a divorce. He could be said to be a 'scumbag' that wasn't too good.
Wang Zibo also knew how to play mahjong. He moved a chair and sat next to them. He listened to Zhong Jiancheng and the others talking about some dirty jokes and smiled foolishly.
Although he also tried to tell some jokes on the Internet, either everyone had heard of them or he was not good at expressing himself. In short, after Wang Zibo finished, the mahjong table would always be silent for 10 seconds until someone else started a new topic.
Wang Zibo was also a little embarrassed, so he simply twisted his butt and listened to other people's stories. In fact, it was also fun.
At around 6 pm, there was a cool evening breeze in Jiangling. Wang Zibo raised his head and saw the red sunset hanging in the sky. The evening glow was like a bright silk.
Zhong Jiancheng's good friend was still playing mahjong, and Aning was lying on the wooden table, watching Zhong Jiancheng's daughter do her homework. On the other side of the street, the snack street of Yiwu Commodity City was full of university students.
In a trance, Wang Zibo suddenly had an inexplicable sense of separation. He was already a junior and would soon enter the society, but many times, he felt like he was still in high school.
It seemed that time passed too fast, and his brain didn't even realize it.
Occasionally, he would wake up and realize that he was about to graduate from college.
"Alas …"
Wang Zibo laughed self-deprecatingly. Unless it was someone like Xiao Chen who had no inhibitions, for an ordinary person like himself, life might be like this.
He used a lot of time to be confused and grew up in a few moments.
At this moment, Wang Zibo suddenly wanted to Bian Shishi.
Although they weren't in a relationship now, and Bian Shishi suddenly became a little cold to him after returning from the Nutshell Electronics Factory, he still couldn't stop himself from missing her.
In the past, when Wang Zibo and Huang Hui were "in love", he had never felt such palpitations. His relationship with Huang Hui always had a kind of impetuous floating in the air. When had he ever felt so grounded?
Wang Zibo took out his phone, opened the contact "Bian Shishi", and typed a line of words.
"I miss you."
However, after staring at it silently for a long time, Wang Zibo deleted all the words. After locking the screen, he raised his head with a smile on his tanned face.
Although he didn't dare to send it to her, Wang Zibo was already very happy that he dared to do it secretly.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Hansheng's eyes were very sharp, and he understood with a little glance, "Miss a woman?"
"No, don't talk nonsense, you're talking nonsense!"
Wang Zibo blushed, and didn't admit it at all.
However, in the dormitory of East University in Xianning University, Bian Shishi covered her nose and sneezed three times in a row.
"What's wrong, Shishi?"
Xiao Rongyu asked with concern, "Did you kick off your quilt when you went to bed last night?"
"No, maybe some bastard was scolding me."
Bian Shishi said while gnashing her teeth.
Logically speaking, it was just a sneeze, and she shouldn't be so angry, but if there was a stupid boy, then it was worth it.
Wang Zibo, this bastard, if I don't contact him, he really won't contact me!
… …
(Around 10 pm, one more chapter. Old Liu thought that he didn't have to stop writing before writing, but now this kind of feeling is worth a chapter.)
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