Chapter 1210
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Wen Fenglin got out of the taxi and stood at the majestic and elegant entrance. His face was full of emotion.
Ruyi Art Association.
There was a gathering every three years, and the time of the gathering wasn't fixed.
This time, Wen Fenglin had received a last-minute notice and had come to Fujian to attend to Ou Ming's matter.
The moment he got out of the taxi, he saw a few luxury cars stopping in the distance.
Compared to them, his style seemed … a little shabby.
Wen Fenglin didn't mind. He carried his bag and walked up.
Among the people who got out of the luxury cars, there were people about his age. There were also people from Ou Ming and Yu Lili's generation. There were quite a number of them.
It looked like the scale of the event this time was much larger than the one he had attended nine years ago.
Wen Fenglin swaggered in, and quite a few people recognized him.
A young man walked up. When he saw Wen Fenglin, his eyes were filled with surprise. He asked, "Are you Senior Wen Fenglin?"
Wen Fenglin looked at the young man and realized that his face was somewhat familiar. For a moment, he couldn't place him.
He smiled and nodded his head. "That's me."
"Hello. My name is Zhen Li. My father often mentions you to me."
"And your father is?"
"Zhen Xianlang."
When he heard the name, Wen Fenglin immediately understood. He laughed heartily and shook hands with him. "I didn't expect his son to be so big already. You must be 25 this year, right?"
Zhen Li was a little embarrassed. He shook his head and asked, "Do I look that old?"
When he heard that, Wen Fenglin found it a little strange and asked, "Did I remember wrongly?"
"Uh, I'm 21 this year. After the new year, I'll be 22. Let's go, Senior Wen. This way, please."
This time, it was Wen Fenglin's turn to be embarrassed. He smiled and nodded his head.
There were quite a number of people who recognized Wen Fenglin. After all, the name of the wandering artist was too well-known.
As the associate director of the Art Association, Zhen Xianlang had been inside for a long time.
When he heard others mention Wen Fenglin, he was surprised and quickly came forward.
After more than a decade, Zhen Xianlang looked very different from before.
When they were young, both of them were handsome and dignified.
After not seeing each other for so many years, the two of them had become more and more casual.
Zhen Xianlang had a crew cut. His hair was short and black, just like when he was young. He was tall and strong and looked very healthy.
His eyes were big and brimming with energy. His facial features looked well-defined, but there were obvious wrinkles on his face.
When Wen Fenglin saw Zhen Xianlang, he felt a sense of familiarity.
When Zhen Xianlang saw Wen Fenglin, the joy in his heart overflowed onto his face. He went forward and gave his good friend, whom he hadn't seen for many years, a big hug. "It's been a long time! Brother! "
Wen Fenglin chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "That's right. I didn't expect you to have a second child. I thought you'd never get married."
When Zhen Xianlang heard this, the smile on his face froze slightly.
Seeing that something was wrong, Zhen Li quickly said, "Dad, it's time to eat. Let's go inside."
"Yes, let's go inside."
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