From the Siheyuan, I started to run around in the world

Zhang Dongliang parked the car and followed Fang Yanyun into the reception room.

Fang Yanyun's home is clean and elegant, without the decadent atmosphere of other prostitutes' homes.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Zhang." As expected of a graduate of Yanjing University, Fang Yanyun's every move was graceful and elegant, without a trace of worldly airs.

Perhaps it is this point that made her a famous socialite in Shanghai.

"Mr. Zhang, would you like tea or coffee?"

"Just tea, thank you Miss Fang."

"You're welcome. This is Mr. Zhang's first time here and he's Wen Qiang's friend."

Zhang Dongliang thought to himself, "You don't know what kind of friendship Xu Wenqiang and I have. If you knew, would you kick me out?"

"Have you seen me before, Mr. Zhang? How did you recognize me?"

"Miss Fang, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"Mr. Zhang is such an interesting person. Of course I want to hear the truth."

"Miss Fang wants to hear the truth, so I will tell you the truth. I have never met Miss Fang before, but I have heard of her name for a long time."

"A bad reputation is not worth mentioning. It's not a good reputation at all." Fang Yanyun said a little dejectedly.

"In this world, everyone has their own experiences. Although Miss Fang unfortunately fell into prostitution, she has never hurt anyone. Her original intention is still there, and she is kind-hearted. Ask yourself, Miss Fang is worthy of everyone, and Miss Fang does not need to belittle herself."

"Thank you Mr. Zhang for your understanding." Fang Yanyun stood up and bowed solemnly to Zhang Dongliang.

After this little episode, the two people became a little closer.

Fang Yanyun suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, you haven't told me how you recognized me yet?"

Zhang Dongliang showed a hesitant expression: "Ms. Fang, I told you the truth, you won't blame me, right?"

"How could that be? Mr. Zhang is telling the truth, how could I blame him?"

Fang Yanyun's accent is a bit like the Wu dialect, and her words are soft and very pleasant to hear.

Listening to Fang Yanyun speak is like drinking a glass of mellow wine, which can't help but stir up ripples in one's heart.

"Ms. Fang, I saw Xu Wenqiang walking forward drunk, and then I saw you standing at the door, gazing at him with infatuation, so I guessed that you were Fang Yanyun."

Seeing Fang Yanyun wanted to speak, Zhang Dongliang interrupted her and said, "Miss Fang, I know the story between you and Xu Wenqiang. Don't forget that we are neighbors in Peking."

"Really, Mr. Zhang? How come I didn't know Wen Qiang had a neighbor like you?"

"Ms. Fang, I am not a neighbor of Xu Wenqiang, but my family is a neighbor of your school, so naturally we are neighbors."

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, what do you mean? Where does Mr. Zhang live in Beijing?"

"My home is in Nanluoguxiang, which is very close to your school. I believe Miss Fang has also been to Nanluoguxiang."

"Yes, I've been to Nanluoguxiang and often eat there. It seems that Mr. Zhang and I are really neighbors. It's a pity that I never met Mr. Zhang when I was in school."

"Yes, I feel sorry too. If I had known Miss Fang at that time, perhaps it would have been another wonderful story." Zhang Dongliang made a little joke.

"Maybe it really will." Fang Yanyun has a high EQ and would not sabotage someone in front of them.

"But Miss Fang might not be interested in me because I just graduated from high school."

"How did Mr. Zhang know about me and Wen Qiang?" Fang Yanyun was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Since this is about old love and old memories, Fang Yanyun inexplicably wanted to talk more about this topic.

"Beijing people may not be good at other things, but they are the best at spreading information. In a place like Beijing, is there anything that others don't know?

Xu Wenqiang was a well-known figure in Yanda at the time, and people would pay attention to his every move, so I knew it was very normal. "

"Oh, that's how it is." Fang Yanyun suddenly realized.

"In fact, I also know that Xu Wenqiang came to you when he was at his lowest point. It is because I know a lot of stories about Xu Wenqiang that I don't get along well with him. Miss Fang won't blame me, right?"

"How could that be? I wonder why Mr. Zhang and Wen Qiang are at odds with each other?"

"It's nothing, actually. I just knew your story and couldn't stand Xu Wenqiang's indifference to Miss Fang, so I said a few words to him, and he was not happy."

After a pause, Zhang Dongliang continued, "Didn't you read the newspaper some time ago?"

"I saw it." Fang Yanyun showed a trace of pain on her face.

"What's in the newspaper is just hearsay and can't be trusted, Miss Fang." Zhang Dongliang pretended to comfort her.

"How could that be? At least there's no smoke without fire." Fang Yanyun said dejectedly.

A soft "gurgle" sound broke the current dull situation. Zhang Dongliang looked at Fang Yanyun awkwardly, too embarrassed to speak.

Fang Yanyun burst out laughing.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Zhang. We were so engrossed in our conversation that we forgot to prepare food for him. Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment. I'll ask Aunt Wu to cook."

"No need to bother, Miss Fang. I'll just sit for a while and then leave." Zhang Dongliang pretended to refuse.

"How can this be possible? How can we let Mr. Zhang go away hungry? Aunt Wu cooks very quickly, please wait a moment, Mr. Zhang."

"Well, I'll bother you Miss Fang today."

"Mr. Zhang, you are too polite. Didn't you just say that we are neighbors? Isn't it natural to treat neighbors to a meal?"

After the previous communication, the two felt that they had a very good conversation. The strangeness and distance between them at the beginning gradually disappeared, and they chatted very harmoniously and naturally, just like old friends who had known each other for many years.

The maid, Wu Ma, quickly prepared the meal and brought it up, and Fang Yanyun poured a glass of wine for Zhang Dongliang.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm very happy to meet you today. Please drink this cup."

"I am also very happy to meet Miss Fang today. Although we have known each other for a long time, this is the first time I have met her in person. Cheers, Miss Fang."

After a few drinks, Zhang Dongliang and Fang Yanyun were able to talk about anything, like close friends who had not seen each other for many years.

"Mr. Zhang, you don't have a good impression of Wen Qiang. Is it because of his dealings with the Mud-Burning People?"

When it comes to old love, Fang Yanyun always unconsciously brings up the topic of Xu Wenqiang.

"Well, this is indeed the most important factor, because after all, it is a matter of justice. This is the bottom line for Chinese people."

Zhang Dongliang said after careful consideration.

"From a personal emotional point of view, there is another factor that is also very important."

"What kind of factor?" Fang Yanyun also wanted to know the real reason why Zhang Dongliang had a bad opinion of Xu Wenqiang.

"Ms. Fang, I know all your stories. When Xu Wenqiang came to Shanghai, it was the most miserable time in his life. He came to Shanghai just to seek refuge with you.

After Xu Wenqiang arrived in Shanghai, you asked for help and found him a job. In order to give him a decent set of clothes, you personally hired a tailor to make clothes for him. Am I right, Miss Fang?"

Perhaps because she was thinking about the past, there were already tears in Fang Yanyun's eyes.

"You are right, Mr. Zhang."