Back to 1993: The family splits up at the start, and the ingrates regret it so much they cry.

Half an hour later, Chen Yinghao and Liu Yili arrived.

"Xiao Peng, eat it while it's hot." Liu Yili served Wang Peng a large bowl of pork ribs.

All six pieces of pork ribs were covered in meat.

"Xiao Peng, open it and take a look." Chen Yinghao handed Wang Peng a plastic bag.

When Wang Peng opened it, he was surprised to find a pair of Apple brand jeans.

He was also wearing the same brand, but unfortunately it was a high-quality counterfeit, bought for fifty yuan at the Ping'an County People's Department Store.

But this one is clearly genuine.

"Uncle, tell me the truth, how much do these pants cost?" Wang Peng was a little confused.

"Why are you talking about this?" Chen Yinghao laughed. "It's just a pair of pants, it won't cost much."

"Uncle, if you don't tell me, I won't take it." Wang Peng put the pants on the table at any time.

Chen Yinghao was taken aback, then smiled and said, "A little over five hundred, less than six hundred yuan."

“Xiaopeng, you’re a business owner now, you can’t always wear counterfeit goods, or people will look down on you,” Liu Yili said with a smile.

Judging from this situation, I have no choice but to accept the gift.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle, thank you, Aunt." Wang Peng accepted the gift with a smile.

The elderly couple both smiled.

"Xiaopeng, eat more." Liu Yili pointed to a pot of pork rib soup and said, "I'll save the pot for you, you can eat it again tomorrow."

Chen Yinghao and Liu Yili have left.

After eating and drinking well, Wang Peng went to the bathroom to take a shower, then went to the study to get a copy of Journey to the West. He read a few pages and then fell asleep.

the next morning.

After finishing his breakfast, Wang Peng drove to People's Park, found the big banyan tree he had made a promise to see, and parked his car next to it.

The banyan tree was very large, and many small colorful ribbons were tied to its branches.

He went closer to look and found that many of the ribbons had words written on them.

"Dong Libin, you filthy man, go to hell."

"May you get hit on the head with a brick when you go out, Zhang Jingren."

"Ma Yu, you're trash, a super piece of trash."

……

Good heavens, Wang Peng was completely dumbfounded.

A wooden sign stands on the tree trunk, which reads "Wishing Tree," and the wishes expressed are quite hardcore.

"Haha."

Wang Peng was amused.

Continuing to look at the text on the ribbon, I also saw some "auspicious" blessings.

For example, wishing me a happy birthday, eternal happiness, and that I marry a good man.

At this moment, people slowly approached the banyan tree.

Santana cars are rare items, and they came to look at the cars, pointing and commenting as they looked.

"Hello, comrade." A middle-aged woman with a red nose approached Wang Peng and asked with a smile, "Is this your car?"

"Yes, is parking not allowed here?" Wang Peng took out his keys to move the car.

"You can stop here." The woman opened the basket on her arm and smiled. "The wishing tree is very effective. Why don't you make a wish?"

The basket was filled with many red ribbons and some small glass bottles.

"Okay, how much is one?" Wang Peng asked.

"Three yuan." The old lady hurriedly took out a ribbon and a glass bottle. "Write your wish on the ribbon, tie it to the glass bottle, and throw it on the tree. The higher it hangs, the easier it is for your wish to come true."

Wang Peng looked up at the treetops, took out three yuan and gave it to her, then took the ribbons and glass bottle from her hand.

He picked up a pen and wrote on the ribbon, "Wishing you no worries tomorrow, happiness every day, and a smile that never fades."

After writing the words, tie the ribbon to a small medicine bottle, the kind labeled penicillin, and throw it upwards with force.

A ribbon arced across the treetop, becoming the tallest one.

"Great!" the middle-aged woman clapped her hands hastily, flattering him, "Comrade, your wish will definitely come true."

"Thank you for your kind words," Wang Peng said with a smile.

Half an hour later, more and more onlookers gathered around his Santana.

Wang Peng glanced at his watch.

The two agreed to meet at 10:00 AM, and it is now 10:30 AM.

He looked around but didn't see Li Mingzhu. He suspected he had been stood up.

Thinking about it carefully, I realized that wasn't the case. Li Mingzhu is an honest and trustworthy person, and what I find most annoying is her lack of a sense of time.

Looking at the onlookers next to the car, Wang Peng immediately understood.

They're not husband and wife now, just friends. With so many people watching, let's not worry about the little girl showing up.

"Holy crap, that must be it. She's definitely hiding somewhere."

Wang Peng slapped his forehead. "Really, how could I make such a basic mistake?"

He hurriedly took out his car keys, opened the car door, started the car, drove away from the banyan tree, and parked on the other side of the park.

Back under the banyan tree, I put my hands in my pockets and continued to look at the colorful ribbons on the tree.

The onlookers immediately shifted their focus to other topics.

In less than three minutes, everyone was gone, and they went to the other side to admire the Santana.

There were footsteps behind me.

Wang Peng turned around and smiled, "You've come."

The weather in the provincial capital was very cold. Li Mingzhu was naturally afraid of the cold, so she wore thick cotton clothes and trousers, looking like a moving gas cylinder.

"puff……"

Wang Peng couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Mingzhu tugged at the hem of her clothes and walked up to Wang Peng. "Aren't you cold wearing such thin clothes?"

Wang Peng shook his head, looked up into the distance, and asked, "Did you come alone?"

“No.” Li Mingzhu turned to look at the pine forest behind her and said, “My cousin came with me.”

"Goodness, you really did bring bodyguards." Wang Peng scratched his head. "If I bullied you, he'd probably come out and beat me up."

Li Mingzhu said with a haughty look, "Why are you bullying me for no reason?"

Wang Peng smiled, trying hard to recall this cousin.

I don't remember it very well.

When I got married in my past life, this cousin did come. He was a quiet and reserved person.

"Wang Peng, why are you so good at studying?"

"I work very hard every day. I haven't slept before 11 p.m. I work extremely hard."

"But why can't my grades improve?"

At this point, Li Mingzhu sniffled, her emotions beginning to stir.

Wang Peng scratched his head. "In this world, you need talent and hard work to do anything. One percent talent is more important than ninety-nine percent hard work."

“My academic talent might be better than yours, but I don’t have artistic talent, which you do,” Wang Peng added.

"How did you know I could draw?" Li Mingzhu hurriedly took off her backpack and took out a stack of A4 paper.

“Look at my painting,” she said.

There were more than twenty sheets of drawing paper in this stack, and Wang Peng looked at them one by one.

The first painting depicts the gate of the provincial capital's experimental high school.

The second picture is of a giant panda.

The third picture shows a beautiful woman wearing stylish jeans and with long, flowing hair.

After looking at them one by one, Wang Peng smiled and said, "They're really well drawn. You could develop in this direction; you could even apply to be an art student."

“I want to, but my parents are firmly against it. They want me to go to Tsinghua University,” Li Mingzhu said with a bitter face.

That's asking too much; Li Mingzhu isn't cut out for a prestigious university.

In her past life, it was because of pressure from her parents that she ran away to the special economic zone in the south and completely broke with her family.

Wang Peng looked worried, then smiled and said, "Going to university is also for making a living. You just need to prove..."

"Holy crap!" Wang Peng suddenly had an idea.

He took out his wallet, pulled out two hundred-yuan bills, and stuffed them directly into Li Mingzhu's hand.

"I love your paintings, I'll buy them all."

"Huh?" Li Mingzhu was completely stunned.