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On New Year's Eve, Seabuckthorn came to Jingxin Clubhouse with two big bags of food and drink. The clubhouse will only be closed for one day during the Spring Festival, and will open normally on the first day of the new year tomorrow.

It was already afternoon when Seabuckthorn went there, Deng Liqiang was still sleeping, and Seabuckthorn knocked on the door for a long time before opening it.

Deng Liqiang said sleepily, "Brother is here?"

Seabuckthorn: "Yeah"

Thinking about it carefully, this is Deng Liqiang's first time celebrating the Spring Festival with others. Although he has been in this city for 20 years, he has never had such an experience. Thinking of this, he can't help but feel sad.

There is no way to cook in the basement, so Seabuckthorn bought hot pot ingredients and prepared to eat hot pot. Deng Liqiang didn't know if Seabuckthorn's parents were still alive, but his family was not local, that's all.

The two of them didn't watch TV during the meal. The programs of the Spring Festival Gala are the same every year. There is nothing new. One of them drank a glass of white and two bottles of beer. Deng Liqiang was a little too much, and the sea buckthorn was still sober. .

The whole clubhouse was no longer as lively as it used to be, and there was only the sound of hot pot bubbling on the second basement floor. Deng Liqiang was so drunk that he started talking too much.

"Brother, how long do you think I have to hide, this day is really suffocating me!"

"Wait, there will always be an end"

The end mentioned by Seabuckthorn refers to two situations. One is that Deng Liqiang is arrested and imprisoned, and the second is what Seabuckthorn wants to see most, but it will take time and the right timing to realize it.

It is also very possible to fight to the death, and Seabuckthorn has already prepared the worst plan in his heart.

Deng Liqiang, who had already drank a lot, opened another bottle of beer and said, "You told Brother Song that you didn't mention the person I suspect."

"No, if you say things that are not allowed to be called, it will also cause trouble for Song Ge."

Deng Liqiang put the beer bottle on the table vigorously, and said, "Lu Kun is from Chen Juncheng's side, and he has such a good relationship with the police, so it's obviously him!"

"Then what good does it do him to do with Chen Juncheng?"

Deng Liqiang picked up a chopsticks of mutton from the pot, and said, "Who knows? Maybe he fell in love with that shop. Lu Kun was very active when he was in the lawsuit with Sihai Rent a Car, and he desperately wanted it. bring me down"

"That's your personal grievance, what has it to do with this matter?"

Deng Liqiang still wanted to explain something, but now he really has no evidence to prove that the person who called the police was Lu Kun, and from the last time, Seabuckthorn's attitude was very clear, he didn't seem to believe that Lu Kun did it at all, Deng Liqiang faintly I feel something is wrong, but I can't figure it out.

At this time, the phone that Seabuckthorn placed next to Deng Liqiang rang, and Seabuckthorn hooked his hands, motioning for Deng Liqiang to bring it to him.

Seabuckthorn’s phone has a large screen, so even if it’s far away, you can catch a glimpse of who’s calling. Of course, Deng Liqiang saw it too. He just glanced at it, feeling a little familiar in his heart, but it’s just a sudden flash, mixed with white beer. The spirit of alcohol was pouring up, and his eyelids were drooping, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

"Hey!"

When Seabuckthorn came back from the phone call, he saw Deng Liqiang who was lying on the bed and snoring constantly, and yelled hard, but he didn't move at all. . . . . .Seabuckthorn glared at him bitterly, spit, turned and left.

Obviously, Seabuckthorn overestimated Deng Liqiang's drinking capacity. He didn't expect Deng Liqiang to get drunk so quickly. . . . . .

Seabuckthorn didn't know if he had achieved the purpose of his profession, or Deng Liqiang was pretending, but in fact he had seen everything?

Seabuckthorn was going to ask Deng Liqiang insincerely when he sobered up tomorrow. He had to hurry up on what he had to do, otherwise it might not be the right time for the same opportunity.

. . . . . .

At eleven o'clock at night, Yang Ziwen drove to Jiang Ming's house. They made an appointment to play mahjong together. Yang Ziwen's parents didn't have the habit of staying up late. If it wasn't for the Chinese New Year, they wouldn't stay up so late. slip out.

There were very few people going out on New Year's Eve, and there were not many cars on the busiest street, and most of them were rented. Yang Ziwen quickly arrived downstairs at Jiang Ming's house accompanied by the fireworks outside.

It's just that she didn't expect to see Wu Ye at the door of the unit.

"Why did you come down? Where are they?" Yang Ziwen walked up to him and asked.

"Upstairs, I'm thinking about coming down to pick you up, it's not safe at night"

Yang Ziwen pursed the corner of his lower lip slightly, said "Let's go" lightly, and stepped in first.

The light in the corridor was very dim, and the sound of Yang Ziwen's high heels was loud and crisp, every time he hit Wu Ye's heart, pulling the intoxicated him into reality.

"How long have you been back?"

Wu Ye stopped and looked at Yang Ziwen's back. He never thought that Yang Ziwen would chat with him, so he was a little confused for a while.

Yang Ziwen also stopped, turned around to look at Wu Ye, smiled, and said, "How long have you been back?"

"......long time"

"How long is it?"

"...a month"

Yang Ziwen's faint smile just now made Wu Ye's heart almost jump out, but luckily the dim light in the corridor concealed his panic.

The footsteps continued, and Yang Ziwen said again: "Did the clothes I bought for you last time fit me?"

"excellent fit"

"Then I remember correctly"

I remember his size correctly.

Yang Ziwen didn't speak after finishing this sentence.

Wu Ye couldn't remember how long it was the last time they talked like this. Although they had known each other for many years, there were not many conversations with each other like this now.

When the two of them entered the room, Jiang Ming had already set up the mahjong table, and the mahjong was neatly arranged. Yang Ziwen knew it was Jiang Ming's order without asking, just like his character of cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After changing his shoes and taking off his coat, Yang Ziwen immediately took a favorable position in the dealership on the east side, and said, "Brother Kun, you are not allowed to release water to Jiang Ming, and I will fine you 100 yuan once I catch you!"

Lu Kun put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, walked up to Yang Ziwen's house with a cigarette in his mouth and sat down, and said, "Jiang Ming doesn't know how to play, he can't even respond to me trying to release water."

The reason why he chose this seat was because no matter where Jiang Ming sat, the two of them could sit next to each other.

Jiang Ming and Wu Ye also took their seats one after another. When he heard what Lu Kun said, he smiled and didn't refute anything. After all, what he said was true.

A few people chatted while playing, most of the chats were about the things they went to school in the past, and Lu Kun would stop interrupting at this time, he wanted to hear more about Jiang Ming's past.

"Brother Kun", Yang Ziwen said, "Let me tell you, when I was young, I often beat Jiang Ming, and he couldn't even beat me."

Lu Kun raised his eyebrows, "How old do you mean before?"

Wu Ye heard the fluttering sound, Yang Ziwen kicked him under the table, and said cowardly: "Before I was ten years old, I was taller than him, but then I don't know what happened, it seems that one day he suddenly I started to grow taller, and now I am [-], and since then I have never dared to flirt with him again."

Jiang Ming looked at the cards in his hand, as if he was deaf to the topic just now, muttering to himself, "Which one should I play?"

After hearing this, Lu Kun leaned over to make a move, but Yang Ziwen yelled and said, "Brother Kun, you are such a shameless person!"

"Hit nine! All these nines can be played, it's okay"

Lu Kun still looked at the cards in Jiang Ming's hand self-consciously, didn't take Yang Ziwen's words at ease, and said after finishing his move, "If Jiang Ming is fooled with this hand, I will pay for both of you!"

Yang Ziwen and Wu Ye said "Cut!" at the same time, with an expression of being curious, but Jiang Ming ignored him and obediently punched Jiu Tiao.

"bump!"

Wu Ye yelled, and then brought Jiu Tiao over. This time, Yang Ziwen was so happy that she was as happy as if she had lost her beard. She patted Wu Ye's head and said, "Good job! Just do it like this, I think What else can they do?!"

The corners of Wu Ye's mouth curled up, and he smiled faintly, who knew that Yang Ziwen's touch just now made his palms sweat, and the mahjong was soaked. . . . . .

The noisy four played until 03:30 in the morning before going to bed. Lu Kun and Jiang Ming slept in the same room, Yang Ziwen slept in the guest room, and Wu Ye consciously took the quilt and went to the living room.

"Just sleep here"

Yang Ziwen pointed to the guest bed and told Wu Ye.

"...nothing"

"I don't take off my clothes, what are you afraid of? Besides, it's not like I haven't slept in the same bed before. How can I sleep on such a narrow sofa?"

"..."

Before Wu Ye could react, Yang Ziwen snatched the quilt and threw it on the bed in the guest bedroom.

Winter nights are always very long, so long that I don’t know when the sky will appear, but today is Chinese New Year. According to the tradition in many places in the north, the lights in every house have to be turned on all night. Both Jiang Ming and Yang Ziwen couldn’t sleep with the lights on. I was not used to it, so I simply turned off the bedroom, and the others were turned on as usual.

Wu Ye looked at Yang Ziwen who was playing with her mobile phone beside her. She had just washed her face and removed her makeup. Her face was clean without any impurities. Perhaps in Wu Ye's heart Yang Ziwen hadn't changed for many years, she was still his favorite little girl.

Suddenly, Yang Ziwen put down his phone and looked in Wu Ye's direction. Seeing this, Wu Ye quickly closed his eyes.

"are you asleep?"

Wu Ye blinked, pretending to have just opened it, and said, "No."

Yang Ziwen moved closer to him, and Wu Ye's breathing became disordered instantly.

"Are you going to keep going next year?"

"Um"

Wu Yeqian, the leader of the outdoor club, was purely a personal hobby at first, but he got used to it after working for a long time. He thought that Yang Ziwen wouldn't come back anyway, and it didn't matter where he was or what he was doing.

"What about you?" Wu Ye asked Yang Ziwen.

"I, let's do it. Anyway, I can't find a company with better treatment than the current one. I fly for two days and take 30 days of annual leave a year. I get free treatment when I get sick, and I can travel around the world. This year I am only in Germany. I have flown many times, and when I fly all over the world, I will come back to support my parents.”

Don't plan to get married?Not planning to have a baby?

Wu Ye held back all the questions that came to his lips, he knew that Yang Ziwen was used to it, and these things at what age she should do could not restrain her at all, so it was useless for Wu Ye to ask.

After a long time, Wu Ye replied indifferently with two words: "Very good."

"good night"

"Good night......"