Chapter 281 Birthday Gift

Sometimes Zhang Ke's company affairs ended early and usually wouldn't go home directly. He would first go to Xinjinyuan, the staff dormitory of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau, to take a look. Recently, seven or eighteen of his mothers would be there. Even if there was no one in the new house, he could take a break in the foreign building next door. Wanqing moved into the small foreign building in Xinjinyuan after New Year's Day. Liang Gezhen also planned to move in before the Spring Festival. However, Zhang Zhifei was not in a hurry. He lives in a spacious place now, and his original residence was closer to his daughter Zhang Mei's school.

On the evening of February 7, there was light snow floating in the sky. Zhang Ke thought that Xu Si would go back to Haizhou in the next few days, and had been insisting on driving by himself in the past few days, so as not to drive Fu Jun and the others away after Xu Si came back, which was suspected of stealing the bell.

As the cartridge rotates, Qi Qin's slightly sad singing voice came out softly, with the sad beauty of walking alone in the desolate grassland. It felt sad, but quiet and solid, and it was really suitable for listening alone on a snowy night.

Zhang Ke started listening to Qi Qin's songs in 1993. Those pure, lonely and dugu voices accompanied him through fifteen springs and autumns. The reason why Zhang Ke wanted to help Jiang Daier realize his dream was that he could hear the purity, loneliness, and dugu feeling from her voice. He could not imagine how a pure and lonely soul was imprisoned under her peerless face and perfect body!

In 1995, Qi Qin and Wang Zuxian were still role models of worldly romance. The winter of 1997 was a frustrated winter for Zhang Ke. At that time, Tang Jing had only been abroad for half a year, but Chen Ning had not appeared yet. He had not felt a few girls, but instead he was confused. Zhang Ke asked Du Fei to take him to Qi Qin's concert. Zhang Ke sat in front, and the people next to him tried their best to wave the ignition lighter. When Qi Qin sang "About Winter" for the third time, the audience shouted: "Wang Zuxian..." Zhang Ke looked at Qi Qin with tears in his eyes. Zhang Ke still remembered that in 2004, that is, eight years later, seeing an exclusive interview with Qi Qin on TV. He could already quietly talk about his breakup with Wang Zuxian. When Zhang Ke saw that interview, he felt an indescribable shock. He suddenly felt that the years were passing and the man was old.

Holding the steering wheel, passing through the post office staff dormitory area, turning from the inner gate into the real Xinjinyuan. Seeing the lights on in the new house, Zhang Ke couldn't help but want to park the car quietly in front of the house and sit quietly in the car and listen to nursery rhymes.

Back in 1994, I have the body of a boy but nostalgia of a boy. I often miss the past that has never happened. These past events probably will not happen again. After all, it is another life of my own. Although it is full of setbacks, it is not without nostalgia.

After a long time, Zhang Ke noticed that there was a new car parked in front of the building where Wan Qing lived. Its silver-gray body had the style of a sports car, and the side lines were very sharp. Zhang Ke instantly recognized this VOLVO, which was only domestically produced ten years later.

Even the S40, which is domestically produced ten years later, is the pinnacle of the C-class sedan, probably at the same level as the BMW 3 Series and Audi A4.

Zhang Ke has also paid great attention to cars during this period, and he didn't know that VOLVO has launched the S40; such a car was parked in front of the building where Wan Qing lived, and Zhang Ke first thought that maybe Xie Jiannan came over and was joking again. However, through his own window, Wan Qing chatted with her mother. They did not notice that Zhang Ke's car had been parked outside the house. Zhang Ke thought that Wan Qing must have pulled her over to discuss how to arrange the room appropriately.

The temperature has dropped sharply in the past few days. The kindergarten is on vacation in advance. Zhitong has returned to the provincial capital to Xu Xueping and Zhou Shuhui.

In the building where Wanqing lives, except for the nanny, she didn't look like a customer. Zhang Ke was a little surprised. She turned off the speaker and pushed the door out of the car. The temperature outside was really low. She suddenly walked out of the car, and Zhang Ke almost shrank his head.

Zhang Ke walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. Although the new house was equipped with an intelligent response system, Zhang Ke's knowledge that even in 1995, the intelligent response system could be better. However, thinking about my uncle's Hongyuan Industrial was still a county construction team more than a year ago, so it was good to have such awareness.

Liang Gezhen leaned out and saw that it was Zhang Ke. While walking over to open the door, he said, "Don't you have the key?"

"I haven't officially moved in yet, who will bring the keys?" Other furniture is not complete, but the air conditioner is installed first. The indoor temperature is quite high. Wanqing took off her coat and only wore a royal blue cashmere sweater with no steel pattern bondage. Zhang Ke smiled at her and asked her, "Who is the VOLVO parked outside your house?"

"For you." Wan Qing smiled and pointed at Zhang Ke.

"For me?" Zhang Ke pointed to his nose and asked in confusion.

"Today, can't you own your own car?" Wan Qing squinted her eyes and smiled, her plump and bright face as white as the bright moon.

Zhang Ke turned around and asked her mother: "What day is February 7th?"

"The car outside was for Xiaoke, so I won't indulge him too much?" Liang Gezhen was also a little surprised and said with a smile: "Thanks to Wanqing remember Xiaoke's birthday, we are all used to putting a bowl of longevity noodles for him in the first lunar month."

The Spring Festival in 1996 was particularly late. Zhang Ke’s birthday was February 7th, and it was half a month before the Spring Festival. Zhang Ke was used to celebrating his birthday on the lunar calendar and had no idea that he could officially own a car from today.

Zhang Ke opened his mouth. He planned to book a good car for himself recently. Unexpectedly, Wanqing had prepared it for him. He asked Wanqing in surprise: "How do you know I like this car?"

"A few days ago, weren't you reading a magazine about VOLVO? VOLVO just happened to launch its first four-door sports car, so I asked my classmates in Europe to order one..."

Zhang Ke patted his head and said with a smile: "Thank you, Sister Wanqing, but if I had known that Sister Wanqing would send me a car, I would have read the magazines that reported on Lamborghini..."

"Lamborghini?" Liang Gezhen prepared to repeat the pronunciation, "What car?"

Wan Qing smiled, staring at Zhang Ke with bright eyes, and emotions that could not be expressed in front of Liang Gezhen flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "You won't like it."

Zhang Ke nodded his forehead with his finger. His sex was really unable to drive out the cool Lamborghini, nor could it take more than 300 kilometers per hour on the highway. He had encountered two car accidents. For Zhang Ke, the safety performance of the car was his favorite, but there were few VOLVO sedans before the S40. Zhang Ke threw the keys of the car he drove to his mother and said, "You haven't just got your driver's license, and you'll drive your car back later. Sister Wanqing and I will try out the new car. Maybe we'll have to invite Sister Wanqing to have a drink outside to celebrate her birthday..."

"It's so late, what kind of car to try and what wine to drink..." Before Liang Gezhen finished speaking, Zhang Ke pulled Wan Qing out, shook his head helplessly, and was not sure to drive the car outside back alone. He called Zhang Zhixing and asked him to come and pick her up. In fact, the new house has been almost arranged, so he can stay in the evening. Although he will not hold a housewarming wine, he has to choose a good day before he can officially check in.

Wanqing leaned over and helped insert the car key. Zhang Ke twisted the car key and started it. Listening to the slight sound of the engine, smelling the fresh leather smell, Zhang Ke turned the steering wheel and drove the car out of Xinjinyuan.

It was cold and the night was not deep, but there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Only the slight sound of the engine was trembling. He pulled the speed a little on Chengshan Road. The S40 did not win with speed, and the maximum speed was about 200 kilometers per hour, but it was most in line with Zhang Ke's wishes.

"Thank you, Wanqing..." Zhang Ke parked the car on the curb and parked down a light post that had been extinguished. The street lights in the distance were already weak. Zhang Ke asked Wanqing, "Do you want to lend my arms to you?"

Wan Qing had a gentle smile on her lips, and she didn't say anything, moved to Zhang Ke and leaned against his body.

Zhang Ke opened the skylight and lowered his seat. The two of them lay side by side and could see the cold moon outside the window. They both leaned against each other and didn't feel cold.

Accustomed to the faint light, Zhang Ke turned his head to look at Wan Qing's plump and delicate face. She still felt Zhang Ke looking at her and turned her head. The bright eyes were hidden with a soft tenderness, without the intense burning of the burning, but the softest part in her heart was filled with indescribable tenderness, and the calm mood was stirring up some waves. Wan Qing enjoyed this feeling very much, and there was no need to worry that the strong fire of the throne would destroy everything uncontrollably. Seeing Zhang Ke's deep black eyes flashing slightly, her face also had no reason to be charming.

Zhang Ke stretched out his hand and put it under Wanqing's neck, letting her pillow her arm, smelling the pleasant scent of shampoo from her hairline, and couldn't help but feel a little confused. He gently turned her face and pecked her soft red lips.

"My parents don't take my birthday seriously, and they haven't received a birthday gift yet,"

"Then I remember to give you a birthday gift every year," Wan Qing smelled Zhang Ke's strong and manly breathing, and her breathing was a little messy. She gently folded her hands on Zhang Ke's chest, feeling his heart beating vigorously. "Others will remember your lunar birthday, so I will specially help you celebrate your Gregorian birthday."
Chapter completed!