Yang Fei raised his eyebrows and asked calmly: "What's the matter?"

"She wants to talk to you." Su Tong said, handing over the phone, "You should have your own phone. In the past, I thought my brother was too big and too bulky, but now my phone is not big?"

Yang Fei smiled and said, "It's not convenient for me to take it in class. Okay, I'll listen to you and get one, so I won't bother you to answer all the phone calls, my secretary."

Su Tong gave him a blank look.

Yang Fei took the phone and asked, "Miss Ruoling, is there anything I need to do?"

"I just want to ask you, what did you say when you go back? Did I say I bite it? Or did I fall on a horse?"

"..." Yang Fei cut off the phone directly.

Su Tong asked in surprise: "What's wrong? What did she say?"

Yang Fei said with a calm expression: "I'll ask about cooperation. I don't know how to answer, so I hung up."

Su Tong said: "According to what you said just now, I think your idea is right. We should find a backer. If there is really something wrong, there is also a person who can talk. Otherwise, anyone can bully us. No one can use it!"

Yang Fei pondered slightly and did not answer.

He thought of what Jiang Hanying said to him. It seems that she had known that the Chen family was going to work with her for a long time, right?

Do you want to talk to Jiang Hanying?

Su Tong snuggled beside him obediently and said with heartache: "I suddenly thought of a poem."

"What poem?" Yang Fei asked.

"Suddenly I saw the willow color on the street, and I regretted that I taught my husband to find a title. The willow color is just a metaphor. Different people think of different things. When I see you like this, I regret that you are so rich."

"Every family has a difficult sutra. If we work in a factory and earn two or three hundred yuan a month, do you think we will have no worries?"

"Well, that will make you more troubles. I have experienced it before. I have to think about anything I buy. My family and relatives are sick and dare not go to the hospital. The house is so broken and there is no money to repair it. In comparison, I would rather struggle. Even if it is a trouble, at least it is a trouble of having money."

Yang Fei smiled and said, "You are pretty enlightened."

"Don't people often say that they would rather sit in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle? In fact, how long can those who sit in a BMW cry? If you forget it after crying, it will be fine. How many days can those who sit on a bicycle laugh? After laughing, there is endless pain."

Yang Fei said: "So, we can only work hard. Especially when we reach this point, if we are defeated by others, we will not only have nothing, but will also owe hundreds of millions of debts. Think about it, is it scary?"

"I have figured it out for a long time, so I followed you." Su Tong burst out laughing, "I feel at ease with you. You must not leave me alone."

Yang Fei touched her face lovingly: "Follower."

He fell into deep thought again.

People's Congress, outside the school, under the shade of trees.

Yang Fei put his hands in his pants pockets and looked at a spider on the leaves in a daze.

The spider worked hard to build a net just to find a bite of food, no matter how fragile the net was, it would break when the wind blew and rain blew.

If it is broken, you can do it again.

Life is like this. If you work hard, you will always find that stutter of food as long as you are not defeated by life.

"Yang Fei!" Jiang Hanying's pretty beautiful figure appeared in front of Yang Fei.

She wore a white coat and her legs under her jeans were long and straight.

"Hello, Jiang Hanying?" Yang Fei nodded politely.

"It's rare that you can ask me out!" Jiang Hanying blinked, "I have to see if the sun came out from the west today."

"Stop joking. We are all old classmates."

"Are you just an old classmate?"

"Ahem! Then what, find a place to sit?"

"Well, I know there is a clean room, there are few people there and very private."

Hearing the word "private", Yang Fei's mind flashed through his past with her.

What made him regret was that he could not overlap his memory with the person in front of him.

The past is so close to him, but so far away.

It was just evening, and the Qing Bar was just open for business, and it was deserted inside.

There were only two women in the store, one standing inside the bar to organize and the other wiping outside.

“Welcome.”

"Two, one bottle of red wine and one fruit plate." Jiang Hanying said.

"Please inside."

The lights inside are dimly set, with plastic vines and flowers hanging on the ceiling.

The two rows of decks are separated by high backrests to form a private space.

There is a small balloon in the corner, next to it is a guitar, and its owner has not arrived yet.

Yang Fei and Jiang Hanying sat down, smiled at each other, but did not speak.

Light music, soothing music and dim lights sounded in the store, making people's mood gradually relax.

The red wine and fruit plates were served.

Jiang Hanying poured two glasses of wine, smiled slightly, and turned the cup in his hand: "Yang Fei, what you said, if you have a chance, we will talk about the rest of our lives with warm wine."

Yang Fei also picked up the wine glass and touched her gently.

Jiang Hanying said: "Red wine does not need to be warm, but it also has a little more romance."

She drank the wine in a sip, gently wiped the corners of her mouth, and said, "I haven't drunk alcohol for a long time. Today I will break the precepts for you."

"It's been a long time? It means you've drunk alcohol before?" Yang Fei asked.

"I drank it, I drank it every day during my graduation period. Do you believe it?"

"I believe!" Yang Fei also drank the wine in one sip and said, "Because I drink it every day."

Jiang Hanying suddenly lay on the table and cried bitterly.

Yang Fei looked at her silently, unable to say a word of comfort.

The owner seemed to have some sense and turned the music a little louder.

In this way, her crying was drowned out by music.

The wine enters the sorrowful heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.

Yang Fei suddenly understood the artistic conception of this poem.

He reached out and held her hand.

Her hands were so cold, and there seemed to be a familiar smell.

"Xiaoying." Yang Fei blurted out, and realized that this title was far away from him, but it was too late to close.

Jiang Hanying burst into tears when she heard this call.

"Yang Fei." Jiang Hanying squeezed his hand tightly and shouted in a choked sob, but couldn't speak.

The two of them just held their hands and sat speechlessly.

Yang Fei filled himself with a cup with his left hand.

Jiang Hanying heard the crisp sound of the wine bottle clinking the cup, so he raised his head, picked up the cup first, raised his head and fucked it.

"I thought you would never come to see me again." Jiang Hanying's nails pinched into his palm.

Yang Fei's hands didn't hurt, but his heart hurt.

This was the case when we met last time, and he told himself not to come to her again.

But he came anyway.

"Xiaoying," Yang Fei asked slowly when her mood recovered, "Do you know Chen Ruoling?"

Jiang Hanying wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Have she found you?"
Chapter completed!