Zhang Jun put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked his father: "Dad, you said a woman who earned 800,000 yuan in a few years from 100,000 yuan to 800,000 yuan. Do you believe it?"

"Yang Jiahui?" asked his father.

"no."

My father thought for a moment before saying, "Some people got rich overnight in the stock market, and some people jumped off the building overnight."

"So, I still believe there is this."

After hearing his father's words, Zhang Jun told Fang Xia's story.

My father seemed very calm, neither surprised nor amazed, but said lightly: "You must not be too ambitious, you should eat food one bite after another."

"Yeah" Zhang Jun nodded vigorously.

"Don't drink so much wine in the future, be careful!" said the mother with concern.

"Yeah, I understand." Zhang Jun said, and smiled silly.

After his parents left at work, Zhang Jun was the only one left at home. He lay on the balcony and whistled. Although his head was still a little painful and confused, he felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart. I don’t know where this pleasure came from, but he just felt particularly relaxed and happy now.

He looked up at the sky. Some of the clouds in the sky looked like endless mountains; some were like long white ribbons, which dotted the endless sky, and the sky seemed even bluer.

He lay on the balcony and admired it with all his heart. He suddenly felt that his community was simply a garden, not worse than that luxurious community at all. There were also clean squares, neat lawns, sports equipment and slender paths. The people here were more casual and familiar.

A breeze blew over, bringing a hint of coolness. Zhang Jun subconsciously tightened his clothes and returned to the house with some confusion.

"It might be raining." Zhang Jun said to himself.

His phone suddenly rang, Zhang Jun felt ecstatic in his heart, and he quickly picked up the phone and said, "Hui, I..."

My mother's voice came from the receiver of the phone: "Dajun, what will happen?"

Zhang Jun was secretly happy. It turned out that his mother didn't understand, so he quickly explained: "I said I will take care of myself."

"Don't forget to close the window when you leave, it will rain." The mother said anxiously on the other end.

"knew."

There was another ringtone, and Zhang Jun muttered in his heart, is there anything else his mother has not explained?

He picked up the phone and opened his mouth and said, "Mom, what else is there?"

There was a giggle across from him.

"You don't even look at the caller ID, you open your mouth and say."

"I thought it was my mother." After Zhang Jun said that, he laughed loudly.

"What time did you drink with Lao Hou yesterday afternoon? Didn't you drink too much? Are you still confused now?" Faced with Yang Jiahui's series of questions, Zhang Jun didn't know how to answer.

Chapter 21: The Love Talk of Yuting

Chapter 21: The Love Talk of Yuting

Facing Yang Jiahui's series of questions, he was a little incoherent, but at this moment, his heart was filled with a feeling of happiness. That feeling is unique to men and women in love, a sweet, continuous, and floating feeling.

"I was happy yesterday, so I drank a little more." Zhang Jun explained.

"Come and pick me up!" Yang Jiahui turned off the phone with anger.

Every word the girl in love says is an "illusion" for boys, and boys have no reason to express doubt or object.

Zhang Jun was no exception. He quickly put on his clothes and walked out of the house with a little confusion.

There was already wind outside, and the clouds in the sky were slowly moving closer, gradually forming mountains. The mountains covered the entire sky, making the sky darker, and the leaves and lawns in the community were blown by the wind.

“The windows are not closed.”

Zhang Jun suddenly remembered his mother's words, hurried home and closed the window, and took out an umbrella.

He hurriedly walked towards her house, not daring to delay any time on the road, but the rain still came.

The wind was mixed with rain, and the rain rushed towards him with the wind. Zhang Jun raised an umbrella and walked forward with the wind. The raindrops hit the umbrella like beans, and the sound kept popping. It didn't take long for its time. Its shoes and trousers were a little wet, and there was already water on the road.

He had to pick some high places and jump and quickly walk, and turned a corner, and there was the luxurious community ahead.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew his umbrella to one side, and Zhang Jun happened to see a girl standing not far ahead.

I saw the girl holding a red umbrella in her hand, wearing a red dress, setting off a pretty face under her long hair, wearing a pair of black leather sandals on her feet, and a small yellow bag on her shoulders, making her delicate body look even more charming and charming. From a distance, she looks like a blooming peony.

She stood in the rain, quietly waiting for her sweetheart to appear. When she saw Zhang Jun, she deliberately turned her head and pretended not to see it.

Zhang Jun hurried over, regardless of the collapsed mud and water, hugged her in the waist, and said, "Are you anxious?"

"It's so bad in broad daylight." Yang Jiahui tried to break free.

Zhang Jun looked at the sky before saying, "Look at it, no one can see it."

Yang Jiahui swung her small fist and pounded it while saying sweetly: "If you don't come early, it's going to scare her."

Zhang Jun took the opportunity to hold her in his arms.

The rain was still falling, without any breathing. Under the cover of two umbrellas, they hugged each other selflessly.

"Why don't you take a taxi on this rainy day?"

"I forgot, and I'm not used to it." Zhang Jun said, and laughed haha.

In fact, Zhang Jun only said half of the truth. He was indeed not used to taking taxis because he felt that taxis were frustrated, not easy to walk, and free. Another important point was that he was not used to luxury, so why was it was wasted if he could save money? As long as there was no important urgent matter.

Yang Jiahui said openly: "Then let's walk in the rain, okay?"

The words were in a negotiation tone, but it sounded like an order to Zhang Jun. It was such a pleasant thing to walk with his lover in the rain.

At this time, the wind gradually stopped, the dark clouds pressed even lower, and the rain was still falling. Yang Jiahui put away the umbrella, and only Zhang Jun was holding it high. They squeezed under the umbrella and slowly walked along the bank of the Liao River. Today, there was no noise of the past on the bank of the Liao River. On the whole long embankment, there were only two of them, two of them, two of them, and two of them in the world.

Before they knew it, they came to a pavilion, which was an octagonal pavilion. The small pavilion was surrounded by a circle of stone benches, and only the one in the north was dry. Yang Jiahui took out a piece of advertising paper from her small bag and put it on it. Zhang Jun sat down, while she sat on Zhang Jun's lap.

She put her hands around Zhang Jun's neck and asked, "How much wine did you drink yesterday? Why didn't you answer the phone call?"

Zhang Jun said softly: "I drank a little yesterday and fell asleep when I went home."

He did not intend to lie, but did not want her to think that she was an alcoholic. In fact, Zhang Jun rarely drank and rarely drank.

"I got up in the middle of the night before I looked at the caller ID. After some ideological struggle, I didn't call you back in the end." Zhang Jun said with a little teasing.

"Pure vernacular!" Yang Jiahui said, turned her head and looked at the river, pretending to be angry and ignored Zhang Jun.

"I was wrong, I will be obedient next time." Zhang Jun shook her while not forgetting to kiss her.
Chapter completed!