The place to eat is in Fuxianglou, a local restaurant. The restaurant is on the second floor along the street. It is the best time for business in the evening. The lobby is full of guests, and there is a lively noise everywhere.
Chen Yuncheng followed Zhang Wenyong through the crowd, and a waiter greeted them in the middle and took them to the private room inside.
As soon as the private room door opened, Chen Yuncheng saw six or seven people sitting around the round table, all of them young people, two or three of whom he knew.
Everyone he knew greeted him, and some even stood up and called out "Brother Yong," then nodded to him and called, "Brother Cheng."
Zhang Wenyong sat on the main seat opposite the door and said with a smile, "I still remember your brother." As soon as he sat down, someone handed him a cigarette, and then someone took a lighter to help him light it.
Chen Yuncheng found a seat by himself and sat down.
The private room is not large, the door is closed and the air conditioner is turned on, the whole room is filled with smoke and the air is foul.
The young man sitting next to Chen Yuncheng originally knew him, but at this time he didn't talk to him again, and he didn't even look at him.
Chen Yuncheng was still at ease, he opened his jacket to reveal the cotton shirt inside, glanced around the table, and asked, "Is An Lin here yet?"
Zhang Wenyong answered him with a cigarette in his mouth: "Don't worry, I have already called someone to pick it up."
Chen Yuncheng said quietly, "I'm not in a hurry."
There were five or six plates of cold dishes on the round table, no one touched the chopsticks, everyone was smoking and chatting, only Chen Yuncheng occasionally took a sip from the tea cup in front of him, and soon the cup was exhausted.
No one helped him to continue the tea, and the waiter in the old restaurant was not attentive. He only opened the door and asked if he wanted to serve the food, and then he never came.
Chen Yuncheng put the empty cup back.
After waiting for about 20 minutes, the door of the private room was pushed open again, and a tall, thin young man came in from the door. The young man looked like he was in his twenties. Because of his single eyelids, his eyes were long and narrow, his nose was high, his lips were thin, and his hair was cut so short that he could almost see his scalp.
As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Wenyong stood up immediately and greeted with a smile, "An Lin, you are finally back."
The others followed Zhang Wenyong and stood up to look at the person at the door, and Chen Yuncheng also stood up slowly.
Guan Anlin stood at the door, his eyes swept across the faces of everyone, and finally stopped in front of Chen Yuncheng. He stared blankly at Chen Yuncheng for a few seconds, then walked towards Zhang Wenyong, called out "Brother Yong", raised his hand and hugged him.
Zhang Wenyong patted him on the back, "You have suffered for the past two years."
Guan Anlin didn't speak, just shook his head.
After that, Zhang Wenyong introduced him to the young people at this table one by one. Two Guan Anlin knew each other, and the rest were the first time they met.
Chen Yuncheng watched Guan Anlin shake hands with those people with a calm and indifferent expression, and felt that he didn't look like the Guan Anlin in his impression at all.
Until the end, Zhang Wenyong pointed to Chen Yuncheng and said to Guan Anlin, "Chen Yuncheng, do you still remember?"
Chen Yuncheng didn't extend his hand, just looked at Guan Anlin seriously, and said to him, "Anlin."
Guan Anlin didn't respond, and said coldly, "I don't recognize this person anymore."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Zhang Wenyong looked like he was watching a good show. Hearing this, he patted Guan Anlin on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "It's okay if you don't know each other. Let's sit down for dinner first, and then chat slowly."
Guan Anlin's seat was opposite Chen Yuncheng. Before he sat down, he took off his dark jacket. Inside was a tight black jumper, which completely outlined his figure. He could see that his chest and arms were tight. solid muscles. This is a muscle that has been cultivated through long-term physical activity. It is not exaggerated but very powerful.
At this time, Zhang Wenyong greeted the waiter to serve hot dishes, and asked the accompanying younger brother to open a bottle of white wine. For a time, the whole private room was lively, and everyone was busy pouring wine and toasting, staggering.
Only Chen Yuncheng was outside, no one toasted him, and no one took the initiative to talk to him.
Chen Yuncheng didn't eat much food, he just glanced at Guan Anlin occasionally amid the smoke, he wanted to chat with Guan Anlin, but he wasn't sure if Guan Anlin wanted to chat with him.
Guan Anlin never looked at Chen Yuncheng again except the moment he first came in.
Zhang Wenyong didn't intend to simply let Chen Yuncheng go. When three-quarters of the meal was eaten, he suddenly said to Guan Anlin, "Anlin, you said you don't recognize Chen Yuncheng, do you mean you don't want to pursue the past? "
Guan Anlin probably didn't expect Zhang Wenyong to suddenly say this. He raised his hand and placed the chopsticks in front of him neatly on the table. He asked Zhang Wenyong, "Brother Yong, what do you think I should pursue?"
The whole private room was quiet and listened to them.
Zhang Wenyong has been smoking all night. He tapped his finger on the table and said, "The most taboo thing for us people to go out to hang out with is to be unethical, don't you think?"
Guan Anlin didn't speak, he was also smoking, staring at the bowl in front of him, as if a little lost.
Zhang Wenyong didn't get the answer and didn't care, and continued: "At that time, you entered too suddenly, and we didn't have time to study many things. Now I ask you, did someone betray you?"
He was asking Guan Anlin, but his eyes kept looking at Chen Yuncheng.
Guan Anlin raised his head and looked at Chen Yuncheng.
Chen Yuncheng faced them calmly.
Zhang Wenyong said, "Don't be afraid, An Lin, you are Brother Yong's brother. If something happens, Brother Yong will naturally help you out, and the person who needs to clean up will also help you clean up."
Guan Anlin looked at Chen Yuncheng. After a long time, he put the cigarette between his fingers to his lips, took a slow breath, and said, "Thank you Brother Yong, but there are some things I want to handle by myself."
Zhang Wenyong was a little surprised and asked him, "Are you sure?"
Guan Anlin nodded, "I'm sure."
Zhang Wenyong seemed to be unhappy, his face slumped slightly, and he leaned back on the back of the chair, but still said: "Okay, two years have passed anyway, so there is no hurry."
After he finished speaking, Chen Yuncheng said to Guan Anlin, "Anlin, can we talk?"
Guan Anlin looked at Chen Yuncheng, and before he could answer, the private room door was pushed open from the outside. Zhou Yan walked in in a hurry, holding on to the cold air that had not yet dissipated, and said, "Brother Yong, I'm sorry I just had something, I'm late."
After he finished speaking, he saw Chen Yuncheng, and his whole body suddenly stopped in place.
Chen Yuncheng frowned and looked at Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan said softly, "Brother Cheng, I didn't know you were here today."
Chen Yuncheng stood up and asked Zhang Wenyong, "Brother Yong, I have something to tell Zhou Yan, do you have anything else?"
Zhang Wenyong didn't answer, just glanced at Guan Anlin.
Guan Anlin's expression was cold.
Zhang Wenyong spread his hands, "An Lin said he wants to deal with it himself, and then you don't care about my business, you can do it yourself."
Only then did Zhou Yan notice Guan Anlin, with a surprised expression, "Brother Lin? Are you out?"
Chen Yuncheng had already walked towards Zhou Yan and said to him, "Let's go, I have something to ask you."
At this time, Guan Anlin called out in a cold voice, "Chen Yuncheng."
Chen Yuncheng turned his head and said to Guan Anlin, "Anlin, I'll find you later, we can sit down and chat slowly."
After speaking, he took the lead and walked out of the private room. Zhou Yan immediately followed.
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