"Qianqian?" Cen Baihe saw Qi Yan staring at a corner, followed his gaze, and saw Ruan Youyi bowing his head and saying something to Yuan Peng, the broken diamonds on the skirt were dazzling.
Qi Yan shook his head, lowered his head and said to him, "I don't think something was right with that waiter just now."
"The waiter who soiled your clothes just now?" Cen Baihe looked solemn and walked to the side with Qi Yan. At this time, the waiter was already setting up a dance floor for the young people to play, and most of the elderly were already in the upstairs nursing room. chat or take a lunch break in a hotel.
"Yes," Qi Yan took a glass of juice and a glass of white water, handed the white water to Cen Baihe, and glanced at everyone present, "This matter should have nothing to do with your family. Before I go out in the morning, I deliberately made a plan for your family. , there will be no surprises today."
Cen Baihe smiled. When he first met Qian Qian, he thought that Qian Qian was a cold and mysterious master. After getting to know him, he found that Qian Qian's personality was very eccentric. But he is very careful and sincere in dealing with others, and he is a very good person.
"What are you laughing at?" Qi Yan took a sip of juice. Could it be that I know fortune-telling, calligraphy, and fortune-telling? "He put the juice on the table next to him and whispered, "I'll go to the bathroom." "
"Then I'll wait for you here, be careful." Cen Baihe sat down on the high stool and put down his glass, just standing with Qi Yan's glass, the red juice and the transparent and colorless white water formed a distinct Contrasting and harmonious.
Smelling the faint scent of sandalwood in the bathroom, Qi Yan dried his hands under the dryer, and when he came out of the toilet corridor, he happened to meet the waiter walking towards him with an empty wine glass. This waiter was the one who stained his clothes and peeked at him before. Qi Yan stood there, watching the waiter, waiting for his reaction.
Sure enough, when approaching him, the waiter walked slower and said in a hesitant tone, "Is your surname Qi?"
Qi Yan looked at the timid man and nodded slightly: "What's the matter with you?"
Seeing that Qi Yan did not refute, the waiter was a little excited: "Are you really Qi Yan?"
Cowardice turned into joy, like a mouse hiding in the dark finally finding a piece of cheese, the man seemed a little happy, and a little disbelieving. Qi Yan didn't remember where he saw him, so he asked politely, "Who are you?"
"I'm your primary school classmate." The waiter was a little unstable, the cup in the tray trembled slightly, "My name is Yang Heshu, do you remember?"
The primary school is a long time ago, and the living standards and educational conditions in the small town were not very good, so the classmates were not only naughty, but also did not pay attention to their studies. But there are also some students who want to study hard, escape from a poor town, and yearn for a prosperous urban life. Yang Heshu is one of them.
Qi Yan remembered that Yang Heshu was very thin, his hair was dry and yellow, and he spoke in a low voice. He was not usually liked by the boys in his class, but because of his good grades, the teacher liked him very much, and he was also a study committee member in the class.
As for the memories of elementary school, Qi Yan is more of a dilapidated sand-brick and blue-tiled house, iron windows without glass, old and blackened tables and chairs, and a teacher who used only a little chalk but was reluctant to throw it away, and that The blackboard that couldn't be wiped clean, the tall trees outside the classroom.
At that time, everyone was still young, and they didn’t know what basic things might be possible after graduation, how big the country was, and how far apart they would be from each other. In fact, after Qi Yan entered high school, he almost never saw his classmates from elementary school. Now, suddenly in such a hotel, he saw a former classmate, which really surprised him.
"Are you Yang Heshu?" Qi Yan looked at the waiter in front of him with complicated eyes, "I didn't expect to meet you here."
"Yeah," Yang Heshu's face turned a little red, "I didn't expect you to get along so well now, standing with those super big people, I didn't dare to recognize you just now." He scratched his head, very shy, "For several years Before, I heard that you were the champion of science in our city, and I knew you were different from us."
Qi Yan smiled and said, "It's just a coincidence. If I didn't know a certain big man here, I wouldn't even be able to get in. How have you been all these years?"
"It's good," Yang Heshu didn't seem to want to talk about his past over the years. He looked up to see the foreman coming here, and said hurriedly, "Can you leave me a contact information, and I'll contact you after I finish work."
Qi Yan handed him a business card, then watched him stuff the business card into the pocket of the waiter's vest, and left in a hurry.
It wasn't until the back of Yang Heshu disappeared at the corner that Qi Yan retracted his gaze and turned to look at someone not far to the left: "Why are you here?"
"Seeing that you haven't come over for a long time, I came to see if you fell off the toilet," Cen Baihe glanced at the corner, "that waiter just now..."
Qi Yan smiled and saw someone coming out of the bathroom behind him, took a few steps forward and walked out side by side with Cen Baihe, "He said he was my primary school classmate."
Cen Baihe frowned, he felt that Qian Qian's tone seemed a little wrong. Coincidentally meeting elementary school classmates should not be "he said".
"Don't you think it's a coincidence?" Qi Yan walked to the corner and sat down, his tone was a little cold, "But... Yang Heshu has already died."
Although Cen Baihe doesn't quite believe that there are ghosts in this world, after hearing Qi Yan's words, he couldn't help but feel a chill on his back. How could a dead person appear again
Seeing Cen Baihe's solemn expression, Qi Yan reached out and patted his arm: "Don't worry, I'm not telling ghost stories. Yang Heshu was only twelve years old when he died. I heard that there was something growing in his stomach, and his family had no money for medical treatment. It's life and death. Outsiders don't know how many parents who are born in a poor town like ours, let alone understand that some children have been born for several years and still have no household registration. After Yang Heshu died, his household registration was taken by his younger brother who did not have household registration. It worked."
Seeing that Cen Baihe's expression was a little dull, Qi Yan smiled a little melancholy: "At that time, the management of household registration in small places was not as strict as that in big cities, because there were too many black households, and the local village committee could only turn a blind eye. Even if they can erase it, they don’t want to embarrass their fellow villagers. But such absurd things will not happen anymore.”
The development of the economy, the improvement of people's awareness of civilization, the popularization of computers and the Internet, and the strict household registration system have all made the absurdities of the past only a thing of the past.
So Yang Heshu died, only his family, and very few people still remember, other people have no idea that such a person existed in the world, but disappeared silently in the long river of time.
Seeing that Qi Yan was in a low mood, Cen Baihe got up and went to sit next to him, and reached out and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry about the past."
"Well," Qi Yan forced a smile, "I don't know who sent this fake, maybe he doesn't even know that Yang Heshu, who has been alive and changed his name on the bright side, is actually not the real Yang Heshu, who once had a relationship with him. A good primary school classmate, already sleeping in the ground.
Because people who have never experienced real poverty, do not know how many helpless or absurd things happened in that barren land. So many things in elementary school are things he doesn't want to recall.
"I'll ask someone to check the identity of this waiter," Cen Baihe was not happy that someone was using Qi Yan behind his back, "You..."
"No, let him come," Qi Yan sneered, "I also want to know who is going around in such a big circle to plot against me. If you send someone to investigate him, I'm worried that you will be stunned, and the people behind the scenes will hide. ."
For the first time, seeing Qi Yan's expression so indifferent, Cen Baihe's mood was indescribably complicated, and in the end he could only helplessly nodded.
The dance music sounded, and a couple of young men and women entered the dance floor. Qi Yan looked towards the crowd and saw Ruan Youyi dancing gracefully. He didn't know the man holding her, but he could clearly see that this man was courting Ruan Youyi. .
"I usually go out to dance with people when I'm fine." Qi Yan didn't want to spoil his mood by mentioning Yang and Shu again, so he changed the subject.
"What dance?" Cen Baihe thought that Qi Yan might go to a bar, and just a few young people dancing lively, the more he felt that there was a big age gap between him and Qian Qian.
"Square dance," Qi Yan said with a serious face, "don't look down on square dance, some uncles and aunts dance very well, and they can dance anything."
"Square dance?" Cen Baihe's mind was blank for a few seconds, and he felt that the scene of his brain supplementation was instantly smashed into slag. He couldn't imagine how money with a baby face got mixed into the middle-aged and elderly square dance group. .
Seeing Cen Baihe's dull appearance, Qi Yan felt a strange sense of accomplishment.
Not far away, a certain person watched Qi Yan and Cen Baihe chatting and laughing, and his face was pale with fright. He is the wealthy businessman who laughed at Qi Yan outside the hotel before. Since he saw the hotel where Qi Yan and Cen Baihe entered together, the whole person fell into infinite regret.
Knowing that this young man who drives a cheap car has such a good relationship with Fifth Master Cen, he would not rob him of a parking clerk even if he was killed, and he would even let him park the young man himself. Now offending such a big man, what can he do
Originally, he wanted to find an opportunity to apologize to the young man, but he didn't know that Fifth Master Cen stayed with the young man almost the whole time, and he didn't have the face to lean over. What was even more frightening was that he found that not only the Cen family was very kind to this young man, but even the leaders of several other prominent families were strangely gentle when talking to the young man.
He no longer thinks about what the identity of this young man is now, he only hopes that this young man will treat him as a gas, and let it go.
"Lao Luo, what's wrong with you today," a wealthy businessman he knew walked up to him with a glass of wine, "It's the first time to come to the birthday party of Mr. Cen, nervous?"
"What are you nervous, Lao Fu, don't make fun of me," Lao Luo looked at this business friend with a bitter face, "I didn't have eyes when I came here, and I offended Fifth Cen's friend."
Lao Fu's expression changed slightly: "Could it be the young man next to Fifth Master Cen you're talking about?"
"Who else could it be," Lao Luo recounted the incident to his old friend, and then drank the wine in his glass, "I don't know what's wrong with this kid, he has such a good relationship with the Cen family, And driving a broken car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, isn’t this intentionally misleading?!”
"Lao Luo, this is your fault. It's their freedom to drive what kind of car they drive. You go to rob someone's parking clerk and even use words and deeds to ridicule people. It's not a glorious thing to do," Lao Fu said. I knew that Lao Luo likes to show off his wealth and sneer, but he didn't expect him to show off regardless of the occasion. Who can come here, who has no status or wealth, some rich people just like to drive cheap scooters, you don't have eyes to offend people, who can you blame
There is no point in saying this anymore, Lao Fu patted his shoulder, turned around and left without a word.
Lao Luo watched Lao Fu leave, and he hated and resented in his heart.
"Would you like to go to the hotel to rest for a while, there is a dinner party in the evening," Cen Baihe knew that Qi Yan had the habit of taking naps, he checked the time, "Go to my room?"
"Okay," Qi Yan glanced at the others in the hall, "What are these people doing this afternoon?"
"There are a lot of things that can be played on the upper floors, and they can find fun themselves," Cen Baihe stood up. "Besides, there are big brothers and the others, so I don't need to worry about it."
"I know you're not in good health."
With an expressionless face, doing lazy things, this face is really not thin, and it seems that this is not the first time.
After the two walked into the elevator and swiped their cards upstairs to find the room, Qi Yan threw himself on the soft big bed and didn't want to get up.
Cen Baihe took out a set of nightgown he had prepared from the closet and threw it on the bed, while taking off his suit jacket, he said, "Change your clothes before going to bed, otherwise your clothes will be wrinkled when you wake up."
Qi Yan pulled his bow tie and went to the bathroom to change into his nightgown. Seeing Cen Baihe sitting at the desk with his computer on, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"Go to sleep, I'll read the documents," Cen Baihe glanced at Qi Yan's ankle, "I'll call you later."
"Okay." Qi Yan threw himself on the bed again, wrapped in the quilt and fell asleep without any psychological burden.
After an unknown amount of time, Cen Baihe looked away from the laptop screen and landed on the small mountain bag on the big bed. Qi Yan didn't sleep very well, with one foot stretched out of the quilt, but his head shrunk in the quilt.
Cen Baihe smiled helplessly, got up and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, went to the bed and pressed the quilt for Qi Yan, showing his nose and mouth. Looking at the calf that was stretched out on the edge of the bed, Cen Baihe stretched out his hand and gently held Qi Yan's ankle.
After tucking his feet into the quilt, Cen Baihe looked down at his palm and twisted his fingers in a strange way. The smooth touch seemed to take root in his mind, and he couldn't forget it.
After being stunned for a long time, Cen Baihe didn't recover until the phone rang. He took out his phone and pressed the answer button. He looked back at Qi Yan, who was still sleeping, and quickly walked out of the room: "Brother."
"Okay, I'll be right over here."
"Bai He," Big Brother Cen saw Cen Baihe pushed the door open and forgot to look behind him, "Where's Master Qi?"
"He's resting," Cen Baihe sat down on the sofa, "Brother, what do you have to do with me?"
"It's nothing," Brother Cen smiled with embarrassment, "Uncle Ruan Shi just said inside and out, it seems that he meant to match you and his granddaughter."
"Different generations, what matchmaking are we talking about," Cen Baihe took out a magazine and sat down on the sofa, "What are you telling me about this?" He looked up at Brother Cen, "Dad wouldn't want to get it for me. Arranged marriages?"
"How is that possible? I didn't tell you in advance, lest you be fooled." Brother Cen really didn't think that the little girl from the Ruan family was so rare, or it might be because of the big age gap. There are gaps in the aesthetics of today's young people.
"Which table are you going to let Master Qi sit at the evening banquet?" To the Cen family, Master Qi is an honored guest, and when arranging seats, you must be careful.
"It's right next to me," Cen Baihe flipped through a few pages of the magazine, and found that there was actually a report about him, or lace news about him and some female artists, and threw the magazine on the table with a frown, "He was looking at me. I only came here from my face, and I’m not familiar with other people, so it’s better to sit next to me wherever I sit.”
"Okay," Brother Cen nodded, thinking that was quite appropriate.
Cen Baihe stood up and pointed to the magazines on the table: "Brother, don't read these unpopular magazines.
Brother Cen's face was blank. He just picked up a few books in the hall downstairs. Who knows what's inside. After Cen Baihe left, Brother Cen flipped through the magazine and was speechless. Now, why don't these entertainment writers change their profession to write novels, they are all talking nonsense.
When Qi Yan sat up ignorantly from the bed, he almost couldn't tell where he was. After knowing that he saw Cen Baihe sitting on the sofa and reading a book, he gradually realized that he was still in the hotel.
"Awake?" Cen Baihe closed the book, "It's getting late, let's wash up, let's go down."
Qi Yan walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face before he fully woke up. He wiped the water off his face with a towel, and when he turned to go to the closet to get his clothes, he found that the clothes had been ironed again.
"Thank you," he came out after changing his clothes and thanked Cen Baihe.
"It's not what you said, there is no need to thank you among friends." Cen Baihe got up from the sofa and walked in front of Qi Yan, "Don't move, raise your head."
Qi Yan looked up blankly and did as he did, not knowing what Cen Baihe was going to do.
"The bow tie and collar were not made up."
Qi Yan lowered his head, his chin hit the back of Cen Baihe's hand, so he raised his chin honestly. This angle of view is very close to Cen Baihe, he found that Cen Baihe's lips are very sexy, but the color is a little light, and it looks a little lack of color. But the neck and shoulders look good, no wonder wearing a suit is so temperamental.
"Okay." Cen Baihe retracted his hand, reached out and patted the non-existent dust on his shoulder. When he retracted his hand, he couldn't help but touched the back of his hand.
Qi Yan smiled at Cen Baihe: "Then let's go down."
"it is good."
"Why is your voice hoarse?"
"It's okay, maybe it's because of sitting for a long time."
"Does it matter?"
"… "