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Chapter 1248 Past
"Huh, you know what, Brother Yan can really drink."

Xiangnan vomited under a tree on the side of the road, feeling so emotional.

Lu Tao held a cigarette in his mouth, unscrewed the water bottle and handed it to him: "He used to be a gangster. In the past, he would eat big bowls of meat and drink big bowls of wine. We are college graduates, how can we compare. Fortunately, he left early, otherwise we would all be drunk today."

"Brother Yan didn't force us to drink. I remember that most of the time we were drinking at the request of you, Lu Tao. I thought you wanted to compete with Brother Yan, so I just joined in the toast." Milei laughed foolishly on the side.

Xiangnan took a sip of water to rinse his mouth, and after spitting it out, he said weakly: "The case is solved, it's right here with you two. Give me a cigarette."

Lu Tao passed out cigarettes while talking: "I also got along well with Brother Yan. How should I put it? I just felt that he was very cool and casual. Listen to what that pighead said about the past, and then look at Brother Yan. Can you believe that he did that? Brother Yan also speaks well. I feel that he understands me very well. Don't you feel the same way?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I just think he speaks in an interesting way and he's a very nice person." Mile echoed.

"I'm about the same, otherwise how could I drink like that? I tell you, I didn't steal a single sip of wine this time, and I didn't feel uncomfortable at the time. It was just that we were having a good time chatting and I was in a good mood."

He staggered southward. Although he felt uncomfortable from vomiting, he felt happy and smiled when he thought about his previous drinking.

"But do you think that what Pighead said before was true?" Mile was a little skeptical. "If he had fought like that, he would have been arrested and sentenced long ago, right?"

"Xiangnan, isn't your father a veteran policeman? If Brother Yan is really that awesome, your father would definitely know about it. Go back and ask for details and tell us later. I'm also very curious. If it's true, he's an amazing man."

"What if it's fake?"

Lu Tao said: "Then we must tell Huazi, we can't let him be deceived. We must make Huazi be careful and not let others sell him out and still count the money."

"I'll ask when I get back and tell you tomorrow." Xiangnan nodded heavily.

"Okay, let's go then. See you tomorrow."

As he spoke, Lu Tao hailed a taxi and sent Xiangnan home.

"It's just the two of us again, hehe."

Watching the taxi disappear into the distance, Mile happily hugged Lu Tao's arm and asked, "Where are we going?"

"He must have gone home. Didn't your mother call you just now?"

"Would you like me to stay with you for a while longer? Let's go, drive and take you home first."

So the two of them staggered along the street, and just like in the original drama, they met Charlene.

In Lu Tao's words, he fell in love with Xia Lin at first sight. He fell in love with her immediately. He thought about her even when he couldn't see her. He thought about her so much that his body burned...

Xiangnan came into the house drunk and staggering, and his mother said unhappily, "You drank so much and got into a fight, and you still remember to come back."

Xiangnan's father was flipping through the newspaper: "It's graduation time, so it's understandable that we all get together. Is anyone hurt?"

"It has to be my dad." Xiangnan smiled and offered his father a cigarette. "Look, I'm doing fine. I was hiding in the back and attacked them. I suddenly hit them. Besides, we have the advantage in numbers."

Xiangnan's father glanced at him, shook his head with amusement, but said nothing more.

"Oh, by the way, Dad, I want to ask you something. Do you know Wang Yan? He was said to be invincible in our city in the 1990s."

"Wang Yan? The one from Chongwenmen?" Xiangnan's father frowned, as if he remembered this person. "Did you run into him?"

"He was the one who started the fight between us. Otherwise, it would have lasted for quite a while. After we left the police station, we drank together. Dad, is he really that awesome?"

"He's more than just awesome." Xiangnan's father knew there was no conflict, so he was relieved and said with a smile, "He's a famous figure in our Beijing public security system. Anyone over 30 knows him. Let me put it this way, he knows more people in our public security system than I do."

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

"This kid's parents died early. It was said that they were beaten to death for being brave and righteous. They didn't have any relatives or friends. At first, they were sent to an orphanage. But the kid had practiced martial arts since he was young. He was very good at it and had a good body. Not only did he beat up all the children in the orphanage, he even beat up a staff member at the time. They said he was abusing children.

What happened in the end? He took a copy of the criminal law and blocked the door of the relevant political and legal leader's home. He sent the staff member to jail. He was only twelve years old at that time.

After this incident, he left the welfare home and returned to live in Chongwenmen, where the comrades from the street helped him. After all, he was less supervised, and other people said he was an orphan, and that "wild child" was a nice word. I heard that they all called him a bastard.

He was a strong-willed person, and he practiced martial arts and exercised all day, so he certainly couldn't stand this kind of anger. During that period, he fought with anyone who said anything bad about him.

I remember the largest one, he did it all by himself, holding a steel pipe, and did more than a hundred. Another time he even used a gun! He was shot and killed the person who fired the gun. He was right in this case, not only was he not punished, he was even commended by the government, for fighting against evil forces.

This time he saw the sweetness, so he would specifically look for those well-known people, and all the big and small hooligans in our capital were beaten up by him. The hooligans called the police, you can imagine how Wang Yan was bullied by them.

After 2,000 years, we cracked down harder and he was already in his twenties, so he stopped causing trouble. I remember he seemed to be traveling.

It's interesting to say, this guy doesn't suffer any loss. There are many troubles when he goes out. If he sees someone being unreasonable, he will just beat him up. In recent years, many local investigation letters have been sent to us. As soon as the local government sends a letter, we know where he is. In the past few years when he was out, it was really exciting. He caught thieves, beat road bullies, and even caught a murderer..."

Xiangnan was already stunned, with his eyes wide open and his mouth open: "Didn't you catch him before?"

"His parents are brave and righteous, his guardian is the street, his family is poor, and he is in the right when he beats people. He usually helps old ladies cross the road, catches thieves, beats hooligans, and specializes in doing good deeds. In novels, this is called chivalry. The key is that this kid also knows the law. When something happens, he holds a pile of law books and argues with you about the laws one by one. He is a good young man, why arrest him?"

"No, Dad, how do you know so clearly?"

"Like I just said, the police in Beijing are basically all aware of his affairs. He certainly doesn't know me, but he knows a lot of people in the public security system. He has dealt with almost all the police stations in the city. When I was in the station before, he sent a few thieves and gangsters to our place."

“Is it really that awesome?”

"Look, you unlucky kid, I'm telling you a joke."

Xiangnan's father didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he said, "It's okay for you to play with him. In fact, it's safer. But don't play tricks on him. Just say whatever you want to say. He's a smart guy with a lot of experience. He's well-traveled and well-informed. Your little tricks are useless in front of him. He likes you to be straightforward."

"Are you really okay?"

"If there was something wrong, wouldn't he have been dealt with long ago? His thoughts are much more positive than yours, and his awareness is much higher than yours. If this happened in the past, do you know how he would have handled it if he had encountered this incident today?"

"do not know."

"He beat you all up, and then asked you to treat him to a meal and drinks." Xiangnan's father shook his head, "He has indeed grown up and matured a lot."

"That's awesome." After saying so, Xiangnan added, "It's useless. I don't think he has much money."

"That's because he doesn't want to make money. He can make hundreds of thousands a year as a bodyguard. With his ability, how can he not make money by opening a martial arts class? This is not to mention those shady things. He has been exposed to a lot of things in this area. If he really wants to do it, he is not short of money now. Otherwise, he has a positive mindset and high consciousness."

While the father and son were talking about how awesome Wang Yan was, the host also ended the drinking party and dispersed.

"Brother Yan, I'm leaving now. We'll contact each other tomorrow."

"Let's go." Wang Yan waved his hand and watched Pighead get on the car and leave.

He hailed another taxi and stuffed the unconscious Huazi into it. He sat in the passenger seat and told the taxi driver his destination, heading back to his home here.

Hua Zi was suddenly given such great trust, he was very excited, but he could not repay it for the time being, so he could only keep drinking, in this way he thought, to show his sincerity. So he drank too much, cried and laughed during the meal, talked about his family background, some of the cold stares he suffered, and some of the inferiority he felt when he was with Lu Tao and Xiang Nan. He also talked about how their good friend, Gao Qiang, committed suicide by jumping off the building at home not long ago, and talked about how this incident touched him.

Then he vomited all over the restaurant floor. If Wang Yan hadn't been quick to help him, he would have been swimming in his vomit.

Zhutou also drank a lot of wine, which was more than he usually drank. He also felt Wang Yan's trust, so he drank to show his feelings. He also cried and laughed, and talked about the difficulties he had experienced over the years.

Fortunately, Zhutou's alcohol tolerance and drinking habits were OK, so Wang Yan didn't have to worry about it. The boy paid the bill without much hesitation. He knew he couldn't drink any more, so he went out to vomit for a while, smoked a cigarette to slow down, and then took a taxi and left.

But he didn't have the energy to take care of Hua Zi, so Wang Yan was left as a babysitter and took Hua Zi back to his residence...

This residence was not unfamiliar. It was the place where he lived in his previous world under the Zhengyang Sect.

The whole house is a two-entry courtyard, with nine families living there. He lives in the two east wing rooms, one is the kitchen and the other is the bedroom. There is running water in the house, but there is still no toilet in the courtyard. You need to go out to the intersection and walk about 100 to 180 meters to find a public toilet.

It was late at night and everyone was asleep.

Wang Yan stood at the gate of the second courtyard, holding the unconscious Huazi. He looked at the familiar environment in the courtyard in the dim moonlight, and his memory naturally drifted to the distant past.

Of course there's nothing to miss, it's just that the memory has come back again, a normal intrusion from the memory.

If he had lived in the three-story mansion in Beihai, his memories would have surged even more violently. After all, he had lived there several times and there were more stories there.

There was no sad story. After a brief recollection, Wang Yan carried Huazi, opened the door, walked in, and threw Huazi onto the bed.

The layout inside was not much different. If there was anything different, it was that there were no antiques. There was still a large solid wood table near the window. The tabletop and a large bookshelf next to it were all filled with books. There were also pens, inkstones, paperweights, and other items on the table. His calligraphy and Chinese paintings were also hung on the wall for decoration.

In addition to these, there are two cameras on the table. One is a film camera, and the other is a digital camera. There are also some developed photos sealed in frames and hung on the wall.

This was a habit that Huo Di had long had, and it also suited Wang Yan's preferences...

After washing up, Wang Yan pulled out a folding bed from the corner, spread out a mattress, took a pillow, and lay there quietly, with his hands behind his head, listening to Hua Zi's unconscious drunken talk, enjoying the evening breeze in the capital in July...

The next day, Huazi opened his eyes painfully. Looking at the unfamiliar environment, he recalled what happened yesterday. He only knew that he wanted to start a company, and he had 10% of the shares. The rest was that he would die for his friends, and he could not remember anything.

He propped himself up and looked around the room, and met the smiling eyes of Wang Yan, who was sitting there with a book in his hand.

"Brother Yan." Hua Zi rubbed his aching head, "Sorry to bother you..."

Wang Yan shook his head with amusement, stood up, took the water on the table and handed it over.

"Honey water, drink some to recover."

Huazi took it in his hand, tilted his head back and drank it, finishing half of the pot.

"I didn't cause you any trouble, did I, Brother Yan?"

"It's just that you were drunk and had to run naked, nothing else."

"Ah?" Huazi was shocked.

"Just kidding."

Wang Yan smiled and stood up, went to the kitchen and got a bowl of packed porridge, "It's cold, but it means the same thing, have some."

"Thank you, Brother Yan. I really can't eat anything else."

"We are all family, why should we be so polite?" Wang Yan waved his hand, lit a cigarette, and looked at Hua Zi who was drinking porridge in big gulps, "Are you feeling well?"

"A little trembling."

"Then take it slow. Don't drink like this next time. I know you don't know how to express yourself. Just this once is enough. Drink in moderation and do what you can."

"I really don't know what to say, Brother Yan."

"I've already told you to work hard so we can grow bigger and stronger. Is that hard to understand?"

Hua Zi chuckled and asked, "Where's the pig head?"

"He drinks more than you can. He called me early this morning. Now we're going to find a lawyer to write a contract. Take a break after you finish eating and pack up. Then we'll go sign the contract, open a company, and find a repair shop."

"You really won't consider it again?"

"You've thought it through clearly. Just do it first and talk about it later. I'm not afraid, so why should you be afraid? Eat quickly and clean up after you're done."

Wang Yan waved his hand, ignored Hua Zi, and started reading a book.

After a while, Huazi finished his meal, and with trembling legs, he forced himself to get out of bed to wash up. He was busy for a while, then rested for a while. When he felt it was about time, he left with Wang Yan.

"Shall we take a taxi?" Huazi asked.

Wang Yan took out the car keys from his pocket and shook them: "I'm going out to play by myself. How can I drive without a car?"

"I was too drunk to remember."

When they got to the alley outside and saw a row of cars leaning against the wall, Huazi asked, "Which one is yours, Brother Yan?"

"The black Sang Brigade."

Wang Yan raised his head, walked over, took the key, and opened the door of the black Santana travel.

Huazi followed and looked at the license plate, then his eyes widened: "Fuck, Beijing A8, Brother Yan?"

"Nothing to worry about, it's just a license plate. It's not like I'm that awesome."

Shaking his head in amusement, Wang Yan sat in the driving seat, started the car, and drove it forward and backward, forward and backward, until he managed to squeeze the car out from between the two cars.

Huazi sat in the passenger seat and looked at the interior of the car with a look of amazement.

"Brother Yan, you really know how to enjoy yourself. Has this car been modified?"

"What's there to enjoy? I just changed the seats to something comfortable and got a huanghuali wood steering wheel, and I didn't touch anything else."

This is the configuration that Wang Yan usually uses when driving a Peugeot, and his father also equipped him with it.

After calling Zhutou and getting the address, Wang Yan and Huazi chatted and laughed as they drove along the wide streets of Beijing...

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