Rebirth 1981 starts with saving the sisters from the neighboring village.

He understood the cause and effect as soon as he thought about it. Although it was done secretly, how could there be an airtight wall in the world?

He was very lucky and even grateful that the other party did not act cruelly, otherwise he might have lived in the pain of losing a loved one for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy in his heart.

One is to be angry that the other party is too ruthless.

But when I think that my skills are inferior to others, even though I am very unhappy, I can only swallow this sigh of relief.

The second is that he is angry that his subordinates are all very clever. They made a stupid move and let the other party find out that he is the person behind the scenes without telling them? !

He wants to vent!

Outside the office of PolyGram’s general manager.

A group of people gathered curiously around the door of the general manager's office. Even the heavy door could not block the roar coming from inside.

Half an hour ago, they saw the boss's male secretary walking in, and now they have been being output continuously for half an hour.

"Bah~", the door opened.

The secretary walked out with his head drooped, a chicken coop on his head, and his eyes wandering.

Everyone watched silently as he packed up his personal belongings and was swept out. No one dared to say a word for fear of getting into trouble.

……

Shek O Villa.

"Wanhua, your beard has grown again. Do you want me to trim it for you?"

Deng Lijun sat opposite Peng Wanhua, staring at him with big smiling eyes without blinking.

After saying that, he showed a mischievous smile.

Peng Wanhua stroked his beard and showed a dumbfounded smile.

"Sister Jun, my beard has no grudge against you in the past or in the recent past. It has just grown out a few days ago, so please let it go."

As he spoke, he raised the glass of red wine and toasted her.

Deng Lijun smiled like a lady and continued to joke: "Don't worry, it was pretty good last time, and you can completely trust my skills."

Speaking of this, Peng Wanhua remembered that Teresa Deng said that she was a professional in shaving, and it seemed that her technique was indeed quite professional.

I wonder which man is so lucky?

Thinking of this, Peng Wanhua felt envious.

"Sister Jun, how did you develop this skill? Who is so lucky?"

Peng Wanhua had always been a straightforward person, so he didn't mince words with her and asked directly.

Deng Lijun was stunned for a moment, and then she saw his expression, as if she had realized something. She couldn't help but snorted, and said with a sideways smile, "Why, can't I even shave my own armpit hair?"

Peng Wanhua suddenly understood that this was how he practiced his shaving technique.

Deng Lijun stared into his eyes, as if searching for something, and asked: "Who do you think I am helping?"

Peng Wanhua touched his head and laughed. After thinking about it, he said wisely: "I thought you were like my mother, a professional pig scraper in the village."

"Pig scraping?" A big question mark appeared on Deng Lijun's little head.

"Yes, pig scraping. When we kill the New Year pig in our village, we will scald the dead pig and then ask someone to shave the pig hair. This is an experience job. My mother is a good hand at scraping pigs. She does not use special tools, but uses grass cutters. A tree-cutting sickle can do the job.”

Peng Wanhua explained with a serious look.

"Hehehe, you guy."

Deng Lijun was very smart. After thinking about it carefully, she didn't know that this guy was talking nonsense.

But seeing that he didn't show his true feelings, she didn't plan to test each other with him.

Taking a sip of red wine, she narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the blue sea outside the floor-to-ceiling window, recalling her past relationship history.

"I used to..."

She had two previous relationships, both of which were older than her. One was actually older than her, and the other looked older than her.

The reason why she chose the two of them was mainly because she liked the uncle at that time.

However, there has been no substantial progress in the relationship. She has severe mysophobia. When making friends, she can only accept holding hands. She even wears gloves when holding hands. She is extremely resistant to even hugs.

She thought this might be her hidden illness.

But now a man not only reshaped her aesthetics, but also made her less resistant to physical contact, which made her feel very novel.

Maybe she drank too much today, so she just wanted to tell him about her past relationship and talk to him without reservation.

This is the first time she has told someone this since she was a child.

After speaking, she looked at Peng Wanhua quietly.

Peng Wanhua on the side listened quietly to her emotional journey.

Suddenly he thought of a word: platonic love.

Maybe this is the kind of love she longs for.

Peng Wanhua didn't think anything strange about his severe mysophobia. After all, he was a social person who had been tested for generations. What kind of world had he not seen before?

Isn't it just that I want to fall in love but I'm afraid of being fucked?

Well, all in all, it’s no big deal.

"Everyone is different and has their own preferences. It doesn't matter. As long as it does not violate social order and conscience, you can choose any life and emotion you want."

Peng Wanhua gave full affirmation.

That calm but firm tone seemed to be that of a wise man who had seen through all kinds of situations in the world.

Seeing that Peng Wanhua didn't seem to be discriminating at all and expressed his affirmation to herself, Deng Lijun breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

What made her feel slightly strange was his attitude, which gave people the impression that he had experienced many stories and had a temperament that was incompatible with his age and this era.

"how about you?"

She was curious about what kind of life experiences made him so different.

"I?"

"Ok!"

Teresa Deng rested her elbows on the table, propped up her chin and nodded, blinking her smiling eyes.

Peng Wanhua thought of his previous life.

Bohemian.

Family breakdown.

Enjoy the flowers.

The prosperity is gone.

Die alone.

Twenty simple words can sum up his extraordinary life.

This life has just begun.

He hopes to live a more exciting life. Of course, he will take it seriously and live up to any relationship in this life.

"Actually, there's not much to say. I talked about two of them before. One classmate went to the United States to study, and the other returned to the United States to start a business and become a strong woman."

Peng Wanhua said lightly.

After hearing this, Deng Lijun didn't know what she thought of, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Then have you tried to save him?"

she asked.

Peng Wanhua shook his head slightly: "So what if we want to stay? Everyone is equal and everyone has his own ambitions. There is no need to force it. If we don't go in both directions and cherish each other, it is better to part ways and be happy."

As he spoke, he drank the wine in one gulp, looking a little depressed.

"One parting and two widening, each rejoices; two-way running, cherishing each other."

Deng Lijun felt a little distressed inexplicably and murmured repeatedly.

At a certain moment, she suddenly felt this feeling and said: "That's a good sentence! I decided to put your sentence into my song. Come on, let me toast you!"

Peng Wanhua smiled.

The two clinked a glass and drank it down.

"Actually, I... admire you very much. You came to Xiangjiang alone, built a huge family business without relying on face and strength, and you have such a thorough understanding of human nature. It's really amazing. If you can use one word to describe it, , that is—that is, success at a young age.”

Deng Lijun was a little confused after drinking wine. She thought about it for a while before she came up with this word.

"I don't dare. It all depends on the brothers working together to achieve anything. I just provided a little guidance."

Peng Wanhua said seriously.

He has never been young in his life, and being complacent is far away.

"You guys are really too humble."

Deng Lijun filled his wine glass tremblingly, admiring his humility more and more. Compared with those impetuous young people, this unique calmness made her feel very comfortable getting along with him.

What is hidden under the beard is the young flesh, and what is exposed is the temperament of an uncle. When the two are combined, it is completely grown on her XP. It is really exciting to think about it.