Big Dream Chase

he taught me

Receive remaining hatred, avoid tenderness and anger, reform oneself, change love, stop falling in love with passing water, turn back from bitterness, and realize the cause of orchid early. *

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When Lian Ming woke up, he only felt a dull pain in the back of his neck. He sat up slowly, and after staring for a while, he realized that he was lying at the gate of his family in Yuncheng.

Lian Ming looked down again, the clothes had changed from robes to suits, and mobile phones and password boxes were scattered beside him.He turned on the screen, and the time showed twelve o'clock in the morning.Looking at the date again, three days have passed since the Sotheby's Auction in Furong City and the Academic Research Conference of S University.

In other words, Uncle Six's goods have been on hold for several days.Lian Yufeng was determined to be furious, and the already tense relationship between father and son was afraid that he was walking on eggshells.

Lian Ming stood up and gently patted off the dust on his body.Lifting the lockbox to feel the weight, the Tangxi sword was still inside.He recognized the iris and the voice at the door, and the grand door of the main house opened in response.

Lian Ming walked in slowly, and met the housekeeper Uncle Hong who was standing at the door.

"Young Master Lian, the master will wait for a long time." Uncle Hong turned sideways and pointed to Lian Yufeng who was sitting on the sofa.

It was midnight, and the house was rarely quiet.

Lian Yufeng was used to love affairs in the first half of his life, and he restrained himself a little when he met Lian's mother, Chen Xinrui.But the saying that the prodigal son will not change his money when he turns back does not apply to Lian Yufeng.

It's true that Xiaoqing and Xiaomi don't touch each other anymore, but Lian Yufeng often holds parties like the small Haitian Shengyan in this house.Therefore, Lian Zhai usually sings and sings every night, which is quite corrupt.

Lian Ming has not returned to his home for a long time since he became independent.As Lian Ming's power in the family gradually increased, whenever he came home, Lian Yufeng would avoid his son's taboo.Refuse to invite the group of demons, seal the meat ticket.

Although Lian Ming was at odds with his father, his family education was never forgotten.He walked to the sofa, not intending to sit down.

Lian Ming nodded: "Father."

Lian Yufeng fell asleep on the sofa with a cigar in his mouth, the smoke was lingering, and he didn't think he fell asleep.His nightgown was opened wide, and his muscles were clearly textured.Even if Yu Feng closes his eyes and has soft facial lines, he still can't cover up the majestic and fierce aura of a big boss.

Just such a big brother who has dominated both black and white for many years and called the wind and rain, opened his eyes and saw Lian Ming through the gray smoke, but he was not half serious.

"Yo? Still alive?"

Lian Ming smiled: "Yes, what a coincidence."

Lian Yufeng held the cigar in his mouth, and the beard on his chin was very strong and delicious.He is not a bad old man, the underworld Andy Lau is worthy of his name!

"Hey, I said you're still alive," Lian Yu Feng laughed for a long time as if he didn't know what to do, "I came back with your mother three hours ago, and saw you lying on the ground like a dead fish, thinking that your enemy came to burp your ass Yes. I told your mother a few times before entering the house."

Lian Ming: ...

"Father, don't worry. Even if he dies in the wilderness someday, his son will not dirty his house."

"Hey," Lian Yufeng finally raised his eyelids, and gave him a cool look, "I know it clearly in my heart."

"It's quite clear."

Lian Ming smiled instead of anger, the relationship between father and son has become particularly tense in recent years.On the surface, Lian Yufeng is very indulgent towards him, but in fact he has already planted many "poisonous needles" around Lian Ming.

Even Yu Feng is not too old to be a director, he can sit in this position today, he can show not only his fists and wisdom.

And ruthless.

Lian Ming was cultivated by him, and he turned a corner to do other things in the middle, and Lian Yu Feng, who is an old man, doesn't care so much.But it has been passed down to the family for a hundred years, and here is a single seedling, let alone you bend it, even if you break it, you have to stick it again.

Want to leave home?It's not that easy.The glory of the family is prosperous and all are prosperous, and all are lost.It's okay to be young and indulge for a few years, but after that, you won't be allowed to mess around.

Lian Ming had grown a proud bone, and on top of that proud bone was an unruly rebellious bone.He took off his suit and folded it in the crook of his arm, ignoring Lian Yufeng's hidden needles.

"Father, has Uncle Six's shipment passed?"

Lian Yufeng smoked a cigarette and closed his eyes again: "Is it still waiting for you to come? Is it waiting for the note or the end. Ah Ming, don't think that if you are not here for a day, this huge Lian family will be broken up."

"Look, when I was in Europe, even the cargo line at home was fine. Right?"

Lian Ming smacked these two sentences in his heart four or five times, and finally felt the taste of beating him.

Lian Ming echoed, "Father sits in charge and has his own prestige. Who dares to mess around? The son is just taking care of the father."

"Don't flatter me, I still know a little bit about your thoughts. As you said, you can easily cut off my cargo line." Lian Yufeng didn't back down, but pressed harder and harder.

Lian Ming was as calm as before, making it clear that he would not move.But he had already started to worry about it in his heart. Lian Yufeng was used to petting him before, and suddenly he had the momentum to rein in the precipice.

Could it be that something went wrong with the Lian family.

Lian Ming didn't confront Lian Yufeng head-on. He thought for a while and said, "Father, my son is really busy these days. When he gets on the North American line in a few days, my son will definitely help my father share his worries."

Lian Yufeng waved his hand, and said indifferently: "Sharing worries is the second priority, you, a university professor, can do that in front of you. Let you come back. It's not good to spread the word that I don't care about human feelings! Right?"

"Don't let you come back, this cargo line will always be divided."

Lian Ming seemed to have a bad premonition and gradually came to mind: "So according to father's wishes?"

"Hey, hey, I don't mean anything."

Lian Yufeng stood up from the sofa, with broad shoulders and a tall and straight figure.Long-term fitness has kept him in good shape for many years. Although he is a few centimeters shorter than Lian Ming, he has an overwhelming aura that cannot be underestimated.

"Look at you scholars, you like to talk in circles. Ah Ming, you have contributed a lot to the Lian family, and you must be tired mentally and physically. I thought about it, I should rest, I should rest. Play, and you play as much as you want. No one is young, right?"

"Father said so."

"That's right—" Lian Yufeng walked upstairs with a smile, his gold thread bathrobe shone under the light of the crystal chandelier on the dome.He was about to reach the end of the stairs, and needles could be heard in the brightly lit Lian family mansion.

Lian Ming couldn't see the emotion between Lian Yufeng's brows, but his voice was deep and serious, with undeniable determination.

Lian Yufeng said: "If you can't do it, you should take a good rest. Look at how many years your grandfather has rested. You should always give others more chances, right?"

Lian Ming was startled, and suddenly raised his head in disbelief to stare at Lian Yufeng's back.He didn't answer, but pursed his lips tightly.This is not beating, it is clearly a demonstration.

Lian Yufeng didn't care, and continued to say: "Ah Ming, you have to remember. Your father will always be your father."

Lian Ming didn't quite remember how he got back to the bedroom, his mind was buzzing, and he always felt that something went wrong.But human memory is like this. When you look for it, you can't find it everywhere, like the treetops can't catch the corner of the windbreaker.

Lian Ming felt physically and mentally exhausted, he put his coat on the back of the chair, and turned on the lamp on the desk.The password box was put aside, and the headache began again.

He still has to find another chance to meet Su Muyu, otherwise, with Boss Su's head of a nobleman who forgets about things, it's likely that within a few days-this gentleman, who are you?

Lian Ming was in a good mood thinking of Su Muyu for no reason, after all, beautiful things make people feel comfortable.He was just about to sit down when he suddenly found a corner of paper protruding from the top pocket of his coat.

Lian Ming pinched it out with his index and middle fingers. It was an exquisite business card exuding faint sandalwood.

On the front of the business card, it was written in a thin gold font: Su Muyu.Gongyi Pavilion.Contact number: XXXXXXXXXXXX.

Turning the other side over again, there are a few large characters written with a pen on the back: Lian Shao, I hope we will have no future!

Gee.

Lian Ming couldn't help but smile with the corners of his mouth hooked, he was determined enough.

Then, he bared his teeth:

This word is really ugly.

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When Lian Ming and Lian Yu Feng were fighting each other, although Su Muyu was at ease, he still had a bit of a headache.Time and space collapsed, this time I didn't control the location well, and landed in Yuncheng.

Yuncheng is far from Furong City, and it takes two or three hours to fly. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, okay, okay, the nearest flight has to wait until tomorrow afternoon to get a ticket.

When Su Muyu woke up, Lian Ming was still in a coma.Boss Su wanted to pat his butt and walk away, but he took a few steps and then shrank back.He took out a business card from his pocket, took out a pen from Lian Ming's jacket pocket, and wrote a sentence on Lian Ming's chest.

The Sumerian was obviously very satisfied with his masterpiece, and put it into Lian Ming's jacket pocket after admiring it for a long time.

He stood up and clasped his fingers to Lian Ming, as if going to a grave, and rambled earnestly: "Young Master Lian, at least I haven't written for many years, and I will show my authenticity when I start writing. For the sake of offering your calligraphy, don't come looking for it in the future." I'm gone."

After worshiping the "corpse", Boss Su turned around gracefully and walked away.Lianming is here, it doesn't matter if he stays dead until dawn.

Su Muyu had no choice but to take a taxi back to Yuncheng to branch out.

It is said to be a separation, but it is actually a property under his own name.Gongyi Pavilion was so poor that only antiques remained, Boss Su still bought two properties for himself based on his skills.

One is in Furong City and the other is in Yuncheng.

He couldn't explain why he bought a house in Yuncheng, this matter was really full of loopholes.He always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't find any trace even after searching in the memory palace.

In the end, Su Muyu sighed, it would be nice to have a house to live in, so what are you thinking about so much.I only hope that one day I can reach the height of Lianming, if I don’t have anything, I have money.

Gongyi Pavilion's acquisition of antiques basically has no output, and there are very few shipments, so the capital turnover is difficult.

Look at Lian Shao, it's really rich that makes people unrecognizable.

Su Muyu returned to Qingyunxuan in the east area of ​​Yuncheng, which is quite far from the city center and is a new development zone in recent years.Qingyunxuan is a two-story single-family small house with its own garden, and the unit size is not too large.

Su Muyu asked the master to stop at the door of his house, and was stunned for a while when he got off the car.

--sky!What's the password?

Su Meiren struggled for a long time, Junxiu frowned slightly.He leaned against the door and tried it no less than a hundred times, such as birthday date, opening time of Gongyi Pavilion, the last eight digits of the mobile phone number, etc., and tried everything in detail.

After several wrong passwords, Su Muyu rarely gave up on himself.

Could it be six ones?

Not so stupid, such a simple password?

Su Muyu hesitated for a while, stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and slowly pressed six ones on the keyboard.

"Ding", a mechanical female voice came from the loudspeaker - the password is correct, welcome home.

The garden gate opened slowly.

...Su Muyu felt that he was so stupid...

After returning home after all kinds of hardships, why did Su Muyu feel more exhausted than Tang Sanzang studying Buddhist scriptures.As soon as he opened the door and entered, a huge black figure suddenly rushed towards him, followed by a burst of barks.

Before Su Muyu could stand still, he immediately yelled, "The demolition team! Stop!"

Comer, no, the dog doesn't obey orders, and I miss it very much after not seeing him for a long time.Hachihaha flung Su Muyu's face, and it took a lot of effort for the latter to pull down the demolition team that weighed a hundred catties.

Demolition Team, Breed: Alaskan, [-] years old.

When Su Muyu came home from an auction, he found that half of his house was still wrecked, more ferocious than a thief.The culprit was his new puppy, hence the name.

"Let's go, let's go!" Su Muyu pushed away the demolition team, and patted the Yusi brocade Tang suit on his body, "You don't think it's dirty when I smell like this, but no, I still think it's dirty when I smell like you."

Su Muyu is a completely different person at home, and has nothing to do with the cunning and treacherous smiling lotus in the business field.Anyway, there are no outsiders, and all the rogues, ruffians, and childish ones have come out.

He lifted his feet and walked upstairs, took his pajamas and planned to take a shower.

The demolition team hadn't seen Su Muyu for a long time, and they jumped up and down excitedly.Boss Su patted the pup on the pup's head as if he felt pity for his son: "I'll play with you after your father and I finish taking a shower and sleep."

"You said it's not easy to support the family, but this task...is hard to describe in words. You also know that your father and I are soft-hearted. To clean up a long-cherished wish case is like a sick day."

"No one cares."

Su Muyu lost his smile as he spoke, his handsome face was full of loneliness.After a while, he said: "Look at me, what am I telling you, you are a pup, you can't understand it."

The demolition team didn't care if they could understand or not, they barked twice and answered the owner's words.Sticking out his tongue, shaking his haha, he waited respectfully at the door of the bathroom.

Su Muyu stood in front of the mirror and looked at it for a moment, his peach eyes were full of sadness.The name An Rufeng was deeply engraved in his heart. Su Muyu didn't have a good memory, but every undead he comforted, those names were like tombstones, and a graveyard was set up in his heart.

Su Muyu sighed, forcing himself to smile with his eyes bent.

——You can’t do these things, so who could it be?

When Su Muyu came out of the bathroom again, he no longer felt any sadness.He raised his foot and kicked the demolition team who was almost asleep: "Go back to your own nest, are you tired of guarding here in the middle of the night?"

When the demolition team saw him come out, they immediately jumped up and down again.Biting his fangs on Boss Su's plain white organdy gauze underwear, he had a great time playing.

Su Muyu took two steps, half smiled and half angrily said: "Hey, hey, let me go. If you bite it, it's enough for you to drink a pot!"

The demolition team was very obedient, and the taste was probably not very good, so they ground their teeth and ran ahead to open the way like a rolling ball.

Su Muyu returned to the bedroom, lay down on his yellow rosewood six-poster canopy bed, and sighed: I still sleep better at home.

Then, inappropriately, he recalled the days and nights in the big dream of sleeping with An Rufeng and Lian Ming in separate beds.

It seemed that those days were indeed somewhat wanton and beautiful in it.

Su Muyu shook his head, and it took a while to recover.He turned sideways and ordered: "The demolition team! Don't go to bed!"

Pull the quilt again and go to sleep.

This sleep was very deep, for a long time.It seems to fall into the boundless darkness, and I don't know when to wake up.

Until a burst of babbling Peking opera lyrics pulled him out of his sleep, Su Muyu half-opened his eyes, and the first thing that broke into him was the big face of the demolition team.He pushed it away rather wretchedly, and reached under the pillow to find the phone.

The bell kept ringing, Su Muyu looked, but there was no name.

He pressed the answer button, and when he was half asleep and half awake, there was an incomparably familiar voice——

"Boss Su, good morning."

He was so enthusiastic, it made them look so familiar!

The author has something to say:

① "He taught... Lan Yin." ——Peking Opera "Suo Lin Nang"

The representative work of the boss Cheng Yanqiu, one of the "Four Famous Danes", sounds good and is very popular.Lao Qi is so happy!Recommend interested sweethearts to listen.

Except for Boss Cheng's version, my current favorite Chi Xiaoqiu (Goddess Chi) sang QAQ, that voice is wonderful.That makeup is so beautiful that it glistens. (The old seven turned into a brain-dead fan hhhhh

②No, no, Lao Qi is going to have a nosebleed——

Oh my god, I really can't help but unspokenly rule Boss Su, it's totally my thing!

Give it to me, you guys give me Boss Su, take away the company commander, take away the demolition team!Okay wow——!