nice to drive

He wants to touch this project but dare not touch it. First, the future of shared cars is uncertain. Second, because Pangu has been able to intervene in local project disputes within a year, he has no idea of ​​the specific strengths of the respondent and general.

Ying and Jiang don't spend much time with him every day, but they are all squeezed out of the sponge.

The rest of the time is devoted to work, laying a solid foundation step by step, in order to gain a firm foothold in Chengdu, and congratulations know it.

He doesn't think that Ying and Jiang will cut off his money, but he doesn't want to be a stumbling block in Ying and Jiang's development.

Including Fengtang, for a child of this age, if he goes out to follow up with the general to compete for the project, isn't it obvious that he is trying to die.

Before he could say anything, he heard Fengtang say again: "I want to take the truck license test, I'm afraid that one day the family will be regulated and I won't be able to find something to do..."

He Qing slapped him on the back again: "Don't fucking go on the road and hurt people."

What is the level of the truck, let’s not say that Mr. Feng has not yet fallen to this point, the driver’s license of that kind of car is difficult to obtain, and it is dangerous to drive. As for the driving skills, He Qing knew it well, thinking that it would be even more dangerous to let Feng Tang become a professional racing driver.

"Hey, Lan Lan,"

As if thinking of something, He Qing stretched out his arm and stabbed Lanzhou. He didn't want to ask more about Pangu, and was about to change the subject: "You guys invest..."

Fengtang opened his mouth again, trying to add a sentence: "Qing'er, Ying and Jiang made up for it after I withdrew the shares. He is really rich! I didn't go to the banquet with you tonight." right?"

He Qing really didn't want Ying and Jiang to be involved in the business dealings, but Fengtang was frustrated in this matter, so he had to bite the bullet and listen to what he had said.

"how do you know?"

"Dayuan's boss invited him!"

Hearing that something was wrong, he raised his head and asked Fengtang: "Bian Shaoshan? The one at the airport?"

Fengtang said: "Dayuan moved to Checheng Avenue in the Jingkai District a long time ago. They are a complete vehicle manufacturer, so the site has to be opened."

He Qing looked down at the cigarette and it was burning her hands. She took a puff and said, "Okay...he told me about the game tonight, but I didn't ask about it."

Feng Tang saw that He Qing's mood had improved a bit, and continued to complain: "The one who has the deepest influence on me is his son, who is called 'Yellow Light Side' in the car circle, and I think he is an idiot, because he bumped into you before... "

At the yellow light, anyone who sees him at the Jingang Circuit will give up three points, and if he sees his car coming from afar, he will slow down a little. This man drives fast, there is no fixed number, and he drives wildly , caused a lot of trouble, and was even detained.

He Qing quickly reached out to stop his words: "Hey, don't talk about it, I remember the one who was done."

He doesn't want to listen.

Ever since Dayuan accepted Jiabei with his congratulations, he has behaved mercilessly and tried to get involved everywhere. This time the Fengtang retreated and Pangu was able to receive the wind, it is probably due to Dayuan.

This group belongs to the production of complete vehicles, but it is a private enterprise, and it came from Shanxi, but it has been in Chengdu for many years, so it can be regarded as a local enterprise.

The cars they produce are all domestic cars, which are cheap and have high sales, which is completely opposite to the Jiabei Group.

Most of the 4S stores under the Jiabei Group are luxury car brands, and several expensive brands such as Rolls Royce and Lamborghini are opened next to each other.

There was a project that collided with Jiabei the year before last, and the son of their group also met He Qing on the track.

As soon as the two met, they smiled and didn't laugh at each other. They looked amicable, and He Qing didn't know that the other party cursed a few ugly words inwardly.

But at any rate, that brat is a rich second generation who is not humane, causing troubles every day, the kind who can't do business and doesn't have a good brain, and it's all up to his father to pick things up.

The person in charge of this group, Bian Shaoshan, a wolf with eyes open for money, is also He's father's business partner.

Of course, it is about the business of vehicle transportation lines and so on. The two sides can't agree on the business of complete vehicles.

When He Qing thought of the greasy middle-aged man he met at the industry reception last year, he got goosebumps all over his body.

Bian Shaoshan was still holding a glass of red wine at the time, walked over slowly, turned the sign with He Qing's name on it, and faced himself, smiling extremely hypocritically: "Jabeihe, Xinqingqing, Heqing... ...It's rare to see, I never thought that Bian would be honored by He Shao when he was here."

After speaking, he raised the liquid in his hand to toast He Qing. He Qing held back his temper and was very polite: "Uncle Bian."

Uncle Bian, your son is better than you.

……

For this game, please take a break in Yuzhilan in Kuanzhai Alley. There is no signboard on the door. If you stand at the door and shake the knocker, someone will come and invite you in.

As soon as Ying and Jiang entered the house, they found that the house was mostly wooden furniture, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, everywhere, and Shu embroidery hung on the wall, revealing a refined and artistic style. I heard that the tableware was made by the owner himself in Jingdezhen. It was designed and produced by a ceramic workshop in China.

He wore a cold aura, was dressed in black and black shoes, had an unkind complexion and fierce eyes, which seemed a little out of place here.

However, the concealment of this Yuzhilan is comparable to that of the Shichahai Zhiyuan Guild Hall in Di'anmen, Xicheng District, Beijing.

That place was when they were in Beijing, and the group of them often booked a place where they could have authentic Manchu banquets.

Later, Ying and Chen had an accident, and that was also there.

Bian Shaoshan, the boss of Dayuan Group, arrived early today. After all, he is the host today. He invited six or seven people to cover the entire Yuzhilan evening market. However, there are only two tables in this shop.

When the guests were seated, Chuanbei Xueyan was served before the banquet, and Bian Shaoshan's subordinates led the last two guests into the private room.

After taking a few sips of the tea, Ying and Jiang took a look at the seasonal dots on the plate, not interested, but picked up some with chopsticks to be polite.

During the dinner, they talked and laughed at Yan Yan, pushing cups and changing cups, Ying and Jiang didn't look at Shan Jiangbie who was sitting next to him, just sat on the seat, gently stirred the bone soup in the cup with a white porcelain spoon, and listened with some difficulty. They speak.

Bian Shaoshan is a natural leader, he does everything with a fan, half leaning on the back of the chair, twirling the cloth towel for wiping his hands with his fingers, cursing inwardly why no one has come to take it away.

"Mr. Gui is a legendary figure in the catering industry in Rongcheng. His golden noodles with a big knife is a stunt that is almost lost...Mr. Ying, I have to try it."

After saying this, the person who served the dish brought this special dish.

Bian Shaoshan could see that Ying Yujiang was listening more seriously, and he smiled until the wrinkles around his eyes deepened, and continued along with the words: "Boss Ying, hey, we are all rough people, and we can't speak Mandarin very well, just kidding." It's really..."

Ying and Jiang smiled, he was also a junior, his tone was respectful, and replied: "I understand, it's not a problem."

He usually has no expression on his face, and it is rare to see him smile a few times when he sees him. The atmosphere during the meeting was originally a little awkward, but then it eased up. The two managers sent by Sichuan Investment Group said "Ouch" and stood up. He came to offer tea to the general, but the latter declined politely, it was hard to turn down his kindness, so he let them go.

His eyes met Shan Jiangbei's, but the latter didn't take it seriously, smiled at him, and lowered his head to pick up the fried dumplings on his porcelain plate.

After holding it for a long time but couldn't pick it up, Shan Jiangbie put away the chopsticks again and looked at Ying Yujiang with interest.

Bian Shaoshan ordered someone to bring some wine, and his subordinates filled the cups at the banquet. When it was time for Ying and Jiang to pour it, Ying and Jiang refused to open the bottle of wine, with apologetic tone: " Boss Bian, I started the car."

Ting Ying and Jiang refused, Bian Shaoshan frowned, pretended to be angry, and smiled again: "Such a big family business, why don't you hire a driver? It's okay, you drink, wait a minute, I will arrange someone to take you you."

Ying Yujiang secretly admired the speed at which this person changed his face, but he still didn't want to give in on this matter: "I really can't drink it."

Bian Shaoshan nodded, pouring wine for himself while muttering: "You young people, you are very particular about everything!"

Shan Jiangbie, who had been watching silently by the side, suddenly spoke, with a sarcasm in his tone: "Boss Ying is very particular about his work... be fast and ruthless, very ruthless."

Ying Yu raised his brows, didn't answer, took the Langjiu handed over by the boss of Jiacheng Group, and poured half a glass for everyone on the table bit by bit.

After taking a seat, you should put your arms on the table.

He smiled, touched the edge of the table with the stem of the wine glass in his hand to drink it, and said loudly: "I really can't drink it today, please bear with me."

Everyone looked at his demeanor and intimidating power, much more than Bian Shaoshan who was the host today, and looked at him like the protagonist of today.

Bian Shaoshan laughed loudly: "Young people are awesome!"

After listening to them discussing the joint venture BMW ReachNow sharing for a while, Ying and Jiang quickly sorted out important information from their words, including the Fengtang family's affairs and the huge chain of interests involved in this project.

The boss of Jiacheng Group suddenly put down the wine glass, his eyes were a little distracted, as if he was too drunk, and he couldn't hold back his fart, and said: "This time, I heard that Gabe wants to take a share? "

As soon as the word "Gabei" fell into Ying Yujiang's ears, he immediately became alert.

Bian Shaoshan stared straight at the speaker, put his chopsticks on the chopstick pillow, and said without hesitation: "The young master, heh!"

Jiacheng's boss listened to Shaoshan's blunt words, maybe he really drank too much, clapped his hands and laughed: "What's the matter, young master, young master He voted late, let Mr. Feng win the prize, but it's not enough to let Mr. Have we got my brother in the pocket?"

Ying and Jiang didn't speak, and turned their faces to look at Shan Jiangbie, who also looked at him with indescribable meaning in his eyes.

"Brother Ying, you don't know. The eldest son met He Qing at the Jingang Circuit the year before last. He Qing got into trouble and made a big fuss. Some people even reported the crime... Guess what?"

What Jiacheng's boss said made his heart tense. He checked what happened before He Qing, but he didn't hear about it?

These old foxes, saying congratulations in front of themselves, aren't they just looking for trouble.

Ying Yujiang's eyes were deep, biting the face of Jiacheng's boss, but the latter didn't know whether it was his own hallucination or what, he always felt that Ying Yujiang's eyes had become a little scary now.

Even though he didn't want to hear about these deeds from other people's mouths, they all said it outright, and Ying and Jiang were also unequivocal, asking in a cold voice: "What's the matter?"

He put the spoon away with a crisp sound, and the bone soup in the bowl was cold without taking a sip.

The other six people were flushed from drinking, but Shan Jiangbie's eyes were still clear, Ying and Jiang didn't look at him much.

This man has a wicked heart and tries to minimize his business dealings. For some reason, the list of ReachNow's shareholders finally came out with a single name on it.

The worried look on Bian Shaoshan's eyebrows seems to be really not fake, his eyes are lost in a circle, and he bites every word as if he really wants to overwhelm everyone present: "Suppress... ...have pity on my son, who has wounded his arm."

Ying Yujiang said "hmm" with calm eyes, and said, "How is your recovery, Mr. Ling?"

Bian Shaoshan waved his hands to give up, he didn't seem to care too much: "It's okay, hehe, every day I go to the off-road power racing track in the G area."

Shan Jiang next to him, don’t be heartbroken, isn’t it? By the yellow light, after being cleaned up by He Qing in Jingang the year before last, he no longer dared to run on the Jingang track. He went to Wenjiang every day to run cross-country races. Dao, as soon as he arrived at the south gate, he seemed to be killed, and occasionally drove around the North Third Ring Road at night, looking like a coward waiting to be sent for questioning by the Traffic Management Bureau.

Before Ying and General could reply, the boss of Jiacheng Group had the habit of shaking his legs since he sat down. Now that he was drinking too much, he was shaking so much that even the porcelain bowls and glass cups on the table were pushed up by his thighs. tremble.

He exchanged glances with Bian Shaoshan, put a large ball of rice pepper and sweet potato skin into the bowl, poked it a few times with the chopsticks, couldn't get rid of it, so he swallowed it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth with a paper towel after eating, his eyes were on Several people at the table flickered back and forth: "Young Master Bian was wronged a lot back then."

When Bian Shaoshan heard what he said, he also laughed, lowered his voice and said during the banquet: "It's not difficult for us...to reverse the case again."

After finishing speaking, he first glanced at the people in Sichuan Tou, took a piece of abalone with sauce and swallowed it, and said, "Manager Zhang, Manager Wang, what do you think?"

A manager of Chuantou next to him was startled when he heard the words. He was obviously really frightened by that appearance. He quickly toasted another glass of wine to Jiacheng's boss, and said with a smile, "What a joke, Mr. He's old story, we Sichuan Where can I get my hands on it."

Bian Shaoshan tried Shan Jiangbie next, and said, "Boss Shan?"

Shan Jiangbie frowned, and avoided the topic: "Is it about investing in shares today? Should we talk about Young Master He in private some other day?"

Ying Yujiang glanced under the table, and obviously felt that Jiacheng's boss was shaking his legs a little harder, maybe because he was too nervous, when the boss brought the wine to Ying Yujiang, he even spilled some wine with his hands In the chicken soup, Bian Shaoshan waved his hand, proudly: "It's okay, I'll trouble Mr. Gui to serve a gu again!"

Ying Yujiang knew that he was going to take congratulations to test him, his face was calm, and his voice became colder by more than one degree: "I won't think about it for the time being."

There were six people at a table, each with their own minds, thinking about how to benefit themselves, only Ying Yujiang was a little confused at the moment, and the old case full of congratulations was thrown out again and fired again and again.

"Hey, Mr. Ying, this is pure deep-sea Liao ginseng, very good! Come and taste it."

He was brought back to his senses by a yell, and his hand holding the chopsticks tightened a lot. He nodded and pressed his lower lip tightly, just wanting to end the meal quickly.

When you go back, find out.

Come to Kuanzhai and encounter trouble once, it is estimated that there is a conflict with the boundary here.

As soon as the dinner was over, it was almost twelve o'clock, and when Ying and Jiang went to the bathroom at the banquet, they had already ordered the acceptors to check the relationship between him and Mr. Bian in Jingang the year before last.

After leaving Yuzhilan, I greeted and said goodbye to all the industry bosses. As soon as I lit the fire, I heard the news, and someone came to tell Ying and General what was going on.

He patiently listened to the detailed description of the person over there, and frowned tightly.

It is said that in the summer of the previous year, He Qing and Mr. Bian participated in a competition held by King Kong together. Mr. Bian was the black hand who tampered with He Qing. Everyone almost confessed to him on the track. Later, he found out on the spot, and the first one suspected it. Mr. Bian didn't suspect the wrong person at all.

He Qing started on the spot, together with Feng Tang, luckily Lan Zhou was not there that day, otherwise the three of them would have to be dragged to the bureau to talk, but there were other ignorant new players on the scene that day, so they called and reported the crime.

Coincidentally, the Jingang Circuit was under the jurisdiction of Jinjiang District, and the Feng family suppressed it, and locked it together with the interrogation notebook at the bottom of the box.

Back then, He Qing was scratched on half of his back, and Young Master Bian was only injured in one arm. He was slightly injured and couldn't go through the fire line. He just gritted his teeth and went to his father to tell He Qing before he honestly went to the hospital to stay.

After recovering from the injury, Mr. Bian knew that he was wrong, and he never went to Jingang. He ran to Wenjiang's cross-country racing track every day. The reason was that He Qing didn't have an off-road vehicle, so he wouldn't go there to trouble him for nothing.

Half of his back was bruised, Ying and Jiang caught this sentence, and his heart hurt a little.

Being able to be raped on the track, almost killed, and only hurt half of his back, one can imagine what He Qing went through to get his life back, and he couldn't control himself and beat Mr. Bian on the spot.

After thinking about it, he resisted the urge to ask the details of the congratulations.

Ying and Jiang left the first ring road, entered Renmin South Road on the second ring road, drove all the way to the south, and stopped downstairs for a long time at He Qing's house.

Why didn't Gabe take the stake this time?

When Ying and Jiang mentioned the shared project of BMW Group to He Qing a few days ago, He Qing obviously stared and said "I don't know".

Ying and Jiang looked at their watches, it was almost a little late, it was fine if they didn't reply to He Qing's WeChat, why didn't they post to Moments after playing outside all day today?

Finally, I couldn't hold it back, and called He Qing. As soon as the call was connected, there was He Qing's muffled voice, which sounded exhausting: "Where are you..."

Ying Yujiang thought to himself that He Qing had asked him before he opened his mouth to ask?

"Your house is downstairs."

He Qing yelled again over there: "Why are you running away? I'm not coming back tonight."

Ying Yujiang's face froze, since He Qing was with him, he hadn't slept out like this before without reporting: "Where are you?"

At this moment, He Qing just came out of Jiuyan Bridge, helped Lan Zhou to check in in the lobby, Feng Tang took his little lover to open a room again, and they were the only ones left to drink with Feng Tang, looking for a place to live, Fengtang said that if you have a card here, you can stay here.

He Qing didn't care that Lan Zhou kept rolling his eyes and muttered, "The Ritz-Carlton... Come here."

Hearing this invitation, Ying and Jiang trembled as they reached out to light the fire.

As soon as the phone was hung up, the room card in He Qing's hand flicked, and Lan Zhou, who was lying beside her, was drunk, and shouted with hazy eyes: "Qing'er, you're going again, hiccup, fuck it!" ?”

He Qing supported him, went to press the elevator, and almost kicked his ass: "Fuck you, can a couple call it sex!"

After hearing Lan Zhou humming for a while, He Qing came closer, breathed on Lan Zhou's face, and quickly asked, "Do I smell of smoke?"

Lan Zhou lost all strength to raise his eyelids, and just inhaled hard through his nose: "No..."

"Really? Why do I feel a smell?"

He Qing pulled up his coat and smelled it for a long time: "You try again?"

Annoyed by him, Lan Zhou stomped his feet in annoyance, stretched out his hand and pawed He Qing: "Yes, yes!"

"Damn, I'm done,"

He Qing wanted to rush to the convenience store downstairs to buy two pieces of chewing gum and chewed them. He felt that he had smoked too much, and the shirt inside would have a smell when he pulled the neckline.

The light in the elevator made his eyes watery: "Lan Lan, let's discuss something with you."

After swiping the key card, as soon as he entered Lanzhou's room, He Qing didn't care so much. He pushed Lanzhou onto the bed and took off Lanzhou's coat while riding on Lanzhou's lap. Stripped off Lanzhou's sweater.

He Qing quickly changed Lan Zhou's clothes, took off his down jacket and folded it in the hotel closet, then found a bathrobe from the closet, turned it over for Lan Zhou, and tied it up.

Lanzhou was delirious, his face was flushed, he was being carried around by He Qing like cooking, and he lay down and yelled: "Fuck, Qinger, we are just good brothers, you..."

Too lazy to pay attention to his nonsense, He Qing rushed into the bathroom and took off the toiletries to rinse her mouth. When she came out, she wiped her face and cleaned up her whole body refreshed. Not much left, leaning against the door, putting the towel on his arm.

"Thank you brother, you put it back on first, tomorrow I will go home and let my aunt wash it and I will bring it to you!"

Damn, if Ying and Jiang find out that he smokes so much...

Forget it, the guilt of smoking behind the partner's back is really heavy, and you will be criticized if you don't keep it.

It was almost time for Ying Yu to arrive. He got on the elevator and found He Qing's room. He watched the door open before he could stand still. Is there anyone in the corridor to see.

While dragging Ying Yujiang into the room, he went to close the door, pushed Ying Yujiang's shoulders behind the door, held his collar against the wall, and Ying Yujiang turned off the lights with his back .

He Qing panted heavily, this lust came out of nowhere, like alcohol, it ignites when it encounters fire, it burns to the top of his heart, and all the heartbeats that have been wrapped in so many days and nights pour into his lips and teeth.

It was the first time that he pressed Ying and General to kiss so forcefully. The latter was also taken aback for a moment, and then responded enthusiastically. The kiss made He Qing's legs go weak, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

He Qing snorted, "Is today's private kitchen delicious?"

Ying and Jiang were holding his waist, and when he was told this, thinking about what he heard today, he thought for a while and decided not to speak.

He just turned He Qing over and pressed it against the wall, lifted up the clothes on He Qing's back, half-kneeled himself, kissed down from the back of Guangjie's neck, and pulled down He Qing's pants A little bit, kissed a little protruding bone on the tailbone, and stopped.

He Qing's face was so red that she wanted to kick someone, what kind of habit is this!

Ying and Jiang didn't explain much, stood up, put their chin on He Qing's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I'm not full."

After all, he carried his congratulations and walked into the house without turning on the lights, only the lights in the bathroom were still on.

He Qing fell directly onto the soft big bed.

He watched General Ying Yu riding on his waist, pressing his thighs, took off his coat, picked up the hem of the clothes, revealing his strong and beautiful abdominal muscles, took off all the clothes from his head, and then lowered his head, with one hand Supporting his ears, he unbuttoned his belt with the other hand.

The light in the bathroom was dim, but it shone brightly.

Suddenly it was very fortunate.

He regretted not kissing George Patton at the door of his house, and not kissing him in the corridor of the Bentley reception, but everything was redeemed by the kiss after the rally.

He has lived for 20 years, and the sea of ​​people is vast. He has seen many people from all walks of life, but he has never seen anything like this.

Love spread from the curvature of his jaw to the fingertips, into the lower abdomen, from the sweat dripping from his neck to the misty tears, and from the hot and eager to express it to the wanton confrontation again and again...

"I...fuck..."

He Qing pulled the pillow to cover his face, but Ying Yu snatched it and put it on his waist, with a very serious face, every word he said was more like a jerk.

"I fucked you, not you fucked me."

This time, He Qing was so teased that he couldn't close his legs at all, and with water in his eyes, he cursed: "You fucking shut up..."

Ying Yujiang leaned down and kissed away the tears at the end of He Qing's eyes one by one.

The red marks on his back are directly proportional to the hickey marks on He Qing's body.

The tsunami in the bed was so high that the legs wrapped around the waist were trembling, trembling uncontrollably...

He Qing wanted to hold back the sound in her throat, but she couldn't help it at all, and all of them turned into sobs, and she couldn't swear "fuck me" or "beast" in the past.

He was hit so badly that he couldn't open his eyes, his ears were covered with tears from his eyes, his whole body was buried in the cotton mattress, and more than half of his tall body was trapped by Ying Yu.

At this moment, Ying Yujiang was whispering obscene words in his ear, and his lower body didn't stop. He Qing's ears were burning, and Ying Yujiang couldn't take it anymore...

It was three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, and this person finally had enough tossing. The tears on He Qing's face seemed to be not wiped clean, and the physiological reaction flowed out.

Ying and Jiang didn't hide, just stood there proudly, the darkness outlined his outline more alluring after the tide of emotion, He Qing's throat tightened when he saw it.

Ying Yujiang sat down and let him kick him, and when He Qing's leg came over, he grabbed it and carried it on his shoulder, so frightened that He Qing shivered and retracted his leg, hugging the quilt and howling: "Ying Yujiang you fucking Enough is enough!"

He Qing didn't dodge this time, she was pinned down and kneaded, and the two of them clung to each other to keep warm, and then they crawled out of the bed until it was dawn.

His eyes were red, he pushed the person on top of him, and said angrily: "The rooster is crowing!"

Ying Yujiang pricked up his ears, without raising his eyelids, he replied in a deep voice, "Where is it?"

He Qing hooked his arms around his neck, stretched her legs around his back, and pulled him down. She just wanted to rub Ying Yujiang's ears to learn how to crow, but she laughed when she thought about it for a while, and burst out laughing.

A pair of peach blossom eyes that captivated President Yingda and smiled crookedly, even more beautiful than the moon hanging in the sky of Chengdu last night...

Ying and Jiang couldn't hold back, and kissed another wolf, so that He Qing's legs kicked wildly, and they all pressed down.

He Qing took a breath and his stomach growled, which caught him off guard, his face flushed, Ting Yingyu turned over to get dressed, and said to take a shower and go downstairs to buy breakfast.

Thinking of those cookies, He Qing almost felt like throwing up. She sat up under the quilt, reached out and stuffed Ying and Jiang into the quilt again, and rubbed her nose to nose: "Forget it, catch up on sleep."

He was lying on the hotel bed in the arms of Ying and Jiang, the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with mist, and the sounds of traffic and people outside the windows could no longer be heard clearly.

At five or six o'clock in the morning, Chengdu seemed to have a strong wind, blowing a corner of the floor-to-ceiling blackout curtain.

The warmth of the two people hiding under the blanket, mixed with the beaver musk personally selected by He Qing, intertwined with the scent of shower gel on He Qing...

He is a gift from afar, a spring blown from the north.