nice to drive

On the day before leaving, I set off from Airport Road and arrived at Shuangliu International Airport at about four or five in the afternoon. Pangu's subordinates were in charge of driving, and along the way, Ying Xiaoer was amused by Beijing movies.

After passing the airport toll booth, the vehicle entered the overpass, Ying Xiaoer was walking around in the back row, his phone was out of battery and he couldn’t find anything to play with, seeing the driver’s men laughing while listening to his storytelling all the way, but it’s okay Didn't answer a few words.

Ying Xiaoer patted his thigh, leaned his body from the back seat to the front row, and laughed loudly: "Be timid! That matter will be left to us in Beijing, it doesn't matter which city you are from, there is nothing wrong with it." Land, east, west, north, south..."

Before he finished speaking, his brother slapped the back of his head sullenly and called out: "Get out of the car, shut up."

Ying and Jiang were almost quarreled to death by him, and they didn't understand where his younger brother learned so many principles, and he was just bragging about not doing business all day long.

Hurriedly going to the self-service ticket machine to print out the ticket, Ying and Jiang took his younger brother to arrange to check in the luggage.

This time, Ying Xiaoer, a "boy who spread money", was with him, so Ying and Jiang booked first class.

This Ying Xiaoer was almost exhausted sitting in the VIP area. When his brother turned around and glanced over, he immediately sat upright again, with the words "Don't scold me" written all over his face, which made the people standing next to him The staff couldn't help laughing.

Ying Yujiang had just checked in his luggage, took his younger brother to the security check area, took out his lighter and threw away his lighter. Seeing the turbulent crowds of the Spring Festival travel festival, they had all lined up at the gate, at least half an hour away, he found An airport staff member frowned and asked, "The first-class passage is not open?"

The person who was called smiled apologetically and replied: "I'm sorry sir, there are too many people and the first-class passage has been changed to women-only. Your first-class ticket can go through the fast lanes of [-] and [-]. I will take you past."

The moment the staff turned around, Ying and Jiang saw eight words printed on the back of the work vests they were wearing: "Everyone has to line up except for love".

Ying and Jiang met the eight characters, lowered their eyes, and the hand holding the phone trembled almost invisible.

He chewed it over and over again, thinking back to He Qing's reply of "um", he felt uncomfortable.

Ying and Jiang passed the security check, stood behind the pass and watched the security personnel check Ying Xiaoer's whole body, turned around and leaned against the glass, took out his mobile phone, and made a call.

He didn't speak much all afternoon, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I, the ticket has been changed."

He Qing didn't raise her eyelids over there: "Oh, how long will it last?"

Ying and Jiang paused for a while and said, "It's ahead of schedule."

He Qing's voice was raised a little bit: "What? Are you at the airport now?"

"Inside the pass."

"Fuck... you really..."

He Qing's eyes immediately turned red, grievances and sadness welled up in her heart, her throat choked up, and she was leaning back on the office chair, but she immediately turned over and sat up, angrily said: "The last side is gone? Are you so unhappy? Shall I take you to the airport?"

Upon hearing He Qing's rhetorical question, Ying and Jiang felt blocked.

Seeing his younger brother come out wrapped in a down jacket, he reached out to take the air ticket and ID card handed over by his younger brother and put them in his pocket. He sighed, adjusted his mood, and said to the phone, "Good boy, I'll be back after the year."

Ying Xiaoer heard his brother's helpless and doting tone, and stared in surprise at the side: "Who? Congratulations?"

He Qing naturally heard Ying Xiaoer speak, and shouted into the microphone: "Yes, it's me!"

Ying Xiaoer was listening to the commotion over there with his ears pricked up. Hearing He Qing's roar, he could clearly hear the displeasure of the person over there. Guessing that this person was still angry, he was a little timid, so he stretched out his hand and pulled his brother's arm. cuffs, quietly said: "Brother, did you quarrel?"

Ying Yu flung a slash at him, causing Ying Xiaoer's face to be filled with grievance.

When the elder brother thought about it, he thought it was okay, he couldn't vent his anger on the younger brother, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed the back of the younger brother's head, and said softly "it's okay".

The two were walking towards the boarding gate at the moment, rushing all the way, the airport is huge, and there is no time to sit in the first-class lounge in a hurry.

The wind in the pass was also cold, Ying and Jiang hadn't thought about what to say when they heard He Qing gritted his teeth on the other end of the phone.

"You can't even wait for me for two hours, why will you see me after the next year..."

When Ying and Jiang heard the words, their expressions turned cold, and they stopped hurrying. They suddenly stopped, holding the phone and said sharply: "Congratulations!"

As soon as these two words were uttered, before Ying and Jiang could say another word, He Qing hung up the phone directly.

Ying Yujiang endured the irritable factor in his body, took deep breaths repeatedly, let his chest rise and fall violently, closed his eyes, found a random boarding gate and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees, and stopped talking.

It was the first time seeing someone besides himself can make his brother like this, Ying Xiaoer was a little scared, he walked over step by step, and just about to sit down next to his brother, he saw his brother took out the ticket and handed it to him: "You go to the boarding gate first, and I'll come over later."

No matter how stupid he was, he could tell that the two had quarreled, Ying Xiaoer didn't dare to sit down, and stood up straight again, afraid of setting his brother on fire, he said cautiously: "Brother...you won't go back, right? "

Ying Yujiang took out a cigarette and took it out, but he didn't light it, he just inhaled the smell of the tobacco fiercely, and said in a deep voice, "No, you go first."

When his younger brother left, he sat alone on the soft chair and stared at the congratulatory photos on his mobile phone for a while, and tentatively dialed a number, but as expected, no one answered.

Ying Yujiang stood up, his face livid, folded the cigarette on his mouth between his fingers, and threw it into the trash can.

He folded up his collar, felt chilly, and carried the roll to the boarding gate.

……

Holding the mobile phone and opening the app to research, He Qing guessed for a long time but couldn't guess which class it was changed to.

At this moment, he was not in the mood to find someone to check Ying and Jiang's flight documents, so he put the parking gear on and pressed the handbrake. He adjusted the back of the seat a little, leaned against it sullenly, and stared at the plane intently. The direction of departure.

At 1:[-] or [-]:[-] at Shuangliu Airport, it was freezing cold, and he didn't want to turn on the heater in the car, so he just wrapped himself in a padded jacket and sat in the driver's seat of the big red McLaren P[-] he was driving today.

He even exaggeratedly hoped that when Ying Yujiang's plane took off, he could look out the window, maybe he could spot the car parked in the airport parking lot and know that he had come.

This is He Qing's way of showing weakness and making concessions, even if Ying and Jiang don't know it.

It's getting dark now, and the whole airport is only left with the bright daylight of the T2 terminal building, the dim street lights in the parking lot, the dazzling red of the taxi queue, and the eye-catching word "Chengdu" on the Shuangliu Airport.

He suddenly thought of the airport photo that Ying and Jiangcai took when they came to Chengdu, and he picked up his phone to take a photo and saved it.

He Qing watched the planes departing from the port take off one after another, and then the planes entering the port landed...

His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, and his eyebrows and eyes could be seen in the reflection on the front windshield.

After a while, it began to rain in Shuangliu, pattering, dripping on the car body.

More than 20 minutes later, the rain began to fall heavily. As soon as He Qing refreshed the interface, Shuangliu Airport began to warn of delays. Most of the outbound flights were stranded in the queue. The only ones who dared to fly were Sichuan Airlines, which departed from T1.

It's really a fighter jet, He Qing thought.

He looked at the time, it was almost nine o'clock, and he insisted on waiting here for almost three hours, and it was estimated that the plane should have arrived in Beijing.

The rain should have fallen sooner...even if it could keep him here.

He Qing sighed, lay on the steering wheel, and stopped watching the flight departing from the port.

He waited in the car for more than ten minutes, and he was about to be frozen into ice sculptures. When he checked Moments, he saw that Ying Xiaoer's Moments had been updated.

PGYing: gethome [heart/]

The location is Beijing Capital International Airport. The picture shows his sneakers and a black suitcase. If you zoom in, you can see that Ying and Jiang's feet are also in the mirror.

Half of He Qing's face was hidden in the scarf, her fingers were twitching from the cold, and she wanted to give a like to show that he knew, but she really couldn't.

After thinking for a long time, he clicked on the dialogue box of He Ying and Jiang, and sent a message.

No Gabe: Rest early when you get home

After sending the seven words, he turned off his mobile phone, lay on the steering wheel for a while, blinked desperately, and finally endured the embarrassing tears.

So stupid, really.

He Qing felt that he could no longer say that his buddy's girlfriend was a girlfriend. Isn't that what love is like?

If he was a girl, with a weaker heart, he would probably be able to dominate the world in front of Ying and Jiang, and quarrel for three days and five days...

Although he looks like a wimp now, it's not too bad.

But it's not that he cares too much.

He Qing hadn't finished worrying about this yet. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a few passers-by taking pictures of his car with their mobile phones. They didn't seem to care too much about whether there was anyone in the car, so they started taking pictures with their mobile phones.

He was really annoyed now, so he reached out and turned off the lights of the car. The car was parked in a dark place, it was completely dark, and those people couldn't take pictures when the lights were turned off.

There were two or three sensible people who said "Hey", their mouths were moving, and He Qing didn't know what he said there, so he watched those people put down their phones resentfully, as if they were very sorry.

He Qing looked at them sullenly, with his wrists on the steering wheel, and seeing someone still taking pictures with his mobile phone, he took out his own mobile phone, turned it on, and took pictures of people with his mobile phone.

That person didn't seem to see clearly what He Qing was doing, and he still didn't put down his phone. The person next to him got even worse, and with a "click", the flashlights were turned on.

As soon as the flash light was turned on, He Qing's eyes hurt from the flash. He lit the fire directly, turned on all the car lights suddenly, and honked the horn.

The person who honked the horn took a step back. The person next to him looked like his friend. He walked towards the car with a mobile phone. He Qing was not stupid. He locked all the doors and grabbed the phone. Just call Lan Zhou.

Those three people stood beside the front of his car, expecting that he would not dare to hit someone with his car, and would not let him go if they blocked him. He Qing also had a cold face, touched a cigarette and lit it, and opened the passenger window to let in air. Leaning with half-closed eyes, I want to see how these three dead people can make a fuss.

After looking at the congratulations closely, he noticed that the person he warned was a woman, probably the early girlfriend, who was shivering and crying in the arms of her boyfriend, who had a vicious expression on his face and stepped on his feet. Going to the McLaren logo on the front of He Qing's car, he yelled and cursed, forcing He Qing to get off the car.

Congratulations suddenly became confused. The brand of this car is different from the well-known luxury car brands such as Lamborghini and Ferrari. On the contrary, few people know this logo, and most of them don't know how much it costs. They probably think it is a pheasant sports car.

Or he messed with someone more powerful than himself.

The key is the Chengdu accent. He Qing looked at the man's appearance again, and he has never seen him before?

As a result, in less than 10 minutes, Fengtang arrived in the Ferrari 812 that He Qing took, speeding all the way, the sound of the engine was so familiar to He Qing, and the touch of peacock blue directly parked on the sides of the car on both sides of the airport parking lot In the middle of the road, blocking the man's retreat.

When He Qing saw it, he was so angry that he almost bit his tongue and killed himself. What is this?

Then two Audi q812s parked behind the 7 one after another, and there was no one on it. He Qing squinted and felt that the back seat was full. At least there should be eight people in the two cars. Nine, Fengtang's co-pilot was sitting with an unfamiliar face.

When Fengtang got out of the car, He Qing didn't care so much, he opened the door and got out of the car, the man who blocked his car and refused to let him go was a little dazed at this posture, and reached out to grab He Qing's shoulder.

He Qing turned around and pinned him on the hood of his car, his eyes were red.

What's going on tonight!

The uncooled heat made the man scream, and the woman next to him screamed even harder, but she didn't dare to move forward.

Fengtang made a gesture to rush up and hold him down, but He Qing pinned the back of his head and got covered in his coat.

The co-pilot who came up behind Fengtang rushed over and pinned him down, and He Qing dragged Fengtang all the way to the first Audi q7 behind.

He struggled to kick He Qing's leg, and was covered in his face and shouted: "I'm stupid, let go, first, Qing'er, I'm Nima... Lan Lan went to Chongqing in the afternoon, so I..."

He Qing ignored him, covered his face and stuffed him into the back seat of the Audi q7, and ordered a brother to get out of the car: "Go and drive the Ferrari in front back to Fengtang."

He pushed Fengtang in again, and said: "Be careful, don't let him get out of the car."

The younger brother who was sent to watch the wind hall showed embarrassment: "Young Master He, this, I, our boss..."

He Qing didn't say a word, turned around and twisted Fengtang's ears, and said seriously: "It's best for you to be a mother, just stay here."

The next development was completely in line with Young Master He's style of handling things. He directly brought the man over to take a photo and turned on the flash.

This flash made the man feel very embarrassing, and then looked at the girlfriend next to him who was so frightened that Lihua was raining rain, he couldn't get angry, and raised his hand to greet He Qing's face with a punch, and the latter caught the wind with his fist , clenched his wrist tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "I still have the patience to reason with you!"

The man stuck his neck and shouted: "I don't care who you are, it's great, I can't take pictures of which one is Shuangliu here, I can't take pictures of your car, what's wrong with your car!"

He Qing turned his head slightly, and saw that the onlookers stopped one after another and headed this way, and the car owners who came back and wanted to move their cars were blocked by them and couldn't get out.

The man saw many people, and his aura came up again. He pointed at He Qing's forehead and yelled: "Are you a rich second generation? It's terrible. This car is several million. I will give you one hundred thousand, which is enough." Not enough to take a picture?"

That rough and vulgar finger poked He Qing's forehead.

He Qing's eyes darkened, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He lifted his leg and kicked the man's lower abdomen, kicking him down and squatting halfway. The latter got up again, holding He Qing's leg and opening his mouth to bite.

He Qing was stunned at the moment, she had never seen someone hugging and biting a person's leg when she came out to fight, and she couldn't hold back and kicked this person's shoulder again.

The latter was completely kicked and fell to the ground, rolled around and hugged his stomach and yelled: "The rich second generation beat someone! Help! Killed someone!"

The veins on He Qing's head were bulging, and a few men got off the Audi Q7 and came over. He Qing stared at him and shouted, "Don't come over!"

I don't know which melon-eating idiot called the police at the airport. A group of people held batons and brought riot shields, surrounding He Qing and the man.

He Qing looked at the people on the ground with cold eyes, and then glanced coldly at the police who arrived, nodded, took out his ID card from his bag and handed it over, and said to the leader, "I will cooperate with the investigation."

When he was taken away, the police car flashed its lights in front, and He Qing sat in the middle of the back row, and he could hear the faint sound of the engine in the distance without looking, and sighed.

The policeman who was driving finally couldn't bear it any longer. He looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Can you tell your friend not to follow, there are several cars, and you plan to follow them all the way to the Public Security Bureau?"

He Qing wiped her face and said with a smile: "I can't control this."

He lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, contacted someone to confirm that Fengtang had sent someone to drive the McLaren back to Gabe, and then he was relieved. After refreshing, he saw the message that Ying Yu will reply.

Pangu Famous Car Museum: You too, go to bed early.

Ying Yujiang didn't wait for Congratulations' reply at that time, so he couldn't help sending another sentence.

Pangu Famous Car Museum: Beijing is really cold.

He Qing's nose was sour, and her eyes were hot.

The policeman in the front passenger seat didn't close the window, the cold wind made his face hurt, and he suddenly felt that Chengdu was really fucking cold.

The two policemen next to him who were in charge of "guarding" him probably thought that He Qing didn't look like someone who loves to provoke troubles. They were bored on the road and just wanted to chat with him, but when they turned around, they saw He Qing lowering his head and using the back of his hand Wiping his eyes, he froze for a moment.

I thought to myself why people are so fragile nowadays, didn't they just have a little conflict and they were arrested and sent to the Public Security Bureau for interrogation?

A policeman opened his mouth, as if wanting to comfort him, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he could only say: "There are surveillance over there, if the responsibility is not too big, it's not a big problem, just go to the hospital for an injury test, and pay some money..."

He Qing covered her eyes with her hands while shaking her head, her throat was so choked that she couldn't say anything, she wiped her tears with her sleeve.

He thought to himself, it's a good thing there are only a few drops of this golden peas, otherwise it would be really embarrassing and embarrassing.

He sorted out his emotions and typed seriously while holding the phone.

No Gabe: My house has heating

Pangu Famous Car Museum: Hurry up.

All the way to the Shuangliu County Public Security Bureau, He Qing got off the car and was almost blown to death by the cold wind around the city. She entered the bureau shivering, took notes, and it was already three or four o'clock when she came out.

He lit a cigarette, and walked step by step in the courtyard of the Public Security Bureau. There was a row of cars parked at the door, and in the middle one, Fengtang could be seen sitting in the driver's seat with angry eyes, staring at him.

In He Qing's mind, what a policeman on duty said when he came in to report: "Oh, there are several luxury cars parked at the gate. Hey, brother, what are you doing? The total number of cars parked at the gate of our bureau is 1000 million. Bar?"

He Qing smiled and said honestly, "I am... a car seller."

The policeman understood, snapped his fingers, and said with a smile: "In order to avoid more conflicts, we have to detain the buddy who made trouble first, so why don't you do it? Go home, wash and sleep. !"

He Qing nodded: "OK."

When he came out of the gate of the Public Security Bureau, the cigarette in his hand was burned to the point of his buttocks, he wiped off the ashes with a flick of his finger, put his hands in his pockets, and sat in Fengtang's car without saying a word. Both children were tired: "Let's go."

Feng Tang asked him while driving on the road: "Why the hell are you going to the airport at night?"

He Qing closed her eyes, rubbed her nose, her eyes were covered with fog, and said in a low voice, "Count the planes."

……

One day after this incident, Ying Yujiang was woken up by his younger brother on the third morning when he returned to Beijing.

Ying Xiaoer threw his mobile phone at his brother, yelling, "Damn! Brother! Look, is this a congratulations? This is the only one in Chengdu, right? Why is the media so wicked now? The license plate number I don’t even wipe it off, fuck it..."

Hearing this, Ying and Jiang woke up from the doze, sat up and took a look at the phone.

"Rich Second Generation Loves Cars Like Their Lives, Willing to Beat People at the Airport"

Today's Dacheng.com's headline, a few scarlet words are piercing enough to make my eyes hurt, and then scroll down, and there are pictures of the scene.

A man hugged He Qing's leg, He Qing's face was wiped with mosaic, behind him parked a peacock blue Ferrari 812, and two Audi q7s, the scene looked like a movie poster.

The second picture is the congratulatory McLaren. It is bright red. This model is the only one in Chengdu. You can’t go wrong.

Airport?

Ying and Jiang were taken aback, and looked at the time when the incident happened. It was 09:30 the night before yesterday, which was the night when he left.

The general content of this article can already be seen from the title, smearing Heqing's identity as a "rich second generation", trying to exaggerate the contempt of this kind of behavior, stirring up public anger, and turning all public opinion to Heqing.

Ying and Jiang sat up, searched for a few videos on Weibo, cut off the man's face, and sent it to a friend in Chengdu, and then found someone to call the media friend in Chengdu.

After He Qing over there received Ying Xiaoer's message of condolences, her heart skipped a beat, thinking that she really couldn't hide it.

As if resigned to his fate, he was about to take the initiative to confess to the general, but the video call over there came.

Ying Yujiang was holding the phone over there, the camera only captured his chin, the hard lines made He Qing's eyes bright.

Only Wang Ying and Jiang adjusted the camera, a pair of eyebrows that seemed to have been painted heavily entered the screen, and a pair of eyes like a deep pool were below, which could not be seen through at all.

He Qing in the camera was half leaning on the bed to smoke a cigarette at the moment, with a sullen face, silent, smoking one mouthful after another.

Ying Yujiang looked at the phone for a while, and made sure that there were no wounds on He Qing's face, and there were no red marks or scratches on his neck, and his hanging heart relaxed a little.

He Qing was almost choked to death by a puff of smoke when he suddenly looked at him closely. After coughing a few times, General Ying Yu suppressed his voice and said coldly, "Take off all your clothes."

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