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Fang Jingyao opened his eyes and thought for a while, the fat man stared at him, obviously unable to understand how he could forget the influential figures in the school, he thought for a long time, even Long Yu followed him.

Fang Jingyao said with a dry smile: "Hahahaha, I remembered, it was in a club!"

The fat man said seriously, "I want to call the president."

Fang Jingyao thought to himself, I still call you husband, I have slept with your president for more than a week.

Han Qiaoye called Long Yu from the opposite side, the beer was already open over there, he raised the bottle in his hand and shook Long Yu, telling him to talk over there.Long Yu put the baked ones on a plate, handed them to Fang Jingyao, and said with a normal expression, "I'll go over first."

Fang Jingyao felt sorry for him, and said, "You haven't eaten a bite after baking for a long time."

Hearing what he said, Long Yu bent down and took a bite from the stick he was holding, "It tastes good."

The fat man on one side was stunned, and waited for Long Yu to go far away before letting out a sigh of relief, patting his belly and sighing: "I really can't see that senior brother can be so close to people, as if he has descended to the mortal world."

Fang Jingyao listened to the music, moved the barbecue to his side, and said, "I'm still going down to earth, I thought you could only sing Sifan!"

The fat man was also cheerful, squinting his eyes and recalling the past: "The old man at home sang it, and after learning it, there is only one hobby of listening to music."

Fang Jingyao: "If you weren't too fat at that time, you were really a fairy, and you talked about words all day long, especially like a gentleman from the Republic of China. Hey, what are you busy with now, what work do you do?"

The fat man said: "I'm the editor-in-chief of a magazine, and I'm an illustration of cultural relics. I'm just like that, but I can do something I want to do. What about you? I went to study art in my third year of high school. How about being a great painter?" La?"

Hearing the satisfaction in his words, Fang Jingyao also smiled and said: "Where is it, what kind of painter is it? A cartoonist is almost the same."

Fang Jingyao told him a few words about his comics, and Fatty listened with gusto. The two had been friends since high school, and they were both people who didn't pay much attention to fame and wealth and were willing to do something they liked. It seems that there is a common language.

But after chatting for a few words, they quickly talked back to those idiot years in high school. There are idiots, and naturally there are outstanding and particularly awesome characters.

The fat man said: "When I was in the literature club, my first article was an imitation of Yuanqu. Hey, do you still remember that when the first magazine was published, the whole school was a sensation! Oh, that's really a big deal, our school Not to mention, there are less than 1 people, each with a first issue, tsk tsk, it's Brother Long's big hand..."

Fang Jingyao had an impression of this, and vaguely recalled something about the literature club, "At that time, Long Yu was the president? Why do I remember that it was a senior named Xie?"

"That's the vice-president. There are two vice-presidents. Vice-president Xie is mainly engaged in business. We basically deal with him when we run errands. The other one is called Han Qiaoye, who is mainly engaged in outreach. He is mainly a sponsor. But Senior Brother Long is the agency. For a long time, it was useless for him to go out and pay for a penny, and he paid for it all by himself, ha ha."

Fang Jingyao skillfully brushed the oil and seasonings in front of the grill, and chatted with him while grilling, "I remember when you said that, Long Yu didn't wear glasses at that time, I haven't seen them a few times, it seems that he still has them together Playing cards."

"Put it down, how many times have you met? You have only been in the literature club for a total of two weeks before you were sent to the hospital for appendicitis surgery. When you died of exhaustion, you went all the way to take a look at my lord during the meeting." The fat man ruthlessly exposed him, holding The skewers pointed at him like a chief executive speaking for the emperor.

Fang Jingyao said unconvinced: "You can't say that, I really remember playing cards together, and it seems that there was Han Fushe... Yes, there was him! I lost very badly that time, and it was the worst in the three years of high school." Once, how could I not remember! I put a white note on my face and lost 50 yuan!"

The fat man was heartbroken: "You still gamble!"

Fang Jingyao also felt distressed: "You said Long Yu would be so rich, why are you still greedy for my 50 yuan!"

The fat man spat at him unceremoniously, "My lord's wisdom is destroyed by your hands, you thief who has meddled in His Majesty's country!"

Fang Jingyao poked him with a stick, "What's the matter, you still scold me for eating mine, treat me like I'm dead! Put it down, put it down! Don't eat roasted meat!"

The fatty was trembling all over his body after being poked by him. He stood there resolutely refusing to leave, and said with a shy face, "Have a piece of scone, and it will be delicious to eat with the barbecue on the rack."

Fang Jingyao has similar preferences to him. When he was in high school, he often visited the small barbecue stand in front of the school. He took sesame sesame cakes and skewered them on two iron skewers. After the two sides were heated, the aroma of sesame seeds wafted out. It was crispy and soft inside, and when it was cut in the middle, there were two pieces of steaming hot dough, which just happened to be stuffed with barbecued meat. Fang Jingyao also put in some roasted kidney beans, and his mouth was full of oil.

The fat man chose carefully, ordered shiitake mushrooms and roasted gluten, and added three big skewers of mutton. He ate with a smile on his face.

The two were eating and chatting when Fang Jingyao's cell phone rang. It was Zhuo Yifan calling. The little apprentice was in trouble, and there was a police siren.

"Master, a coffee shop downstairs in my hotel is on fire, don't worry, it's nothing serious, it's just that the police came and evacuated the people first..."

Fang Jingyao was taken aback, "What's wrong, are you alright?"

Zhuo Yifan: "It's nothing, I just took a shower, and I came down in such a hurry that I didn't have time to get anything."

Fang Jingyao breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Well, come to my side first, it's not at home, and I'm not in the city today, so take a taxi and come to a resort on the outskirts of the city, and I'll pick you up at the gate."

Zhuo Yifan was still a little hesitant, Fang Jingyao's face turned dark, "Come here now, be obedient!"

Only then did Zhuo Yifan agree.

Fang Jingyao let out a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone, his complexion still hadn't improved yet, the fat man comforted him and said, "It's okay, everyone has run down, it shouldn't be a big problem, the city is so small, the firefighters will be out soon, don't worry .”

Fang Jingyao hummed, "Yes."

The fat man asked: "Which master is this almost in danger?"

Fang Jingyao said: "My apprentice, I have been drawing with him for several years. The child is only [-] years old, and he has a bright future. But he is too playful, and everything he encounters is like a cockfight. You must argue with others..." He paused for a moment, then laughed himself again, "But this is also very good, black is black, white is white, it is very comfortable to live such a happy life."

The fat man laughed and said, "He is a sensible person."

Fang Jingyao called Zhuo Yifan again during the period. Hearing that he was on the way, he felt relieved and went to drink beer and eat skewers with the fat man first.

On the other side, Han Qiaoye was also drinking with Long Yu. Han Qiaoye had a good capacity for alcohol, but Long Yu had only tasted it, and shook his head after only a few sips.Han Qiaoye only shrugged his shoulders without forcing him. He drank half a glass by himself and spoke to him there, "I heard that you hired your father's lawyer team to sue an online platform?"

Long Yu: "Yes."

Han Qiaoye laughed, and said, "It's too good to be useful. Just hiring your lawyer team is enough to buy shares in that small platform. If you are interested in investing in this area, why don't I set up a line for you and introduce How many people in this field do you know?"

Long Yu shook his head and said: "No need, there is a reason for the incident, and it's not intentional to show it to outsiders."

Han Qiaoye became a little interested, put down the beer mug in his hand, and asked, "What's the reason? Everyone outside is guessing. They can say anything, and they said that your family is no longer a hospital. You, the prince, are going to take care of you." Internet celebrities..."

Long Yu blinked, obviously a little surprised, "This is all about what, a comic website, where are the Internet celebrities."

Han Qiaoye: "Internet celebrity, isn't it popular these days to push some beautiful authors... let's not talk about that, you sue them, what is it for?"

Long Yu pondered for a while, and without hiding anything from him, he briefly talked about Fang Jingyao's affairs. He was impartial and just a statement. Just like that, Han Qiaoye frowned, "It's all a mess. It’s really not a thing, and the way you do things is so unethical, you won’t be able to cooperate with anyone in the future.” He thought for a while, and then said: “By the way, I also know a few people who invest in film and television, let me introduce you. At that time, I can talk about anything, just now you said that the project Luo Yi is going to do, if it is really invested by Juyu Media, I just know them often."

Long Yu nodded and said, "Thank you."

Han Qiaoye showed a surprised expression, and exaggerated: "Are you the Long Yu I know? You didn't care who these people were before, and you didn't want to know each other. Today is really abnormal."

Long Yu said with a smile: "Really, then you will often go back to China to visit in the future, maybe you can see that I have changed more."

Han Qiaoye thought of the big babies he took care of on the prairie, recalled those vigorous and heroic figures, swaying from side to side, and finally succumbed to his heart: "No, I will hurry up when my second brother's leg injury heals. When I go back, my voluntary service period has not yet come, so I have to start well and end well.”

Long Yu said bluntly: "What kind of volunteering is that, it's basically voluntary."

Han Qiaoye said: "You don't understand, what's so good about staying in the city, I just love those wild little things..."

The two of them were chatting when they saw Fang Jingyao leading a man over from afar. His white hair was curled up half-wet and he was wrapped in a hotel bathrobe. He probably thought it was embarrassing to be dressed like this. He wore a huge black mask with a metal zipper on his face, which blocked most of his face at once, revealing only a little bit of the bridge of the nose, and those slightly raised eyes. When he squinted to look at people, he was alert sex.

Fang Jingyao was still there teaching his apprentice, "It's on fire, you didn't bring anything, why did you remember to wear a mask?!"

Zhuo Yifan refused to accept it, and stuck his neck and said, "It's a shame not to wear a mask, I'm completely empty inside! I didn't even wear underwear! I only picked up a bathrobe when I went outside..."

Fang Jingyao: "Then you should take underwear, what kind of mask!"

Zhuo Yifan: "A mask can be worn on the face, but can underwear be used?"

Fang Jingyao was silent for a while. He felt that what the apprentice said was very reasonable, but there was something wrong.