Qianfan

Two years later, in a private workshop in City K.

A 160-square-meter concrete floor is surrounded by a two-meter-high red brick wall, and the small workshop rises three stories high.Looking up, you can see that the balconies on the second and third floors protrude like two broken teeth, without much momentum.A few men's clothes were dried on the balcony on the third floor, so it can be judged that there are people living on the third floor.

There was a rumbling machine on the first floor, and a fat man wearing a two-bar beam vest was moving through the machine with an inversely proportional agility to his body. He wore a blue disposable cap on his huge head, and his forehead protruded as big as The sweat of soybeans, while observing the data of a machine, can also add the ratio of materials on a balance with hands.

The fat man spun to the tail of a fully automatic food packaging machine, grabbed a bag with an exaggerated outer packaging design from a half-packed plastic basket, bit his teeth, squeezed his fingers, and two pieces of cumin tasted delicious. The roasted gluten was in his mouth.

After a few seconds of eating, he let out a satisfied sigh: "The formula developed by the boss is so easy to eat and never get tired of."

When the fat man finished eating the food like a peony, and his belly hadn't started to pat, a female voice with amazing lung capacity roared: "Wang Xuecheng! How can the person who turned on the machine know how to eat and eat! You'll be told to eat half of it before it leaves the factory!"

Wang Xuecheng is the name of this fat man.However, he himself did not succeed in his studies like the beautiful connotation entrusted by his name. He was still a lazy person who ate and drank food and drink until he was in his 20s.

He seems to have no other skills other than his proficiency in eating and drinking skills.Later, his parents pulled him out of the house, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Find a job to support yourself, or don't come back!"

The local folk customs are tough, and it is normal for Lao Tzu to slap his son, so Wang Xuecheng grabbed his poor bag and went to beg for a living like a small cabbage.

I don't know what kind of virtue he had accumulated in his previous life. When he wanted to sleep, someone would hand him a pillow--he got this job soon, and he worked for almost a year.

Wang Xuecheng is very happy. He is the most devout foodie, and he loves barbecue. It is an honor and a sense of mission to be able to make the best barbecue with his own hands and send it to the major retailers along the town by truck. , so he did it very seriously and responsibly. Every time he starts up, he is like a pilgrim crawling to the temple.

He once asked the young boss who hired him: "Why did you choose me at a glance?"

The young boss pushed down his prescription glasses, with a cold shrewdness on his body, he said directly: "Because you are a foodie." Foodies will be devout to food.

At this moment, the foodie was caught straight, and his face was embarrassing: "I just started eating..."

The girl refused to let go: "Who ate twenty bags of grilled eggplant alone last time! It won't work at the beginning, if you don't stop the first bag, it will only become more rampant!"

"Okay Xiuxiu, I don't want to eat my old pig, why not go to work right away?" Fatty Wang raised his hands in surrender, and threw himself into the roar of the machine again.

The girl named Xiuxiu just arrived here a few months ago.To be exact, the young boss picked it up from the station and brought it back.

That day, he happened to be going to City G to inspect the market, and when he arrived at the station by taxi, he saw a lonely girl sitting there with tears in her eyes in the waiting room late at night.

The waiting room was empty, and the bright light overhead made people feel dizzy.It was vaguely like the scene where he was leaving at the airport.His sympathy for the girl had just sprung up quite suddenly.

He bought a bottle of water and bread for the girl, handed them over, and sat on a chair across the seat to eat his share.

The girl looked at him, ate without saying a word, and then burst into tears.

Then she got on the car bound for City K and stayed here to work.

The young boss later asked Xiuxiu: "You have a good eye, and follow along without anyone knowing."

Xiuxiu replied very bluntly: "First of all, you are not a bad person, and secondly, you are gay, what am I afraid of. Besides, I am a fifth-dan taekwondo, afraid of you?"

The young boss choked and coughed: "Who said I was..."

The female high school hero Wang Wenxiu clapped her hands up and down, as if she had accomplished a great event and protected the safety of the food. She walked to the stairs on the second floor, listened to the movement upstairs, stood there for a moment, filled her ears with rumbling, what? Didn't hear either.

She was a little worried about the boss, because the person who came to the boss today looked very bad, as if they came to collect debts.

As for her boss who usually has no expression, when he saw that person was caught by the creditor as if he was in debt, he maintained a shaky calm on his face, but said to the person in a negotiating tone: "Leave me a few minutes." Can you die if you lose face?"

That person was dressed nicely, and his temperament was not like someone who had stayed in this corner town, so Xiuxiu decided that the person who came was a dignitary.

Originally, as young as the boss, who started his own business—although it is currently a small workshop, but it is expected to expand the production line by the end of the year—how can such a person be mediocre?

The expansion was due to too many orders, and Wang Xuecheng couldn't stand it. She, a financial and clerk, occasionally went to the workshop to help look at the machines and answer various reminder calls, and the boss flew to another city to expand the market.

It is hard for her to imagine that such a small workshop can become a small company one day, from three people to many people.

When I think about it, I feel overwhelmed and feel a sense of pride.

On the second floor, the door of an office was closed tightly, which cut off part of the noise downstairs.

A man in a well-crafted suit is spitting out a "speech" with one theme: slamming the money-hungry bastard in front of him.

The bastard boy is sitting at a table—barely called a plastic stool behind a desk. The two of them are negotiating, but he lets the other party play without saying a word, frowning and protesting from time to time, but the other party ignores him There were deep wrinkles between the brows, chattering for half an hour, and the denunciation ended with a long drink of a bottle of iced green tea.

This battle to eliminate smoke probably consumed a lot of physical strength of the man. He has been out of work for many years, and his lung capacity has been pre-drawn beyond normal, so his face is like a suffocating goose whose neck has been strangled.This vainly beautiful goose pressed its chest and said: "It's tiring to scold you—you really know how to enjoy yourself, and you have a small freezer in the office—brat, I can't wait to take off my belt and whip you!"

Drinking a bottle of water can make you so busy... "Brother Yu, do you want something to eat after you're finished?"

It was Chiho who asked the question.

Two years ago, when he directed and acted himself, he left without saying goodbye. After hearing Lu Zhengfan's outline of the incident, Yu Xiaoyu slapped his legs and said to Gu Huan: "My brother is really promising! I'm a deserter, and I'm going to act in Korean dramas!"

Gu Huan got used to his evasive way of speaking, so he asked calmly, "Qianfan... no, what's wrong with them?"

So Yu Xiaoyu added fuel and vinegar to tell a bloody love story of a brother who had been separated for nearly 20 years and fell in love. The younger brother found out the truth, couldn't accept the truth and then left the elder brother.

Even though Gu Huan had a strong mental capacity, he was also taken aback: "Are they... brothers?"

That day, when the radio began to announce that the flight to city b was about to take off, Lu Zhengfan waited and waited, with an ominous premonition in his heart, he ran towards the shop.When the girl at the front desk saw the tall, handsome man coming in, her eyes lit up, and when Lu Zhengfan asked her if there was anyone wearing a black coat not long ago... Before Lu Zhengfan finished asking, the girl took out an envelope from the drawer and asked : "Mr. Lu? That gentleman asked me to take this..."

The girl didn't say "he said he hoped you could forget him" like in the TV series, the envelope in Lu Zhengfan's hand was taken, Lu Zhengfan still thanked him very politely, but his voice was very cold.

The girl was frightened by the man's distraught expression, she opened her mouth and forgot to speak.

You don't need to read to know what is written in the letter.Could it be that Qian Fan left him a love letter at this juncture?

He doesn't want to go with me.Lu Zhengfan tossed this sentence over and over in his heart, and he tossed this sentence in his heart several times like self-torture. The pain rushed down like a hundred-foot waterfall, and he was the stone underneath, smashed beyond recognition.

He was a little annoyed at being carried away, otherwise when Qian Fan asked "your brother", he should have become suspicious.He had never explicitly told Qian Fan that his family member was his younger brother, how could he know?

In connection with the previous details, Lu Zhengfan probably guessed the details of the letter.

He still boarded the flight to city b alone at the last moment.After all, he is a mature and rational Lu Zhengfan, no matter whether Qian Fan is there or not, he has to make a clean break with the past first.First of all, he has to be an independent and free person, and secondly, he can start thinking about how to deal with Qianfan—his younger brother.

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