The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

"Qianqian?" Seeing Qi Yan staring at a corner, Cen Bohe followed his gaze, just in time to see Ruan Youyi lowering his head and talking to Yuan Peng, the diamonds on the skirt were dazzling.

Qi Yan shook his head, then lowered his head and said to him, "I think the waiter just now is not quite right."

"The waiter who stained your clothes just now?" Cen Bohe looked serious, and walked to the side with Qi Yan. At this time, the waiter was already building a dance floor for young people to play, and most of the elderly people were already upstairs in the nursing room Chat in the hotel or take a lunch break in the hotel.

"Yes," Qi Yan took a glass of juice and a glass of white water, handed the white water to Cen Bohe, and glanced at everyone present, "This matter should have nothing to do with your family, I made a fortune for your family before going out this morning , there will be no surprises today."

Cen Bohe smiled. When he first met Qian Qian, he thought that Qian Qian was a cold and mysterious master. After getting to know him, he found that Qian Qian had a very detached personality, but only after he really got to know him did he realize that although Qian Qian has a detached personality, But Nei Li is very careful, treats people with sincerity, and is a very nice person.

"What are you laughing at?" Qi Yan took a sip of the fruit juice. Could it be that I know fortune-telling, word-testing, and fortune-telling? He put the juice on the table next to him and whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom." "

"Then I'll wait for you here, be careful." Cen Bohe sat down on the high stool, put down his own cup, and just stood next to Qi Yan's cup, the red juice and the transparent and colorless white water formed a sharp contrast In contrast, it is incomparably harmonious.

Smelling the faint scent of sandalwood in the bathroom, Qi Yan dried his hands under the hand dryer, and when he came out of the bathroom corridor, he happened to meet the waiter who was walking towards this side with an empty wine glass.This waiter was the one who soiled his clothes and peeked at him before. Qi Yan stood where he was, watching the waiter, waiting for his reaction.

Sure enough, when approaching him, the waiter slowed down and said in a hesitant tone, "Is your surname Qi, sir?"

Qi Yan looked at this timid man and nodded slightly: "May I ask what you want?"

Seeing that Qi Yan did not refute, the waiter was a little excited: "Are you really Qi Yan?"

Timidity turned into joy, like a mouse hiding in the dark finally found a piece of cheese, this man seemed a little happy, but also a little unbelievable.Qi Yan didn't remember where he met him, so he asked politely, "Who are you?"

"I'm your elementary school classmate." The waiter was a little emotionally unstable, and the cup on the tray trembled slightly, "My name is Yang Heshu, do you remember?"

The primary school was a long time ago, and the living standards and educational conditions in the small town were not very good, so the students in the class were not only mischievous, but also not caring about their studies.But there are also some students who want to study hard, escape from the poor town, and yearn for the prosperous city life. Yang Heshu is one of them.

Qi Yan remembered that Yang Heshu was very thin, his hair was dry and yellow, and his voice was very low. He was not usually liked by the boys in his class, but because of his good grades, the teacher liked him very much, and he was also the study committee member of the class.

Qi Yan’s memories of elementary school are mostly dilapidated sand-brick and blue-tile houses, iron windows without glass, blackened tables and chairs, teachers who used up a little chalk but were reluctant to throw it away, and those The blackboard that cannot be wiped clean, the tall trees outside the classroom.

At that time, everyone was still young, and they didn't know what was possible after graduation. They didn't know how big the country was, and how far they would be from each other.In fact, after Qi Yan entered high school, he almost never saw his classmates in elementary school. Now he was surprised to see a former classmate in such a hotel.

"You are Yang Heshu?" Qi Yan looked at the waiter in front of him with complicated eyes, "I never expected to meet you here."

"Yeah," Yang Heshu blushed a little, "I didn't expect you to be doing so well now, standing with those super big men, I didn't dare to recognize you just now." He scratched his head, very shy, "How many years have you been?" A while ago, when I heard that you passed the science exam in our city, I knew you were different from us."

Qi Yan said with a slight smile: "It's just a coincidence. If I didn't know a certain important person here, I wouldn't even be able to get in. How have you been all these years?"

"Very good." Yang Heshu didn't seem to want to talk about his past these years. He looked up and saw the foreman coming this way, and hurriedly said, "Can you leave me a contact information, I will contact you after I finish work."

Qi Yan handed him a business card, then watched him put the business card into the pocket of the waiter's vest, and left in a hurry.

It wasn't until the backs of Yang Heshu disappeared around the corner that Qi Yan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at someone not far to the left: "Why are you here?"

"Seeing that you haven't come here for a long time, I came to see if you fell into the toilet." Cen Baihe glanced around the corner, "The waiter just now..."

Qi Yan smiled, saw someone coming out of the bathroom behind him, took a few steps forward and walked out side by side with Cen Bohe, "He said he was my elementary school classmate."

Cen Bohe frowned, he felt something was wrong with Qian Qian's tone.It should not be "he said" to meet a classmate in elementary school by chance.

"Do you think it's a coincidence?" Qi Yan walked to a corner and sat down, his tone was a bit cold, "But... Yang and Shu died a long time ago."

Even though Cen Bohe didn't really believe that there were ghosts in this world, after hearing Qi Yan's words, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his back. How could a dead person reappear?

Seeing Cen Bohe's serious expression, Qi Yan stretched out his hand and patted his arm: "Don't worry, I'm not telling a ghost story. Yang Heshu was only 12 years old when he died. It is said that something grew in his stomach. The family has no money for medical treatment. It’s so painful. Outsiders don’t know how many parents in poor towns like ours have over-birth, and they don’t understand that some children have been born for several years without a household registration. After Yang Heshu died, his household registration was replaced by his brother who did not have a household registration. used."

Noticing that Cen Bohe's expression was dull, Qi Yan smiled melancholy: "At that time, the household registration management in small places was not as strict as that in big cities, because there were too many illegal households, and the local village committee could only turn a blind eye. It’s fine if they can erase it, and they don’t want to embarrass their fellow villagers. But such absurd things will never happen again.”

The development of the economy, the improvement of people's awareness of civilization, the popularization of computers and the Internet, and the strict household registration system all make the absurdities of the past only a thing of the past.

So Yang Heshu died, and only his family and a few people still remember it. Others didn't even know that such a person existed in the world, but disappeared in the long river of time without a sound.

Seeing that Qi Yan was in a low mood, Cen Bohe got up and walked to sit beside him, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry about the past."

"Well," Qi Yan forced a smile, "I don't know who sent this counterfeit, maybe he doesn't even know that Yang Heshu, who has been alive in the open and has changed his name, is actually not the real Yang Heshu. A good elementary school classmate who has already slept peacefully underground.

Because people who have never experienced real poverty do not know how many helpless or absurd things happened in that barren land back then.So many things in elementary school are things that he doesn't want to recall.

"I'll have someone check the identity of this waiter," Cen Bohe was not happy that someone was using Qi Yan behind his back, "You..."

"No, let him come," Qi Yan sneered, "I also want to know who made such a big circle to plot against me. If you send someone to investigate him, I'm worried that you will startle the snake and the people behind the scenes will hide .”

Seeing Qi Yan's indifferent expression for the first time, Cen Bohe's mood was indescribably complicated, and in the end he could only nod helplessly.

The dance music played, and couples of young men and women stepped onto the dance floor. Qi Yan looked into the crowd and saw Ruan Youyi dancing. He didn't know the man who was leading her, but he could clearly see that this man was courting Ruan Youyi .

"When I'm free, I also go out to dance with people." Qi Yan didn't want to spoil his mood by mentioning Yang and Shu, so he changed the topic.

"What dance?" Cen Bohe thought that Qi Yan might go to the bar, and just a few young people were dancing lively, and he felt that there was a big age gap between himself and Qian Qian.

"Square dance," Qi Yan said with a serious face, "Don't look down on square dance, some old men and aunts in it are very good at dancing, they can dance anything."

"Square dance?" Cen Bohe's mind went blank for a few seconds, and he felt that the scene he had imagined was shattered into pieces in an instant. He really couldn't imagine how Qian Qian, who had a baby face, got mixed into the middle-aged and elderly square dance crowd. .

Seeing Cen Bohe's dumbfounded appearance, Qi Yan felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

Not far away, a certain person watched Qi Yan and Cen Bohe talking and laughing happily, his face turned pale with fright, and he didn't even care about the girl around him acting coquettishly.He was the wealthy businessman who had laughed at Qi Yan outside the hotel before. Ever since he saw the hotel where Qi Yan and Cen Bohe entered together, he fell into infinite remorse.

If he had known that this young man who drove a cheap car had such a good relationship with Cen Wuye, he would not fight the parking attendant with him if he was killed, and he was willing to let him park the young man himself.What should he do if he offends such a big man now.

Originally, he wanted to find an opportunity to apologize to the young man, but he didn't know that Cen Wuye stayed with the young man almost the whole time, so he had no face to lean over.What was even more frightening was that he found that not only the Cen family was very kind to this young man, but even the leaders of several other prominent families were strangely gentle when talking with the young man.

He no longer thinks about the identity of this young man anymore, he only hopes that this young man will treat him as a breath of air, let him go and be gone.

"Lao Luo, what's going on with you today," a wealthy businessman he knew walked up to him holding a glass of wine, "This is the first time for Mr. Cen's birthday banquet, are you nervous?"

"What are you nervous about, Lao Fu, so don't make fun of me," Lao Luo looked at this business friend with a bitter face, "I didn't have eyes when I came here, and I offended Cen Wuye's friend."

Lao Fu's complexion changed slightly: "Could you be talking about the young man beside Cen Wuye?"

"Who else could it be if it wasn't him," Lao Luo told the story to his old friend, and drank the wine in the glass after he finished speaking, "I don't know what's wrong with this kid. He has such a good relationship with the Cen family. And driving a broken car worth hundreds of thousands, isn’t this intentionally misleading?!”

"Lao Luo, this is your fault. People are free to drive whatever car they drive. You went to snatch someone's parking attendant and taunted him with words and deeds. It's really disgraceful." I know that Lao Luo usually likes to show off his wealth and make jokes, but I didn't expect him to show off regardless of the occasion.Those who can come here have no status or wealth. Some rich people just like to drive cheap scooters. If you don’t have eyes and offend people, who can you blame?

It would be meaningless to say this further, Lao Fu patted him on the shoulder, turned around and left without a word.

Lao Luo watched Lao Fu leave, hating and resenting in his heart, feeling uncomfortable in every possible way.

"Would you like to go to the hotel to rest for a while, there will be a dinner tonight," Cen Bohe knew that Qi Yan had the habit of taking a nap, so he checked the time, "Go to my room?"

"Okay." Qi Yan glanced at the other people in the hall, "What are these people doing in the afternoon?"

"There are a lot of things to play on the upper floors, and they can find fun by themselves," Cen Baihe stood up, "Besides, there are big brothers and the others, so I don't need to worry about it."

"I know, you are not in good health."

With an expressionless face, doing lazy things, this skin is really not thin, and it seems that this is not the first time he has done it.

The two walked into the elevator, swiped their cards to go upstairs and found the room, and after entering, Qi Yan threw himself on the big soft bed and didn't want to get up.

Cen Bohe took out a set of nightgowns from the closet and threw them on the bed. While taking off his suit jacket, he said, "Go to sleep after changing your clothes, otherwise your clothes will all be wrinkled when you get up."

Qi Yan pulled his bow tie, went to the bathroom to change into his nightgown, and saw Cen Bohe sitting at his desk with his computer on, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Go to sleep, I'll read the documents," Cen Bohe glanced at Qi Yan's ankle, "I'll call you later."

"Okay." Qi Yan threw himself on the bed again, wrapped in the blanket and fell asleep without any psychological burden.

After an unknown amount of time, Cen Bohe's eyes moved away from the laptop screen and landed on the small hill on the big bed.Qi Yan didn't sleep well, with one foot sticking out of the quilt, but his head tucked inside the quilt.

Cen Bohe smiled helplessly, got up and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, went to the bed and pressed the quilt for Qi Yan, exposing his nose and mouth.Glancing at the calves stretched out from the edge of the bed, Cen Bohe stretched out his hand and gently held Qi Yan's ankle, which felt a little cold and had an indescribably slippery feeling.

After tucking his feet into the quilt, Cen Baihe looked down at his palms, and twisted his fingers in a strange way. The slippery touch seemed to take root in his mind, and he would never forget it.

Dazed for a long time, it was only when the phone rang that Cen Bohe regained his senses. He took out his phone and pressed the answer button. He looked back at Qi Yan who was still sleeping, and walked out of the room quickly: "Brother."

"Okay, I'll be right over here."

"Bai He," Big Brother Cen saw Cen Bohe pushing the door in and forgot to look behind him, "Where's Master Qi?"

"He's resting," Cen Bohe sat down on the sofa, "Brother, what do you want from me?"

"It's nothing." Big Brother Cen smiled awkwardly, "Uncle Ruan Shi just said inconsequentially, and seemed to be trying to match you and his granddaughter."

"Seniority is different, what are you talking about matching?" Cen Baihe reached for a magazine and sat down on the sofa, "Why are you telling me this?" He looked up at Brother Cen, "Dad wouldn't want to make it for me. Arranged marriages?"

"How is that possible? I didn't tell you in advance so that you wouldn't be fooled at that time." Brother Cen really didn't think that the little girl from the Ruan family was so rare, and it might be because of the big age gap between him and There is a gap in the aesthetics of young people today.

"When arranging the seats for the banquet at night, which table are you going to let Master Qi sit at?" For the Cen family, Master Qi is a distinguished guest, so they should be careful when arranging the seats.

"It's right next to me." Cen Bohe flipped through a few pages of the magazine, and found that there were reports about himself in it, and there were some lace news about him and some female artists. He frowned and threw the magazine on the table. I just came here, and I'm not familiar with other people, so sitting next to me is better than sitting anywhere."

"Okay," Brother Cen nodded, thinking that this is quite appropriate.

Cen Bohe stood up and pointed to the magazines on the table: "Brother, stop reading these low-level magazines.

Brother Cen was in a daze. He just picked up a few random books in the hall downstairs. Who knows what's in them.After Cen Bohe left, Big Brother Cen flipped through the magazines and was speechless. Why don't these entertainment journalists switch to writing novels now? They are talking nonsense.

When Qi Yan ignorantly sat up from the bed, he almost couldn't tell where he was. He didn't realize until he saw Cen Bohe sitting on the sofa with his head down reading a book, that he was still in the hotel.

"Are you awake?" Cen Baihe closed the book, "It's getting late, go wash up, let's go down."

Qi Yan went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face before he fully woke up. He wiped the water off his face with a towel, and when he turned around to get clothes from the closet, he found that the clothes had been re-ironed.

"Thank you," he came out after changing his clothes, and thanked Cen Baihe.

"It's not what you said, there is no need to thank friends." Cen Bohe got up from the sofa and walked in front of Qi Yan, "Don't move, raise your head."

Qi Yan raised his head blankly and followed suit, not knowing what Cen Bohe was going to do.

"Bow tie and collar not in order."

Qi Yan lowered his head, and his chin hit the back of Cen Bohe's hand, so he raised his chin obediently.This angle of view was very close to Cen Bohe, and he found that Cen Bohe's lips were very sexy, but the color was a little light, and he looked lacking in color.But the neck and shoulders look pretty, no wonder wearing a suit is so temperamental.

"Okay." Cen Baihe withdrew his hand, stretched out his hand to pat the non-existent dust on his shoulder, and couldn't help but pat the back of his hand when he withdrew his hand.

Qi Yan smiled at Cen Bohe: "Then let's go down."

"it is good."

"Why is your voice hoarse?"

"It's okay, maybe it's because I've been sitting for a long time."

"Does it matter?"

"..."