Chapter 490 [Swishing] (Part 1)

Zhang Daguanren said: "I treated you as a friend and said this to you. You actually scolded me! Do you still have some class feelings?"

Cha Wei said: "It's light to scold you, why? All the good women in the world are letting you dominate. Who do you think you are? Is the emperor?"

Zhang Yang sighed and said, "I am indeed a little selfish, but I can't control myself. Sometimes I think, fortunately, I am a man, if I am unfortunate enough to be a woman..."

Cha Wei said, "If you are a woman, you will be a chicken material!"

Official Zhang laughed. Cha Wei's mouth is so vicious that it hurts people.

Cha Wei said, "I can see that you are just trying to scold me today. The more you scold you, the more you feel, the more you feel, right?"

Zhang Yang said: "You can't tell me, I feel so relieved when I was scolded by you!"

Cha Wei said: "You are just a slut, and you don't feel uncomfortable with Ski!"

Zhang Yang said: "Don't think I'm a Communist Party member, I'm still considered a state cadre, but my mind is full of feudal remnants. I'm a great machismo. I advocate polygamy."

Cha Wei took a sip of wine and stuffed the bottle heavily to Zhang Yang. She looked at him with dissatisfaction: "The only impression of nobleness in my mind is over, it has completely collapsed, and I began to despise you."

Zhang Yang said: "It's okay, the more you despise me, the more comfortable I feel." He poured the remaining half bottle of wine into his stomach in one breath, breathed a sigh of relief, pinched a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, closed his eyes and smashed it, with a very comfortable expression.

Cha Wei said: "Everyone should have his own moral standards in his heart. Any behavior of ours must be bound by the moral standards. Things that leave this scope of constraints are immoral, and you are deviating from the direction of morality."

Zhang Yang said: "People are different and moral values ​​are different. Why should I follow your moral standards? Why should I conform to the public's moral values? I am the fuck me. I live for myself. In just a hundred years of life, I can make myself comfortable, the people I love, and the people I love are comfortable. This is the fuck my moral standards!"

Cha Wei said: "You are a big bastard who is unscrupulous and a big lunatic. When you live in the real world, you must take care of the feelings of the people around you. Everything you say is to make excuses for your promiscuity."

Zhang Yang unscrewed another bottle of Erguotou, and he handed it to Cha Wei first. Cha Wei took a sip, and he took it over and took a big sip: "Why can't people live a simple life? You have to take care of other people's feelings. Are you tired? Are you tired if you live like this?"

Cha Wei said: "I can't talk to people like you! I really can't understand. How can a person's heart be so many people at the same time?"

Zhang Daguanren said: "Because you are a woman, a woman's mind can never be compared with a man. You may only love one, but compared to you, I am like the sea and the stream. I clearly have such a big mind, why can't I accommodate all rivers?"

Cha Wei cursed again: "Shameless! You are worthy of being inclusive of all rivers!"

Zhang Yang took a sip of wine: "It's like the same amount of alcohol. Some people can drink two liang, and some people can drink three jin. You have to force one who can drink only two liang to drink three jin. He will be drunk to death, but you have to limit the one who can drink three jin to drink two liang. He will never be happy in his life..." Zhang Daguanren paused for a moment and said, "Brother is the one who can drink three jin..."

Cha Wei knew that this guy was unreasonable, but she couldn't think of a reason to refute him for a while. After a while, she said: "Your own business is up to you. I'm just talking, and I can't help you."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Don't talk about me, talk about yourself, what do you think of feelings?"

Cha Wei took a sip of wine and looked up at the night sky. A scene suddenly appeared in her mind. Under the stars, Western wine faced the sea, dancing gracefully in the sound of music...

"What do you think?"

"I'm thinking of a dream!"

Zhang Daguanren is a realistic person. Since he was reborn, this has become particularly obvious. Only those who have died once know the preciousness of life. Although he still feels lost and emotional fluctuations, it will soon pass because he always believes that living in this world is already a very beautiful thing. As long as he lives, everything will have a chance.

Qiao Pengju came to the Chunyang Beijing Office at 9:00 the next morning to pick up Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang and Cha Wei drank until one o'clock in the morning last night. He woke up very early. When Qiao Pengju came to find him, Zhang Yang was standing on the rooftop on the sixth floor to practice. Seeing Qiao Pengju's big cut, Zhang Yang stopped and waved to Qiao Pengju upstairs in a vest.

Qiao Pengju wore sunglasses and looked up at Zhang Yang in the morning light: "Have you eaten?"

Zhang Yang said, "I'll eat it, fried noodles!" He turned and went downstairs, washed his face in the room, changed into his shirt and trousers, and then came downstairs. After all, I was going to see Mr. Qiao today, so I still have to pay attention to his clothes.

Qiao Pengju and Zhang Yang got into the car and immediately started the engine: "Why are you living here? The conditions don't seem to be very good! You are not worthy of your identity as the deputy mayor."

Zhang Yang said: "What status can I have as a deputy department-level cadre? I have stayed in Chunyang Beijing Office in the past, and I have feelings for it and I am used to living here."

Qiao Pengju smiled and said, "I've been having sex for a long time and you're here to have nostalgia."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "It can be said that." He thought Qiao Pengju would mention the matter between him and Qiao Pengfei and Zhong Changsheng, but Qiao Pengju seemed to know nothing about this matter and did not mention it at all. Zhang Yang said, "Are we going to Zhongnanhai?"

Qiao Pengju shook his head and said, "Miyun Qingxi Valley! My grandfather is recuperating there." He smiled at Zhang Yang and said, "Now is a good time to eat rainbow trout. I'll arrange for you to have a good meal at noon."

Zhang Yang said: "I drank a lot yesterday, but I don't have much appetite today."

Qiao Pengju laughed and said, "It's strange that you drink too much!" After saying that, he paused and said, "Isn't you worried about anything, right?"

Zhang Yang immediately realized what Qiao Pengju was talking about, whether the world was big or small, Qiao Pengju's father Qiao Zhenliang was the secretary of the Pinghai Provincial Party Committee and Song Huaiming was the governor of Pinghai. What happened to him must not be hidden from the Qiao family. Qiao Pengju almost heard that he and Chu Yanran had separated.

Sure enough, Qiao Pengju asked immediately: "As soon as I came to the capital, I heard an explosive rumor that you and Chu Yanran had terminated the engagement?"

Zhang Yang nodded, there was nothing to hide.

Qiao Pengju said, "It's a pity for you, Chu Yanran is a very good girl."

Zhang Yang smiled and didn't say anything. He didn't want to continue discussing this topic with Qiao Pengju. Zhang Yang's way of changing the topic was very unique, and he asked directly: "Are you brother here?"

Qiao Pengju was obviously stunned for a moment, and then realized that Zhang Yang asked Qiao Pengfei. He rarely hid Qiao Pengfei's affairs and had already had conflicts with Zhang Yang. Later, he was beaten, and told him about the incident that his master was expelled from the Gossip Sect because of this incident.

Qiao Pengfei's injury is not serious. Compared to this, Zhong Changsheng is not so lucky. Not only is he beaten to vomit blood by Zhang Yang, but his face is also swelling with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He has taken sick leave and has not been to work these two days.

Qiao Pengju smiled and said, "I have heard about the matter between you and Xiaofei. I really don't understand you. Why do young people do so angry?" He is actually not much older than Zhang Yang, but his tone is very mature.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Your brother probably thinks I'm easy to bully."

Qiao Pengju smiled and said nothing. He saw the miserable appearance of Qiao Pengfei and Zhong Changsheng. Although he did not comment, he thought that Zhang Yang's move was too heavy.

Qiao Pengju said, "For my sake, let's stop this matter. If the trouble continues, no one will be good."

Zhang Yang lay lazily on the seat: "I didn't make a fuss, it's your brother who made a fuss again!"

Qiao Pengju smiled and said, "Okay, I'll talk about him in the future."

When the car drove into the Miyun Qingxi Valley, you could smell a fragrance from afar. The fragrance was light and gentle. Although it was not as strong as other fragrances, it was fresh and timeless.

Zhang Yang saw light blue and purple flowers growing everywhere on both sides of the road. When it was flowering, the fields of flowering continued to the manor ahead. Zhang Yang recognized the little flower as lavender. When the car drove past the road among the flowers, the carriage left a cold fragrance, as far away as the mood of the first love.

Westerners’ love for the fragrance of lavender is a complex - a complex of attachment and nostalgia. In the scent of lavender, it does not have the strong emotions of roses, nor is it as calm as lilies, but it cannot be erased. It is the fragrance that still exists in the heart after the breeze, the faint moonlight in the clear and quiet night, the music flowing from the strings of the violin, and the unfinished dream. When you wake up, you only have a strong melancholy that cannot be dissolved...

Behind Mr. Qiao was a large field of flower fields, and in front of him was a winding stream. He was fishing by the river at this moment. A guard stood under a big tree and looked at Mr. Qiao from afar, watching the movements around him from time to time.

Qiao Pengju stopped the jeep next to the guards, and Zhang Yang pushed the door and walked down.

When Mr. Qiao heard the movement behind him, he waved to them and said, "Xiao Zhao, help me fish for a while!"

The guard hurried over, and handed the fishing rod to him, then picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he walked over slowly, came to Zhang Yang and smiled, "Zhang Yang, here you come!"

Goodbye Mr. Qiao, his spirit was obviously much better than last time in Dongjiang. Judging from his facial expression, Mr. Qiao's facial paralysis has been completely cured, so the old man doesn't have to always have a big mask stuck.

Zhang Yang said respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Qiao!"

Old Qiao smiled and said, "Okay, it's been very good recently!" He pointed to the red building hidden in the shadows of the trees in front of him: "Go back and talk."

Zhang Yang and Qiao Pengju were with him. Qiao Pengju reached out to support his grandfather's hand, but was pushed away by Qiao Lao: "I'm not that old yet!" Perhaps to prove his words, Qiao Lao walked vigorously and quickly left the two of them behind. Qiao Pengju looked at the strong grandfather, and smiled bitterly, and shook his head.

The red building is a European style building built in the late 1970s, with white tables and chairs placed on the grass in front of the door.

Mr. Qiao came to the table and sat down. Qiao Pengju hurriedly moved the bench for his grandfather. After Mr. Qiao sat down, he waved his hand to signal them to sit down. Zhang Yang sat down opposite Mr. Qiao. Qiao Pengju said, "Zhang Yang, you can chat with my grandfather first. I'll ask someone to prepare tea, the best Tieguanyin!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said nothing.

Old Qiao said: "Call Pengfei and ask him to come and have dinner together."

Qiao Pengju was stunned for a moment, but nodded.

Zhang Yang secretly complained in his heart that the more he didn't want to meet Qiao Pengfei, the more he wanted to see him. It seemed that some things could not be avoided.

Old Qiao said: "I like this place. The air is very fresh. I feel much better when I come here. I feel like I am a few years younger."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "How is Mr. Qiao's health recently?"

Mr. Qiao said: "Very good. Since you cured my facial paralysis, I finally dared to take off my mask and see people! I am no longer afraid of being treated as a gardener."

Zhang Yang was happy. Unexpectedly, Mr. Qiao, who was arrogant, also had a humorous side. He smiled and said, "I will never forget Mr. Qiao's kindness in time for help!"

Old Qiao laughed: "What I gave is not charcoal!"

Zhang Yang laughed with him. He proposed to take the pulse of Mr. Qiao. Mr. Qiao happily placed his wrist on the table and placed his fingers on the Qiao Lao's pulse door. Looking at Mr. Qiao's smiling face, Zhang Yang suddenly realized that he had gained Mr. Qiao's trust. This storied figure in politics had actually put his safety in Zhang Yang's palm, which made Zhang Yang feel relieved.

Zhang Yang's hand moved away from Old Qiao's pulse and said softly: "Old Qiao, have you not had a good rest recently?"
Chapter completed!