"Qi Daxun, do you still care about your son? You are only eighteen years old. As soon as you step out of the high school gate, you have learned to drink old wine first."

As soon as Qi Ming entered the door, Dai Lijuan smelled alcohol. The exquisite southern woman's face immediately became gloomy. She stood at the door and shouted Qi Ming's father's name. When she was anxious, the southern Wunong accent was exposed.

In fact, after Yuexiu came out, Qi Ming knew that there was a smell of cigarettes and alcohol on his body, so he took Fang Wenjin home on the excuse and sat in the park near the family yard for half an hour before returning home.

The smell of alcohol cannot be dissipated, I only hope that the smell of smoke on my body can dissipate.

Qi Daxun came out of the toilet with the newspaper, looked at Qi Ming, and saw that although his son's face had turned red, he could still go straight, so he responded casually: "How much did you drink?"

"Liu Xuqiang, Fang Wenjin and Zhao Zeming, we are only four of us, and we didn't drink too much, just half a box of beer." Qi Ming actually didn't tell the truth, because although there were only four of them, after the atmosphere was in place in the second half, he ordered another half a box of beer.

"Well, it's logical that you're eighteen years old, so it's okay to drink some wine. It's inevitable to enter society in the future." Qi Daxun finished speaking and glanced at Dai Lijuan and said, "But you have to drink less in the future, know how to refuse, and do what you can."

After hearing her husband's words of pain, Dai Lijuan muttered and complained a little unhappy, and then went into the kitchen. Not long after, she took out a bag of warm milk and threw it into Qi Ming's arms, "No one at home can worry about it."

After taking a sip of milk, Qi Ming said to Dai Lijuan in the kitchen, "Mom, let's discuss something."

"explain."

"I want to go alone when a freshman in college is reporting in September." Qi Ming drank all the milk in one breath.

Qi Daxun put down the newspaper and looked at Qi Ming without saying anything.

"If the reason is sufficient, then you go by yourself." Dai Lijuan became a little serious when she was abnormal.

"First of all, Shanghai is your hometown, I'm not afraid."

"Secondly, I applied for a bank card in the afternoon, and I could check in the tuition fee. I just needed to take the bank card to register. I would leave a few days in advance, and I would also go around the Shili foreign market by the way. No matter who you and my dad follow, I would have to pack a lot of bags."

"Finally, can you send me this first time, and can you continue to deliver it in the future?"

In fact, there is another thing that Qi Ming didn't say in his stomach. This pair of wealth lovers would not be willing to stop the airport business for a long time, so there must be one person who has to stay in Zhongzhou.

Then whether it is a father's gift or a mother's gift, they have to come back alone after reporting.

Dai Lijuan wanted to blurt out her refusal, but Qi Daxun's feet on the coffee table gently stepped on her, and then said to Qi Ming, "It's accurate. You have to pack up the things, and you have to think clearly. There are many things you have to deal with in this first report. If you have to rely on yourself for anything."

Qi Ming laughed, his eyes narrowed into crescent moon again: "You can stay in Zhongzhou to make money. I didn't advise me at the beginning, so I asked me to learn art. Now, the tuition fee is not young and old for four years."

Dai Lijuan never expressed any opinions from beginning to end, but Qi Daxun talked to Qi Ming casually. However, the chat between the father and son was purely toothpaste-squeezing chat. After five minutes of hardship, Qi Daxun put away the newspaper and returned to his bedroom.

While lying on the bed and preparing to fall asleep, Dai Lijuan suddenly said worriedly: "Old Qi, why do I suddenly feel that Qi Ming's head has changed?"

"No matter how much change, it's your son. Go to bed, don't be pretentious and pretentious." Qi Daxun said carelessly.

Dai Lijuan turned over and sighed at Yuese, "After all, she is growing up. When she grows up, she can't help but have us, and she doesn't need us anymore."

Qi Ming took a hot shower and lay comfortably on the bed, the smell of alcohol was still evaporating between his mouth and nose. He still felt that the 10,000 yuan he earned from selling cracking games would not be told to his parents for the time being. After all, this is a trait ball, and it is more troublesome to solve the subsequent problems.

After a few days, Qi Ming gave himself a vacation. He slept until he woke up naturally every day, and then went out after eating a few bites of food. He mainly ran to the technology market. During this period, he bought some blank CDs and sent them to the aviation building. After all, when he was burning, the funds were short of funds, and it was all up to the face of Uncle Yang. He then dug up the corner of civil aviation and burned a thousand CDs without spending a penny.

Qi Ming knew that this kind of advantage could not be taken. So the first time I made money, I made up for more than a thousand blank CDs and personally sent them there.

In addition to the technology market, the most popular place Qi Ming has been to these days is the computer room. Liu Shanshi's business should be quite smooth. Basically, Zhongzhou City has installed some computer room machines on those six games.

Qi Ming is still confident. After all, these six games are all classic games. However, in that era, information was underdeveloped and the Internet speed was too slow. These games took time to become popular.

Half of Life is the most popular game, almost Zhongzhou computer room, as long as it has a certain scale, Qi Ming almost went in and took a look. Almost everyone was playing Half of Life, followed by "Tomb Raider" and "Resident Evil".

At that time, the computer room was not called an Internet cafe, and the concept of Baoye had just taken shape, but even so, there were still many Internet-addicted teenagers who were obsessed with "Half-Life". They devoted themselves to it and wanted to pass the plot.

In the blink of an eye, the summer heat is gradually fading in the second half of August. September is approaching, and once September passes, you have to go to Shanghai.

During this period, Yang Yifu came to Qi Ming’s house, one to find Qi Daxun to drink and brag, and the other to ask his daughter Yang Mo to bring gifts to Qi Ming.

It was a carefully packaged gift box. It seemed that Yang Mo had selected it for a long time and wrote a message to wish Qi Ming himself.

After lifting the box, there is a Sony D-777 portable CD inside. The overall color is gray and the corners are rounded. It is also an original imported machine. At that time, let alone China, even in Xiangjiang or Baodao, this Sony classic series can be regarded as a trendy thing.

In addition, there is also a CD, which is Bob Dylan's 1997 album "Timeoutofmind".

"Qi Ming, you have to thank you Sister Mo, this thing is not cheap." Dai Lijuan said.

"I'm sure I'll thank you." Qi Ming said, and ran back to his house, then took out a big bag, "This is all for me, Sister Mo. This bag contains pig trotters with water, which are braised. I specially asked someone to vacuum packaging and keep the original flavor as much as possible. But try not to keep it for too long, it's best to find someone to send it in the next few days. Anyway, you are also guarding the civil aviation building, so it's still easy to ask a captain and stewardess to deliver something."

Yang Yifu touched her belly and couldn't stop smiling.

He knew that his daughter had been talking on the phone before, saying that she couldn't get used to eating food in the south, so she wanted to eat the Hula soup and braised noodles from her hometown, and the famous Hushui pig trotters in the suburbs of Zhongzhou.

In Yang Mo's words, there are too many things I can't eat in a foreign land. Every night when I feel greedy, I toss and turn, and my head is full of these.

"A few days ago, Sister Mo was still muttering, but you were ready." Yang Yifu said, carrying the pack of pig's trotters, and they were all vacuum-packed. "Xu Shui is less than 30 kilometers away from here. You have run a lot of distances, right?"

"A small matter." Qi Ming smiled.

"I'm interested, I'm interested." As Yang Yifu said that, he rubbed Qi Ming's hair into a mess again, muttering while rubbing, "Godsson and son-in-law, you must choose one of these two identities sooner or later. But you are not in a hurry. Anyway, you have just started college and wait for your Sister Mo to graduate and work for a few years, and it's not too late to talk to you."

I've been tired of being a godson since I was a child, but no matter whether Yang Yifu says he is worried about being a son-in-law or not, Qi Ming mostly laughs over it.

Time is like this day by day, sunrise and sunset, and it is spent in a dull manner.

On this day, Qi Ming followed Fang Wenjin to Zhongzhou University on Taoyuan Road for the last time.

Fang Wenjin wants to say goodbye to his friends in the English corner, while Qi Ming wants to go to Zhongzhou University again. When he meets Li Zhiheng, some things have to be completed quickly before reporting.

This time I didn’t go in the cafeteria, but I was touched in a cold drink shop outside Zhongda University.

It has been two weeks since the first meeting, and the two have met several times during this period. Li Zhiheng did not disappoint Qi Ming's high hopes and made a "work" that satisfies him based on the contents of Qi Ming's sketchbook.

Li Zhiheng should be the kind of person who is familiar with each other again. This time he is as cramped and nervous as he met for the first time, and occasionally makes a few jokes.

The two of them jokingly said a few politely, and Qi Ming first went straight to the point, "How is our subsequent work progressing?"

Li Zhiheng scratched his head, "It's quite complicated, but don't worry about my skills. Just give me some time and you can complete all the things you want."

As if he expected the other party to say this, Qi Ming smiled and took out five hundred dollars and put them on the table: "How long does it take?"

"A month ago."

Qi Ming added five more pictures.

“A week.”

"No, I'm not waiting for time." Qi Ming added ten pictures this time.

"Three days! Only three days, and I will give you the finished product in three days."

"Okay, please feel free." Qi Ming gave a thumbs up with his left hand, but his right hand was lightning-fast and quickly took back the two thousand pieces on the table in the blink of an eye.

Li Zhiheng:???
Chapter completed!