Huang Danmo ||A few strokes of his fingers. If we look at the real world, it is on the road from the community to home. We have to cross the past world, which happened several lifetimes ago.

"I know you're doubting something, you can't be wrong."

Song Min put away the dishes and chopsticks, "Young Master, go to the living room to rest."

Huang Dan was sure that the butler was angry. He glanced at him but said nothing.

The prerequisite for asking someone to come to your house is to know where the person is and whether he is there. Huang Shanyi knows nothing at present.

The classmate reunion was at 3:00 pm, and it was only 8:00 am. The group was chatting in the dark, cosmetics, projects, real estate, stocks, luxury accessories, families, pets, children... everything was chatting about.

I don’t know who started the first thing, but threw out the little thing about first love. In the gaps of various emoticons, I laughed at each other for whom I was crazy about.

When Huang Dan opened the group, the group was chatting, and two women were talking about him unscrupulously, not caring about him as the client at all.

Those people changed the group's business card to their real names. Huang Dan looked at it and only one or two of them had the upper account, and the others didn't know who was who.

Qian Meng: The young master’s love letters can be sold by pound. If I were him, I would pack all the love letters in sacks and sell them after graduation. I could even sell a cup of milk tea.

Chen Yan: People who have never written love letters do not know how difficult it is to write love letters. Really, if there is a typo, you have to throw it away and rewrite it. After writing, you will check it several times. It is much more serious than writing essays, and you will even read it stupidly.

Qian Meng: That's not, no one has done this back then.

Chen Yan: The young master probably hasn't opened a love letter and read it. How pitiful the people who fall in love with him are not as good as him. They are not as good as him in their grades. They finally muster up the courage to confess their love and be rejected. Being hit is a trivial matter. Maybe they can leave psychological trauma and feel inferior to their bones. Fortunately, I have my big baby.

Qian Meng: Dabao? I still see you every day. I don’t know who changed Zhuangzi and Confucius’ face to the young master. When I was in class, I was so eager to see him.

Chen Yan threw a poop emoticon: I'm going to die, you're going to die, wait, see you in the afternoon!

A few deeply touched people appeared in the group. They did not laugh at Chen Yan, but recalled each other's dreams when they were young. Each punctuation mark had a sense of "being both fell into the world".

The man couldn't stand it and said sourly that the young master had anything to do. He cried at any time. Isn't it just that he was a little more beautiful and better at studying? What's the big deal?

There are a few outstanding people who call themselves the boss, and they say that they will see where the young master is, where he lives, and what his car is. They obviously want to take the opportunity to show off their power, but there is no resentment, and there must be resentment. The person they like chased behind the other person's butt, but they were treated as air. How can they not complain?

Classmate reunions are not present every year, and the young master is even more like a dragon and never sees his head. It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to catch him. He will never let him go easily, and he will not give up without getting him drunk.

The group was flooded with the girls' emoticons "I won't talk, I'll just watch you show off quietly."

Wu Fang: Young Master is not going to be peeping frequently, right?

This time everyone had the same idea and said that it was impossible, so don't worry.

They won't believe it even if they beat them to death, because the parties involved are really peeking.

Huang Dan picked up the wine glass and took a sip of red wine, and swiped his fingertips on the phone screen. He changed. Now he actually watched such a nutritious group chat. He was obviously wasting time, but he still watched it.

The phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number. I didn’t answer the yellow order. I went to answer the second time. "Hey."

There was no sound on the other end.

Huang Dan looked at the phone screen and showed that he was on the phone. He asked again, but he still had no emotional voice, "Who are you looking for?"

The beep sound came into my ears and the other party hung up.

Huang Dan didn't care, just thought that someone had answered wrongly. He used to clearing the call records, threw his phone on the sofa, and went to the study to find a book and lie in the corner to read it.

Song Min looked at the phone on the sofa and didn't touch it. He took the vacuum cleaner to clean it.

Huang Dan was looking at the book when he suddenly heard a sound. He immediately put down the book and walked out of the study room. He saw the man cleaning up the glass fragments on the ground.

Song Min said, "The cup is broken, don't come over at the young master."

Huang Dan didn't leave, and stood there and watched the man sweep the pieces into the dustpan one by one. He was strange, why did he think he was worried? He hadn't come back last night yet.

Song Min cleaned up very carefully and even moved the sofa away, for fear that there would be a small piece that didn't notice.

Huang Dan's cell phone rang again. He was a colleague of the firm. He walked towards the study and discussed with the other end about the modification of the drawings.

After dinner, Huang Dan slept for half an hour. He looked at the time, washed his face and prepared to set off.

When he came back last night, Huang Dan was still at home. He thought to himself that the time travel journey should be over, life still needs to continue, and work is busy. He just took on a project and may have to go on a business trip next month.

It's good to be busy and don't have time to think about it.

Huang Dan's thoughts were regained, and a cup of warm water had already reached the bottom. He put the cup on the table, and his head hurt a little, maybe he had a cold.

Song Min took out the suit that had been ironed flat and handed it over, "Young master, do you need to measure a warmth?"

"I haven't had a fever, I'll get better after I come back and sleep."

Huang Dan changed into a suit and stood in front of the dressing mirror and buttoned one by one. After buttoning the top, he neatly took the collar of his shirt and took the tie handed over by the butler.

Song Min smoothed the subtle folds on his neckline for him, "Young Master is back for dinner tonight?"

Huang Dan said, "Come back."

An old classmate said on the phone that he would play all night at night, but he couldn't do it and couldn't get crazy.

Song Min went to the balcony to take the leather shoes, put the insoles in it, and made sure that they were spread out, so he squatted down and put them on.

Huang Dan looked at the man's bent back, "When I was three or four years old, you hugged me on my lap to help me put my shoes on. When I was a teenager, you squatted to help me put my shoes on. Now I'm thirty in two months. You still put my shoes on me. You have been treating me as a child, and I won't grow up."

Song Min did not respond, as if this was a matter of course.

Huang Shan waited for the man to stand up and straightened his body. When he was one head taller than himself, he raised his hand and touched the other party's sideburns, "You are old."

Song Min put the coat on the young man.

Huang Dan saw him tidy up his coat for himself, pursed his lips and said, "I thought life should be clear and successful. Until now, I realized that I had many things that were not doing well. I would see you every morning and evening, but I didn't even know when you were old."

Song Min listened to the young man's reflection tone and slightly aroused his forehead. It was not relief, but anger, as if he was extremely disgusted with the person who taught the other party to grow up. He opened the door for the other party without saying a word.

“Driving slowly on the road.”

Huang Dan put his chin in his scarf and went out with the car key in his hand, "I'll come back to cook in the evening."

The door was closed, and Song Min still stood still, not coming back for a long time.

Just when Huang Dan drove his car out of the community, an old classmate's Weibo updated. The photo shows a large rose garden, and behind it is a castle, with three words: I'm here.

The group was reporting on the itinerary, where they left, how long will it take to arrive? If you have arrived or not, the Weibo post suddenly became a furious and they were talking about the one who came back from abroad.

Maybe it was the friendship in teenagers, which was different from those who came into contact after work. Without those concerns and calculations, they were all blind and careless. I really didn't expect that the gangster who was the top three in the year and who was the first to fight and skip classes would transform into a hot golden bachelor after many years.

Or why is there a saying that thirty years from Hedong and thirty years from Hexi? This is only a little more than one-tenth of the thirty years, and a huge change has taken place.

However, the Weibo owner did not respond much. He seemed to be just bored and posted a Weibo post casually.

On weekends, there was a bit of traffic jam on the road.

Huang Dan was waiting for the red light at the intersection, and the song "Ten Years" was placed in the car. His mood was indescribable. He thought about it and turned it off, for fear that an accident would occur inadvertently, harming others and oneself.

Everyone made an appointment to gather in the teahouse for afternoon tea, and then went to the following program. Some brought their families, and some went with the mentality of rekindling their old love, each with their own thoughts.

Half an hour later, Huang Dan parked his car on the side of the road. He got out and walked towards the supermarket not far ahead.

There are very few people in supermarkets, only two or three wandering in front of the shelves, either because of difficulty in choosing or buying or not.

When buying things on yellow, he always thinks about it first. He buys it directly and leaves. He will not waste time when choosing. He went to the supermarket and got the bottle of mineral water, a bottle of green tea, a box of chewing gum he wanted. He took a fifty-year note from his wallet.

The salesperson at the counter was a little girl, and she asked if she needed a bag.

Huang Dan said he wanted one.

The little girl put water and chewing gum into a bag. She took the fifty banknotes and pinched them with her hands to determine the authenticity. After waiting, she lowered her head and looked for a handful of change in the drawer.

Huang Dan lowered his eyes and answered it. He was not the little girl's coquettish voice in his ears, but a bass. "This is ten thousand. As long as you catch Director Nie's indecent behavior within a month, you can tell me as soon as possible that half of the matter will be done."

With that sound, Huang Dan had something in his hand, not a handful of change, but a long-shaped thing wrapped in a newspaper.

Huang Dan was stunned.

He thought he would not travel through time again, but he didn't expect there would be any more.

"Why, I haven't seen so much money?"

The man in a dark purple suit folded his legs and a cigar in his hand. "Do it well, do things beautifully, keep your mouth in good condition, don't be stupid, everyone is in peace, this money can make you walk around in T City for a while."

Huang Dan's obscene swept around and found himself in a car. Perhaps out of confidentiality, the driver in front was not there, and except for him, there was only the man in the suit around him.

A pain on the back of his hand, and Huang Dan's nerve endings trembled suddenly.

The man used his hand to crush the cigar heavily, "The elders at home did not educate you. Don't let the elders go astray when they talk to you?"

Huang Dan's hand shrank, and the place where the cigar burned was so hot that he cried.

When the man saw the young man crying, he was stunned for a few seconds, looked bored, raised his hand and waved it like a fly, "Get down with the money!"

As soon as Huang Dan opened the car door and got out of the car, the driver not far away was called back, and Audi next to him left.

The intense pain made Huang Dan unable to think. He walked under the sycamore tree and squatted. The blue veins on his neck were protruding, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't stop crying. It hurt so much.

A young woman was passing by on a bicycle. She stopped when she saw this, "Comrade, what's wrong with you? Is it important?"

Huang Dan shook his head and said it didn't matter.

The young woman touched her coat and handed a handkerchief over, "Look at you, your nose is coming out, wipe it."

Huang Dan didn't dislike him either. He took the handkerchief and thanked him, so he turned his head to twist his nose.

The young woman leaned on her bicycle and reached out to sort out her shoulder-length short hair, curiously looking at the young man who was still crying. After looking closely, she felt a little familiar. When she looked at it again, she recognized that she was the youngest of the Chen family.

This man has no ability and will cause trouble. Not only did his elder brother lose the quota from the Red Star Factory, but his second sister was also laughed at in the art troupe for a while.
To be continued...