Jing Gao's hometown is Haizhou City, Sujiang Province, and he lives in an old community at No. 11 Yanhe Road.
At about seven o'clock in the evening on Monday, April 18, Jing's father and Jing's mother received a call from Jing Gao while they were having dinner.
The mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles.
As soon as Dad Jing answered the phone, Mom Jing came over and asked. Dad Jing put his cell phone on speakerphone and placed it on the dining table, when Jing Gao's voice happened to come from inside.
"Dad, have you eaten?"
"You and your mother are eating together. Xiao Gao, why did you call me back on Monday? Did something happen?"
When parents receive a call from their sons, their first reaction is always to want to help them with something. The feelings are sincere and simple.
In the capital city, Jing Gao was on the balcony, looking at the night view of thousands of houses with lights, and there seemed to be a hint of warmth coming from the current.
So hometown is always the root!
There are parents there, and there are unforgettable childhood memories!
"Well, there is something wrong. Dad, Mom, I just resigned and now I am starting a business with a friend..."
Jing Gao responded to his parents' "cross-examination" word for word. He has been alone in Beijing for nine years. He changed jobs before and did not notify his parents specifically for fear that they would worry. They wait until the job is stable before saying anything.
Thanks to his past "operations", his parents believed that he now had a stable job and a good income, so they accepted him to transfer 2,000 to his family.
After hanging up the phone, Jing Gao looked back at the quartz wall clock in the living room. It was already about 8:20. I often forget that time flies by, and I am very good at compiling new words.
Jing Gao exhaled softly. After some hard talk, his parents finally allowed him to transfer some money back to support the family.
He originally planned to go home for a visit on May Day. Now we have to wait. He wants to let the performance of his "startup company" ferment, and then go back to change the living conditions at home. He has to play drums for the family from time to time.
In fact, my cousin who studies at Beijing Institute of Technology is a very good “eyewitness”. Just now, his mother told him to visit his cousin when he had time.
But his cousin actually didn't like him very much. One is a 211 or 985 university. One is a second college. This comes from the disdain of top students towards bad students, a contempt that comes from the bottom of their hearts without any impurities.
Jing Gao thought for a while, sent a WeChat message to his cousin as usual, and then went down to throw out the trash.
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At eight or nine o'clock at night, the nightlife in the capital has not even started yet. The community of Vanke Economic and Trade Mansion is quite quiet.
The bright moon hangs high, and the moonlight is like water.
After Jing Gao threw away the garbage at the door of the corridor, he happened to meet an old man on the same floor. He said hello and took the elevator upstairs together, "Hello, old man."
The old man was wearing a Tang suit, cloth shoes, glasses, and a cane. He looked very stylish. Intellectuals!
Next to him was a beautiful woman wearing a pink and white printed cheongsam. Can't tell the age. She has a graceful and elegant Republic of China retro hairstyle, and her curves are graceful and graceful, with an elegant and quiet intellectual charm.
"Look, how polite the young man is now." The old man smiled happily and said to the beautiful woman beside him, and then introduced to Jing Gao: "This is Zhuo Jing."
I go.
Jing Gao didn't know how to complain. This quiet and elegant woman cannot be over forty years old at most. And his neighbor is probably at least sixty years old. How do you drive this car?
There should be the Lich King singing "One Cut Plum" here.
Thinking about it in his heart, Jing Gao still had some skills in nourishing qi. He smiled and nodded to the beautiful woman with outstanding appearance, "Hello."
The beautiful woman nodded politely.
Arrive at the 20th floor and say goodbye at the elevator entrance. Jing Gao closed the door and went to the study to read and write in his diary.
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In the early morning, the sun shines on the bushes in the community, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The shadows between the floors are a bit cool.
Jing Gao exercised on the treadmill at home for half an hour and took a shower. Xiaohe has already bought breakfast from the cafeteria of the University of Trade and Economics.
Porridge, milk, eggs, a fried dough stick, and soup dumplings.
Jing Gao was sitting in the spacious restaurant eating breakfast, and Xiao He, who still had some acne on his face, reported the situation.
"Mr. Jing, Sister Qiao has bought Caesar Binney's gramophone. There are also many classic vinyl discs. The TV in the living room has been replaced by a Xiaomi TV. The membership registration is completed and you can choose the video programs you want to watch.
In addition, the PS game console, drawing board, paint, etc. you want have all arrived. The cleaning lady comes to clean every two days. "
Jing Gao doesn't care about these trivial matters in life. While eating breakfast, I felt a little emotional. No wonder the rich like to live in villas.
For example: he needs a recreation room, a lawn to play football with, a bathroom, a swimming pool, and a garage. He also needs to reserve rooms for bodyguards, nannies, and drivers.
Living in a stairwell seems almost unreasonable. I have to let Xiao Qiao see if any of the villas in Jingzhong are for sale.
Well, a high-end residence like a courtyard house also needs one.
Look at my swell! Start picking and choosing houses in Beijing.
Jing Gao smiled to himself and said approvingly to Xiao He: "Yes. You've worked hard."
Xiao He quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no."
With Jing Gao's emotional intelligence, he can immediately tell that the little girl is a very responsible person. Xiao Qiao's recruitment skills are good.
After breakfast, I took my backpack with me, took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot, and drove the red Ferrari to Beijing Sports University. I called Xiao Qiao on the way and arranged various things.
In the final analysis, Zhongrun Company serves him.
After arriving at Beijing Sports University, coach Fan first took Jing Gao to do warm-up exercises, and then practiced shooting alone for half an hour. Then take Igao to the No. 1 football field across the road. There happens to be a group of boys playing small games here.
Coach Fan called the leading boy over, "Xu Junzhe, is what I told you yesterday okay?"
Xu Junzhe took a cut and looked at the tall and thin man, 1.83 meters tall. He smiled and showed two front teeth. His voice was a little hoarse and he said: "Teacher Fan, we have no problem. But we are afraid of being kicked. Forgot to feed him the ball.”
Coach Fan laughed and scolded: "You kid! I'll treat everyone to eat Sichuan food and drink wine at Dongshun Building at noon. If you want to go, just feed me the ball."
"Okay."
When Xu Junzhe ran back and said, there was a burst of cheers on the field, "Teacher Fan is very particular."
Jinggao was assigned to a team with a group of junior players. The seven-a-side small field is a standard football field divided in half. The general formation is 33. Igao was assigned to the center position.
Football keeps feeding Igao.
Bang bang bang!
Igao tried various ways to shoot.
The one guarding Jing Gao on the opposite side was a fat man, 1.88 meters tall. After resisting Jing Gao until he lost his position, he fell to the ground and said with a smile: "Brother, you can't do this. Your feet are soft and fluttery." of."
You can't be "Ruan Xiaoer" in life.
Jing Gao was speechless at the fat man's complaints.
At this time, a clear cry suddenly came from outside the venue, "Jinggao, come on!"
