When Song Wenbin drove all the way to the Minzu University in S City, he was frightened by the traffic at the gate of the school. There were many more cars at the Minzu University this time than the last time he came to pick up Sutina.
Song Wenbin originally wanted to find a place to park at the school gate, but with the amount of traffic, all available parking spaces were full. Song Wenbin wanted to drive his car into the school again, but the old guard at the school gate refused to let him drive in. He only said that he was not allowed to enter this year.
This put Song Wenbin in a difficult position. He had no choice but to call Su Tina.
After the call was connected, Song Wenbin couldn't help complaining: "I can't get in at all. The guard won't let me in at your school, and the car can't stop."
"Don't move. I'll pick you up right away. Are you driving?"
"Yes, a gray BYD."
Song Wenbin said.
"Okay." Sutina hung up the phone.
Song Wenbin gave the guard a cigarette, and after some coaxing, he parked the car under the shade of a tree on the side of the road and waited anxiously.
After waiting for a while, Huo Yu, wearing a loose shirt and Martin boots, walked out of the school gate. She wore sunglasses and a hat, her head lowered, and she looked very low-key.
However, Song Wenbin still recognized her at a glance from her iconic gait. He sat in the car and waved to Huo Yu.
Huo Yu skillfully got into the passenger seat and said, "Stop inside."
"The old man won't let me," Song Wenbin said.
"I brought my pass." Huo Yu picked up a small sign in his hand.
Sure enough, when he drove over again this time, Huo Yu showed the sign, and the old man immediately let him go.
After entering the school, Song Wenbin slowed down even more. He didn't come in last time when he came to the National People's University. This time, thanks to Huo Yu's command, he was able to find the way to the administration building.
Along the way, Song Wenbin saw many young and beautiful college students, some men and women in bachelor's uniforms, standing in the school's pillared porch and taking pictures. I even saw some media and reporters holding microphones, standing in the bustling university campus, filming and interviewing.
Song Wenbin had never gone to college, so naturally he had not experienced these things. These scenes were novel to him.
"It's nothing good to see, and I haven't worn it either." Huo Yu suddenly comforted him in a confused manner.
"Why haven't you worn it? I mean, if you can win the world championship, you can go to any university you want." Song Wenbin looked outside and said.
"At the time, the coach did say that if I won the Olympic gold medal, he would let me choose any college. I later retired and no longer had this kind of treatment. But even if I didn't retire, I wouldn't go to a place like this. It's too boring."
"That's easy to say." Song Wenbin muttered.
"I know you think so too, big anchor."
Huo Yu said lazily. She took off her baseball cap, brushed her hair, relaxed her chair, and put her feet on the airbag.
Song Wenbin actually didn't think much about it. After he became a host and gathered fans, he no longer envied college students.
In fact, while driving, Song Wenbin didn't pay much attention to the scenery outside the car. He couldn't help but glance in the rearview mirror inside the car. Huo Yu wore very delicate makeup today. His face was very white and his lips were red. , looks very beautiful, especially with her current lazy and relaxed posture, it looks very stylish.
Huo Yu was giving Song Wenbin directions. When he saw him looking at him, he turned his head and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Song Wenbin quickly retracted his eyes: "Did you put on makeup today?
"Nonsense, I don't wear makeup when attending my friend's graduation ceremony?"
Huo Yu pulled down his sunglasses and squinted at Song Wenbin, "Does it look good?"
"It's...it's okay...?" Song Wenbin said bravely.
"Don't like it?" Huo Yu asked with a smile.
"No...no..."
Song Wenbin quickly changed the subject, "There are also cars here."
He pointed to the administrative building and asked. As expected, the administrative building was full of cars and there were no parking spaces at all.
"No, you park in the back. There is an underground garage for faculty and staff in the back. My car is parked there," Huo Yu said.
"You are really capable." Song Wenbin said, "You can find shortcuts wherever you go."
"What are you chirping over there?" Huo Yu said, "I can tell you, people at the National People's Congress are very concerned about this graduation ceremony and have invited many, many people to come. As Su Tina's colleague, I am naturally also invited. ”
"No one invited me." Song Wenbin muttered.
"Who asked you to act like a bastard as soon as you returned to China? You didn't come to the company or talk in the group. I pushed you several times in the group, but you didn't reply. We thought you had received the message, but I didn't know about the school until I came to school today. No one here has added you on WeChat at all.”
Song Wenbin was a little embarrassed: "That's it..."
That shitty company group just likes him all the time. If there is really a mission, it doesn't matter. There is no mission. What Aite does is all trivial things, such as office punch-in reminders and poster cover refinements. Feedback, what kind of fan welfare feedback plan, and there are three people in this kind of Aite, one Aite, and Sutina is very active in this kind of thing. She is the first to reply excitedly every time, and there are endless opinions. There is no need for him to do it. Song Wenbin immediately blocked that group, otherwise his phone would be vibrating at night.
He drove into the underground garage, but there were not many places in the underground garage today. Song Wenbin finally found a place. Before he could park, a stretched black Mercedes-Benz S-Class executive sedan drove over and honked at him. .
When Song Wenbin saw the other person honking his horn, he stopped to ignore him, but the other person honked the horn several more times without mercy.
Song Wenbin was unhappy, because he was the one who found the parking space first, so he would not give in just because the other party drove an S-class. His only worry was that the parking space here was reserved in advance by others. After all, this was a faculty and staff garage, so he pulled the car. He opened the door and walked out, knocking on the window of the Mercedes-Benz.
The window was pressed down, and the driver Song Wenbin said: "Brother, is this parking space reserved by you?"
The old man said nothing and looked directly at him.
Song Wenbin said: "If it is reserved, I will give it to you. If not, I will come first..."
Before he finished speaking, he stared at the driver in the car with wide eyes.
The appearance of the person driving in the car was actually familiar to him. When he took a closer look, he realized that his calling me brother was not in vain, because the person in the car was really his cousin, Song Cheng.
Before he could be surprised, the back door of the car was pushed open, and someone more familiar stood up and said, "This is the faculty's garage. How did you students drive your car in?"
Song Wenbin couldn't believe he was familiar with the bossy tone. It was actually his cheap uncle Song Weimin.
He never expected to meet his uncle and brother here. In shock, he asked: "Uncle, why are you... why are you here?"
Song Weimin also wanted to educate this unruly student, but when he took a closer look, the unattractive guy in front of him was not a school student. Although he looked very young, he was his nephew. It was well known that his useless nephew would not be able to go to college.
"You???" Song Weimin was also shocked after recognizing the nephew in front of him: "Why are you here?"
"I...I...came to see my friend..."
Song Wenbin stammered.
"Meeting a friend?" Song Weimin didn't understand. With a straight face, he scolded in a low voice: "Why did you park your car here to see a friend? This is a faculty position."
"Oh." Song Wenbin was not in the habit of confronting his uncle, so he subconsciously moved the car.
But halfway through, he felt something was wrong. I came first.
"Uncle, what are you doing here?" he turned around and asked.
The door of the S-class car clicked softly. Song Cheng got out of the car, adjusted his shawl, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and said calmly: "My chairman is the dean of the financial management department of this school. I Send him here today, what do you think?"
Song Wenbin suddenly realized it and quickly said with a smile: "No wonder, no wonder, what a coincidence, I'll move away right now."
"Hurry up."
Song Cheng ordered in a low voice.
But as soon as Song Wenbin turned around, the BYD parked next to the parking space automatically parked into the parking space, as if this broken car had an automatic parking system installed.
Song Wenbin was stunned, and Song Cheng was also stunned.
It turned out to be Huo Yu. Countless driving trips and various accidents had allowed her to develop amazing driving skills. She sat in the passenger seat and leaned over to park the car by herself.
After parking the car, she clapped her hands and got out of the car. She came to Song Wenbin and said puzzledly: "What are you standing for? Get up."
"this…"
Song Wenbin looked at Song Cheng a little embarrassed. He really wanted to give up his parking space to his brother's boss and didn't want to make it difficult for him.
But at a glance, Song Cheng's eyes were spinning on Huo Yu's face as if attracted by a magnet. For a moment, I forgot to breathe.
At this time, uncle Song Weimin came around with a puzzled look on his face, looked at Huo Yuchi and asked Song Wenbin: "Who is this? Who is your partner?"
Huo Yu smiled and said nothing.
"Colleague." Song Wenbin quickly defended.
"What...colleague...?" Song Cheng murmured.
Seeing his brother's appearance, Song Wenbin couldn't help waving his hands in front of his eyes and said, "Brother, you don't usually watch variety shows."
Song Cheng came back to his senses and glanced at Song Wenbin. He saw that his younger brother was wearing a wrinkled gray shirt, rustic khaki pants under the shirt, and worn sneakers on his feet. What was even more outrageous was that there were stains on the pants and shoes. Unknown white spots, pure migrant worker clothes. But this beauty's dress is very satisfying. The Japanese looseness has a cool temperament, and the exquisite makeup makes her look like a girl from an anime. Of course, no matter how you think about it, this kind of woman cannot be at the same level as his cheap cousin, and she is almost as good as his boss.
"I don't watch variety shows, I don't have time."
He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, adjusted his straight dress, stepped forward gracefully, stretched out his hand, and said politely: "Hello, Song Cheng, this is Dean Hou's car."
Huo Yu didn't shake hands. He just put his hands in his sleeves and breathed. He laughed and said, "You are blocking other people's doors."
Song Cheng was reminded and quickly retracted his hand and moved out of the way. The driver's seat back door was pushed open, and another little old man with gray hair came out.
As soon as the little old man came out, his uncle Song Weimin hurriedly walked to him and said, "It's a small trouble, it's okay."
After the old man got out of the car, he looked Song Wenbin up and down and asked Song Cheng: "This is..."
Song Cheng glanced at the broken BYD behind Song Wenbin and his lowly attire, and said nothing.
Song Wenbin was smarter and said, "Hello, Dean, we are from outside the school and are here to find a friend."
The dean and Song Wenbin didn't know each other, so he just nodded and said to Song Cheng: "I'll go up first. The boss will urge me. You park the car and get up." After that, he looked at Song Weimin: "Old district chief?" "
Song Weimin said: "I'll wait a moment."
After the dean left, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Although the boss didn't say anything, Song Cheng was a little annoyed that the parking space was occupied and he still hadn't asked for it back. He looked at his brother with disgust and said angrily: "What are you doing? Don't you have such a little sight? You're so stupid. All."
Song Wenbin hadn't seen him for a year. When his cousin came up, he scolded him and said displeasedly: "Why didn't you see that I came first, so you forced yourself to squeeze in?"
"You are still not convinced that you are stupid. No wonder you have been banned. But be careful. Do you know what level Dean Hou is?"
"Tiled Douluo." Song Wenbin said.
Huo Yu burst out laughing.
Song Cheng only felt that Song Wenbin was hopeless, and he felt disgusted at just one glance.
"Don't be so angry, Song Cheng."
It was the uncle who stood up and said in an old-fashioned way: "We are all close brothers. We need to communicate more. Ah, we haven't spent the Chinese New Year together this year. It's not easy to meet each other, isn't it?"
Even close brothers, we really hate the cold. Song Wenbin thought to himself, the biggest advantage of spending the New Year in Guangdong this year is that he doesn't have to go to his uncle's house to socialize. Thank God, he doesn't have to listen to Song Cheng bragging about how much money he made this year.
"Yes, yes, uncle said so."
Song Wenbin nodded and said.
Although he saw her occasionally on the road, but seeing his nephew's confused and dissatisfied look, Song Weimin couldn't help but educate him earnestly: "You didn't even do the job at the telecommunications company that I arranged for you last time. Oh, how much family resources were wasted. You If you really can't continue in that line of work, don't be embarrassed to speak up. Tell your brother and I will ask your brother to make arrangements for you. Isn't it better than you working for your old man in the sunset industry?"
Song Wenbin raised his eyebrows: "That's right."
Seeing a beautiful woman standing beside him, Song Cheng deliberately showed off his high value and said: "My company's affairs are not that easy to do. The people under me with the lowest academic qualifications are all graduate students from key universities."
"It is normal for private equity funds to have high thresholds." Song Wenbin agreed.
Unlike his brother Song Cheng, who didn't understand him at all, Song Wenbin's ears were calloused from what his parents said. Private equity fund manager, earning tens of millions a year, self-taught Ph.D. in economics.
As he spoke, he looked at Huo Yu and introduced: "This is the manager of Yongying Wealth Management Company..."
"I'm a partner, thank you." Song Cheng emphasized very sensitively.
"I'm going up." Huo Yu said impatiently, "Can you leave?"
"Let's go." Song Wenbin said, "I'm sorry, uncle, brother, I'll go up first."
"Hey...you..."
Song Weimin was very unhappy and worried about his nephew's future. He even pushed Dean Hou just to give him some advice. But I didn't expect that this guy would leave before I even said a few words. It was the same as the last time I had dinner at his house. He was really getting more and more unmotivated.
"Okay, dad, stop talking, mud can't hold up the wall."
Song Cheng said: "He should have listened long ago."
…
Song Wenbin walked in front and listened to the conversation coming from behind, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue at Huo Yu in embarrassment.
Huo Yu seemed not surprised and asked, "Are those two your family members?"
"Yes." Song Wenbin sighed. Although he was very reluctant to admit it, it was indeed true.
"That's enough." Huo Yu commented.
Song Wenbin sweats soybeans.
"Didn't you tell them?" Huo Yu asked again, "They seem to have no idea about you."
"Tell them what?"
"It's work." Huo Yu was surprised.
"Why should I tell them?" Song Wenbin was even more surprised.
"Isn't it normal to tell your family? You know, Sutina's whole family came to attend her graduation ceremony. They all watched this show. When I just met her parents, the most asked question was When will you come? They all know you and know what you do, but your own family members don’t know?"
Song Wenbin had no expression on his face after hearing these words, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Yes, why don't you say it yourself.
Thinking about it, even his uncle and brother don't really want him to live a good life. It would be best to live forever, but not as good as them.
"People are different."
Song Wenbin said calmly: "Relatives can also be jealous, and relatives can also compare themselves. There is no need for me to make them feel uncomfortable."
"Why don't you make them feel uncomfortable? You should make them feel uncomfortable." Huo Yu said perversely.
"What?"
"Since they have no love for you, why do you want to satisfy their pathetic vanity? Why not tear up these disguises as soon as possible and go back to the place where you really...really love you."
Song Wenbin looked at Huo Yu's serious face and fell silent.
After a long time, he replied: "I have already done this. I just don't want to do it so fiercely. He is my father's biological brother..."
Seeing Song Wenbin's appearance, Huo Yu shrugged and said, "It's up to you. I'm just giving you an opinion. After all, we're just colleagues. Colleagues shouldn't point fingers at another colleague's housework, right?"
