Beautiful woman in BMW car

  "?" Zhao Gang waited for the other party to continue speaking.

  "Wu Xin is getting married tomorrow..." Yang Dongwen said cautiously, staring closely at Zhao Gan's expression.

  "Oh." Zhao Gang responded faintly and asked after a moment: "With whom?"

  "Zhu Shijie." Yang Dongwen's voice was somewhat chilly, "Three years ago that kid had already set his sights on Wu Xin, didn't expect that as soon as you left the two of them would get together."

  Zhao Gan nodded and shouted loudly at the front desk of the restaurant: "Waiter, can you hurry up with the dishes!"

  "What...!!?"

  "It's nothing." Zhao waved his hand, "For this kind of heartless and money-loving woman, only the me three years ago would be stupid enough to guard her like that."

  Zhao Gan didn't want to say more, poured himself another full cup of wine and drank it down by himself.

  Yang Dongwen let out a soft sigh, and when it came to Zhao Gan's affairs, no one understood more than him.

  Zhao Gan and Wu Xin had been together since high school. Zhao Gan's original college entrance exam score was enough to get into Pingjin University, but for Wu Xin, he also went to Pingjin Polytechnic, wasting more than 40 points. He didn't get scolded by his family for this matter, but at that time, Zhao Gan didn't care about it and thought it was worth it. However, when they got to college, the world suddenly became colorful, and Wu Xin also indulged in a life of luxury, secretly going out with rich playboys to high-end bars behind Zhao Gan's back, and hiding bouquet after bouquet of flowers in her dorm room...

  At first, Zhu Shijie was one of the most enthusiastic among these rich young masters.

  But Zhao Gan didn't know these things, he was still holding on to his naive and childish thoughts - which woman doesn't love money, which man isn't lustful, as long as Wu Xin didn't leave him it was enough.

  In fact, during those years in college, Wu Xin never left him either, perhaps for fear of being condemned by his conscience.

  Perhaps due to the intoxication, Zhao Gan's eyes were somewhat blurry, and he uttered a sentence that made Yang Dongwen's face change greatly: "You probably know something about what happened three years ago. After I escaped from the police, I was inexplicably tracked down by a group of underworld people. It was Wu Xin who sold my whereabouts to those underworld people and received 30,000 yuan."

  "!", Yang Dongwen's anger suddenly appeared, and he really didn't know about this matter.

  "Then, Yang Dongwen asked in a low voice while pouring wine: "Where did you go for the past three years? Why have you even changed your appearance? And after three years, why are you still coming back to this place of right and wrong? Is it because... you also received news that Wu Xin got married?"

  After listening to the other's long string of questions, Zhao Gan smiled helplessly and took a deep breath before speaking in a soft voice: "As for what happened over these three years, I'll tell you about it slowly later. As for why I came back this time..." Zhao Gan downed the white wine in his cup in one gulp. "A man must get up from where he fell, right?! Now, the country's advertising market is mainly concentrated in Pingjin, Shanghai, and Guangzhou. My roots are here, so naturally, I have to come back here to start anew. And...I must find my dad and mom."

  Yang Dongwen nodded thoughtfully, just wanting to ask something else, when he suddenly saw the waiter walking over with a tray, on which were several dishes, exactly what he had ordered here.

  "When you were studying, you were the most creative one among our group. If it weren't for what happened three years ago, you might have become a big shot in advertising by now. But the advertising industry is indeed more difficult to navigate than it was three years ago. Not just Shanghai and Guangzhou, but even just Beijing and Tianjin alone have over 3,000 advertising companies."

  It seems that Yang Dongwen still has something unsaid, and he drank a cup by himself before continuing: "Of course, brothers will always look up to you"

  "What's next? Are you going to be self-employed or work for someone else?"

  "I want to try finding an advertising company first, feel out the way, and it will be easier for me to do it myself in the future."

  Yang Dongwen nodded in agreement and carefully asked: "Then what is your current identity...?"

  "It's nothing." Zhao dared to take out his ID card from his pocket and waved it in front of Yang Dongwen.

  "In Guangxi, the person named Zhao Gan indeed existed, but he was a black household or an empty household head. The Public Security Bureau can't find me even if they want to investigate, besides, it's been three years already, they shouldn't still be grasping for me, right?" Zhao Gan continued to say.

  "By the way, what's with the bullet on your back? Are you saying——"

  "It has nothing to do with what happened three years ago." Zhao knew what the other person was going to ask, "It's just that when I got off the car, I bumped into a police officer handling a case, and unfortunately, I accidentally got shot."

  Zhang said it lightly, but Yang Dongwen was full of doubts in his heart. Those were real bullets! And yet his brother had been hit by one and only suffered a minor flesh wound. That was just too terrifying. But his brother seemed unwilling to say more, so he didn't ask again.

  "Has the thing from three years ago been cleared up?" Yang Dongwen changed the subject.

  "There wasn't, and there never was an opportunity." Zhao Gan's originally ambitious eyes turned dim, "And I don't even have any news about my parents, nor do I know why those people wanted to make things difficult for me three years ago."

  "Where are you planning to go tomorrow?"

  "Let's find a job first, everything will come slowly, you can't get fat by eating in one breath." As he said this, Zhao Gan looked out the window, where neon lights crisscrossed and cars came and went.

  The two of them ordered another bottle of 8-year-old Erguotou, this stuff is strong enough. They drank for a whole two hours until both bottles were empty. As they left, Zhao lit up a cheap and affordable Red Tower Mountain Classic 1956, looking at the hazy night outside, listening to the hustle and bustle of cars on the road, his heart was restless for a long time.

  Zhao Gan was still sober and supported Yang Dongwen, who had a slight drunken intention, and slowly moved along the way they came.

  At some unknown time, pure and flawless snowflakes had fallen from the sky, as if angels falling to earth.

  。

  Tomorrow is the beginning of winter, and this barely counts as the first snowfall of this year's winter.

  A bus covered with colorful advertisements sped quickly through the night, leaving two tire tracks on the snowy ground.

  Suddenly, a red BMW M3 came head-on, and in order to avoid the bus, it just grazed past the two of them, almost hitting Yang Dongwen's body. Zhao Gan immediately got angry, took a glance at the young girl inside the car, and his anger grew even more - guessing that she was probably some rich guy's mistress, he cursed: "Hey, how do you drive? The little girl in the car, get out!"

  After shouting, the BMW actually stopped, and the window rolled down slowly. A very good-looking oval face appeared first, with a ponytail behind her head. The ponytailed girl stared at Zhao for a moment before asking in a suspicious tone, "Is that you?"

  "What's wrong with you... Haven't seen a handsome guy before, what are you looking at!" By this point, Zhao Gan vaguely saw some grievance on the other person's small face, and his anger couldn't be stirred up much anymore. Instead, he was like an old traffic police officer, warning: "Be more careful when driving in the future, don't always rush around like this."

  The ponytailed girl nodded slightly at first, then shook her head, let out a helpless sigh, and drove away with the window closed.

  "Dare I say it, but is she trying to hit on you?" Yang Dongwen said with his eyes half-closed.

  "Get out of my sight!" Zhao dared to throw his hands open, Yang Dong's drunkenness had not dissipated, and he stumbled almost falling over.

  Before long, they arrived at the tube-shaped building where Yang Dongwen lived. By the time they got downstairs, Yang Dongwen had also been blown awake by the wind and was more or less sober.

  Zhao glanced around and said: "Your sister is here, I won't stay at your house. Is there a cheaper hotel nearby?"

  Yang Dongwen nodded and said, "Walking along this alley for more than 20 meters is a place that costs 30 yuan per night. It's just that it might be a bit noisy at midnight... Ah, Daren, tomorrow..."

  "Tomorrow..." Zhao dared to smile slyly, "You just focus on going to work, I'll go prepare some gifts for the wedding of those two."

  "Don't overdo it." Yang Dongwen let out a soft sigh and turned to go upstairs. He was well aware of his old friend's temper, who wouldn't seek revenge for every little thing, but would absolutely distinguish between kindness and resentment, and he was worried that he might do something rash in the heat of the moment.

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