I am reborn without a pattern

Persistence is a rare quality.

Being able to persevere in the face of temptation and pressure is even more precious.

Before his rebirth, Zhang Haonan originally thought his boss was kind. Only after twenty or thirty years would he lament how difficult this boss was.

"have you eaten?"

"belch!"

Zhao Feiyan, who was about to answer, suddenly burped, then quickly covered her mouth with her hands, her face turning red instantly.

"gone."

"Um."

Glancing at the yes-man Zhao Feiyan, Zhang Haonan thought that most of her thoughts of committing suicide had probably disappeared.

Apart from time, eating, drinking and having fun are probably the easiest ways to deal with worries.

At the door, the boss was squatting in the corner smoking a cigarette. When he saw Zhang Haonan leaving, he raised his chin again and said with dissatisfaction: "Is it authentic?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

Unable to hold it back, Zhang Haonan also laughed.

The boss also blushed, and gritted his teeth and said: "This is the authentic one here, absolutely authentic, the 'Jijiang Soup Dumpling' is the direct inheritance, I have a master who inherited it."

"Boss, let's go. I will come often in the future."

"Um."

After nodding, the boss said, "Come again next time, my place is very authentic."

Zhao Feiyan, who was following Zhang Haonan, turned away and laughed.

The two of them just walked around the street with their hands in their pockets. The cruise ship on Yongzangpo lit up the lights and illuminated the river, making it look brightly lit.

The lanterns on the shore also reflect each other in the distance. People on the shore are looking at the boat lanterns, and people on the boat are looking at the lanterns on the shore.

Standing on the arch bridge, the lights meandering forward looked like a long dragon. Zhang Haonan had only immersed himself in this scene once in his life.

It wasn't the first time he saw it, but before he was reborn, he only saw it, and now, he was admiring it.

For a moment, he felt a sense of emotion welling up in his heart. In the end, all he said was "not bad", which left Zhao Feiyan speechless.

If this is just "not bad," how good does it have to be?

"Boss, can't you take photos? It's not open yet."

The buddy who was doing the "snapshot" business was about thirty years old, wearing a leather jacket and smiling when he spoke.

"Then have one."

"thank you boss."

The photographer's equipment is a "Wisteria" brand instant camera. Although it is still very popular now, it will not be long before it will be completely replaced by digital cameras.

"Okay... look here, you two smile."

Holding Zhao Feiyan in her arms, the girl was a little shy, but she still looked at the camera in front of her.

Accompanied by the "click" sound, the youthless "Brother Haonan" seemed to have filled in the huge flaws of his previous life at this moment.

"thank you boss."

He packed the photos and handed them to Zhang Haonan.

Looking at himself in the photo, Zhang Haonan felt a strong sense of strangeness.

Except for high school graduation photos, there seems to be no photos of life in the twenty or thirty years since my last life.

Looking back, I suddenly felt very bad.

"I'm not very photogenic."

Handing the photo to Zhao Feiyan, she quickly picked it up and looked at it again and again. She secretly glanced at Zhang Haonan who was looking at the road. She looked at the people in the photo under the light of the lantern, and then whispered: "I feel good." Can."

In the photo, Zhang Haonan has sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes. When he hugged her, he felt an indescribable sense of security. This made Zhao Feiyan carefully put away the photo, put it in her bag, and patted it gently. .

At this moment, most of her worries were far away from her. This carefree feeling made her a little reluctant to let go.

Two days ago, she was still thinking about saying goodbye to this world...

"I heard from Zhao Jianguo that you studied painting?"

"Um."

"Want to study at Jiankang Art College?"

"I don't think I can only get this score. The mock exam is just to pass the undergraduate level..."

She was a little embarrassed when talking about this. Her grades in junior high school were okay, above average, but when she came to Shacheng No. 1 Middle School, she was at the bottom.

Of course, most of the people in Class 16 came here to lower the first-place rate in Shacheng.

"Then Jiankang Art College."

Zhang Haonan nodded, and then said, "Tomorrow I'll go look at the house next to Jianyi and come over to buy it during the summer vacation."

"Buy a house? Can't you live on campus?"

"Just treat it as an investment. It doesn't cost much anyway."

Most of the residential buildings near Jianyi are still old-fashioned bricks and concrete. Not to mention elevators, they don't even have natural gas.

The house price is quite cheap, only 3,000 yuan per square meter, but as in the future, not many can afford it, and it is mainly for university intellectuals and people who live in public households.

The current minimum wage in Jiankang is only two to three hundred. Seven or eight hundred a month is quite good for one person. If the monthly salary is more than one thousand, it is already above the average.

Many years later, those who cannot afford it now will take out their savings over the years to make a down payment for their children...

No matter how bad it is, if you buy it now, you will get fifteen times the profit in the future.

Before Zhang Haonan was reborn, he was engaged in machining. The profits he made after working hard for two years were not as good as flipping other people's houses in one year.

If you can make a profit of 5 points, you can be happy for a long time. In most cases, the profit of the processed workpiece itself is almost 50 cents to 2 yuan, and it is all earned by selling the scrap iron from the cut iron.

At class reunions at that time, I was always covered in black butter stains that I couldn't wash off, and the smell of machine oil never left my body. "Brother Haonan" made more people stay away from him.

At that time, Zhang Haonan took stock of his annual income and found that most of it came from "Anan Agricultural Products", accounting for almost 70%.

The machine processing factory, which is no different from a small workshop, already has five workers and apprentices.

Ridiculous and hilarious.

"Marshmallow!"

Zhao Feiyan's shout of joy brought Zhang Haonan's thoughts back. The two of them arrived at the door of the store and asked the boss to go around and come out.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'll hold it for you."

"Thanks."

The big flashing eyes were even brighter now. Zhao Feiyan stuck out her tongue and licked it, then smiled sheepishly, a little playful.

She was afraid of getting marshmallows on her face, but she rubbed some on her cheeks anyway.

"etc."

Seeing Zhao Feiyan reaching out to wipe off the marshmallow on her cheek, Zhang Haonan shouted to stop, then lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek.

"It's quite sweet..."

Zhao Feiyan, whose cheeks suddenly felt hot, suddenly became embarrassed, her eyes flickered quickly, her head lowered, and she wanted to take two steps in a hurry, but she hid to Zhang Haonan's side. She felt as if she was being stared at by countless eyes just now, embarrassed and shy. .

"Brother Haonan" who once had no youth, naturally did not have his own "Bai Yueguang". When he made his first million, the beautiful women he was with were all naked and pure money relationships, without any adulteration. A little bit of emotion.

Of course, the Zhao Feiyan in front of her... is actually related to money, but at least there is still a little bit of youthfulness.

Although there are few, there are still some.

The "white moonlight" bought with money...

good.