Ordinary Road 2010

"Mom, didn't I tell you that this is a seat for girlfriends, and no other women can sit there."

"Is your mother called another woman? Let me tell you, Xiaojie, you must never find such a girlfriend in the future." Auntie was very wronged.

Lin Yixin thought, Miss Gu is not such a person.

He didn't intend to get involved in this kind of conversation. Fortunately, Cheng Zihui had already parked the car in the parking space downstairs, so he took off his seat belt and got out of the car.

When they entered, uncle Lin Guofeng's family of three were already inside, sitting on the sofa talking and laughing with each other.

Then, of course, everyone greeted in a circle.

At this time, Yu Xiujuan came over wearing an apron: "Everyone is here, and the dishes are out of the pot. Let's have dinner at the dining table."

The small long table of the Lin family is the kind that can be folded, and when it is turned upside down, it becomes a large round table, which is more than enough for nine people.

They are all from their own family, and they start to move after they sit down casually.Of course, today's dishes are also extremely rich, and Ms. Yu Xiujuan has put forth ten successes.

After a brief chat, Lin Guoqing asked, "Why did you come up with your aunt?"

"I met it at the gate of the community." Lin Yi said indifferently.

"Your community is really real. We used to come here often. We drove a new car here today, and they don't know each other anymore." Auntie said.

"Brother-in-law, did your taxi company get a new car?" Lin Guofeng asked confusedly before he understood.

"No, it's Xiaohui who bought a new car. I told him, don't be so ostentatious when you've just worked for two years, save your money and marry your wife later."

"Mom, I just bought a small Honda, and it's not like driving a big car. How can I show off? Besides, I can't even find a girlfriend without a car. Where did I get my wife?"

In fact, Cheng Zihui was also a little proud. Two years ago, he graduated from college and worked in real estate sales. The elders didn't say anything, but they felt that it was not decent.

As a result, he unexpectedly did a good job and bought a car after working for two years.

I dare not say how amazing it is, at least it is a proof of myself.

Lin Yi knew that this cousin was clever, and he was right in the business of real estate sales.A few years later, after the property market in Lin'an was booming and housing prices doubled, he really asked him to change to a Da Ben.

Everyone understood this time, no wonder they insisted on getting together today, it turned out that they were here to show off.

That being said, everyone didn't feel disgusted, the Lin family was quite harmonious, and the small family couldn't show any scheming.

If the juniors can make achievements, the elders should praise them.

Lin Guoqing said: "Xiaohui is promising, he can spend the money he earns as he likes. It seems that the house is quite easy to sell now?"

"That's all. Selling the house is just a hard-earned money."

There are some ways Cheng Zihui is unwilling to talk about:

"In terms of future prospects, you have to graduate from middle school like Xiaojie, go to a good university, and just sit in the office and drink tea."

Lin Yixiao smiled, he didn't have the life to drink tea, so he could only tap on the keyboard.

He didn't argue with him, so Cheng Zihui had no choice but to ask directly: "Xiaojie, whose red Porsche did you get off at the door just now?"

Lin Yi didn't expect that he would see it, and he held back these words for a long time.

But this time Yu Xiujuan responded the fastest: "What Porsche?"

"My classmate's parents, why don't you go out to play today? When you come to pick me up, drop me off at the gate of the community."

It sounded reasonable, Yu Xiujuan nodded and didn't care, Lin Yi deliberately made it unclear, she thought today was a group activity that many students participated in.

"The parents in Linzhong are very capable. Xiaoqian, you have to study hard with Brother Xiaojie, and you will also be admitted to Linzhong in the future."

This is uncle Lin Guofeng taking the opportunity to educate his daughter again, and he always uses Lin Yi as an example every time. My cousin Lin Xiaoqian is three years younger and is in the second year of junior high school.

Lin Xiaoqian was a little speechless, so she had to lower her head to eat.

Cousin Cheng Zihui hasn't let go of the topic just now: "What classmates, boys and girls, do you know them well?"

Lin looked at him as if he was not simply curious: "I'm not familiar with it, why does my cousin know that car?"

Cheng Zihui shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity, isn't the owner of that car surnamed Gu?"

Lin Yi's tone remained unchanged: "The classmate's surname is indeed Gu."

"That should be right. I remember the license plate. The owner is a very beautiful woman. She came to us to buy a house."

"She didn't buy a set of houses, do you know? She chose the one with the best location before the market opened!"

Cousin said exaggeratedly.

Aunt Lin Guofang didn't believe it. This kind of financial resources was beyond her imagination:

"It's true, it sounds like the boss of Lucheng, where did you hear it?"

Regarding the "Boss of Lucheng", Huang He, the owner of the Jiangnan Leather Factory who ran away with his sister-in-law at this time, seems to have not yet become popular all over the Internet with his ghost animal video.

However, in Lin'an, the provincial capital, there have long been many true and false urban legends, and the overall image is that of a nouveau riche who spends money like water.

"Mom, can I lie to you if I'm your son? I saw her go through the formalities with my own eyes, and even served tea to her. Otherwise, I could remember it so clearly!"

"It's a pity that the leader of our leader personally received the customer, and I didn't get any commission for this order."

The regret in his tone was indescribable.

Several elders at the table felt a little shocked, and they talked about the mysterious topic of "how rich are the rich?"

Only Lin Xiaoqian was devoting herself to nibbling on the chicken legs. At her age, she didn't have much idea about money.

Lin Yi was also a little surprised, Gu Caiwei's family background was not short of money.

But I really don't know what Ms. Gu Changge is engaged in. Her temperament really doesn't look like the kind that spends a lot of money.

"It's a pity, if you can introduce this kind of customer, Xiaojie, to me, one order will be worth one year to me." Cheng Zihui also said expectantly.

"Okay, I just said that I'm not very familiar with it, and can high school students still manage the matter of their parents buying a house?"

Lin Guoqing was afraid that Lin Yi would be thin-skinned, so he was embarrassed to refuse.

In fact, Cheng Zihui also knew that there was no hope, but with this kind of opportunity in front of him, it was hard for anyone not to be tempted.

He finally said with emotion: "Xiaojie, no matter how good your grades are in school, you might as well get to know a few more well-connected classmates like this."

Lin Yi nodded in response, but he didn't take it seriously.

He not only knows which students have "hidden family background", but also knows which students will be "promising" in the future, but he has no plan to "hug his thigh" in advance.

If youth needs to be so concerned, then it is not worth remembering.

What's more...

I am thighs.

Chapter 70 New Era

Lin Yi, who claims to be a thigh, is currently being tortured by the final exam. After entering January, the teachers and students of Linzhong automatically switched to the state of preparation for the exam.

There is no need to mention the workbooks, "May [-]", "Key and Difficult Points", and "Wang Houxiong" take turns, and the papers are distributed without money.

Even if you really don’t need money, it’s not environmentally friendly to waste paper like this, teacher!

The consumption was too great, and the black fountain pens in Lin's pen bag were all out of ink, so he had to go to the small bookstore to replenish after the third class.

The storefront is only half the size of a classroom, without any shelter, and it is completely unobstructed.

So as soon as Lin entered the door, he saw an acquaintance.

It was Feng Wenqian, who was fiddling with printers in a small bookstore.

After she helped with the composition at the beginning of the semester, Lin Yi and her changed from strangers who didn't say hello when they met each other to ordinary classmates who greeted each other when they met.

The two men met their eyes, nodded and did not speak.

Boys buy things for a purpose, and usually don't wander around. Lin has been running to the area where various colored pens are placed in the back row.

When he returned to the counter, he found that Feng Wenqian was still standing in front of the printer, looking helpless. He looked over and spread his hands helplessly.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yi walked over and asked.

"It seems that there is a paper jam. Wait for Auntie to come back after paying the bill." She was a little embarrassed.

Lin Yi glanced back, there was still a queue of several people at the counter, I'm afraid it won't be that fast, so he went up and opened the cover: "Let me take a look."

Feng Wenqian was startled: "Be careful, don't break it."

When he was in high school, Lin Yi also thought that copiers were high-end precision equipment, mainly because they looked big.

However, after work, solving small problems such as paper jams by oneself is simply necessary for the survival of the workers, not to mention that the machine is not so delicate.

The display screen actually showed the location of the paper jam, and Feng Wenqian could understand it, but she didn't dare to use it.

Lin Yi didn't have so many scruples, and directly followed the steps prompted to find the corresponding position to pull out the paper, and then closed the cover again.

I also took a shot like treating an old TV with a snowflake screen.

"Woooo..."

Sure enough, the copier resumed work quickly, and spit out a few copies of Feng Wenqian's original copied materials. She looked at Lin Yi approvingly:

"I didn't expect you to have such a hand."

Without her permission, Lin Yi didn't reach out to take it, but he asked casually:

"What did you copy?"

She raised a few sheets of freshly baked A4 paper with warmth in her hand: "Ms. Shao asked me to make a copy of the composition for this exam and paste it at the back of the classroom as a model essay."

Well, this is a literary young woman, and writing a model essay is of course commonplace.

The two went to the counter to check out together, Feng Wenxi was in front, and soon it was her turn, the aunt of the small bookstore opened the printing paper and silently counted the number of sheets:

"Eighty cents."

Feng Wenqian took out a bright red hundred-yuan bill from her pocket, and the aunt was a little embarrassed:

"No change?"

"No." She shook her head.

The aunt glanced back, she didn't really want to find the money, trouble.

This boy and this girl have fixed the copier just now, so they seem to know each other.

"I have, I'll pay for it."

Lin Yi stepped forward at the right time, and put the two pens he was holding on the table, "Let's count these two together."

Feng Wenqian didn't refuse either, picked up the model essay she had copied and took a step back, waiting for Lin Yi to settle the bill before going out together.

"I'll give it back to you next time I have some change," she offered.

"No, do you still have to pay back the [-] cents?" Lin Yi felt a little funny.

He and Feng Wenqian ran into each other twice in the bookstore. The first time he borrowed two hundred without any money, and the second time Feng Wenxi had no change and he paid eighty cents instead.

In this way, they have always been a "pure money relationship".

Lin Yi didn't make this joke out of his mouth. The so-called sense of proportion is to choose the way of talking according to the different objects, and he hasn't gotten to know her well enough.

Feng Wenqian didn't force it either, but after returning to the classroom, she gave Lin Yi a magazine-like booklet.

"Peach and Plum", this is the school magazine published by the Linzhong Literature Society.

He turned to the first page, and sure enough, he saw the words "Associate Editor: Feng Wenqian".

By the way, she is also the vice president of the literary club.

"This book is given to you." Feng Wenqian smiled and clapped her hands, expressing that she owed nothing.

"Thanks, that's what I earned."

Because of the printing cost of the school magazine, it is also sold on campus for a fee. Lin Yi doesn't remember the exact price, but it must be more than [-] cents.

"I wrote a poem in this issue, you can read it."

She lowered her head slightly, then turned and left.

Lin looked through the catalog from beginning to end, but did not find any works signed by the author Feng Wenqian, because all of them used pseudonyms.

What broken habit?

Lin Yi stuffed it into the drawer casually.

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