"Um!"
"This saying is well said: In life, there will always be some ups and downs, and some regrets."
Ye Changqing nodded.
"How about we call you 'Old Chief' from now on? It's more friendly that way."
Old Li looked at the old man with admiration and spoke from the bottom of his heart.
"Old Chief, hello. Old Chief, I think this is much better than calling me Lord Ye or Lord Ye. It's more affectionate to address you like this."
Ye Changqing was very satisfied.
"Sit down, everyone. We're all halfway to the grave now, so don't be so formal."
As everyone took their seats, the old man looked at the room full of white-haired people, recalled the glorious years, those years of war and smoke in China, and kept smiling.
"It's been so many years since we've gathered together like this."
"Replying to the old leader, it has been thirty years. Since the founding of the country and the awarding of medals, everyone has had different positions and jobs, and it has been thirty years now."
Old Liu said, his eyes red.
Before meeting the old leader, he always thought he was still the same as when he was young, still that powerful leader. On TV, he was always so philosophical and wise.
But what he saw today revealed that the old leader had also aged, with a full head of white hair. He suddenly realized that the old man in front of him was almost ten years older than them. Time flies, and life leaves nothing but memories.
"Thirty years is a long time. How could it have passed in the blink of an eye?"
Ye Changqing sighed, then looked at Qing Ning and said, "You're Qing Ning, right? Come here."
"Hello, Grandpa Ye!"
Li Qingning slowly walked forward, personally poured tea for the old man, and her words and actions were very respectful.
"I remember you were born in ** year, right? You're twenty-five this year, aren't you?"
"Grandpa Ye, you have a good memory. Qing Ning is indeed twenty-five years old this year."
"I'm twenty-five, that's quite old, is there anything suitable?"
Ye Changqing asked with a smile, "Obviously, the old man just loves his grandchildren."
"Grandpa Ye, who talks like that?"
Li Qingning's tone carried a hint of coquetry, which made Chen Feng, who was not far away, widen his eyes, because he never thought that the usually aloof Li Qingning could actually be coquettish.
"Haha, that's just how kids are these days."
"That's right, my granddaughter is almost thirty, but she keeps saying she's still young."
A group of old men chimed in.
Ye Changqing smiled and said, "You're not young anymore, girl. Ask your grandfather. Back in our day, we got married at fifteen or sixteen."
"Thank you for your concern, Grandpa Ye. Qingning will remember it."
"Old Chief, don't worry about Qingning anymore. She's found an amazing boyfriend."
"Hehe! Chairman, I have a grandson-in-law."
Li Siye struck while the iron was hot.
Only Chen Feng and Li Qingning, the parties involved, were in a daze. They had tolerated the group of old men fighting over their own petty schemes, but now, in front of the old man surnamed Ye, they dared not speak recklessly.
"Oh, really? You, Li Siye, are so arrogant. What kind of young talents could possibly catch your eye?"
Ye Changqing was a little curious. He had actually seen Chen Feng a long time ago. After all, there were only so many people in the room, and they were all old men. The two young men stood out even more among them.
Therefore, he kept observing the young man and taking in all of Chen Feng's actions.
From the moment he entered the room, and the moment the young man saw him again, he showed the same expression as a normal person, but recovered faster than the average person, and stood there smiling, neither humble nor arrogant, and even had a faint aura. Not bad.
Everyone does things differently. Ye Changqing came here because of Li Siye's calligraphy copybook. His only hobbies in life were calligraphy and fighting. Now that it's a peaceful era, fighting is no longer an option, but he didn't neglect calligraphy during his time in power.
Although he came here to study calligraphy, as a recently retired leader, he naturally couldn't compare himself to a group of old men who had been retired for over a decade, nor could he be like Bai Yizhong, who started shouting as soon as he entered. From beginning to end, he never mentioned the calligraphy.
These things need to be guided by someone who understands colors, and the guidance should be natural; being too deliberate is not good.
"Grandpa, what nonsense are you talking about? Chen Feng and I are just friends."
Li Qingning didn't want to put Chen Feng in an awkward position, but for some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable saying those words.
As soon as Li Qingning spoke, her gaze naturally shifted to Chen Feng.
"Hehe, Qingning is right. It's a friend's business. Old Li, you're too hasty."
"Hey Xiao Chen, I'll add you as a friend later and introduce you to my granddaughter."
"And me, my granddaughter is so beautiful, she's almost the mayor."
A group of old men launched into a mocking and sarcastic mode, making Li Siye so angry that his face turned red.
"Chen Feng, you brat, stop standing there! Tell me yourself, do you like lime?"
Li Siye became anxious.
If outsiders saw this, they would think it was ridiculous. They were all high-ranking officials in the country. Would they be so naive for one person?
Those were just appearances; none of these old men laughed at Li Siye, because they knew Chen Feng's value all too well.
It's not because of Chen Feng himself, but because of his skills. Leaders often have hobbies, which are nothing more than music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Sometimes, if you tie yourself to a big tree, you can live off three generations.
Li Siye is the best example; he followed the right person, and the Li family has a huge global influence.
Chen Feng and everyone else were numb.
Asking someone's true feelings in this kind of setting is really not a good atmosphere. It's like going on a blind date, where you're forced to answer in front of everyone whether you like them or not.
He subconsciously looked at Li Qingning, who happened to be looking at her as well. He could tell that she was no longer as composed as before; her face was flushed, suggesting that she was also experiencing intense inner turmoil.
Do you like it?
He is no longer himself. If it weren't for the journey to another world, he might have long since been able to achieve it. But now, although he looks young, his consciousness has actually gone through countless years.
Do you like it that much?
He definitely liked it; after all, he planted the seeds himself by the river next to Fengyu Entertainment in Chengdu-Chongqing City.
Looking back on the short time from when we met until now, it's not a long time, not a short time, just right for someone I like.
In this world, many people spend their whole lives together but never say those two words until they die. Some people, however, only glance at each other in a sea of people and their fates are sealed for three lifetimes.
Therefore, liking someone doesn't really have much to do with time; it only has to do with the person themselves.
But why did Chen Feng maintain a friendly relationship with her? Because there were hurdles in his heart; some things, even after a thousand years, will remain etched in his bones.
So, how should he answer?
"Of course, I like it."
"Hahaha, a bunch of old...did you hear that? You're all done for now, aren't you?"
Li Siye laughed heartily, "This kid is a man."
A group of old men looked disappointed; their granddaughters were not lucky enough to have such a good young man.
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