At night, Nie Yuanlong took us out for dinner. For the first time, he asked me to bring a few good brothers. I called Black Spider, Wen Xin, Li Xiaojie, and Yang Xiaotao. The place was near the school, and it was a relatively high-end restaurant. In the private room, Nie Yuanlong was not as majestic as usual. Perhaps he felt a little guilty towards me. He raised his glass and said, "Let's toast to Brother Hao. He has suffered a lot of grievances these days, but he finally got his grievances redressed and the rain has passed. Brothers must go through wind and rain to become more precious." It seemed that he wanted to turn a bad thing into a good thing.
Black Spider and his gang still had some of the mentality of gangsters, which is what we commonly call not presentable. They were a little nervous when eating with Nie Yuanlong and didn't dare to say a word. Only Wen Xin was good, pestering Nie Yuanlong to ask questions. She had even asked Nie Yuanlong for an autograph alone before, and eating with him was no problem. However, they all knew the real purpose of my approach to Nie Yuanlong, so they were very reserved when drinking, and didn't want to drink too much, for fear of saying something wrong after drinking.
The dinner was boring. Nie Yuanlong kept saying words to comfort me, saying that making money was the most important thing and that he would slowly deal with Qiu Feng later. I asked him when he would deal with Qiu Feng, but he avoided the question and refused to give me a time. In my opinion, he would not deal with Qiu Feng even after graduation. Later, everyone drank a lot and talked to their own people. Liu Xiangrong came to me and winked at me, saying, "Brother Hao, let's go to your place tonight!" I knew what he meant. He wanted to go to my place to smoke. I deliberately made a bitter face and said, "Brother, I only smoke a hundred cigarettes a month, and you smoked more than half of them. How can I pay the bill at the end of the month?" Liu Xiangrong said, "Brother Hao will definitely have a way..."
It's no use telling him this. As long as he can smoke, he doesn't care whether you are dead or alive at the end of the month.
Because I was also a little drunk, I talked to Liu Xiangrong for a long time before I found that his eyes and mouth corners were bruised. Then I remembered that Wang Lei told me in the morning that Liu Xiangrong seemed to have been beaten these days. I asked: "Brother, what's wrong with your eyes and mouth corners?" Liu Xiangrong quickly blocked it with his hands, smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay, I bumped into it when I was walking." The devil would believe it, it was obvious that he was beaten. The only people who could beat Liu Xiangrong and make him dare not say anything were those who lent him high-interest loans. How could he pay it back? He could only silently take the beating. This is the second month that Nie Yuanlong has stopped his goods. He really has no source of income. And according to my estimation, even if Nie Yuanlong supplies him with goods, he will have to absorb all of them himself.
After dinner, everyone went back to their own homes and their own mothers. I returned to the dormitory and just lay down when Liu Xiangrong pushed the door open and lay on the head of my bed like a pug, grinning and saying, "Brother Hao..." I waved my hand and threw the key to Li Xiaojie, asking him to get Liu Xiangrong a cigarette. Liu Xiangrong rubbed his hands, took the cigarette, and shrank into the corner to smoke it. Because of smoking this thing for a long time, his cheeks have sunken, and the two eye sockets are in a similar situation.
After finishing his cigarette, Liu Xiangrong rubbed his hands and bowed to me repeatedly: "Thank you, Brother Hao, thank you, Brother Hao." He opened the door and walked out servilely. From top to bottom, where was the demeanor of the Red Stick? Only after Liu Xiangrong left could I lie down and rest completely and peacefully. Lying on the bed, today's events flashed in my mind like a movie.
When I was almost falling asleep, the cell phone next to my pillow suddenly rang twice.
That's the sound of text messages.
Who would text me this late?
I gently picked up the phone. It was an unfamiliar number with only one line of words on it: Qiu Feng will not give up.
Although I don't recognize this number, I know that this message must come from Yu Chengfei. In his heart, I am always a child who has not grown up, so he always reminds and warns me from time to time.
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