After Zhou Bolin finished sending the voice message, Su Ran asked doubtfully, "Cousin, is the Ayi Na you're talking about the one from the Magic City Dance Academy?"
Zhou Bolin's eyes lit up. He held the steering wheel of the Porsche with one hand and patted Su Ran's shoulder with the other. "Oh, you also know this top-notch girl?"
"Uh... I've heard of it."
"They're all pretty, right? Not only Ayina is pretty, the other three are also very pretty, each with their own unique characteristics..."
When talking about girls, Zhou Bolin no longer felt sleepy. He started to analyze the types of the "Four Little Flowers" to Su Ran, including who had the best figure and who had the longest legs...
Su Ran didn't interfere or discuss anything, which was a sign of respect for them.
He didn't intend to tell Zhou Bolin that the Ayi Na you mentioned was now sleeping on the big bed in my presidential suite.
Oh, no, not only Aina, but also Xiao Wanqing, Liu Jinyu, Xie Yiren, the entire four little beauties of Magic Dance are here.
That was the private friendship between Su Ran and them, and would not be used as a capital to show off to outsiders.
"By the way, cousin, I heard that the scenery at your University of Finance and Economics is very beautiful. Can you take me to see it when you can?" Su Ran couldn't stand it anymore and changed the subject.
"Well, it's just like that. There's nothing pretty about it. Girls are pretty, especially that Ayi Na. Let me tell you..."
Su Ran held his forehead in his hand and was speechless.
It wasn't until a girl sent him a WeChat message that Zhou Bolin stopped and started to act like a warm man, making WeChat porridge with his "babies".
Well, it’s confirmed that my cousin is not only a scumbag, but also a sea king who casts a wide net, focuses on training, and attacks one by one.
To be honest, Zhou Bolin is quite handsome. He is 185cm tall, 2cm taller than Su Ran. He is a native of Shanghai and has a sense of superiority. He also comes from a good family and has good taste in dressing. He is very popular in his small circle.
To be honest, Su Ran, a rural kid, cannot compare to Zhou Bolin's family background and origin.
Of course, Su Ran's personality was definitely such that he was never jealous. Instead, he was happy that his cousin grew up in such a well-off environment.
In front of relatives, there is no need to talk about whether Su Ran is rich or not, he is just a junior.
Half an hour later, the 718 stopped in a parking space outside an alley.
"We're here, cousin, get off the bus."
"Um."
Zhou Bolin led the way in front while sending voice messages, and Su Ran followed behind with fruit milk. Along the way, they also met a few beautiful women who were shooting cheongsam videos in the alley.
Zhou Bolin turned off his phone, walked over with a smile, put his arm around Su Ran's shoulders, and teased, "Can't you move when you see a beautiful woman? After dinner, your cousin will take you to do something exciting."
"What?"
"Hey." Zhou Bolin raised the keys to the Porsche 718 sports car in his hand. "Your cousin has a competition at 9 o'clock tonight. I'll take you there to broaden your horizons."
"Of course I'm going to the match to cheer you on, cousin."
"Hahaha, you're quite good at talking, let's go home and have dinner."
Deep in the alley, there is a small Western-style house full of historical vicissitudes. When the two stepped into the yard, they saw their uncle, aunt and Uncle Zhou discussing something at the stone table in the yard.
Zhou Bolin called out, "Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Su Ran is here."
"Well, it's just milk, what's the gift?"
Zhou Hui waved her folding fan, wiggling her cheongsam-clad hips, and walked up with a smile. She spoke in a coquettish Shanghai accent and said, "I told you not to speak Ninghai dialect. People don't understand it, but you still insist on speaking it every time. Humph~"
Zhang Guohua nodded innocently: "Yes, yes, my wife is right."
"Uncle, aunt, hello." Su Ran politely called out to the old man with sparse hair, a T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, "Hello, Uncle Zhou. Here are some fruits and milk for you."
"What else are you bringing? Don't allow me to do that next time. Bolin, why are you still standing there? Help your cousin carry the things into the house." Uncle Zhou looked at Su Ran and said, "Guohua often mentions your nephew in front of me. He is quite good and a handsome man."
"Uncle Zhou, you're too kind."
"Don't be polite when you come to my place. We are all family. Order whatever you want. When the dumplings are ready, we will eat."
"OK."
Afterwards, Uncle Zhou and a few others gathered around the table and discussed something in front of a photo.
Zhou Bolin came out, and Su Ran asked, "Cousin, what are they doing?"
Zhou Bolin joked: "Didn't you see that my grandpa's hair is almost gone? It's all because of that photo."
Uncle Zhou: "What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Can you help me find where this place is?"
Zhou Bolin spread his hands and said, "I've asked many people for you, but no one knows where that place is. Besides, all you have is a close-up photo, with no iconic buildings. Only a god could possibly find it."
Uncle Zhou sighed in disappointment.
Aunt Zhou Hui glared at her son with a reproachful look.
Zhou Bolin shut up immediately.
It seemed that the place in the photo was very important to Uncle Zhou. Su Ran walked over and said, "Uncle Zhou, can I see this photo of you?"
"Well, just watch. I'll go see if the soup is ready." Uncle Zhou stood up and went to the kitchen dejectedly.
"Dad, let me help you." Uncle pointed at Zhou Bolin and followed Uncle Zhou to the kitchen.
Zhou Hui immediately scolded her son.
Su Ran picked up the photo and looked at it carefully. The photo was well preserved. There was a date in the lower right corner: November 22, 1990.
The scenery recorded in the photo is very simple: a mountain forest with trees, a thatched hut, blue sky and white clouds, and that's it.
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