Chapter 46

"Money?" Cen Baihe saw Qi Yan staring at a corner and looked along his eyes. He just saw Ruan Youyi talking to Yuan Peng with his head down. The broken diamonds on the skirt were dazzling.

Qi Yan shook his head, lowered his head and said to him, "I don't think the waiter was right just now."

"The waiter who soiled your clothes just now?" Cen Baihe looked solemn and walked to the side with Qi Yan. At this time, the waiter was already building a dance floor for young people to play. Most of the elderly had been chatting in the upstairs health room or taking a lunch break in the hotel.

"Yes," Qi Yan took a glass of fruit juice and a glass of white water, handed the white water to Cen Baihe, and glanced at the people present. "This should have nothing to do with your family. I calculated a divination for your family before I went out this morning. There will be no accident today."

CEN Baihe smiled. When he first met Qian Qian, he thought Qian Qian was a cold and mysterious master. After knowing Qian Qian, he found that Qian Qian's personality was very jumping off, but only after really understanding him did he know that although Qian Qian's personality jumped off, he was very careful and sincere. He was a best person.

"What are you laughing at?" Qi Yan sipped the juice. Can I tell fortune, measure words, and not divination? " He put the juice on the next table and whispered, "I'll go to the bathroom."

"Then I'll wait for you here. Be careful." Cen Baihe sat down on the high stool and put down his cup. Just standing with Qi Yan's cup, the red juice formed a sharp contrast with the transparent and colorless white water, which was incomparably harmonious.

Smelling the faint smell of sandalwood in the bathroom, Qi Yan dried his hands under the drying mobile phone. When he came out of the bathroom corridor, he just met the waiter walking this way with an empty wine cup. The waiter was the one who had soiled his clothes and peeped at him. Qi Yan stood in place, watching the waiter and waiting for his reaction.

Sure enough, when he was close to him, the waiter walked slowly and said in a hesitant voice, "is your surname Qi?"

Qi Yan looked at the timid man and nodded slightly, "what can I do for you?"

Seeing that Qi Yan didn't refute, the waiter was a little excited: "are you really Qi Yan?"

Timidity turned into joy. It was like a mouse hiding in the dark finally found a piece of cheese. The man looked a little happy and some didn't believe it. Qi Yan didn't remember where he had met him, so he asked politely, "are you?"

"I'm your primary school classmate," the waiter was a little unstable, and the cup in the tray trembled slightly. "My name is Yang Heshu, do you remember?"

The primary school is a little far from now. In addition, the living standard and educational conditions in the small town were not very good, so the students in the class were not only naughty, but also not interested in learning. But there are also some students who want to study hard, escape from poor towns and yearn for prosperous urban life. Yang Heshu is one of them.

Qi Yan remembers that Yang Heshu is very thin, his hair is dry and yellow, and his voice is very small. He usually doesn't like the boys in his class, but because of his good grades, the teacher likes him very much, and he is also the study committee member of the class.

For the memory of primary school, Qi Yan is more about shabby sand brick and green tile houses, iron windows without glass, old blackened tables and chairs, teachers who use only a little chalk but are reluctant to throw away, blackboards that can't be cleaned, and tall trees outside the classroom.

At that time, everyone was still young. They didn't know that there might be nothing after graduation. They didn't know how big the country was and how far they would be from each other. In fact, after Qi Yan entered high school, he had hardly seen his primary school classmates. Now he suddenly saw a former classmate in such a hotel, which really surprised him.

"Are you Yang Heshu?" Qi Yan looked at the waiter in front of him with complex eyes. "I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Yes," Yang he blushed. "I didn't expect you to get along so well now. I didn't dare to recognize you just standing with those super big people." he scratched his head and was very shy. "A few years ago, I heard that you had won the first prize in Science in our city. I knew you were different from us."

Qi Yan smiled and said, "it's just a coincidence. If I didn't know a big man here, I couldn't even get in. How have you been these years?"

"Very good," Yang Heshu didn't seem to want to talk about his past years. He looked up and saw the foreman coming here. He hurriedly said, "can you leave me a contact information and I'll contact you after I finish my work."

Qi Yan handed him a business card, then watched him put the business card into the waiter's vest pocket and hurried away.

Until Yang Heshu's back disappeared around the corner, Qi Yan took back his eyes and turned to someone not far from the left: "Why are you here?"

"Seeing that you haven't come for a long time, I'll see if you've lost your toilet," Cen Baihe glanced at the corner, "the waiter just now..."

Qi Yan smiled and saw someone coming out of the bathroom behind him. He walked forward a few steps and walked out side by side with Cen Baihe. "He said he was my primary school classmate."

CEN Baihe frowned. He felt that there was something wrong with Qian Qian's tone. Meeting primary school students by chance should not be "he said".

"Do you think it's a coincidence?" Qi Yan went to the corner and sat down. His tone was a little cold. "But... Yang Heshu died long ago."

Although Cen Baihe didn't believe there were ghosts in the world, after hearing Qi Yan's words, he couldn't help but feel a chill on his back. How could a dead man appear again?

Seeing that Cen Baihe looked solemn, Qi Yan reached out and patted him on the arm: "I'm not talking about ghost stories." Yang and his book died at the age of twelve. They heard that they had no stomach for their bodies, and they had no money to cure their diseases. They did not know how many parents in our poor town had children who were born in the poor town. They could not understand that some children had not been registered for several years after their birth. Registered residence of Yang and his brother were not registered residence. Brother, I can't help it. "

It was found that Cen Bo crane's look was dull. Qi Yan smiled a little melancholy. "At that time, the registered residence management in small areas was not so strict as that in big city, because there were too many black households. The local villagers committee could only keep a close eye. They could not wipe out the past. They did not want to be embarrassed by the same villagers. But such absurd things are no longer happening now."

Economic development, the enhancement of people's civilization consciousness, the popularization of computers and networks, and the strict registered residence registration system all make the past absurdity become the past.

So Yang Heshu died. Only his family and few people remember that others did not know that such a person existed in the world, but disappeared silently in the long river of time.

Seeing that Qi Yan was in a low mood, cen Baihe got up and sat down next to him, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "don't worry about the past."

"Well," Qi Yan reluctantly smiled, "I don't know who sent the fake. Maybe even he doesn't know. Yang Heshu, who has been alive in the open and has changed his name, is not really Yang Heshu. The primary school students who once had a good relationship with him, have already slept underground.

He didn't know how many helpless or absurd things happened in that barren land, so he didn't want to recall many things in primary school.

"I asked someone to check the identity of the waiter," Cen Baihe was not very happy that someone used Qi Yan behind his back, "you..."

"No, let him come," Qi Yan sneered. "I also want to know who is planning on me in such a big circle. If you send someone to check him, I'm afraid I'll scare the snake and the people behind the scenes will hide."

Seeing Qi Yan's look so cold for the first time, cen Baihe couldn't tell the complexity of his mood. Finally, he had to nod helplessly.

When the dance music sounded, a pair of young men and women stepped into the dance floor. Qi Yanchao looked into the crowd and saw Ruan Youyi dancing. He didn't know the man holding her, but he could clearly see that the man was courting Ruan Youyi.

"I usually go out dancing with people when I'm free." Qi Yan didn't want to ruin his mood by mentioning Yang Heshu, so he changed the topic.

"What dance?" Cen Baihe thought that Qi Yan might go to the bar. Just a few young people danced busily, and he felt that there was a big age gap between himself and Qian Qian.

"Square dance," Qi Yan said with a serious face, "don't look down on square dance. Some uncles and aunts can dance very well. They can dance any kind of dance."

"Square dance?" Cen Baihe's brain was blank for a few seconds. He felt that the scene of his brain mending was broken into slag. He really couldn't imagine how the money with a baby face mixed into the middle-aged and elderly square dance group.

Seeing the dull appearance of Cen Baihe, Qi Yan had a strange sense of achievement.

Not far away, a man looked at Qi Yan and Cen Baihe talking and laughing, his face was pale with fear, and he was not in the mood to pay attention to his female partner. He was a rich businessman who had laughed at Qi Yan outside the hotel before. Since he saw Qi Yan and Cen Baihe enter the hotel together, the whole person fell into infinite regret.

I had known that the young man driving a cheap car had such a good relationship with Mr. Cen that he would not rob him of the parking attendant if he killed him, or even let him park the young man himself. Now what can he do to offend such a big man.

Originally, he wanted to find a chance to apologize to the young man, but he didn't know that Cen five stayed with the young man almost the whole time, and he didn't have the face to lean over. What's more terrible, he found that not only the cen family was very kind to the young man, but also several other prominent family leaders were a little strange when talking to the young man.

Now he doesn't think about the identity of the young man. He just hopes that the young man will take him as a spirit and let him go.

"Lao Luo, what's the matter with you today?" a rich businessman who knew him came to him with a wine glass. "I'm nervous about coming to master Cen's birthday party for the first time?"

"Don't make fun of me if you're nervous," Lao Luo looked at the business friend with a bitter face. "I didn't have eyes when I came here. I offended Cen's friend."

Lao Fu's face changed slightly: "are you talking about the young man around Mr. Cen?"

"If it's not him, who else can there be?" Lao Luo told the story to his old friend and drank the wine in the cup. "I don't know what's wrong with this boy. He has such a good relationship with the cen family and drives hundreds of thousands of broken cars. Isn't it deliberately misunderstood?!"

"Lao Luo, it's your fault. What kind of car people drive is their freedom. You run to rob people's parking staff and ridicule people with words and deeds. It's really disgraceful," Lao Fu knew that Lao Luo likes to show off his wealth and get angry, but he didn't expect him to show off at all. Anyone who can come here has no identity and wealth. Some rich people just like to drive cheap scooters. Who can blame you for offending people without long eyes?

It's meaningless to say this again. Lao Fu patted him on the shoulder, turned around and left speechless.

Lao Luo watched Lao Fu leave with hatred and resentment in his heart. It was not a taste in every way.

"Do you want to go to the hotel to rest for a while, and there is a dinner party in the evening," Cen Baihe knew that Qi Yan had the habit of taking a nap. He looked at the time, "go to my room?"

"OK," Qi Yan looked at the others in the hall, "what do these people do in the afternoon?"

"There are a lot of things to play on the upstairs floors. They can find fun by themselves," Cen Baihe stood up. "Besides, there are big brothers. I don't have to worry about them."

"I know you're not in good health."

With an expressionless face, doing lazy things, this face is really not thin, and it seems that this is not the first time.

They walked into the elevator, swiped their cards upstairs, found the room and went in. Qi Yan threw himself on the soft big bed and didn't remember.

CEN Baihe took out a set of his own Nightgown from the wardrobe and threw it on the bed. While taking off his suit and coat, he said, "change your clothes and go to bed, otherwise your clothes will be wrinkled when you get up."

Qi Yan pulled his bow tie and went to the bathroom to change his robe. He saw Cen Baihe sitting at his desk with his computer on. "Don't you sleep?"

"You sleep, I'll read the documents," Cen Baihe glanced at Qi Yan's ankle, "I'll call you later."

"OK." Qi Yan threw himself on the bed again, wrapped in a quilt and slept without psychological burden.

I don't know how long later, cen Baihe's eyes moved away from the notebook screen and fell on the hill bag of the big bed. Qi Yan didn't sleep well. One foot stretched out of the quilt, but his head shrank in the quilt.

CEN Baihe smiled helplessly, got up, raised the air conditioning temperature, went to the bedside, pressed the quilt for Qi Yan, and exposed his nose and mouth. After looking at his calf stretched out at the edge of the bed, cen Baihe stretched out his hand and gently held Qi Yan's ankle. It was a little cold and had an indescribable greasy feeling.

After tucking his feet into the quilt, cen Baihe looked down at his palm and twisted his fingers. The slippery touch seemed to take root in his mind. He couldn't forget it.

For a long time, cen Baihe was stunned until the mobile phone rang. He took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button. He looked back at Qi Yan, who was still sleeping. He quickly walked out of the room: "big brother."

"OK, I'll come right away."

"Bai He," elder brother Cen, seeing that Cen Bai he pushed the door in, forgot to look behind him, "where's master Qi?"

"He's resting," Cen Baihe sat down on the sofa. "Brother, what can I do for you?"

"It's nothing," elder brother Cen smiled awkwardly. "Just now, uncle Ruan seemed to have the intention of matching you with his granddaughter."

"Different generations, talk about what matchmaking," Cen Baihe reached for a magazine and sat down on the sofa. "What do you tell me about this?" he looked up at brother Cen, "Dad won't want to get me an arranged marriage?"

"That's impossible. I didn't tell you in advance so that you wouldn't be fooled at that time." brother Cen really didn't think that the little girl of the Ruan family was very rare. It may also be because of the big age gap. He has a gap with the aesthetics of young people now.

"When arranging seats for the banquet in the evening, which table are you going to let master Qi sit at?" for the cen family, master Qi is a distinguished guest. When arranging seats, we should pay more attention to it.

"It's right next to me," Cen Baihe turned a few pages of the magazine and found that there were reports about himself, or his lacy news with some female artists. He frowned and threw the magazine on the table. "He came from my face. He's not familiar with others. It's better to sit next to me wherever he sits."

"OK," brother Cen nodded and thought it was quite appropriate.

CEN Baihe stood up and pointed to the magazines on the table: "brother, don't read these non-standard magazines.

Elder brother Cen looked blankly. He just picked up a few copies in the downstairs hall. Who knows what they were. After Cen Baihe left, elder brother Cen turned to the magazine and suddenly became speechless. Now why don't these entertainment notes change to writing novels? This is nonsense.

Qi Yan almost couldn't tell where he was when he sat up from the bed. He knew that he was still in the hotel when he saw Cen Baihe sitting on the sofa reading with his head down.

"Wake up?" Cen Baihe closed the book. "It's getting late. Go wash. Let's go down."

Qi Yan went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face before he woke up. He wiped the water off his face with a towel and turned to the wardrobe to get clothes. When he found that these clothes had been ironed again.

"Thank you," he changed his clothes and thanked Cen Baihe.

"It's not what you said. There's no need to thank friends." Cen Baihe got up from the sofa and walked to Qi Yan, "don't move, lift your head."

Qi Yan looked up blankly and did not know what Cen Baihe was going to do.

"The bow tie and collar are not well arranged."

Qi Yan lowered his head and hit the back of Cen Baihe's hand with his chin, so he raised his chin honestly. This perspective is very close to Cen Baihe. He found that Cen Baihe's lips are very sexy, but the color is a little light and looks lack of color. But the neck and shoulders look good. No wonder you have such a temperament in a suit.

"OK." Cen Baihe took back his hand and patted the dust that didn't exist on his shoulder. When he took back his hand, he couldn't help touching the back of his hand.

Qi Yanchao Cen Baihe smiled: "let's go down."

"OK."

"Why is your voice a little hoarse?"

"It's all right. Maybe it's because I've been sitting for a long time."

"Does it matter?"

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