Cheng Peng was so drunk that all the friends who came to cheer him up died before the show even ended.
Hu Li had good control. After sending her friend away, she couldn't hold on anymore. She took off her high heels first and stepped on the ground barefoot. The ground was cold and slippery. I asked her to put on my canvas shoes tonight. I will stay here with her because she wants to accompany Cheng Peng.
A call came in, from an unknown number.
"Baozhu, this is Li Zhiyuan," he said, "Cheng Peng has already taken the hangover medicine. I will come to pick up the three of you at 10:30 tomorrow morning. Please tell Hu Li that she didn't answer my call just now."
Since we have made an agreement with Hu Li a long time ago, I just need to change the subject.
In the middle of the night, Hu Li went crazy and had to squeeze in with me to show off the sparkling ring on her index finger. I was so disturbed by her that I really wanted to roll my eyes at her.
Hu Li held her face and smiled foolishly: "I really want to get married tomorrow."
I couldn't help but give her a roll of the eyes, which made her laugh so hard.
The next day, when Director Li came, Cheng Peng, who had a splitting headache, was arguing with him about driving by himself. When Hu Li and I came out, they were frozen, and Hu Li could smell his disgusting drunkenness. I persuaded him with bad breath, while Director Li and I stood by and watched the excitement.
After some hard work, Cheng Peng agreed to take Director Li's car and asked me to drive his car back to the city.
Hu Li complained to him: "I told you before that Baozhu can't drive like me."
Cheng Peng laughed and said, "Baozhu, you really failed to get your driver's license after taking the exam three times? Didn't you say that you had the best grades before?"
Hu Li scolded him and slapped his arm to shut him up. I said, "Maybe he doesn't have the talent to drive."
Cheng Peng threw the key to me, "Let's go, I'll teach you." As he said that, he came over to pull me. I really didn't want to smell the smell of alcohol on him, so I took a step back slightly.
Director Li happened to take a step over and said, "Don't leave yet, I came here early in the morning and prepared to give you a beating at noon."
After saying this, Cheng Peng hurriedly got in the car, "Let's go, I'm hungry too. I didn't eat anything last night. Li Liguang made me drink porridge this morning. I'm hungry just after you tell me."
I grabbed Hu Li and told her that I was going back to my home and said goodbye to them.
Director Li wanted to see me off first, but I declined. My home is not far from here, and I didn't lie.
When I was about 9 years old, my father, my mother, and I moved from our hometown to this city, and we have lived here for 21 years.
Lakeside is a relatively quiet and remote place in the city. The bus drives all the way north, and each stop is far away. The right side is almost covered with grass, mixed with a few vegetable fields cultivated by someone.
This place used to be a rural area in the city. Later, it was expropriated because a real estate group wanted to build a villa area here.
The bus passed through the villa area and ended not far from my home.
There are 12 monitors along the way, and no one can perfectly avoid all monitors. In this era, all your information is transparent, and all your actions are monitored and controlled by big data.
Fortunately, I don't need to avoid all the surveillance cameras. I only need to avoid two of them when moving, one at the entrance of the village and the other at the bus stop next to the villa area.
The houses in the village are all the same. They were built for all the villagers when a real estate group expropriated the land. When my grandmother passed away, she left half of the old house to my mother. When the house was demolished, there was a separate house for my mother. , after my mother passed away, my father, under the witness of my uncle and aunt, first changed the name of the property to me.
After that, I was alone because my father left with half of the demolition money. On the day he left, he gave me a card, a key, and a message.
The road home seems to be farther away because of memory. My parents have walked this road, I have walked it, but my sister has not, and my sister is buried in my hometown. I have only been back twice, once before my grandma passed away and once after my grandma passed away.
