I Really Didn’t Want to be Born Again

The Oriental Hotel has been doing business almost every day since it opened. Probably because of its location, service, and reputation, it is one of the top hotels in Hong Kong City. There was plenty of sunshine on the morning of the 18th, which dispelled the deep chill.

Today, Xiao Hongwei, the deputy director of the city's Public Security Bureau, is hosting a banquet here. The hotel manager personally inquires about the details, trying his best to leave a good impression on Director Xiao so that we can at least strike up a conversation when we meet again in the future.

A bright banner has been hung at the main entrance.

Happy 20th birthday to Xiao Rongyu, daughter of Xiao Hongwei and Lu Yuqing!

This is the custom characteristic here in northern Jiangsu. The 20th birthday is a very important day, second only to weddings and funerals.

Around 9 o'clock, a group of people started to appear in front of the hotel. Some were old ladies wearing gray and white cotton-padded jackets, some were women holding children, and some were smoking cigarettes. Of course, there were also some who were wearing only thin leather jackets in the cold weather. Young people shook hands and greeted each other from a distance, calling each other affectionately.

These are all relatives of Xiao Hongwei's family. Although Lao Xiao and Lu Yuqing have a good family background, some relatives are just simple farmers, but they are very enthusiastic. I heard that the younger generation or cousins ​​are over 20 years old and come to the city by car very early. .

In fact, rural people pay more attention to etiquette and have a deeper sense of family.

After 9:30, another group of relatives came over.

Most of them came by car, and they all seemed to be middle-aged couples with successful careers, and their children were neatly dressed. The cigarettes they took out were all worth more than 20 yuan, and there were even a lot of Chinese.

In fact, it is very strange to say that everyone is obviously a relative, but the rich relatives will go to Xiao Hongwei's house to sit down first, as if to show off; for those who are more ordinary, everyone has a tacit understanding to come first Arrive at the hotel.

This is also an interesting reflection of society’s rural outlook.

Around 10 o'clock, Lao Xiao's family also came over, but it was delayed for a long time because relatives kept coming.

Lao Xiao is considered a big figure in the small city of Hong Kong, so even if some relatives wait for an hour, they won't be angry, especially the hotel manager who is a good person and keeps asking the waiters to bring tea and water.

After getting off the bus, Lao Xiao apologized one by one: Sorry, sorry, we're late.

It's okay, cousin, where is the eldest niece?

It's not too late, it's only 10 o'clock.

That's right, we just arrived.

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The relatives comforted her thoughtfully. Xiao Hongwei exchanged greetings, took out Zhonghua from his pocket and started to smoke. At this time, Xiao Rongyu's grandmother, mother and herself all got out of the car.

Grandma is wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket with pearls dotting the sleeves, which looks very festive;

Mom is wearing a brown woolen windbreaker, which makes her even more luxurious;

Xiao Rongyu is wearing a pink down jacket and some light makeup. Her delicate oval face is as crystal clear as jade, her curled eyelashes are flickering, her mouth is pink and shiny, and her iconic ponytail sways with her body. Swinging from side to side, it shows the liveliness and youthfulness of a 20-year-old.

Relatives gathered around him with smiles.

Second Grandma, you are celebrating your birthday.

Sister-in-law, your windbreaker is so beautiful.

Xiao Yu'er is already 20 years old and will always be so beautiful.

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Next, Xiao Hongwei took Xiao Rongyu to greet relatives.

Because we don't have much contact with some relatives, and because she goes to school, we may not have met her a few times, but since they are attending the banquet, they must be addressed politely.

Xiao Yu'er has a sharp tongue, a sweet voice, and a good family. Many elders want to give red envelopes. Lu Yuqing quickly stopped him. It's been more than a month since the Spring Festival, so how can he receive more red envelopes.

Brothers of the same generation who are in their 20s, when they see their sister being so beautiful, they respond a little coyly.

Before the greeting was finished, Xiao Rongyu was already followed by a bunch of little kids, all primary school students and kindergarten teams. When they saw that their sister was beautiful, they all gathered around her thighs and looked up at Xiao Rongyu. .

The hotel manager knew that Director Xiao was coming, so he quickly came out of the lobby to say hello. He specially took out the Jianye Nine-Five Supreme and said respectfully and warmly: Director Xiao, there are a lot of people today.

Um.

Xiao Hongwei was so busy that he felt dizzy. He asked in a short story, Have everything been arranged?

alright.

The hotel manager patted his chest and assured: There won't be any problems.

Xiao Hongwei felt relieved and took the initiative to shake hands with the hotel manager: Then I'll leave it to you.

correct.

Lao Xiao took out a red envelope from his pocket: This is for the master of ceremonies, please convey it to me.

The hotel manager took the red envelope and wondered: Isn’t it the emcee you invited? It’s not the hotel who invited it. How can I convey it to you?

But Xiao Hongwei didn't have time to explain, because around 10:30, his colleagues and Lu Yuqing's colleagues came over.

These are all big shots, at least in Hong Kong City.

The titles of various directors and directors are flying all over the place. The eight regulations have not yet come out, and the children of leaders can still hold birthday parties. Lao Xiao quickly left his relatives behind and took Xiao Rongyu to greet these uncles, aunts and uncles.

Relatives will not feel left out, but will feel a little envious, because how well a person is doing can be seen from the friends he associates with.

Lao Chen and Liang Meijuan also came over. Their units were close and they made an appointment to walk over.

Why did you show up?

Xiao Hongwei said hurriedly: My voice was hoarse when I spoke.

Uncle Chen, Aunt Liang.

Xiaoyuer also came over to say hello.

Girl~

Liang Meijuan didn't know what to say, so she reached out and hugged Xiao Rongyu, and Xiaoyuer obediently leaned her head on Liang Meijuan's shoulder.

They all knew that Chen Hansheng would be absent from the banquet.

But Xiao Hongwei didn't know, he even looked behind him: Where's Han Sheng, where did this kid go to play?

He He······

Liang Meijuan was so confused that she didn’t know how to explain it.

Fortunately, Xiao Hongwei just asked casually. He absolutely did not believe that Chen Hansheng would be absent today. He turned to Chen Zhaojun and said: Old Chen, I have to take care of my relatives. Please help me comfort my colleagues in the unit, Xiao Yu'er. You follow Dad, there are some elders here that you need to know.

After Xiao Hongwei left with his daughter, Liang Meijuan looked at her husband: What should I do? The bastard is not answering the phone right now. How about we put down the gift money and go back...

What nonsense are you talking about?

Chen Zhaojun interrupted his wife directly: If my son runs away, can my parents run away with him again?

Lao Chen took out his social cigarette and began to help Xiao Hongwei greet the guests.

If Chen Hansheng learned his social and entertainment skills from where, half of them came from his independent personality, and half of them were from Old Chen.

I saw Chen Zhaojun quietly infiltrating the inside. When he met guests in the system, he would first introduce his identity, and then talk about some anecdotes about the officialdom of the port city; occasionally meeting Xiao Hongwei's rural relatives, he would talk about this year's Harvest; when meeting those relatively wealthy relatives, Lao Chen would talk to them about the changes in the market economic system.

Lao Chen has been practicing calligraphy for many years, and he has good self-cultivation and tolerance. In addition, the company is good, so everyone gives him a bit of face when he greets him.

We stood under the sun like this until 11 o'clock. The hotel manager said it was almost time and the banquet officially started at 12 o'clock. Only then did Xiao Hongwei call for everyone to enter the main hall.

Hurry up, my dear, you are the protagonist today.

Lao Xiao saw Xiao Yu'er standing at the door, looking south.

knew.

Xiao Rongyu responded silently. There was no red Xia Li in his sight, only a gray bus slowly driving in.

This bus is very inconspicuous, it just bears the Jianye license plate of Su A.

In the carriage, the discussion was all about the life of college students.

We are changing dormitories this semester. I have been having insomnia in the new dormitory. I didn't expect that I would sleep very comfortably in Hong Kong City.

I didn't expect that I would be a sophomore in a blink of an eye. Time flies so fast.

Xiaomeng, what was your score in the CET-4 exam last December?

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A dark-skinned boy also asked his companions: What is your level 4 score?

More than 100 points.

A voice replied with a smile: In short, everyone is in three digits. In fact, the difference is not that big.

“Can a Level 4 score of over 100 points be the same as a Level 4 score of over 500 points?”

The dark-skinned boy said dissatisfiedly: I didn't answer the listening test well, but fortunately I barely passed Level 4.

Awesome, I can't get a few points in my English listening skills even if I wear headphones. I might as well rely on my senses.

This boy who scored more than 100 points in the Level 4 exam stood up. He was actually wearing a formal suit and leather shoes. He looked out the window and said, We have arrived at the hotel. Everyone, please be careful. Enter the village quietly. Don't let anyone shoot you.

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(Lao Liu wants to write truthfully and meticulously, but he is worried about what you guys say. In fact, the more than 2,700 words are not watery at all; recently many trainee readers have been picky and don't know the comment section of Chen Scumbag. Can readers who are fans only leave messages?!!!)