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Zhao Wenyan stayed at Shen Qiao's house that night, and finally met Huo Qiyu's landlord the next day.

He knocked on the door for a while, and the person who opened the door was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old who looked younger than Shen Qiao, who should be Li Xiao's son or other relatives.Zhao Wenyan took off his shoes and asked, "I'm here to find Mr. Li Xiao, is he at home?"

The boy glanced at him, his eyes full of surprise: "I am Li Xiao, didn't the second brother tell you?"

"..."

Judging from Huo Qiyu's description and his intuitive cognition, Li Xiao should be a handsome and successful second-generation American. Who would have thought that he was a super-rich second-generation like Shen Qiao?

Brother, who do you know in America?

Compared with Shen Qiao's house's bizarre mix-and-match style, Li Xiao's house is obviously much more normal. Professional designers should be invited to design the decorations, which are elegant and harmonious.Li Xiao walked and said, "I live alone in my house, and the cleaners come on Mondays and Thursdays." He paused, and then said, "Second brother is also here."

When Huo Qiyu was mentioned, Zhao Wenyan's curiosity was aroused again: "Why does the second brother live here?"

"He told me in August that he had a friend coming over, but after a while he came by himself."

...This friend is probably himself: "Then how did you know the second brother?"

"You can ask him." Li Xiao obviously didn't want to talk, "In short, the result is that I owe him money."

"How much do you owe?"

"For 47 US dollars, it will be 30 US dollars after he lives for two years."

"..." Zhao Wenyan realized that he knew too little about Huo Qiyu. Of course, poverty may have limited his imagination.

Li Xiao has a good temper and is very patient in teaching him spoken English.Growing up in the United States, his accent is a very authentic New York accent, which is quite different from Shen Qiao.

Zhao Wenyan didn't know why he thought of Shen Qiao again.

"Have you met the owner of the house next to yours?" he asked.

"Oh, of course I have." Li Xiao said helplessly, "He seems to live alone, but I don't see him often." He paused, then said, "Do you know him?"

"He's my college roommate."

"That's really a coincidence." Li Xiao nodded thoughtfully, "Could you introduce him to me if you have time, I really want to know him."

"...Why?" Zhao Wenyan vaguely felt that this question sounded familiar.

"He is me...our compatriot." Li Xiao breathed out lightly, as if speaking in extremely solemn words, "We are all Chinese."

Zhao Wenyan was taken aback.

He suddenly remembered that Shen Qiao had said similar words a few days ago, in a tone completely different from his usual one.A strange feeling rose from the bottom of my heart, it seemed to be joy, but mixed feelings.

He has participated in countless film festivals and met many Hong Kong people.They weren't enough to make him question what he'd learned in books as a child, but enough to disappoint him.

The country he identifies with, his proud lineage, may not be the case in the eyes of others.

"I'll tell him, it just so happens that he also wants to see the second brother." Zhao Wenyan said, "When we have time, let's get together."

When he left Li Xiao's house, Shen Qiao was sitting on his bright red Lamborghini, waiting for him at the door.

"Let's go back to school together, it's getting late."

Shen Qiao sat in the back row of the car by the window, apparently leaving a seat for him, and Zhao Wenyan sat in it knowingly.

"Your neighbor just wants to meet you. If we have time, we can get together." The conversations between them often started with Shen Qiao. Zhao Wenyan always felt that he couldn't be so passive, so he simply opened the mouth.

"Okay." Shen Qiao agreed straightforwardly, "Just let me know when the time and place are fixed, at home or outside." He seemed to have thought of something, and said, "The friend you mentioned before, how did you know him? ?”

"He is my elder brother in a courtyard, but he is much older than me." Zhao Wenyan paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Shen Qiao should not be familiar with Beijing's courtyard culture, and explained, "In Beijing, those of us who have friendships with our elders Everyone lives in the same yard."

"I know, I acted in the movie." Shen Qiao said, "Director Zheng's "Beijing Story", but you are not the photographer of that movie."

Zhao Wenyan didn't expect Shen Qiao to remember it so clearly, and said, "I was doing odd jobs on the set at the time."

"Doing chores?"

"The main thing is to help carry the camera, and watch other people's work by the way." Zhao Wenyan said, "Being a director requires knowing everything, so you have to learn everything."

"I know you are amazing." Shen Qiao nodded, "You can do everything."

Shen Qiao's words were too much praise, she was ashamed: "Don't say that, I don't know much."

"for example?"

"For example, I can't let you dry your hair after taking a shower and then come out." Zhao Wenyan half-jokingly said, "Sooner or later, the floor will be softened by you."

Shen Qiao was taken aback.

Zhao Wenyan really saw that Shen Qiao, who was still talking and laughing, froze for a moment, and the corners of his mouth that were originally raised were slightly lowered.After a while, he lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

He added: "I'll keep an eye out."

Zhao Wenyan hummed, but didn't take it too seriously.Shen Qiao is used to being a young master, how could she move the hair dryer to the bathroom just to accommodate him?

But no matter what, Shen Qiao's attitude surprised him.He turned his head to look at the scenery, and said, "It's no big deal, don't worry too much about it."