the years when i was in heaven

"weekend?"

The sky was cloudless and the wind was blowing. They parked the car under the shade of a tree and leaned against the door to smoke.

"He called me that night and asked me to ask you to eat in his restaurant." Qiu Hai looked at the small house with red tiles and green trees across the road, took a puff of cigarette, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "I don't know how to use a car." Press the button on the phone to hang up, and don't pay attention to the front."

"..."

The timing is wrong.

Mingli listened calmly, and called Qiu Hai when he was driving on weekends, explaining that he was already on his way to the company, and this reason was by no means the purpose of Qiu Hai's visit to the company.

Ming Li nodded despite his doubts.

Qiu Hai explained: "When I was in school, I worked in his father's restaurant on weekends for a period of time."

"I know."

Unexpectedly, Qiu Hai frowned, "You know?"

Shouldn't I know?

Ming Li looked at him, "I told me the day I pulled you into the three of us on the weekend."

"That's right." His brows tended to loosen, but the "Chuan" lines between his brows were still visible.

The cigarette butt was thrown into the roadside trash can, and the two of them tacitly agreed not to smoke a second one.

Each other's hands are propped by the door, only a few centimeters apart.Ming Li moved towards his body, and Qiu Hai's hand followed, covering the back of his hand.

Occasionally, a car passed by the fallen leaves rolled up on the ground, and thousands of words were melted into the temperature of this touch.

Qiu Hai's brows never relaxed.

There is a two-story old house near a certain business district in the city center, with a thick European-style retro decoration.As the No.1 platform in the word-of-mouth environment list of this business circle, countless people come to check in every day.

There are tourists from other places who come here especially, and there are also Internet celebrities who want to improve their circle of friends.They usually choose the place with the best light and background to sit for an afternoon, and sometimes they have to queue up when they come late, and they can also share a table if they have a good discussion.

However, even the most acquainted regular customers, VIPs who spend the most, and even the staff cannot step into the small balcony on the second floor, because this is the private domain of the owner of the store.

Sitting on the edge of the balcony with a straw in his mouth and his legs crossed on weekends, there is a long row of luxury cars under his feet.Looking far away, relying on the inherent advantages of the foundation, this location can overlook most of the city.

The door behind him was pushed open, and a man dressed as a chef walked in. His whole body was spotless white, and his sleeves were neatly rolled up to his elbows.

Weekend heard the sound and turned around, "Oh, I'm cooking again, Chef Fu."

Fu Yu's hair is neither long nor short, and he grabbed it a few times and fixed it behind his head. The bridge of his nose is naturally higher than ordinary people, and his entire face is sharp and sharp.He sat across from the weekend, with his arms folded on his chest, "When will you return the balcony key to me?"

"Are you afraid of being found out about your little secret?" Zhou weekend drank the cocktail on the table with a smirk.

Fu Yu frowned, "The store is very busy tonight, so I can't take you home."

"Ah, ah, I'm driving."

Fu Yu stared at the glass of high-altitude cocktail on the table, without saying a word.

The goblet was empty, and on weekends, he took a long breath in the night wind and let it out slowly.Alcohol can make people resist the cold and make people sober for a short time. He leaned on the back of the chair, looking at the night scene in a trance.

"If you want the turnover of the store this month, I can email it to you." Fu Yu said: "If you still want to find a girl to introduce to your good buddies, sorry, I don't have any other opposite sex around me."

"Fu Yu." Playing with a goblet on the weekend, he answered irrelevant questions and said, "Is there a time when you are particularly powerless, that is, you know something happened, but you have no right to participate, and you don't even have the right to ask."

Fu Yu was silent for a while, "What do you want to express."

Weekend suddenly laughed, "Sure enough, sure enough, people like you who don't think about anything can live a transparent life, thinking about nothing..."

He shook his head, and with a "click", the can of beer was opened and was about to be delivered to his mouth when Fu Yu grabbed his wrist.

"You can't drink any more."

Zhou weekend's smile deepened, and he opened his fingers silently, "I can."

At the same time as the face is profiled, the small objects on the ears reflect tiny and sharp light.

Fu Yu was quiet for a while, and suddenly said out of nowhere: "Earrings."

On the weekend, he touched his ear bone and said casually, "Wear it for playing."

Fu Yu: "George Krocrist."

Startled on the weekend, Fu Yu continued: "A world-renowned jewelry designer and a fan of Givenchy. He fell in love with a financier at a party. At that time, the financier and his wife married into the family had a son. Their love affair not recognized by the world.”

"He never married, burned his own studio, destroyed all his works, dragged the financier to die in the fire, and showed the world his paranoia, resistance, and long live freedom. If your earrings are real Yes, the value will not be measurable in money.”

A luxury car drove away with heavily made-up girls, and another luxury car stopped.There was a long, long silence on the weekend, and finally he changed his usual idleness and raised his eyes to look at him.

Fu Yu snatched the can and patted him on the shoulder, "If this is what you are after, you should say it out loud."

After practicing all day, Mingli's familiarity with the road conditions in this suburb is almost as good as commuting to and from get off work.The number of cars around on the road into the city gradually increased, and the Panamera merged into the traffic flow and drove into the main road.

The car is like a shiny shooting star, the cool car has special treatment everywhere, the car owners are generally quite friendly to them, and occasionally a car with a comparable size drifts by, which can be ignored.

The Weeknd's "The Hills" was playing in the car, and the high-quality sound effects stimulated the eardrums and chest cavity.Mingli supported the window frame with his arm, and put his hand in front of his mouth.

A while ago, I followed a drama called "Skam". There was a scene in it: William drove Noora to the top of the mountain for a ride late at night, and looked at Noora next to him like a treasure, for fear that she would regret canceling the date.

BGM is this song.

Ming Li watched it many times. In addition to lamenting his good looks, he also imagined that one day Qiu Hai would be able to take him for a ride in a small car.

"What are you laughing at?" Qiu Hai looked at him.

"No." Mingli smiled and looked ahead.

After 10 minutes, they drove onto the elevated.

The Volkswagen SUV behind the rear of the car frequently flashed its flashing lights, and the rearview mirror flashed and sparkled.Finally, under the pressure of being captured by surveillance cameras, the driver behind pulled down the window and passed them with a middle finger.

"This driver is not civilized at all." Qiu Hai held the steering wheel with both hands and commented as if nothing happened.

Mingli turned off the music.

You can skip his flight, but you can't ignore his driver's license!

This freshly baked road killer has added an indelible psychological shadow to the majority of drivers.

Run thirty miles on an elevated highway with a speed limit of eighty.

Reasonable, in compliance with traffic rules, and emotional...Ming Li felt that the eldest brother was already very civilized, but if it was him, he wouldn't be able to beat up the car.

"Let's hurry up a little bit?" Mingli tactfully put forward a reasonable suggestion.

"The love of the elderly at thirty per hour is very good. It fits your real situation." Qiu Hai turned on the music again, and a song that was originally quite artistic suddenly turned into a speechless song by Mingli.

He covered his forehead, "I think you should take a taxi to and from get off work in a short time."

"No." Qiu Hai immediately refused without thinking, "Having a taxi won't give me the pleasure of going thirty miles per hour."

Mingli: "..."

It can be seen that this is an old driver.

City B is a city that never sleeps with the freshest blood flowing forever.

As a senior foodie, only you don't want to eat, there is nothing you can't eat.

For example, the restaurant they are in now is the No. 1 iron pot stew in the city. The boss's father and grandpa all make iron pot stew.

Ming Li exaggeratedly rubbed his eyes, "I'm not mistaken, if I remember correctly, the last time you treated a guest was the beef rice bowl in the cafeteria when you were a junior in junior year."

"I call quantitative change to qualitative change." Zhuang Su'an ticked off the menu frantically, and said to the orderer, "How much is it?"

The orderer quickly calculated the price, "Sir, 1456."

"Not enough." He handed the menu to Mingli who was opposite him, "What else do you want to eat, order more."

"... Pretending to be garlic, you kid won't press me here to wash the dishes, will you?" Ming Li looked at him with disbelief.

"Just kidding." Zhuang Su'an waved his fleshy hand, "Am I that kind of person? I'm so developed that I can treat my brother to a good meal."

Ming Li handed over the menu to the orderer, and after the orderer left, he propped his arms on the table and looked mysteriously at the fat man wearing square glasses.

Brothers for several years, Mingli knows best.Unlike going to learn to fly on weekends in order to resist his family, this kid passed the medical examination for flying at the flying academy purely by mistake. In fact, he has always had a dream of becoming a novelist in his heart.

Helpless to imagine, it is easy to start and difficult to start. After graduation, he has not made much money at all under the pressure of his family.Thanks to the backing of Boss Zhou, I will not starve to death on the way of coding.

"Did you earn the manuscript fee?"

"It's more than just the manuscript fee." Zhuang Su'an said proudly: "Last month, a film and television company found me through an editor and said that they would buy the film and television copyright of my book! Eighty! Eighty!!"

Mingli ignored the fleshy hand compared to Nike in front of him, and asked in disbelief, "Are you sure you're not a liar?"

"It's true." Zhuang Su'an rubbed his palms, "It's not in vain that I have been sexually obsessed day and night, and now everyone is here to sexualize them."

"..." Mingli held his chin, "Then may I ask, which novel did Zhuang Zhuang sell, and would you be lucky enough to read it? It won't be the one with more than 5000 million words trying to guide me to fall in love."

Zhuang Su'an smiled inexplicably, and turned the phone screen towards him.Ming Li leaned over, and saw Zhuang Su'an's list of many completed novels with the sign of "Contract Film and Television" on the back.

""My Captain Baba"?"

Zhuang Suan nodded like a rattle.

"It's going to be adapted into a film and television. Shouldn't the name be more official, such as "My Captain's Father"?"

Zhuang Suan's face twisted slightly, "This way, it won't be broadcast."

Mingli: "?"

With reverent appreciation, he read the first three chapters of the novel.

"Boom—!!"

The guests turned to the source of the sound.

"Mingli...Brother Ming! Calm down, be sure to calm down! This is not a weekend store, if it breaks, you will be detained to wash the dishes!"

Zhuang Suan held the iron lid of the cauldron to protect his chest.

Mingli held the cauldron high with both hands, stepped on the bench, and the modern version of "Five Heroes of Langya Mountain" went into battle every minute to kill the enemy and tear Zhuang Su'an into 80 pieces.

"Brother Ming, art comes from life. Don't worry, I have repeatedly emphasized that there is no prototype!"

Ming Li gritted his teeth, "Then what does the most conspicuous sentence at the beginning of your article 'Adapted from a real person' mean?"

"This..." Zhuang Suan swallowed, "To attract readers."

"Okay, let's not mention this for now." Mingli scrolled to the bottom of the page, "In the end, the protagonist was overwhelmed by the captain's majesty, so what does it mean to run to the bed and tie himself up for the captain to enjoy?"

"This..." Zhuang Suan's palms were sweating, "Sometimes this art needs secondary processing."

"Process you big goose!"

"Don't, don't, I was wrong! Hey!? Don't slap your face! Glasses! My iron pot is stewed!!"