dance like a butterfly

After my colleague left, I was not in a hurry to go to the North Bus Station. If I wanted to go to the North Station, it would only take me 10 minutes.He's a madman, this tossing is that the phone is really in the office of the office, and it takes less than an hour to go back and forth.I'll just wait for his news.

With the northward shift of the provincial government, the changes beyond the North Second Ring Road in Xi'an are really great.From Fengcheng Road to Wulu Road, there are all skyscrapers.It is a new industrial area, and the architectural layout is also perfect.Urban greening is even more painstaking. Lawns and green belts are even more ingenious under the premise of creating a hygienic city.

In front of a newsstand, I stopped. I wanted to buy a copy of "Sports Weekly" and read sports news to pass the time.

At this time, before I received the newspaper from the stall owner, a voice rang in my ear: "Hey, boss, take two boxes of King Furong!"

I didn't need to pay attention to this voice at first, but the problem is that right after, the person who spoke patted me on the shoulder at the same time, and at the same time, he also let out a "huh".

I was a little disgusted by the people on the street hooking their shoulders and slapping their backs. I tilted my right shoulder, took off the hand on my shoulder, and said impatiently: Talk about something!

Looking up again, I saw that the man was Lao Han.

"It's you?" Seeing me, he seemed a little happy, "Why are you here?"

"Oh, who am I, Brother Han." I was also a little surprised, why is Xi'an so small?

"I think you don't remember me? You still know my surname is Han, and you don't call me, because you are afraid that I will let you treat me?!" Old Han laughed, as if I was an old friend for many years .

Now, it's my turn to feel embarrassed. "Then, Brother Han, I'm afraid to disturb you."

"No, no, I still miss you, and you don't believe it when you say it."

"Missing me?"

Old Han said with a smile. "Yeah yeah."

In his narrowed eyes, there is a familiar thing that I can't explain clearly. That kind of thing makes people feel far away, as if they are very close, full of temptation.

Lao Han is that kind of attractive man.

It is said that Lao Han is attractive because although his clothes are not expensive, they are always decent, tidy and refreshing.Not very handsome, but unique.At a mature age, his actions are swift and concise.

"If you have nothing to do, go talk to my brother, okay?" Old Han pointed to a black Audi on the parking line not far away.

"Ha, I'm waiting for someone here, and I don't know when he will come."

"Then get in the car and chat for a while, just in time, I'm waiting for someone, Murakami's accountant." Old Han seemed very sincere.

Sitting in Lao Han's car, Lao Han pressed the button, and the window glass slid down half a block without a sound. He opened the cigarette, handed me one, and took one himself.

I lit a cigarette for him with a fire, he leaned over and took a puff, the cigarette butt turned red, and he tapped my hand holding the lighter twice with his right finger, thanking me silently.

"You are in business, right? Little brother," he asked.

"Yeah, you have a really good memory." I looked at Lao Han sideways, "No, I was going to Fuping with my colleagues today, but something happened to him, and he went back to the office. I'm waiting for him."

"Then what's your name?"

"Hong—Xiao—Hui." My surname is Hong Qian, but Xiao Hui is not my real name.Although I have a good feeling for Lao Han, the last chance encounter always made me feel as if I had designed it for someone.

"Hong Xiaohui, Hong Xiaohui." Old Han muttered. "Xiaohui, do you live in the same unit as Zhang Wenqing? Do you know Zhang Wenqing?"

Zhang Wenqing is a fat man who lives in the opposite door. He is divorced from his wife. He is the kind of person who has a rich night life. He seems to have a lot of entertainment. He always comes back drunk in the middle of the night, and he often leads gorgeous women with heavy make-up. I I've seen it many times on the stairs.

"I know a little, but I'm not familiar with it. I also heard that his name is Zhang Wenqing from people who often look for him. I heard that he is a capable person who specializes in construction work. People who look for him always knock on the wrong door. I live opposite him."

Lao Han nodded, "I was looking for him that day. However, he wasn't here."

"It's been a long time since I saw him," I said.

"Oh." Lao Han's expression darkened.

I am a little relieved, I am paranoid.

I'm not good, and I don't like to inquire about other people's affairs.Without saying a word, he lowered his head and smoked.

At this time, the phone rang.

It was a colleague who called by official phone, saying that they couldn't find it after asking for a long time, maybe it was stolen when we got in the car just now.Said that he plans to buy a new one now and apply for a new card, that's all, let me wait.

Lao Han regained his smile and said, "Xiaohui, what is your phone number? If I want you to treat me to dinner, I can call you."

It's hard for me to refuse, so I can understand it this way: He asked for my phone number for the convenience of asking Zhang Wenqing in the future.No matter what his purpose is, it is inappropriate to reject people at this time.

I took the phone and dialed his number, and he got through. It was the song "Lover" by Dao Lang.

Lao Han saved my phone number.

Now it seems that the last meeting was purely a coincidence, and my heart brightened.

I think my colleagues are coming soon, how long does it take to buy a phone, and it’s not too time-consuming to reissue a phone card, what a fool.When he was thinking about it, he called and said that he bought the phone, but the system was upgraded, and the card could not be processed yet.It seems that it is impossible to go to Fuping after getting the card today, so I asked me to come back or something.

What else can happen, if Zhang Sheng doesn't appear on the stage, it's useless to rush to the matchmaker.

I said: "Then I'll go back, you honestly handle your private affairs today, tomorrow you have to go to Fuping whether you have a call or not."

He was obsequious on the phone.

"Xueping, how is your business going, oh, that's good, I was waiting for you here, I have something to do temporarily, how about this, you go to sit with Party A, you can take a taxi, um, So be it."

Apparently Lao Han was calling his accountant.

After seeing him make the phone call, I prepared to get off the car: "Since you have something to do, I won't bother you. I won't go to Fuping today, I have to go back."

Lao Han smiled and stopped me: "Don't, what I said was to accompany you to drink. I saw that you said you couldn't go to Fuping, so I called the accountant."

I hesitated for a while, "Drinking is a minor matter, I'm afraid it will delay your work."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I have a standard. Well, what do you like to eat, I will treat you today, and you have to give me face."

"Any one, I'm not a picky eater."

Lao Han started the car, and the car slowly slid north