"Uncle Zhao, we have met each other, and we have seen each other twice." Zhao Changfeng smiled decently, and the words "Uncle" blurted out, intimate and natural, as if Zhao Qiang was really his uncle, and he did not feel embarrassed at all when he saw a big man.

In fact, this is something Zhao Changfeng has considered before coming. He must follow Ling'er's relationship with him to call Zhao Qiang. If he foolishly changed his words to Governor Zhao, then it would not be easy for him to change his words to call him uncle in the future. Even if he changed his words and pressed them up in the future, Zhao Qiang would feel uncomfortable after hearing this, and it would definitely not be as natural as today.

"Haha, have you seen it twice?" Zhao Qiang laughed. While sitting on the sofa, he asked Zhao Changfeng to sit down: "Sit down, sit down and say, when have you seen it?"

"The first meeting was more than four years ago, and I met in your office of the provincial government." Zhao Changfeng recalled the situation that day.

"More than four years ago?" Zhao Qiang became even more surprised. Things became more and more interesting. Ling'er's tutor actually met him more than four years ago.

"Yes, more than four years ago." Zhao Changfeng said: "It should be September 1992. The summer vacation has just passed and the school started soon. I met Grandpa Zhang Changsuo while taking the bus, and later accompanied Grandpa Zhang Changsuo to the provincial government to find you."

"What? Are you the student who gave Uncle Changluo at that time?" Zhao Qiang frowned and carefully recalled the image of the college student at that time, "No, right? I remember that the student was dark and thin..."

Zhao Changfeng laughed embarrassedly: "Uncle Zhao, I played basketball every day at school, of course I was dark and thin. Now I am in the office all day long without seeing the sun and have no chance to exercise, so I naturally become what I am now."

Zhao Qiang looked at Zhao Changfeng carefully, but no matter how he recalled it, he could not overlap the image of Zhao Changfeng with the young man who gave him Uncle Changsuo. Is it really old? Zhao Qiang smiled mockingly.

In fact, this is very normal. That thing is just a very inconspicuous little thing in Zhao Qiang's eyes. If it weren't for Zhang Changsuo, Zhao Qiang might have forgotten it long ago. However, although he still remembers the general situation, his image of the helpful college student in the matter is becoming more and more blurred. Apart from the four words "black and thin", he has no other impression. How can this match the white and gentle Zhao Changfeng in front of him?

"So what about the second time? Where did we meet the next time?" Zhao Qiang asked the next question.

"Uncle Zhao," Zhao Changfeng called out his uncle, "The second time was in September 1995, at the on-site experience exchange meeting for poverty alleviation in F County."

"Oh~" Zhao Qiang smiled, stretched out his finger and kept lit Zhao Changfeng, saying, "I said why is it so familiar! It turns out that it is a typical example of poverty alleviation work in the province in 1995. Zhao Changfeng, right?"

Zhao Changfeng smiled and said, "Yes, Uncle Zhao, it's me. I still keep the photo with you at that time!"

Zhao Qiang patted his head and said, "Oh, I'm old and older, and my memory is a little too late."

Ling'er curled her lips and said, "What old is old? Dad, if you forget, you will forget, please don't make excuses. If you want to say that old, can you have Grandpa Zhang? Grandpa Zhang recognized Brother Changfeng at first sight!"

Zhao Changfeng was afraid that Zhao Qiang would not be able to hold on his face, so he quickly said, "Uncle Zhao is busy with official business. There are so many people who want to meet Uncle Zhao every day. If he wants to remember each other, wouldn't Uncle Zhao's head become as big as a house to be able to fit it?"

Zhao Qiang smiled bitterly and said, "No need for so many people, just Ling'er's one treasure makes my head bigger than a house!"

Ling'er snorted disdainfully, but a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Qiang ignored Ling'er and asked with a smile: "Changfeng, Ling'er just said that Uncle Changsuo recognized you. Why, have you kept in touch with Uncle Changsuo? Why haven't you heard him say it?"

Zhao Changfeng was shocked, knowing that Zhao Qiang was a little suspicious that he maintained contact with Zhang Changsuo, and that Jitu relied on the relationship between Zhang Changsuo and Zhao Qiang to seek benefits. Maybe Zhao Qiang just asked casually, and there was no such complicated meaning in it, but when he said Wu Xin, he listened to it. Zhao Changfeng felt that he had to explain this issue clearly to Zhao Qiang, otherwise Zhao Qiang would probably have a lower evaluation of him in his heart.

"No, I have never seen Grandpa Zhang again since I sent Grandpa Zhang to the provincial government that time," Zhao Changfeng said with a smile: "Until one evening two years later, I was hit by Ling'er's bicycle..."

Ling'er immediately protested: "Brother Changfeng, can you speak with some conscience? You obviously bumped into my car!"

Zhao Qiang listened with interest that the couple was busy with official duties and rarely had time to spend with their daughter. The daughter was depressed every day and rarely saw her daughter so happy.

"Haha, there is this place, I have never heard Ling'er mention it! Changfeng, tell me what's going on."

Zhao Changfeng said: "That was something I was assigned to the Provincial Government Affairs Administration Bureau after graduation. I was waiting for a bike on the side of the road. Ling'er rode a bicycle and hit me. No, I hit Ling'er who was riding a bicycle..."

Ling'er was glaring at Zhao Changfeng fiercely. After hearing him change his words, she smiled proudly and said, "That's it, you bumped into me."

Zhao Changfeng said with a smile: "I accidentally bumped into Ling'er's bicycle. Ling'er fell off the bike and sprained her ankle and couldn't walk..."

Zhao Qiang was shocked when he heard this. It turned out that his daughter had sprained her ankle and couldn't walk. He had never heard her daughter mention it. He asked quickly: "Ling'er, is it serious? Why have you never told your father and mother?"

Ling'er said carelessly: "Dad, it doesn't matter. Grandpa Zhang straightened my ankle twice at that time. It's not a big deal, I didn't tell you."

"Oh..." Zhao Qiang then breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Changfeng felt a little embarrassed.

Zhao Qiang waved his hand and said, "Changfeng, continue. It's okay, I just care."
Chapter completed!