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Chapter 152 There are show off emperors everywhere

The second update is here, continue to shout for recommendation tickets!

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When I stepped into the Binhu Tower, it was indeed quite lively. From the first to fourth floors, it was crowded with people. The fifth floor was sealed because the floor slabs on the fifth floor were wooden boards and they were loosened over time. For safety reasons, the municipal department locked the entrance to avoid accidents.[]

Seeing the shabby wooden bench sitting on a shabby but grinding oil, a crowd of people sitting and laughing, or a pet lying on it, Mr. Mo laughed. In his opinion, the city was developing too fast, and only here could he find some of the feelings of the past.

"Old Mo!" As soon as the three of them stood still, an old voice came from the second floor.

When he looked up, he saw an old man with a hunched body, with little white hair and sparse hair, wearing a light blue Zhongshan suit, and a big red mole on his chin. He was waving at Mr. Mo, his thin hands trembled, and his teeth in his cracked mouth were already incomplete.

"Old Wei, you old boy, your eyes are still so sharp!" Seeing Old Wei, Mr. Mo didn't care about Liu Yi and Xiaoyu's support, and rushed straight to the second floor, still muttering, "You came alone this year? Where is Azhi, have you become the dean?"

"Oh, this is not old Moma. Oh, you are closest to here, but every time you are the last one to arrive!" When Liu Yi and Xiaoyu rushed to the second floor with the old man, not only Lao Wei was coming, but also two people, one was thin, wearing big reading glasses, and a cane, trembling when walking, and the other was a big fat man with half-white hair but combed shiver. Moreover, unlike others, he was not wearing a Zhongshan suit, but in a straight suit, and he spoke with a loud voice.

"It's not his fault, brothers, he is the oldest!" The thin old man hurriedly helped Mr. Mo to speak. He sighed at the fat man, "My mother, in another ten years, you will be like this. Of course, the premise is that you can live ten years!"

"Hey, you old Xu, why are you cursing me for nothing? Old Wei, look, Old Xu is almost seventy years old, and he still can't change his shit, and he likes to curse people!" The fat old Yue glared at Old Xu a few times, and Piaotian Sixu.

"Okay, okay, I'm very old. Why do you still look like a child every time you meet, with a blushing face and thick neck? You're not afraid of laughing at the younger generation!" Old Wei waved his hand, then supported each other with Mr. Mo, and sat side by side on the wooden bench near the lake.

"Hey, there are fewer people every year. I don't know how many people will be left next year!" Looking at everyone, Mr. Mo couldn't help but sigh. In his twilight years, old friends gathered together, and it was inevitable that they would be sad.

"Yes, get together once and once!" Old Wei also sighed, then patted Mr. Mo on the shoulder, "Life is enough to live! Come on, the old rules, we will not return until we get drunk today!"

"Yes, yes, today I specially asked Changfeng to bring a few bottles of good wine and respect me!" When Lao Yue heard this, he became excited and shouted at a young man in a black suit behind him, "Changfeng, hurry up, take out the two bottles of wine you brought back from abroad and give it to the uncles to taste!"

"Oh!" Yue Changfeng murmured, then took out two bottles of foreign wine from his travel bag and stuffed it into Lao Yue's hand. His face was full of indifference, and it was obvious that he was not very interested in the gatherings of this older generation.

"Oh, I haven't seen each other for a year. Changfeng has gone abroad. It's a promising future!" Lao Xu and the others have already started to set up the venue. As before, they spread out their own small tables, obviously eat some cooked food, drink a few cups, and then chat and play chess together so that the reminiscence is not so boring.

Lao Xu came with his daughter. His daughter is Xu Minjun. She is nearly forty years old and doesn't talk much, but she can tell at a glance that she is very filial. As long as Lao Xu moves, she will know what he wants to do, and then helps him smoothly. Therefore, she has made tables, chairs, cooked food and so on.

Among the four old seniors, only Lao Wei came alone.

"That's right, you all said that among the children, my parents' style is the most useless. Now, he is a designer of a listed company and often goes abroad to study!" When talking about his beloved son, Lao Yue was immediately full of spring breeze.

"Yes, that's pretty good!" Old Wei smiled indifferently.

Not only a few old seniors, but even Liu Yi and Xiaoyu, who were standing aside, could see that this old monk brought his son here today, and it was very interesting to show off. There was really a show-off emperor everywhere, and even such an old friend gathering was hard to escape.

"This is called thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi!" Lao Yue was excited and sat at the table happily. "My parents' style, your Azhi, your Xu family's Minjun, and the Mo family's Yisheng, Azhi has always been very successful, followed by Minjun, and you all say that my parents' style is the least prosperous, so it's time to change it now!"

"Okay, okay, change, your parents are very prosperous, okay? You are so old, why are you fighting for?" Old Xu said lazily. Everyone didn't say it, and they knew very well that when Changfeng was still young, he fought at school and stole money at home. Old Yue was so mean and reluctant to say it, but Old Mo was outspoken and scolded him every time he saw him. For this reason, Old Yue said he scolded him well, but he always felt uncomfortable. Therefore, over the years, he would brag about Changfeng every time he had a party, and it became more and more intense.

After hearing Lao Yue's words, Xiaoyu frowned for a long time and couldn't help but whisper. According to Lao Yue's words, isn't her father the most unsupportant now?

Although her father is a young worker, he has been diligent and has been very good to her and her mother. How could such a person be the least capable?

At this time, Liu Yi pulled her hand and told her not to be as knowledgeable as these people. Grandpa finally got together with his old friend once, but he could not defeat his interest.

"Old Mo, this is Xiaoyu! It's really a girl who has changed a lot. After not seeing her for a year, she's so beautiful again!" Although Lao Wei is old, he is meticulous. Perhaps he noticed Xiaoyu's displeasure, so he looked at her with a smile.

"Yes, we are all in college!" Others said that their children were happy, while Mr. Mo smiled when he talked about his baby granddaughter. However, he forced Liu Yi to come here today, so he naturally would not neglect him. "By the way, this is Liu Yi. We have been playing with Xiaoyu in our family since we were young, and both of us are now thinking about Binda!"

"Well, it's good, it's great to be young!" Old Wei and Old Xu both nodded frequently, and Xu Minjun also smiled at the two. Compared to Lao Yue's pedantic nature, they were more willing to talk about the energetic young people.

"Changfeng, why are you standing stupidly? Come and tell me about this wine to my uncles. Old Wei must have drunk foreign wine, but Old Mo and Old Xu may not have drunk it, especially because it is so expensive, so it is called 7,800 yuan per bottle!" Old Yue was going to focus on bragging to his brother today, how could the two little kids steal the limelight?

"I've told you so many times, Lafite!" Changfeng said lazily, then he popped a bottle very elegantly, pouring wine for Lao Wei and the others, "You must have never drunk this wine, because many of the Lafites in China are fake, so even if Brother Zhi can afford it, he may not be able to buy the authentic ones!"

"Is that so? You have to try it!" Old Wei smiled with a scheming smile, and waved to Liu Yi and Mo Xiaoyu while saying, "You guys come and try it too. They are all acquaintances, don't be too restrictive!"

"Thank you, Grandpa Wei, we won't drink!" Xiaoyu nodded and smiled. Just now, Lao Yue was still saying that his father was unpromising, so why would she drink his wine?
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