Tang and Song seldom contacted fellow villagers in Beijing. He had to work while studying and had no time at all. He said, "There is no way, the study task is too heavy. Oh, my mother is still waiting for me at home, so why not, go to my house to sit there."

"No need." Zhao Yuchen finally said something Tang Song likes to hear, and he continued: "I came to you to inform you of two things."

Tang Song asked him, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Yuchen said: "The old principal retires and the school wants to hold a farewell ceremony. You are back. It's impossible not to go, right?"

Tang Song nodded and said, "I have received N emails, of course I want to go there, and what else?"

Zhao Yuchen said: "Chen Qisheng invited all Longxi classmates who were studying in Beijing to the Longxi Hotel to have a party. He told me to call you."

Tang Song asked in confusion: "Why did Chen Qisheng go to Longxi to invite a classmate reunion?"

Chen Qisheng used to study in the high school department of Jackie Chan Middle School. He was also a classmate of Tang Song and Zhao Yuchen, but he transferred to Suizhou No. 1 Middle School in the first semester of his second year of high school. Later, he was admitted to the Department of Political Science and Law of Beijing University. Tang Song met Chen Qisheng several times on and off campus. At the beginning, they even said hello to each other, but later they were too lazy to even say hello, and they were naturally alienated.

Zhao Yuchen said, "Don't worry about why he is, anyway, someone will pay. All the students who come back have to go. You can't leave the masses and have fun together."

The Tang and Song dynasties belonged to the "three-no" product without power, power and background. They are the standard "fearing gatherings". He didn't catch a cold at classmate reunion. He said, "Forget it, I won't go."

Zhao Yuchen quickly shook Tang Song's arm and said, "Oh, don't let it go."

"Okay, I'll go, I'll go." Tang Song said without saying a word and withdrew his arm. He agreed so readily was probably because of Zhao Yuchen. This guy was born with a good eloquence. If Tang Song didn't agree, he would have been talking nonsense. Through the system prompts, Tang Song had already kept his distance from Zhao Yuchen.

"That's good. You go back first, don't let your parents wait for a long time." Zhao Yuchen said, "Take me to say hello to Uncle Tang and Aunt Song."

"Goodbye." Tang and Song Dynasty felt relieved and quickly bid farewell to Zhao Yuchen. This society has changed so quickly, and all kinds of monsters and monsters have emerged.

The gray aisle is mottled and damp, the narrow stairs are covered with dust, spider webs can be seen everywhere with wires, and messy debris at the corners of the stairs. This is an old residential building with a history of more than 20 years. The Tang and Song dynasties' home is on the fourth floor of this old house.

"Dad, mom, I'm back." The door was not closed, Tang Song pushed open the door and walked in, and he had a view of the two bedrooms and one living room of more than 50 square meters.

"I'm back, sit down." Tang Song's father Tang Anshun did not show any happiness because of his son's arrival at home. In the dim light, Tang Song saw his father's gray hair and his face with overlapping wrinkles. No one would believe that Tang Anshun is only forty-five years old this year, and his excessive labor makes him look in his sixties.

"Xiao Song, don't look at the balcony. My son is back." Tang Anshun shouted to the balcony.

The parents of Tang and Song dysfunction were not well educated, so it was a coincidence that such a well-educated name was purely a coincidence. Before the mother of Tang and Song dysfunction came, the voice came. She said, "Tang and Song, you have calculated it. Let the mother take a good look. Has the son changed for a long time?"

"Hehe." Tang Song said with a smile: "It's still like that."

Although she was also a mother, Tang Song Song's mother Song Qingyu had subverted the image of her mother, at least the glorious image of the artist's painting. She was old and dark. Forty years of vicissitudes could not take away her brilliance, but three years of wind, frost, snow and rain were achieved. In the year when Tang Song was admitted to university, the factory where Tang Anshun and Song Qingyu were declared bankrupt, and they had to say goodbye to their jobs that had been with them for decades. In the next three years, Tang Song's parents relied on the meager income of farming and setting up stalls to sell vegetables for their son to go to college. Of course, they didn't know that Tang Song deliberately concealed the tuition fees, and his tuition fees were earned by themselves. He lied that he had received the full scholarship. The reason why Tang Song did not tell the truth was to maintain the dignity and sense of accomplishment of their parents.

Tang Song asked her, "Mom, why did you close the stall so early today?"

As soon as she mentioned closing the stall, Song Qingyu immediately became energetic. She said happily: "I was so lucky today. I met a kind girl. She bought all the dishes without bargaining. Alas, there are fewer and fewer such good people."

Tang Anshun stood up and said, "Okay, Xiao Song, my son will listen to your nagging when he comes back. Hurry up and clean up and have a meal."

Seeing Tang Anshun walking into the kitchen, Song Qingyu smiled and said to Tang Song: "Don't look at your father's indifferent appearance. He has already traveled to the balcony several times, and the food has been cooked long ago."

"Hehe, I know." Tang Song said: "He's just like that."

The next evening, Tang Song received a call from Zhao Yuchen. He said hello to his father and then went to the street. Zhao Yuchen had already waited for him in a taxi. Not long after, they came to Longxi Hotel, which is the highest-end hotel in Longxi County, no one. The Longxi Square where it is located is equivalent to the complex of Tiananmen Square and Wangfujing with a northern view. Going here to eat is a symbol of Longxi people's identity.

When Tang Song and Zhao Yuchen walked into the Longxiang private room, the largest and highest-end Longxi Hotel, several classmates had arrived first, including Qin Tao, two of them, including Qin Tao who had a bad relationship with Chen Qisheng. Tang Song was very familiar with Qin Tao, and he was the only old friend he often contacted in Beijing. After leaving Zhao Yuchen aside and sitting next to Qin Tao, he asked him unexpectedly: "Sentence, why are you here too."

Qin Tao took out a bag of three or five and said while posting, "Watch the show."

Zhao Yuchen asked with a smile: "Watch the show, what show? Why do I think you are a little ill-willed?"

"Haha." Qin Tao said bluntly: "I'm looking at how the young master of the Municipal Political and Legal Affairs Committee Secretary is humble. For nothing else, I'll just be happy."

"Oh?" Hearing Qin Tao say this, another person's 8 addiction immediately broke out. He asked, "So, there are more important people today?"

Another classmate obviously didn't want everyone to think that his news was not as good as Qin Tao. He said, "We, to put it nicely, just accompany the guests, to put it bluntly, just make a living. Applause and beat the same as you should. If you don't want to care about so much, you can just drink and eat."

"You really need to applaud when it's time to applaud." Qin Tao pointed to the lounge outside the private room and said, "Did you see what that is?"

Tang Song looked over there and it turned out to be a piano. He said, "What's the point of making a fuss about this?"

Qin Tao said: "There was no piano here when I came last time. If I remember correctly, it seems that only classmate Chen can play the piano randomly, right? Do you know what it means?"

"Yeah." Li Zhuojun, an old classmate sitting on the other side of Qin Tao, reminded the people around him: "Stop talking, the people will arrive soon, it's not good to hear it."
Chapter completed!