Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Tang Yisheng returned to the provincial capital in the evening.

Master Yao specially drove Tang Yisheng to the west entrance of Yongquan Hutong.

After making these two trips to and from Binjiang County, Mr. Yao felt that Tang Yisheng was a very good kid.

She is sensible, precocious, generous, and reasonable.

There are rules when asking someone for a favor; a 300 yuan red envelope is given without hesitation.

Knowing he was feeling unwell from drinking too much, he postponed his departure and took a nap.

When I finally stopped to use the restroom north of the Yellow River, I had to give myself a thank-you gift.

Master Yao gave it a symbolic shove twice and then accepted it.

It adds up to 500 yuan, and I feel at ease and satisfied with this extra income.

How could such a capable young man be willing to be sent back to his hometown by Director Song and Teacher Yang?

Master Yao was just a driver, not even a deputy team leader in the driver team, so he had no right to voice his opinions on what the leaders were thinking.

All I could do was try my best to get Tang Yisheng to the nearest spot near his home.

Tang Yisheng stretched at the intersection.

Only after the Audi A6 had completely disappeared into the alley to the north did I turn around and walk back.

At the entrance of the courtyard, there was a light bicycle with a beautiful girl sitting on it who looked like she had stepped out of an anime.

The girl had one foot on the pedal and the other on the ground, her hands gripping the handlebars, staring intently at Tang Yisheng with long eyelashes and big, unblinking eyes.

Where were you taken?

Song Junying frowned and asked when Tang Yisheng approached.

"I went back to my hometown."

"My dad actually sent you there by car? Is your mom coming too?"

No, it's just me.

"That's strange. What was he thinking?"

Song Junying couldn't understand it.

But she still pushed the cart and followed Tang Yisheng into the courtyard.

There was no one in the courtyard, only the chirping of cicadas in the trees. They had probably been chirping all day, and their voices were weak and feeble.

The lock on the door of the east wing room was still burning hot.

The daytime temperature hadn't dissipated yet.

The first thing Tang Yisheng did upon entering the room was to turn on the air conditioner. He glanced at Song Junying, who had turned around and closed the door, and then adjusted the temperature from 16° to 20°.

"You went back to your hometown without saying a word. I've been here several times."

"Your dad probably wants to get me out of here as soon as possible, he can't wait."

"What happened?"

Song Junying frowned even more deeply.

Tang Yisheng was happy to plant a seed of discord between Song Zhiming and Song Junying.

Tang Yisheng liked to do anything that would positively encourage his future daughter's rebelliousness.

Moreover, the clever placement of the nails is also beneficial to oneself.

Gudong.

Tang Yisheng thought about the future, and looking at the anime face so close to his face, he couldn't help but swallow.

Would you like some water?

Tang Yisheng got up, making an excuse that left no trace.

Song Junying also stood up and reached for the middle door of the refrigerator, taking out ice cubes as if by unspoken agreement.

"Why did my dad have the driver take you back to his hometown?"

After pouring in the water, Song Junying continued to press for answers.

"I'm transferring back to my hometown to study for my senior year of high school next semester."

"There's no need to go now, is there?"

"A couple of days ago, I went to the Muslim Quarter with my classmates for some barbecue. We ran into Jacky Duan and his cousin. The two of them were looking for trouble and wanted to beat us up, but my classmate called the police and they got arrested."

"And then he had the driver take you back to your hometown overnight?"

"It wasn't that fast. The next morning, around 5 a.m., I was still half asleep when I was woken up by someone banging on the door."

Tang Yisheng picked up the cup, took a sip, and felt refreshed and comfortable, just like the emotional feedback he received from Song Junying.

"Your dad is really something. He's shameless enough to pave the way for his daughter to go to college."

Song Junying looked very unwell.

"When are you leaving?"

"Before the start of the semester, did you know anyone who could help you get a driver's license?"

"You want to learn to drive?"

Song Junying pressed for more information.

His tone sounded even more urgent than Tang Yisheng's.

"It's definitely too late to learn it at the normal pace, so I want to expedite the process and get it out as soon as possible."

Enrolling in driving schools is easy now, and the waiting time isn't long, but it still takes at least a month and a half to pass all three tests, and then another ten days or so to get your driver's license.

But that's the normal state.

If you have the channels and connections, you can speed things up in ten days or half a month.

If the relationship is more direct and more rigid.

Even if it doesn't appear from beginning to end, you can still get it after seventy or eighty days.

"I'll ask when I get back tonight."

Tang Yisheng understood that Song Junying was definitely not asking about Song Zhiming.

"Didn't you stay in the Qianggen Street area for a few days?"

"No, he didn't ask me to move in."

Song Junying glanced at Tang Yisheng.

Having just gotten rid of her troublesome son, even if she wanted her daughter to come and stay for a few days, she should first enjoy some alone time with her husband.

This wasn't something Song Junying figured out herself; it was something her mother had casually mentioned a couple of days ago when she was complaining about her father.

"Has your acceptance letter arrived?"

Tang Yisheng belatedly realized what was happening, coughed twice, and changed the subject.

Song Junying hesitated for two seconds: "Not yet."

Ok.

The topic shift wasn't very successful either.

"Want to eat at the night market? My treat."

Song Junying couldn't stand Tang Yisheng's plight and felt increasingly that her father's actions were excessive.

Subconsciously, I always thought about making up for my younger brother and helping him out of his misery.

"Forget it, I don't want to go that far."

In the end, the two ate at home.

Tang Yisheng bought scallion pancakes and two plastic bags of draft beer.

Song Junying bought cold dishes, stuffed pork, and a braised pork knuckle.

Back home, Tang Yisheng casually tossed the stuffed meat into a cold dish.

Song Junying's eyes lit up.

This was Song Junying's favorite way to eat it.

She likes to add extra sesame sauce and chili oil to cold dishes.

But there's not much meat in the cold dish besides ham.

Song Junying then bought the stuffed pork separately and put it in.

Later, as Tang Yisheng grew older, he occasionally found himself reminiscing about the past and feeling melancholic.

So I quietly learned how to eat it.

Perhaps it is mourning, or remembrance.

Whenever this kind of dish is served, alcohol is always involved, and one inevitably gets drunk.

"You like to eat like this too?"

"It would be even better with more shredded green onions and cilantro."

Tang Yisheng's feelings were complicated. At this moment, he buried his head in mixing the vegetables and dared not look at Song Junying.

I'm afraid I'll break down and cry.

"Here you are."

Song Junying reached out and handed over the plastic bag.

The bag contained a handful of shredded scallions, cucumber, and cilantro.

I'd forgotten that it could be done like that.

Tang Yisheng was taken aback.

The low spirits have eased somewhat.

Tang Yisheng loved to eat meat, and so did Song Junying.

Despite her tall stature and somewhat thin frame, this girl actually loves meat.

In Tang Yisheng's few recollections, Song Junying would "eat for free and not feel hungry" if he didn't eat meat with oil in his meals.

Even when I felt so full I was about to vomit, my stomach still felt empty.

I remember that time I accompanied Song Junying to eat at "Suwei Pingsheng". Even the Dongpo pork made from bean products and the spicy stir-fried chicken leg couldn't tempt her stomach.

Tang Yisheng ran out and bought her a two-yuan starch sausage, which she secretly ate a couple of times before she was full.

A small bowl of mixed vegetables, and a plate of shredded braised pork knuckle.

Two plastic bags containing draft beer from Baotuquan were hooked together with a clothes hanger, and Tang Yisheng and Song Junying each held one.

Holding the plastic bag by the side, pour the contents out through the opening, one cup at a time, then another.

Since everyone is an adult over the age of 18, no one needs to worry about "underage drinking".

Even if you drink three draft beers, you won't get drunk.

Moreover, Song Junying's alcohol tolerance is much higher than Tang Yisheng's.

The history of Song Junying's drinking can actually be traced back quite a long time.

I can't write it out in detail.

Even when he was a baby and couldn't run yet, he licked the tip of a chopstick that had been dipped in baijiu (Chinese liquor).