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As evening approached, the four of them had planned to go out for a big meal to celebrate.

Zong Wen jumped up from the sofa, waving his phone and saying that he had to rip off Zhang Yifan, that big spender, tonight. He wouldn't go home until the bill was over 500 yuan per person.

Tang Xiaonuan chimed in, saying she knew of a newly opened Japanese restaurant where the average price per person was 880 yuan, and she had been wanting to try it for a long time.

Shen Zhiyi didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, clearly indicating that she had no objection to the suggestion.

Then Shen Zhiyi's phone rang.

She answered the phone, and Shen Chuan's voice came from the other end. Even through the phone screen, she could feel the authoritative air of an old father: "Yiyi, you have to come home for dinner tonight! No more playing outside! Your mom made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, and she said if you don't come home for dinner, she'll come pick you up herself."

Before Shen Zhiyi could answer, Tang Xiaonuan's phone rang.

She answered the phone, and Tang Zhengchuan's voice was equally strong, his lines almost identical to Shen Chuan's: "Nuan Nuan, you have to come home for dinner tonight! No more playing outside! Your mom made chicken soup, saying you've been running around outside every day since the college entrance exam and you've lost weight, you have to come home tonight to nourish yourself."

After hanging up the phone, the two looked at each other, their expressions mirroring the same helplessness.

Shen Zhiyi put her phone back in her pocket, stood up, and said they would get together another day.

Tang Xiaonuan also stood up, muttering, "It's like my dad and your dad made an appointment."

The two said goodbye to Zhang Yifan and Zong Wen, and then left one after the other.

Meanwhile, in the Shen family's living room, Shen Chuan put down his phone, leaned back on the sofa, and frowned slightly.

His tone carried a hint of reluctance to admit he was getting old, yet also a sense of melancholy that he had to accept it: "You know, our daughter is always running around outside these days, and she seems to have less and less regard for her old father."

Lu Wanqing came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced ​​fruit, and said with a smile, "My dear, you haven't even gone to that place yet, and you're already so anxious."

In the Tang family's living room, Tang Zhengchuan put down his phone, leaned back on the sofa, and had the same expression as Shen Chuan.

His wife peeked out from the kitchen and asked him what was wrong. He said that Nuannuan's tone on the phone was becoming more and more perfunctory.

Her mother said that was because she spoiled him. Tang Zhengchuan said that spoiling him was one thing, but his dignity as a father could not be lost.

Two elderly fathers, separated by half of Jinan, simultaneously had the same thought: they had to win back their daughters' love for them.

Only Zhang Yifan and Zong Wen remained in the villa.

Zong Wen showed no intention of letting Zhang Yifan off the hook just because Tang Xiaonuan had left.

"Brother Fan, you're not getting away tonight! I'm going to go to Chao Yixing for a crazy meal! Five pieces of braised pork! I'll eat my fill!"

Zhang Yifan rolled his eyes: "Look at your pathetic self, I'll take you out for a fancy meal."

Zong Wen followed Zhang Yifan out the door with high expectations, took a taxi, and spent the whole way thinking about whether to eat Japanese food that costs 880 yuan per person or Western food that costs as much as his father's monthly salary.

Then the taxi stopped in front of a shop.

He looked up and saw it was Fatty Ma's BBQ.

His lips twitched, and he turned to look at Zhang Yifan: "Brother Fan, is this the feast you were talking about?"

Zhang Yifan opened the car door and got out, glancing back at him with a hint of disdain in his voice: "Back when we were both poor, you said that when you got rich you would definitely treat yourself to a big meal at Fatty Ma's house! Have you forgotten your roots now? Lao Wen, you've gotten too big for your britches."

After saying that, he walked into the store without looking back and easily found an empty table outside to sit down.

Zong Wen stood there, stunned, for a long while.

He remembered.

It was a Friday night during the second semester of my junior year of high school.

The two had just finished their monthly exams and had only fifty yuan left in their pockets.

We ordered 30 yuan worth of skewers and two drinks at Fatty Ma's place. The last lamb skewer was passed back and forth between the two of us, neither of us wanting to eat it.

He said at the time that when he had money in the future, he would definitely come to Fatty Ma's house for a quick and easy meal, order a table full of food, and take away any leftovers.

He himself had almost forgotten what he said, but Zhang Yifan still remembered it.

He suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

He strode into the shop, sat down opposite Zhang Yifan, and yelled at the owner, "Boss! Grill me ten big kidneys! No! Twenty!"

Zhang Yifan had just poured himself a cup of tea and taken a sip when he heard those words and almost spat it out.

He put his teacup on the table, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said, "Why did you order so many kidneys? We can't finish them."

Zong Wen turned around and glanced at him: "Brother Fan, you're eating too? Okay, boss, add ten more lamb kidneys!"

Zhang Yifan picked up his teacup, remained silent for a long while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​reasoning with this person.

He leaned back in his chair, watching Zongwen's face beam with happiness at the prospect of eating thirty large kidneys, and only one thought crossed his mind:

Tired, destroy it.

The meal lasted until very late.

The two talked a lot about the past and a lot about the future.

After the last skewer of lamb was completely devoured, Zhang Yifan took out the meteorite-black Defender car key from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Zong Wen.

"After you get your driver's license tomorrow, come back with me and drive it away. Don't refuse anymore. You know, this car means nothing to me right now."

Zong Wen stared at the key on the table and remained silent for a long while.

Then he raised his head, his eyes a little red, his voice a little hoarse: "Godfather, how about I kowtow to you?"

Zhang Yifan grabbed his shoulder and said with a forced smile, "Call me godfather one more time, and I'll take the key back right now."

Zongwen gripped the key in his hand and chuckled.

……

The next afternoon, outside the vehicle management office.

Zhang Yifan and Zong Wen came out from inside. Zong Wen held up his newly acquired driver's license, examining it repeatedly in the sun.

He carefully put his driver's license into his pocket, and after a while, he pressed it again to make sure it was in place before he felt at ease.

Then he turned to Zhang Yifan, his eyes shining like two searchlights: "Let's go, Brother Fan, I can't wait to see my darling!"

"Didn't you absolutely refuse to take it yesterday?"

Zong Wen chuckled, showing no embarrassment at having his secret exposed: "Things change, you know. Back then, I didn't know you were so rich! Anyway, I'm sticking to your coattails for life, you can't shake me off."

Zhang Yifan shook his head, took out his phone, called a car, and went directly to Yujingyuan.

As soon as he entered the garage, Zong Wen pounced on the hood of the Meteorite Black Guardian, his entire upper body pressed against the engine cover, his face against the cool metallic paint, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Then he opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, fastened his seatbelt, and turned to look at Zhang Yifan in the passenger seat: "Come on, Brother Fan, I'll take you for a spin!"

"Isn't there a class reunion? Won't we be too late?"

"It's okay. We agreed to meet at six o'clock, and it's only a little past four now."

Moreover, everyone wants to see you, the top scorer in the college entrance examination; they will wait for you even if you are not there.

Set off!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the gas, and the 3.0T engine let out a deep roar. The meteorite black Defender slowly drove out of the garage, into the tree-lined road of Yujing Garden, and towards the streets of Jicheng at dusk.

Meanwhile, many people had already arrived at the private room that Zhang Yifan's classmates had booked for their reunion.

Someone was helping to hang balloons and a banner that read, "Warm congratulations to Zhang Yifan for winning the top science score in the province."

Lin Wanqing arrived early. After entering the private room, she scanned the room with her eyes, but couldn't find the person she wanted to see.

She lowered her eyes, walked to a corner, and sat down quietly without saying a word.

The door to the private room was pushed open, and a boy dressed in flashy clothes and with flamboyant red hair entered.

As soon as he entered the room, he opened his arms and shouted to everyone, "Comrades, I've missed you all so much!"

All eyes were drawn to him. Several girls nearby stared at him for a while before exclaiming in surprise, "It's Zhang Yang! My God, you've changed so much in just a few days!"