Chapter 397: The past is hard to let go of! (two)

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The black business car, the moment it started, deliberately buzzed loudly, and only swayed away from the door of Cao's house after the dust was raised.
"Mud legs are mud legs. I deserve to live poorly." Huang Xu slowly lit a cigarette, his expression was both disdainful and proud.
Huang Wulang smiled without saying a word.
The young woman sitting on his left hand could not help but look back at Cao Zhen, and then approached Huang Wulang, with a curious tone, "Who is this person?"
"neighbor."
After Huang Wulang said this, he temporarily corrected him, "I can barely be regarded as a neighbor."
The young woman whose real name is Su Qing squinted her head with a smile, everything is said without saying, everyone is an adult, and she is not so stupid that she can't understand Huang Wulang's off-line.
"You don't need to be familiar with this kind of old man, relax, relax." Su Qing patted Huang Wulang on the chest, softly comforting.
Huang Wulang smiled disdainfully, "This kind of person is really not qualified to make me angry."
After all, where is the identity and status, it is necessary to be entangled with this kind of farmers who have lived in the countryside for a lifetime, who has neither knowledge nor knowledge of the tendency to become a leader?
To be honest, I really care about it. With Cao Zhen's status as a mud-legged man with no power and no power, when I meet a rich man like him, wouldn't he be so scared on the spot, crying and crying?
He Huang Wulang didn't want to be a bully. After all, he just returned home and he needs to be kind!
"You too, have to detour from Cao Zhen's house. We are in a different position now. If we are fighting against this kind of person, it is called self-degrading status. To be more serious, we are insulting ourselves." After Huang Wulang said this, his eyes rose. The color of anticipation.
After all, he is a grassroots background. Even if he makes a fortune, his personal integrity, temperament, and life are still congenital and lack too much.
Over the years, he has dealt with a lot of real famous families, and that kind of family origin is called a person with refined temperament and distinctiveness.
Between gestures, domineering awe-inspiring!
Huang Wulang thinks about his Huang family, and one day he can become a famous family with constant incense and respect!
Although he was born in the countryside and can't wash away the traces of the rural people, the next generation, the next generation, must be close to the famous family and cultivated in a golden attitude.
Therefore, in daily life, Huang Wulang reminds himself from time to time to behave in the world and guard against arrogance and impetuosity, try to maintain his position, don't jump around at all times, like a street shrew!
As soon as he thought of this, Huang Wulang held Su Qing's slender jade hand contentedly. This fiancee, but from a genuinely prominent family, had spent a lot of energy before catching it.
When the two parties get married in the future, the future of his Huang family will be even more promising.
Huang Xu didn't seem to take Huang Wulang's complaint to heart, raised his eyebrows, and said with emotion, "After so many years, I have seen our wealthy and wealthy, and old Cao's muddy legs are still walking in place, haha."
"I don't know, what bitterness he feels in his heart when he sees the beautiful appearance of our family?"
Huang Xuwu shook his head, suddenly pity Cao Zhen a little bit, "Cao Zhen's wild son, I guess he's not famous."
"Wild son?" Su Qing's eyes lit up, unavoidably asking, "What do you mean?"
"The mud-legged surnamed Cao has an adopted son under his knees. His name is very magnificent. It is also called Ning Xuanyuan, a few years older than Wu Lang." Huang Xu explained with a smile.
"Ning, Ning Xuanyuan?"
Su Qing was slightly startled, waiting for her to lift her head and look at Huang Wulang, who was close at hand, before Fang remembered why this name made her acquainted in a daze.
Commander-in-chief, Ning Xuanyuan!
Huang Xu guessed what Su Qing was thinking about, so he laughed and said, "Don't think about it, it's just the same name. If it is really that, now Cao Zhen is still guarding the dilapidated old house, so poor?"
As if there is so much truth?
After all, one person was able to ascend to heaven. His son is really the commander-in-chief. The Cao family has moved to the capital of Yanjing a long time ago. It is always right for people to go to higher places.
"But, Ning Shuai's hometown is also in Suhang," Su Qing reminded in a low voice.
Huang Wulang patted Su Qing on the head and said casually, "Su-Hang has a population of several million, and the same name is a coincidence. How can it be that it is the deity?"
"What's more, a farmer with no culture, where is the qualification to train a commander in chief?"
Huang Xu lit a cigarette, raised Erlang's legs, and gradually recalled what Ning Xuanyuan looked like when he was a teenager. The most impressive time was a summer night that was so silent.
That day, the thin boy who was as thin as a bamboo pole stood alone under the street lamp by the toilet in the village, intoxicated by the ocean of books.
In summer, mosquito bites.
There are open-air public toilets not far away.
In this harsh environment, the thin boy surnamed Ning was stunned after reading a book for half a night. He stomped his feet when he was stung by a mosquito and swayed for two steps.
At that time, Huang Xu didn't see any unfamiliar children who were working hard. He felt that the wild son of the old Cao family should lack a string in his head.
In the middle of the night, I didn't blow on the fan, and lay down peacefully to sleep. What book?
"You said that when you are three years old, you look young, and when you are seven years old, I have a good vision. Ning Xuanyuan has no great future." After Huang Xu finished talking about this old past, the carriage suddenly burst into laughter.
Huang Xu smiled happily. He poked his temples with his fingers in the middle, and gestured, "That kid, I guess there is a problem here."
Huang Wulang felt the most.
When Ning Xuanyuan was in school, his grades never fell past the top three in his grade. When he was in school, he didn't fall in the top three, but it was the countdown.
But what about this?
He counts down year after year, and the bad student whose grades are so poor that he is now destined to be the most prosperous and beautiful one in the village.
On the contrary, that nerd who studies hard and keeps on striving for self-improvement, I am afraid that he has already lost sight of everyone, and really wants to do a lot. Cao Jiaye still lives in the old house?
"Not to mention this guy, I forgot."
Huang Wulang suddenly rubbed his cheeks. When he was a child, the two families fought against him because of the homestead problem. Ning Xuanyuan fisted at him even more.
Although that incident, from the beginning to the end, he bullied the poor and feared the rich and was aggressive, but after so many years, every time he thought of it, he couldn't let go.
"I don't know if the one who celebrates the Chinese New Year, did the Ning go home?" Huang Xu raised his mouth.
Huang Wulang smiled, and said temporarily, "This time we will hold a hundred family banquet, and invite all the people who should be invited in the village, and then let him go to the Cao family to play by himself."
"That's a good idea." Huang Xu immediately gloated.
I just want to see. When the Baijia Banquet started, the neighbors from the neighborhood came to meet my old Huang family, but your surname Cao was excluded...
This face-slapped scene is exciting to think about.
"High, it is really high." Huang Xuchao's son gave a thumbs up and praised.
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