Xi Songzhou was startled, then smiled, called out "Kezhi", signaled Meng Lanting to wait a moment, and walked over.
Feng Kezhi got out of the car, closed the door with a bang, stood near the front of the car with his back to Meng Lanting, and exchanged a few words with Xi Songzhou.
Xi Songzhou then said: "Yesterday I heard my mother say that you went to see her.
I was not at home at the time and didn't see you.
My mother was very happy and talked to me for a long time.
You are interested."
Feng Kezhi said: "My cousin has been good to me since I was little, and that's right.
As long as her health is fine, it's fine."
"Yes, I'm relieved too.
I'll go back to Shanghai tomorrow.
When will you leave?"
"I don't know yet, it depends on the situation."
Xi Songzhou glanced at Meng Lanting, who was still standing behind Feng Kezhi.
"Then I'll leave first.
It's rare for you to go back to Nanjing and spend more time with your father.
I'll come back tomorrow morning to take Miss Meng to the train station and take her back to Shanghai.
Professor Zhou and his wife will be back soon in the next two days.
I'm looking forward to it.
See Lan Ting’s face.”
Feng Kezhi said: "Have a nice trip, I won't see you off.
I'll go in and change clothes."
He nodded to Xi Songzhou, turned around, and walked indifferently past Meng Lanting who stepped aside, as if she didn't even exist in his eyes.
Xi Songzhou glanced at the back of Feng Kezhi as he strode in, and then at Meng Lanting, seemingly a little confused.
But he didn't ask rashly.
He just made an appointment with her to pick her up in the morning, then got in the car and drove away.
Mr.
Feng didn't see any guests today, and Feng Lingmei also went out.
The villa was very quiet.
Meng Lanting wandered in the courtyard for a while, guessing that Feng Kezhi was no longer in the living room, so he went in.
The room she lives in is also on the second floor, not far from Master Feng's study.
The study door was ajar, and Meng Lanting knew that Mr.
Feng was still inside.
Just as she walked quickly to her room, she heard a voice coming from the study: "Feng Ma, go and call him over."
Feng's mother sighed, hurriedly went to Feng Kezhi's room and knocked on the door.
“Push the door open by yourself” Feng's mother opened the door in response and saw Feng Kezhi walking out of the bathroom while buttoning the cuffs of his newly put on shirt.
He seemed to have just taken a shower.
His hair was still wet, and water was dripping from the ends. .
Feng's mother uttered an ouch, hurriedly took a dry towel, stepped forward to wipe his hair, and complained: "I didn't say anything when I wanted to take a bath, and the water didn't even have time to heat up.
It's cold water in this winter."
Feng Kezhi took the towel from her hand and wiped it a few times: "What's the matter, Mom Feng?"
"Young master, where did you go a few days ago?
My aunts and grandmothers are looking everywhere.
The master asked you to go to the study."
Feng's mother looked at him with a worried expression.
Feng Kezhi threw down the towel, combed his hair a few times with his fingers, opened the door and went out.
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"Young master, be careful what you say, the master is a little unhappy."
Feng Ma chased after him and warned in a low voice.
Feng Kezhi turned around and bared his neat white teeth at the old servant: "It's strange that Master is happy.
Don't worry, my old mother Feng."
"Dad, tell me you're looking for me" Feng Kezhi opened the door and walked in.
Lao Feng looked at him: "You still know how to come back?"
"If you didn't send it, am I not allowed to reply?"
Feng Kezhi replied in a casual tone.
Lao Feng suppressed his anger and asked: "Do you know where you went a few days ago?
Your sister is looking for you everywhere."
Feng Kezhi said: "It costs two yuan a night at the Global Hotel on Aihui Road.
This year, you are pure and so am I.
What's wrong?"
Old Feng was startled.
The son ran away and he originally thought he would go to his sister's house.
But no, there was no one there on New Year’s Eve.
Ordinarily, it is a few big hotels that have settled in Nanjing.
But when I asked the hotel managers, they all said that Mr.
Feng was nowhere to be seen, so as long as he showed up in any Nanjing hotel, the manager would not be unimpressed.
So Lao Feng concluded that he had gone to hang out in that kind of sensual place, and he was furious.
In the past two days, people were sent everywhere to dig, which made everyone in Nanjing feel insecure.
They were afraid that if someone with no foresight took in the Feng family's son, he would be unlucky and would be unable to do anything for years.
Have a good time.
Unexpectedly, my son spent this year in a hotel room on Aihui Road.
A hotel that costs two yuan a night is naturally more tidy than a bunkhouse or a cubicle.
It is not the cheapest, but it is far from high-end.
It is generally provided to small businessmen, company employees on business trips, or ordinary employees of government departments.
Although my son is a bastard, he has never lied since he was a child.
Old Feng knew this.
After making sure that he was not fooling around outside and having accumulated anger for several days, he suppressed it a little and said coldly: "Why would a person go and live in a place like that?"
"Read a book, sleep, listen to the firecrackers outside, and think about life.
Are you satisfied with this, Dad?"
The son's tone seemed to be a little self-deprecating.
Old Feng slowly let out the turbulent breath in his chest.
When he gradually calmed down, he said with a serious face: "I asked you to come in because I want to tell you something."
"Starting from this year, you don't have to go to Shanghai.
Just stay in Nanjing and work for me."
"impossible" Feng Kezhi didn't even move an eyelid, he opened his mouth and flatly refused.
Lao Feng remembered the hesitant and hesitant tone when the Mayor of Shanghai called him years ago, and became furious: "As for what you did, do you know that now everyone in the Shanghai Municipal Building has seen you?"
, It’s like seeing a ghost.”
"Then stay away from me.
Although you pushed me in there at first, but now, I think it's nice there and there are feelings there.
I don't want to go anywhere.
Besides, there is hard work without credit.
If it weren't for my few The gun can't kill all the moths, but if you have one less moth, it will be better for the country and the nation.
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When I go back in two days, the people of Shanghai may beat gongs and drums to give me medals."
Lao Feng was so angry that he poked his son's serious face with his finger: "You really want to piss me off to death, don't you?"
With a crash, he opened the drawer and threw a small account-like book inside at his son.
"You bastard, open your eyes and see clearly what good things you have done in Shanghai in the past year."
The small book hit Feng Kezhi hard on the face and fell to the ground.
Feng Kezhi touched his face, leaned over to pick it up, opened it, and found that it was a running account that recorded where he went and what he did every day.
The handwriting on it is crooked and mixed with a lot of white characters, but the entries are clearly listed.
He turned it over casually.
"On the third day of October, there will be a dog racing competition.
If you win 2,000 yuan, you will donate it to the Patriotic Boy Scouts on the spot."
"On the fourth day of October, Sijing Bridge Shao Stadium."
Peng Peng's note: "Si" and "Shao" here are both written in white, so they should be read as "Si" and "擓".
Dipper was the term for golf balls at the time.
"On the sixth day of October, I went to Great World Entertainment with Mr.
Zhang and Mr.
Yao and others.
Returned at two o'clock in the morning."
"On November 13, the Richard Hotel was reserved to help female singer Zhong Mou be elected as this year's Miss Shanghai."
Feng Kezhi burst into laughter and turned to the last page in a few clicks.
"On the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, I played cards with Mr.
Huang and Mr.
Lin from the Dahua Hotel all night long.
I went out at noon the next day to pick up the eighth young lady from Shanghai."
There are a few lines of records below.
I don’t know why, but it seems that they were later erased by ink.
It's like a dog skin plaster is stuck on it, it's really dazzling.
"Look at what you've done," Old Feng roared.
"On the 23rd day of the 23rd year ago, what other good things did you do?
Even Lao Yan didn't dare to let me see it."
Feng Kezhi stared at the black ink stain above, frowned slightly, and said nothing.
"Call Lao Yan over here."
Lao Feng suddenly raised his voice and roared.
The driver, Lao Yan, followed the driver from Shanghai to Nanjing years ago.
He saw Meng Lanting from a distance for the first time.
After he recognized it, he was so frightened that his jaw almost dropped.
He turned around and silently read the last page of the "Daily Notes" of the Nine Young Masters.
A few lines were erased before being handed over to the master.
At this moment, Master Feng called him over with an angry roar.
He walked in and saw the young master standing in front of the master's table.
He turned his face, glanced at himself, and said with a half-smile: "Uncle Yan, you can't tell, it turns out that You still remember everything with my father’s eyes.
I forgot a lot of it until I saw it.”
There was no resentful questioning as expected, but I felt guilty enough.
Lao Yan didn't dare to look at each other, he lowered his head and murmured an explanation: "Ninth Young Master, I am the one who was told by the master, so don't be angry with me."
"What nonsense are you talking to him about?"
Old Feng slapped the table hard.
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"Old Yan, tell me the truth.
You don't even dare to remember what else he did on the 23rd day of the year."
Lao Yan's forehead was sweating non-stop, and his head hung down desperately on his feet: "Master, the Ninth Young Master went to pick up the Eighth Young Lady that day, and didn't do anything.
The next thing I wrote was random.
I remembered it wrong, so I erased it."
"You think I'm an old fool, and you don't even take me seriously.
Okay, okay" Lao Yan looked at Master Feng's face and turned green.
He was obviously angry.
He knelt down and kowtowed: "Master, Ninth Young Master really didn't do it."
"Okay, it's not a big deal."
Feng Kezhi, who was watching coldly, suddenly said something impatiently and met the angry look cast by his father.
"If you want to know, I'll tell you.
I also did something that day, cutting people's hair on the street."
"Ninth Young Master, please don't talk nonsense."
Lao Yan was startled, raised his head hurriedly, and winked at Feng Kezhi.
"That person is none other than the daughter of the Meng family."
Feng Kezhi said expressionlessly.
The study suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Lao Yan turned around in fear and looked at Mr.
Feng, whose eyes seemed to be on fire and whose face couldn't help but twitch.
"Come here, get me a riding crop and teach me how to do it" Feeling uneasy, Meng Lanting, who had been hiding behind the door of his room and quietly listening to the noise outside, suddenly heard an earth-shattering roar coming from the door of the study not far away. gd1806102: