"I'll pick you up tonight," said Li Bowen, "I've booked the table."

"Who are they?" Sun Wenqu asked.

"Who else can you do? That group of people are waiting for you to come out long ago. I originally thought I would come to me, but I still feel that I can't be casual and I have to welcome you..." Li Bowen said.

"I said this, I didn't know that I had been squatting for three years." Sun Wenqu tsk.

"It's no different from squatting for three years," Li Bowen said with a smile, "You can continue to use your number, right? I told them not to call you first, I'm afraid the old man will take it."

"Take it back," Sun Wenqu said, thinking of the clothes and unused toiletries yesterday, "Do you have anything else to bring to you?"

"What do you bring to me?" Li Bowen was stunned for a moment, paused for two seconds and laughed again, "No need, throw it away."

"Oh." Sun Wenqu responded.

"I told you, if I didn't go over and take a look," Li Bowen said with some displeasure, "Ma Liang might have made your house look like."

"Oh." Sun Wenqu didn't say anything else.

"Then..." Li Bowen seemed a little embarrassed, "I'll call you when I go over to pick you up in the afternoon."

"Yes." Sun Wenqu responded again.

"That's it." Li Bowen hung up the phone.

Sun Wenqu changed his clothes and went out to have breakfast, but his cell phone kept ringing since he left the house. There were men and women, all of them were former friends. He asked how he was back and then said he wanted to get together.

It is probably all notified by Li Bowen.

The longer he entered the mountain, the longer these people did not contact each other.

When my father threw it into the mountains, the phone was forcibly confiscated. Manager Zhang gave him a little spiritual communication or a local communication. After leaving the town where the construction site is located, there was no signal. It was better than the workers who dug the soil.

The only one who can remember the number without relying on his phone instinct is Ma Liang.

However, after Ma Liang used some trick to get his confiscated phone back, he did not ask Ma Liang to send him the contact person inside. His enthusiasm for competing with his father was ignited by the remote countryside.

Come to the mountains.

Three years is three years.

If you don’t contact friends, don’t contact them.

Can you still die here?

I had breakfast across the community and answered these ten calls back and forth, saving him a little unhappy because of Li Bowen.

At the same time, he was rescued and his previous state was also in a state of vain. These familiar people, familiar voices, and familiar ways of speaking quickly made him feel the same way he had before.

Although these people don’t have a close friend, it doesn’t matter. For Sun Wenqu, this is just a return to the life he is used to.

I arranged a dinner party in the evening, but I haven't seen each other for several years. Sun Wenqu studied his image in the mirror and decided to call the hairstylist Sun Jiayue introduced to come over to get his hair done.

I threw the business card on the table and didn't look at it. I picked it up and was about to call me. I saw that the hairstylist was not called tonykevin or andypeter...

Called Xiaoji.

Female?

"Are you a little chick?" Sun Wenqu felt a little awkward when he called, and he felt like he was giggling when the other party opened his mouth.

"Yes, who are you?" Xiaoji is a man, his voice is quite masculine and he doesn't go close to Ji.

"Your phone number was given to me by Sun Jiayue..." Sun Wenqu said.

"Sister Jiayue's friend? What do you call him?" Xiaoji said immediately, and his tone was quite familiar to Sun Jiayue.

"Sun Wenqu."

"Does Brother Sun want to do hair? Today? I have to have time to pass in the afternoon today," Xiaoji said enthusiastically, "Hey, your surname is Sun... You are the brother of Sister Jiayue..."

"Yes," Sun Wenqu interrupted him, "Then come here in the afternoon."

After giving Xiaoji the address, he quickly hung up the phone. He couldn't stand the familiar strangers who were too many words.

"You fool me." Fang Chi was sitting in the first row of the bus and called Chen Xiang. Behind him were more than 30 uncles and aunts, talking noisily, and someone sang in a loud voice.

"Why did you miss me?" Chen Xiang said with a smile.

"You said it was a bastard group, it was obviously a group of uncles and aunts," said Fang Chi.

"I just found out, it's not... I'm about the same age as me," Chen Xiang probably laughed even more happily when he heard the song. "Why do you like a bastard group?"

"I didn't say I like it, and I didn't mess with me," Fang Chi turned his head and looked out the window, "I just made a fuss."

"Uncles and aunts are physically strong. They usually ride on hiking, so it's easy for you to carry it with you," said Chen Xiang. "I'll introduce you to a young group next time."

"I'm going to review after the New Year, so I won't take it..." Before Fang Chi finished speaking, an aunt behind him suddenly stood up and shouted.

"Kobayashi--"

"Oh," Fang Chi was so scared that he almost knocked his forehead to the window glass. He looked back and found that the aunt was calling another aunt in the back row to come to sit in front. He sighed and lowered his voice, "I'm so scared."

"I was also scared," Chen Xiang laughed over there for a long time, "Hey, you just said you were going to review?"

"I'll take the college entrance examination next year, and it's only half a year," said Fang Chi. "When I asked for leave today, my class teacher looked at the expression of a future student who failed the exam."

"If you don't say it, I'll forget you in your senior year," Chen Xiang sighed, "Hey, I'm also watching you grow up."

"Then I'm watching you step into old age," Fang Chi looked back again, "Okay, won't tell you anymore, I'll get to the place soon."

Fang Chi is not a professional guide, but he has been staying in Chen Xiang's outdoor club. He is familiar with these places he often goes to. At first, he didn't have enough staff and asked him to help, but later he slowly looked for him directly.

But this job is not easy to do, it is tiring, and it is not fun.

"We'll walk from here in a while," the car stopped at a place on the edge of the cliff and was flattened by broken soil. The leader pulled his throat and told the team members, "We have to walk on the mountain road for a while, then we have to go into the mountain. Bring the things and check the shoes again. The road is not easy to walk, be careful not to twist our feet..."

Fang Chi stood under a tree by the roadside and listened without saying a word, with his bag at his feet. His equipment was much more professional than the group members. Several aunts watched it for a long time.

"This is our guide to the canyon hiking stream this time, Fang Chi," the leader turned around and pointed at Fang Chi, "He is very familiar with this section. When he reaches a special place, he will remind everyone..."

Fang Chi nodded to the group members who saw him and said hello. These members were still good. Look carefully. They are probably in their forties. The group is not as interesting as the young people, but they are better than the group of real uncles and aunts. Of course, those who are really old usually won’t spend the night.

The team leader briefly explained the precautions he had mentioned before, and everyone carried their bags and started walking along the way to the mountain.

The team leader Fang Chi was not familiar with him and had nothing to say. He walked silently at the front of the team, listening to the chatting of the members behind him.

The chat was very lively in the first twenty minutes, but after half an hour, there was basically no one talking. Although the winding mountain road was flat, it was too steep and it was very tiring to walk.

Fang Chi turned around and looked at it. Although he stopped talking, these uncles and aunts could see that they exercised regularly and were still very energetic.

After leaving for almost an hour, Fang Chi stopped.

"There is still a turn in front of me..." After half of his words, the phone rang. He took out his phone and looked at it. It was Fang Ying. "At the current speed, I will reach the entrance to the mountain in fifteen minutes."

"You go with me to find Sun Wenqu tonight," Fang Ying said on the phone, "He is having dinner with someone today, probably..."

"I can't go back to the city today, so I took people into the mountain." Fang Chi said.

"What!" Fang Ying shouted, "Don't you say I'll go to find him again in the past two days!"

"I'll go back tomorrow." Fang Chi knew that Fang Ying was yelling at him.

"Tomorrow..." Fang Ying thought for a moment, "Then tomorrow, tomorrow night, but you have to go there early, if he wants to go out, it will be enough to block him."
Chapter completed!