Three meetings were held in the afternoon.

It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when Zhang Yanming came out of the Academy of Sciences.

After looking at the time, I thought about whether to go home or have a dinner in the logistics side, and then I thought of Sister Zhou. Sister Zhou brought her children to come here for a while.

Why don't you go and have a look? He immediately put out the idea.

Sister Zhou has never called him again these days, and Xiao Shang has not trusted him. I don’t know what these two people mean, nor do I know if Sister Zhou has had the surgery.

Anyway, Zhang Yanming believes that Sister Zhou dares not take this risk, and Xiao Shang probably doesn't dare either.

This is not just a matter of two adults, but also this unformed child. He still has to be born even though he knows there will be problems. Isn’t he too cruel to this child?

In fact, those particularly difficult families and people with absolute physical defects are facing such a problem.

Although I will definitely be scolded when I say it, things will not change. It is true that everyone has the right to give birth, but for the sake of their own right to give birth, I don’t consider everything the child will face in the future. Isn’t this a kind of selfishness and harm?

However, this matter has nothing to do with Zhang Yanming. As a friend, you can do everything you can and can help, that's all.

He didn't want to fulfill his original dream of this body, even if he was really attracted to him.

Just as he was thinking about it, the phone rang. It was Tonglijun.

"Brother, come to me?"

"Where? Is there time?"

"My brother must have something to look for. Let's just tell me what's going on."

"Don't scare me, I'm not as big as that in front of you. If you have time, come out to gather? Let's have a meal and I'll invite you to listen to crosstalk. This is the front door."

"Cross talk?" Zhang Yanming scratched his nose: "Where can I eat?" He decided to go there. Tong Lijun is still quite good and can be friends.

Friends must come and go, gather together for nothing, and do not have any purpose, even if it is just a purely time-consuming.

Zhang Yanming called Sun Hongye: "Are you going?"

"Where are you? What to eat? Forget it, what to eat is just like that. I won't go out in the kitchen today, and I can't eat well."

"I said I went to the front door, but I don't know the specific ones. OK, then you can eat Sisu at home. Sisuit's sheep is OK, so leave some for me."

"Well, I'll let the kitchen leave you with legs."

Sun Hongye was doing things, and after he finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Zhang Yanming didn't drink, so he had nothing to worry about.

As for other things, Sun Hongye never thought that if there are some things, they can't stop them. If there aren't, there is no need to stop them. As the stand becomes higher and higher, people's vision and ideas are also changing, which is called macro thinking.

Zhang Yanming said to the security guard and went directly to the front door.

It took more than half an hour to get to the place. This era is indeed quite good. There are no traffic jams, and there are not so many high-rise buildings, and the eyes are filled with fireworks on earth.

Zhang Yanming didn't know much about this area, but there were only a few more famous time-honored brands, such as one-stop one-stop, and they came here too few times.

His memory of this area was mainly after the reconstruction of 2008. In addition to a few old restaurants, the big stone railings and the Qianmen Building, there was also a bathhouse called Huaqing Pool.

"Hey? I'm here at the gatehouse... Didn't you forget me? I'm here and I don't know where I'm going. Is there someone who treats you like this?"

"Have you arrived? Oh, blame me, I didn't think of you so quickly, I'm estimating the time. Don't move, I'll come here right away."

The Tonglijun side was a little noisy, and he was running out as he heard the noise.

Zhang Yanming had no intention of blaming him. Even if he was a friend, everyone would be equal, and it would be unrelated to anyone who waited for a while.

The streets here are all old-fashioned, a little messy, with many people and cars. Two cars parked on the side of the bathhouse, waiting for the Tonglijun to come.

This is a bus stop, and it is quite lively. The circles are filled with shops and stalls of all sizes, and the atmosphere of life is full of people coming and going.

After the entire Qianmen Street was renovated and repaired in 2007, there would never be such a lively fireworks scene again, leaving only wide roads and regular buildings.

Zhang Yanming stood by the car and lit a cigarette, looking at everything around him. He listened to the noisy sound and felt that this was life and the city should be like.

Later, various reconstructions and rectifications actually drove away people and those friendly store stalls. Fireworks were gone, and rents rose sharply.

This is the "business prosperity" created by commercial transformation in the new era.

Not only here, but all the country are the same. Anyway, all the things that the people are comfortable with have been demolished and modified, and then they are covered with cold stones. The rent will increase dozens or hundreds of times, and then they will prosper.

The so-called modern metropolis seems to be to prevent the people from living well. Even if it is a road, it must be designed so that you can't even pass it even if you think about it.

"Yanming."

Zhang Yanming turned his head and looked over, Tong Lijun jogged over with a pity smile on his face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You remember that there is only one thing that can happen. Let's go, you're hungry. What should you eat today?"

"Inside, lift the car forward, and the alley has to walk in, the car cannot be moved."

"Okay." Zhang Yanming turned around and the car, Tong Lijun also sat up to command, and walked along the road for less than two hundred meters and stopped on the side of the road.

"You ran over just now? So far?"

"Ah, aren't you afraid that you will always be angry? You won't remember to drive."

"Damn, I almost believed it. What to eat?"

Zhang Yanming didn't believe in the nonsense of Tonglijun. He didn't look like he had run two hundred meters, but it was almost the same for dozens of meters.

All of them were all in the same place, including Jude and One Dragon, and they were all on the left and right. After getting off the car, Zhang Yanming looked around and asked again. He was really hungry.

As for humans, the better their physical fitness, the less hunger they are, and the consumption is greater than that of ordinary people.

"It's not a very famous place here. It's just an old restaurant. I've been here a few times before and I feel it tastes pretty good, but the place is a little narrower."

Tong Lijun led a few people to the alley and introduced them as they walked.

Many special or good foods in the capital are in old alleys, and most of them are not very big in the store, but they taste good and honest. Zhang Yanming knew that he really didn't have the patience to look for them.

The alleys are full of old houses, and they have basically been rebuilt in a mess, but some of them can still see their previous appearance, mostly two or three-story independent buildings.

In the past, this place was a prosperous place, because there were no negligent industries such as theaters and brothels in the city. The opera troupes in the entire capital were concentrated in the front door area. Why didn’t you call him prosperous?

There are more than a dozen theaters that can be called famous, and there are countless prostitutes, which have to be counted on the hutongs, as well as various money shops, gambling stores and pawn shops.

Tong Lijun led a few people into an old building, but there was no sign, the doors and windows were dark, and there was a greasy smell in the room that had been open for a long time.

The four of Tonglijun and the others were there, and there were Zhao Haitao and two others that Zhang Yanming had never seen before. Seeing that a few of them came in, they stood up.

There were only a few people in the whole shop, and the table was filled with green sticks, white cards, and a few plates of pickled vegetables.

"Are you booking a venue?" Zhang Yanming took out the cigarette and dispersed it, giving it to Zhao Haitao first.

"The ground is too small, so I pack it down to avoid bumps and bumps." Tong Lijun took the conversation and introduced Zhang Yanming to those who had not passed.
Chapter completed!