This is an old city area, with a little narrow road and dense buildings. There are two campuses of Shu University next to it, with Shuyin sandwiched in the middle.

Zhang Yanming is very familiar with this place. This familiar and unfamiliar feeling is like a person dreaming and his emotions are fluctuating, but he can hide it very well.

I lit a cigarette, leaned against the car door and chatted with the two big guys in the car without saying a word, while looking at the surrounding streets and shops and pedestrians.

Like art schools across the country, Shuyin is also a gathering place for luxury cars. Every day, "successful people" come here to comfort and take care of the students here with a compassionate attitude.

I am afraid that they will not eat well, wear well, live well, be afraid that they will be lonely and have no place to play, and be afraid that they will be lonely.

But it is not as blatant as it was later, nor is it as many cars later.

There are people who specialize in "engaging in" this business in and out of the school, who specially introduce students to the dinner table or entertainment activities for successful people, and the business is quite good.

Shuyin is divided into two parts: the normal campus is on the south and the adult campus is on the north. The gates on both sides face each other across the road.

Zhang Yanming leaned against the car and looked at the gate of Lubei. It was exactly the same as in his memory, without any change.

The road was not wide, just a double lane and pedestrian road on both sides. Two cars parked on the left side of the road on the opposite gate. Several men and women stood by the side of the car and divided into two groups talking.

The reason why Zhang Yanming paid attention to them was that he heard the crying. The two sides were a few meters away, and the side was quiet and could be heard clearly.

After a few glances, Zhang Yanming felt a strange feeling in his heart. Among those people, there was a man who was an "acquaintance" who had dealt with in a dream world.

This strange feeling became stronger and stronger, and Zhang Yanming walked over. He felt uncomfortable without looking at it.

Seeing him crossing the road, Lin Lijun and Liu Xiongping pushed the door and got out of the car behind him, and Wang Miao and the three of them followed him slantedly.

Zhang Yanming walked directly to the other three men and took a closer look. He did not admit his mistake. He still remembered his name, Marco, and he was a small boss engaged in decoration.

The decoration market in Shu Province started around 1997 and then developed rapidly. In 2001, it had already become quite large, and several large decoration building materials markets have also been formed throughout the province, with a relatively large number of companies appearing.

Of course, this scale is relatively large, but it is actually only a few hundred thousand.

But in Rongcheng or Yuzhou, if there are hundreds of thousands of people, you will definitely be a successful person and a rich man.

The three men were whispering, and also noticed Zhang Yanming who was walking over, turned around and looked at him: "What are you looking at?"

Zhang Yanming ignored them, walked around them and walked a few steps forward, walked to the other people and took a look.

A man leaned against the car and smoked, a girl talked with him, and two other girls persuaded the fourth girl, or women, two steps away.

The fourth one is the one who cried, with short hair and a slim figure. To be honest, the figure is not particularly good, but because it is tall enough, it looks slim and slender because it is good enough for the clothes.

Zhang Yanming walked over directly, turned his head to look at the woman's face. She was wiping her nose with a tissue, tears fell down, and her nose was pinched red.

Small ears, earlobes are very small, and the skin is a little dark. These girls who study art have to paint stage makeup all year round, but most of their skin is not very good. They are all injured by cosmetics.

"What's your name?" Zhang Yanming asked.

The girl looked up at Zhang Yanming, a little confused. Her eyeshadow was washed away by tears, and she looked a little embarrassed and a little ugly.

"I'll ask what your name is."

"Yang Yang, what's the matter? Who are you?" The one who was persuading someone next to him looked over and answered.

"A few of you are classmates?"

"What's that?"

"Why is she crying?" Zhang Yanming asked, looked at the three girls, but did not recognize any of them, but he was just a vague impression of him talking.

"You care a lot, what about your paws? Is it illegal to bury it?"

Women from Shu and Chongqing are quite stingy. They are the same at home and outside, or they are better outside, and try to be gentler as long as they don’t mess with her.

To be serious, it means being arrogant and unafraid of being afraid of the world. Most of the police will still argue.

Zhang Yan knew Yang Yang clearly, or in other words, Yang Yang had known him for a few years... That was not true... In a certain world, Yang Yang was admitted to Shuyin Chengsheng in 2005, and then the two met in 2007.
Chapter completed!