After the last Western Zhou negotiation. Another negotiation took place. The conditions this time were much better than last time. Not as harsh as last time. There is enough sincerity. Express your determination to cooperate.
Huarong asked. "How to say it specifically? But it's settled. What's the benefit to Liang Guo? Can you talk about the details?"
"Don't worry." Xiang Ziyumin took a sip of tea. "It's still under discussion. But the other party has shown enough sincerity. I believe it's a deal. It's just around the corner. This time, if the attack is fruitful. The style of the city still needs to be discussed carefully. As for the details, it hasn't arrived yet." That step."
Huarong let out a cry. "Anyway? It's better to pay more attention to this matter. After all, knowing yourself and your enemy will never end your battle. We don't know much about absorption. We need to wait for this matter."
Huaicheng is a small coastal city. As a coastal city, it is the most backward among all the coastal cities. This makes people very aggrieved. There are seas and rivers, so it should develop rapidly, but I don¡¯t know where it is. The cassette is stuck, and because the cassette can't catch up, the ones behind can't catch up anymore. Not only can't catch up, but it's getting slower and slower, and a qualitative regression has been achieved from the car to the carriage.
There is no airport in Huaicheng, only a railway station platform, which is the kind of place where trains stop and rest. Qinghe's family lives on this platform. Their family has a big three-story house next to the platform. It has been made into a B&B, which is different from a hotel, and the decoration is not very good. There are small cubicles, and the stairs are terribly narrow. Only one person can pass through at a time, in order to make more space to make money.
The rent of the homestay is cheap, starting at 10 yuan a night, and it is close to the train station platform, so many people come to live. The first time I saw Xiang Yuan was in the summer when I was five years old. The weather was very hot, the leaves were scorched, and the yellow sand was steaming.
Xiang Yuan is a resident, and his parents.
Qinghe doesn't know what it means to be famous, anyway, when Xiangyuan came that day, the neighbors were all lively, chattering and gathering at the door, chatting without any scruples.
Xiang Yuan walked into their homestay amidst such a burst of discussion. At that time, he had not yet opened his eyebrows, but he was already a handsome young lady, and he was much more beautiful than the children around him.
Qinghe also likes it.
Jumping forward to welcome. But being dragged behind by his mother, Qinghe looked up at his mother's face, it was a cloudy face, filled with disgust, ridicule and disgust.
Qinghe knew that his mother didn't like them, but he didn't know why, was it because of the growing discussions gathered at the door? Qinghe couldn't figure it out, but that boy doll was really good-looking.
At a five-year-old age, it is good-looking to be able to tell.
Qinghe's mother talked with Xiang Yuan's parents for a long time, with some ridicule and pleading mixed in. And Qinghe just looked at Xiang Yuan face to face, and kept watching.
Until Qinghe remembered to say something, "Youwhat's your name?"
"Xiang Yuan." Xiang Yuan replied.
Qinghe said "hmm", scratched his head, and after greeting the name, shouldn't he say hello again?
"Xiang Yuan, youLong time no see." When excited, the idiom I just learned blurted out.
Xiang Yuan was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled, "Long time no see."
Qinghe blushed, pinching the corner of her skirt, "Thatmy name is Qinghe."
"Qinghe." Xiang Yuan repeated, "I remember you. It's a nice name."
Tsk, look, a five-year-old doll can speak so sweetly.
Qinghe grinned, this was the first time I heard someone say her name was nice! And he was a very good-looking boy. If you say it, you will definitely be envied to death.
"Do you want to make friends?"
Qinghe wiped his dirty little hands on his skirt before stretching towards Xiangyuan. In fact, he didn¡¯t need to. Compared with Qinghe who was rolling in the mud, Xiangyuan didn¡¯t see much better. It was dusty, but Qinghe thought he was different. There should be a clean handshake.
Xiang Yuan was about to shake back, when Qinghe's mother opened Qinghe's hand with a snap, pulled her back, and said in a condescending tone of disdain, "You said, 350 a month, even less!"
In recent days, nightmares have haunted me.
The half-dark and narrow alleys, surrounded by dense fog, shrouded the half-toppled houses, sucking the spirits of the passing people, and turned into walking corpses. There was a black patch on the withered branches, sometimes with sharp noises , If someone falls down, he will lean forward and peck at the body.
Behind the half-covered wooden door, there are cursing, insulting and reprimanding, mournful crying, mixed with the dull sound of whipping, every dayIt's the same behind the door.
It was a face, a dirty one, with disheveled hair, scantily clad, and only a pair of black eyes, which were quite bright and clear, making it unforgettable.
Bang, bang, bang.
The heavy wooden planks hit the exposed skin one after another, and new scars bloomed from old scars, blue and purple, and finally black and purple.
Those dark eyes changed with the sound of wood planks, the previous clarity faded away, and a layer of haze engulfed them, becoming resentful, unwilling and gloomy.
The messy hair covered the forehead, and I wanted to take a closer look.
Suddenly, that face suddenly raised its head, revealing its fierce look, and stared at me with those vicious eyes, with monstrous hatred.
I was startled and fell to the ground, my blood was clotted, my body was stiff, and my mind went blank.
Because, that face is my own.
A large playground, a carousel, colorful balloons, and candies that can make people feel sweet in their hearts.
This is my favorite place and I come here once a week.
My father would let me sit on his neck and watch the clown's performance, and my mother would take my hand to sit on the Ferris wheel, stop at the highest place, and raise my hand to pick stars.
but.
I felt fear, panic. There is a pair of eyes staring at him, jealousy, resentment, like a sharp knife, killing himself.
I can't stop looking back, maybe at the corner, behind the crowd, next to the building, any inconspicuous place where you can peep.
Followed like a shadow, and the hairs stood up.
I couldn't bear it, and took the initiative to look for the source of the line of sight, but I was stunned. I was covered in tattered clothes, and my hair was messy, growing wantonly, like weeds in the ground. Bare feet, the mud ran down the soles of the feet, climbed up the calves, and spread to the cheeks, all dirty and unsightly.
But only that eye was frighteningly bright.
reveals resentment, jealousy, and imperceptible killing intent.
is her.
The one who peeped at me.
There is no time to ask questions in the future.
The man suddenly wiped his face, his face was delicate.
I widened my eyes, not daring to make a sound.
I have seen this face countless times in the mirror.
The man walked up to me and stroked my cheek with his dirty hands.
I wanted to escape, but I couldn't move, and my consciousness began to slacken. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com