"Is there something wrong with his mind?"

"There's nothing wrong with his brain or spirit, but... he's just a little unreliable."

"He seems to have switched to practicing qigong. What kind of Falun Gong he practices."

"After all these years, why is he still so unreliable!"

"The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. The top priority is what to do next? I can let him go, but he doesn't have a penny on him. Should I let him go to Linghai to find Tang Wentao?"

Anyway, I was a classmate for two years.

During the Chinese New Year, when an old classmate comes to Binjiang, he must at least take care of a meal and not let him go hungry again.

Han Yuqiang cheered up and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Yang, I'll pick him up right now."

"This is best. You hurry up, I'm waiting for my shift to change."

"Don't worry, Uncle Yang, I'll be there soon."

The boy came to see Tang Wentao. Han Yu thought for a while and called Tang Wentao first, then called his senior, and then drove his little Qingqi to the passenger terminal.

Han Yu parked the car and walked into the passenger terminal police room. He recognized the school's "man of the hour" at a glance and said with a smile: "Chenhui, let's go, I will take you to find Wen Tao."

"Excuse me, are you..."

"I'm Han Yu, don't you recognize me?"

"Salted fish!"

"Well, we used to live in the same dormitory, don't you remember?"

Han Yu was very short and thin when he was in school. He was quite small in size. He had changed a lot over the years. Xu Chenhui really didn't recognize him and asked doubtfully, "Are you really a salty fish?"

"Once you subscribed to a magazine and borrowed five yuan from me, but you didn't pay it back until you dropped out of school."

It is said that hitting someone is not a slap in the face, but now that he had to prove his identity, Han Yu could only hold back a smile and said: "Another time you went to the East China Sea and spent all your living expenses. Just like this time, you evaded fares and came back by boat.

After I came back, I didn’t have any meal tickets, so I borrowed two yuan and seventy cents in meal tickets, and I still haven’t paid them back.”

I actually remember clearly what happened more than ten years ago.

Lao Yang couldn't help but laugh, thinking that his reputation as a stingy fish was well-deserved. If anyone borrowed money from him and didn't repay it, he would remember it forever.

Xu Chenhui realized that the person in front of him was really a salty fish, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

"Let's go. I called Old Tang. He happens to be in the city. Let's go have a meal first. If we need anything, we'll talk about it after dinner."

"Can I go?"

"Okay, hurry up."
Chapter completed!