Mark had a rag on his waist, and held his limp right leg pants in one hand. He jumped a few steps quickly and came to a black Mercedes-Benz.

He took out a bottle of spray for the car, sprayed it on the glass with expressionless face, pulled out a rag from his waist, and started to wipe it.

Fei Nan glanced at Song Zihao, but saw that his lips were trembling slightly.

Song Zihao moved, as if he was about to go forward, but suddenly stopped.

Fei Nan looked at the gate of Xiangfeng Building and saw a group of more than a dozen men in suits walking out of it.

The thin man surrounded by the center was wearing a white wool trench coat and sunglasses, strode and full of style.

Song Zihao's expression changed immediately, and then looked at Mark, as if he understood something.

After mark wiped the car, he put the rag on his shoulder and walked towards the car door.

Seeing the man in white windbreaker approaching, he speeded up, but couldn't run, so he could only go to the front of the car door in a strange manner and opened the car door.

The man in the white windbreaker walked to the car, took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, counted out a few, and threw them on the ground: "Take it for lunch."

Mark whispered "Thank you" and helped him close the car door.

Putting the rag on his shoulder and watching the car drive away, a look of shame and humiliation finally appeared on Mark's face, but it just flashed away.

He bent down and stuck his right foot forward with difficulty, picked up a few pieces of money on the ground, and slowly walked towards the back of the building with his head down.

"Brother Hao..." Fei Nan shouted in a low voice. He noticed that Song Zihao's fingers that were holding the Coke bottle were already clenched to the point of being white.

The corners of his cheeks twitched, and Song Zihao waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, stuffed the soda bottle to Fenan, and then followed.

Fei Nan hurriedly returned the soda bottle to the soda stall owner and followed him.

Mark came to the back of the building, where there was a stall selling lunch boxes for coolies.

He bought a boxed lunch at the stall and returned to the front hall of the building.

When the security guard in the front hall saw him, he urged loudly: "Hurry up! Otherwise, there will be guests slipping!"

Mark came to the pillar, mopped the last place with a mop, then pushed the cleaning car and took the elevator to the parking lot.

Song Zihao kept following him and looked at him from afar.

Mark put the cleaning car back to the place where the debris was piled up, sat down on the spot, picked up the lunch box, and started eating.

Song Zihao finally couldn't help it anymore. He slowly walked to the mark and shouted: "mark!"

Mark looked up at him in shock, and was stunned.

"Why didn't the letter you wrote to me say that?" Song Zihao looked at him and said.

Mark avoided his eyes, subconsciously wiped off the rice grains from the corner of his mouth, chewed them twice, and suddenly his eyes turned red.

He turned his face and wanted to squeeze out a smile, but was disturbed by his excitement.

He slowly stretched out his right hand.

Song Zihao grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the chair.

Mark hugged him hard, tears could no longer be suppressed, and his face was flowing.

Song Zihao also hugged him hard and patted him on the back.

After a moment, the two separated, Mark still clutched his clothes tightly and looked at him with emotion.

Song Zihao said with red eyes: "mark, even if I break my legs, I can't repay you!"

Mark shook his head, patted his arms, and said, "It's my own bad luck, it's not your business."

Holding his hands, looking up and down, Mark sighed and said, "I'm so happy to see you again! I haven't seen you for so long, you are still so handsome!"

Smiling bitterly, Song Zihao looked at him and said seriously: "mark, this is no longer the world of you and me, why are you still here?"

Mark's smile gradually disappeared. He stared at Song Zihao, and after a while, he said, "I have been waiting for you for three years...three years!"

He roared, his eyes full of anger and hope.

“We can start over again.”

Song Zihao stared at him with complicated eyes, sighed, grabbed his hand, and shook his head slowly and firmly.

Mark's eyes instantly became extremely disappointed. He pushed Song Zihao's hand away, walked aside, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said tiredly: "Don't worry about me, look at your brother... tell him not to stare at Ah Cheng, something will happen sooner or later."

He lit the cigarette, took a breath and said, "You are brothers after all."

"Brother Hao." Feinan walked from a distance and shouted.

Mark looked at him, and Song Zihao introduced: "mark, I am working in United Taxi Company now. This is my colleague Anan. Anan, this is my best brother, mark."

"Hello, Brother Mark." Fernan took the initiative to extend his hand.

Mark glanced at him, but reached out to hold him.

Mark was looking at Fernan, and Fernan was also looking at him.

This is Brother Ma? Fenan's eyes are bright.

Mark is not as handsome as Chow Yun-fat in the movie, a bit rough, but more masculine.

He is very tall, with deep and bright eyes. When he stares at people, he is arrogant without anger and shows his sharpness.

His palms were also wide and powerful, and it hurt a little when he shook hands.

Song Zihao held Mark's shoulder and said, "mark, don't stay in the company anymore to do things. I'll take you to find Uncle Jian, and he will arrange a job for you."

"What job? Keep cleaning the car?" Mark shook his head tiredly: "You don't have to worry about me, I won't leave."

Song Zihao looked at him, trying to persuade him but couldn't speak.

But Fenan suddenly spoke. He looked at the mark, then looked at Song Zihao and said, "Actually, Uncle Jian's business is very good. I saw in the newspaper that the government will start to control the number of taxis in Hong Kong in recent years. In this way, the taxi license plate will definitely increase in value in the future. Maybe a red card can be sold for hundreds of thousands."

Mark laughed and said, "What? Change a building with a license plate?"

Song Zihao obviously didn't believe it, but he still followed Fei Nan's words and said: "mark, as long as you want to do it, you can make a living in any industry. Listen to me and stop!"

Mark just smoked with his head down and said nothing.

Seeing him like this, Song Zihao had no choice but to give up.

"Tell me something happy!" Song Zihao smiled and said, "I'll treat you tonight. Let's have a few drinks, how about it?"

Mark looked at him, then looked at Fernan again, and nodded.

"Okay!" Song Zihao pinched his shoulder hard: "I'll come to pick you up after get off work!"

After saying that, he walked out with Fernan.

Following Song Zihao, Fenan looked back at the mark. He leaned against the shadow behind the pillar, and the cigarette butts flickered lightly and darkly.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. Fernan really didn't want to watch him die.

If possible, find a way to save his life!

When she arrived outside the building, Song Zihao turned around and said to Fernan, "Anan, go back and tell them, and then I will treat you tonight and we will go have a drink."

"good."

Fernan knew what he was thinking. He wanted to introduce mark to everyone and let mark slowly integrate into it.

Mark is a person who values ​​feelings, and friendship is his best healing medicine.

Song Zihao continued to go to the operation, and Fei Nan drove the car back to the company.

On the way back, Fei Nan also carried famous guests along the way and earned dozens of extra money.

It’s just that because he has no relevant profession, he has not gained experience.

In the evening, a group of employees of the taxi company came to the Emgrand Nightclub.

"Brother mark!"

"Brother mark!"

After Song Zihao received the mark, the seven or eight brothers who arrived all greeted him.

Before coming, Fernan vaguely revealed the past of mark to them and let everyone respect it.

Those who came here were all in prison and were naturally sensible. Therefore, when Mark came, everyone was very polite.

"Hello." Mark greeted them, in a good mood, obviously he liked the feeling of being respected.

Who doesn't like it?

Song Zihao and him sat down and everyone started chatting.

This kind of occasion is Fernan's strength. Although he doesn't speak often, the rhythm of the chat is vaguely controlled by him. Whenever there is a cold show, he can always throw out a topic that will interest everyone and let the atmosphere continue.

He intentionally or unintentionally led the topic to mark, letting him talk more and communicate with everyone more.

Song Zihao saw all this in his eyes, and he was calm on the surface, but he was surprised in his heart. Anan was not simple.

Fernan was drinking while observing the direction of the door.

Suddenly, he saw a young man coming in, and got up and smiled and said, "I'll go and have another drink."

No one cared about it.
To be continued...