The night sky in winter is always so clean, even in the city, even in Yanjing, this city, which has existed as the capital of the country for more than 800 years. It is a jungle that lacks photosynthesis and can be looked up freely. It is full of simple ink colors, and it brews a layered beauty like even dyed rice paper.

Yongfu Street belongs to the new urban area in today's Yanjing, but it is possible to refer to the city center ten years later. The large influx of foreign population has accelerated the urban construction speed of Yanjing. The already superior geographical location of Yongfu Street is also a factor that cannot be ignored. Just like although it was only 1998 years, a large-scale catering street has been formed here. And a well-known Cantonese restaurant on this street is the dinner place chosen by Wang Qibu and Bai Xue.

"This restaurant is very authentic, because their boss used to open a shop in Yangcheng. So this taste has been eaten since I was a child." Bai Xue, who had ordered a few signature Cantonese meals, said with a little excitement.

After ordering the dishes, he handed the menu back to the waiter, and Wang Qibu said, "So you are from Yangcheng, and you have no accent."

"Hey, I have to say the accent. My dad is an authentic Yanjing native. He is one of the people who went to Lingnan Province to do business in the early 1970s. My grandparents also moved to Yangcheng a few years ago." I have to say that Bai Xuenuan said about the history of the revolutionary family, but he did have the style of a Yanjing girl.

"That's it. But by the way, I've been in Yangcheng for a long time," Wang Qibu said.

"At your age, are you going to school in Yangcheng? Which school? Tell me, maybe we are still alumni." After hearing Wang Qibu's words, Bai Xue asked curiously.

"It's not about going to school, it's about learning to fly a plane." Wang Qibu said truthfully. Thinking that the big guys who are now captains of various flight brigades across the country and even among the senior air force officers of the Republic, they were eagerly looking forward to getting some contraband-like appearance every day, and Wang Qibu's mouth curled up a little.

"Flying the plane? Humph! You're kidding! Kid, you can't scare me. Have you forgotten what my sister does? Civil Aviation has not set up an airplane pilot training base in Yangcheng to this day." Zhiyi was full of pride because Bai Xue decisively exposed Wang Qibu's lies.

"I really don't understand the situation of Lingnan Civil Aviation. But have I said that I am learning to fly a civil aircraft?" Wang Qibu picked up a piece of it from the plate of the peony fried snake jelly that the waiter had just brought up and put it into Bai Xue's bowl. Wang Qibu asked with a smile.

"Thank you." Bai Xue thanked him habitually, but she still refused to let Wang Qibu go and said, "What else can it be if it is not a civilian? Don't tell me that you are driving a fighter."

Wang Qibu laughed and said nothing.

"You are talking." After waiting for a while, Bai Xue urged him without seeing Wang Qibu's words.

"You didn't let me say it." Wang Qibu said with grievance.

"It's funny, when will I not let you say it?" For a moment, Bai Xue was a little confused.

"What kind of memory do you mean? Didn't you just say that I'm driving a fighter jet?" Wang Qibu teased him in a sarcasm. After seeing Bai Xue's obviously dissatisfied expression, he explained quietly and slowly, "Since the end of 1992, the China Special Corps and the Lingnan Military Region jointly launched a regular training and training class for the crew of the corps to Lingnan. And I am the first student of this training class."

"It's too late, you're not drinking it yet. I just started working in 1992. How old are you? I'm just starting a fighter plane." Sure enough, even Wang Qibu explained with all his heart. Bai Xue still didn't believe it.

"Uh, okay. If you don't believe me, I can't eat." Wang Qibu didn't seem so disappointed, and even a little embarrassed, he said. At the moment the two of them were talking, the dishes were already on. Wang Qibu felt it was time to have a feast.

"Hmph, a guy who likes to blow the air." Wang Qibu was unhappy when he was talking nonsense and perfunctory to Bai Xue muttered. Then, the little unhappiness drove her to say, "So, are we just eating food monotonously?"

"I don't know what your unique hobbies are. Fang Zheng usually eats rice when I eat vegetables." Wang Qibu said honestly.

"I hate it. I mean, do you want to drink some wine? Oh, by the way, you don't seem to be a grown-up. You probably can't drink." Reality laughed and scolded, and then Bai Xue used an artificial performance to provoke it. In fact, although he thought Wang Qibu was perfunctory, Bai Xue was also increasingly finding the boy's interesting.

Hearing this, Wang Qibu laughed. He put down his chopsticks and said two simple and straightforward words, "Maotai?"

Well, this is definitely an answer that Bai Xue didn't expect. Wait, this ghost elf guy must be fooling herself. She firmly believed it, and then gritted her teeth and said, "Moutai is Maotai!" People are indeed unable to excite.

...

Wang Qibu filled the seven cents cup in front of Bai Xue again. This was the fourth time, which means that the two of them had already eaten two taels of each. Bai Xue knew that he was blushing without looking in the mirror. Wang Qibu looked at the opposite side, and even his hands that poured wine for him were extremely stable. So Bai Xue knew that he was unfortunately wrong. The boy was not fooling her before, but really had this strength...

"I have a question that I've always wanted to ask." Bai Xue said, "I'm already drunken eyes that I couldn't open up."

"Haha, no one will let you ask. In addition, you can't drink it anymore, you can't have it tomorrow morning." Wang Qibu said with a smile. He has been persistent in not smoking in this life, but he has indeed started to dabble in alcohol since he was very young. He was having some free meals with the old man. When he was having a meal at the house of a certain old general, he had a little bit of social engagement. Sometimes he was pulled by Shen Qingge to get a little bit. Over time, his alcohol tolerance naturally increased.

"Hate. I don't need you, a little brat, to care about how much I drink." Bai Xue, who was obviously a little taller, said, "I want to ask you; has anyone told you that you look particularly similar to the male protagonist in the movie "Secret"?"

"Not at all. Because the starring role of that movie was originally me." Wang Qibu said a little depressed.

"Really?" Bai Xue's drunken eyes lit up a little.

"Girls like to doubt, it should be said that this is a good thing. At least, they won't suffer a lot of silly. But targeted suspicion is not so kind. I found out that you don't believe me, right? Also, don't you watch the opening of the movie?" Without calling Bai Xue, Wang Qibu, who drank the Moutai in his cup, said.

"Hehe, it turns out that's really. I'm busy now. I watched that movie once and I've been late for a while. Hehe, it turns out you are still a big star. In this way, I believe you are a fighter pilot." Bai Xue said intermittently with a simple laugh.

"Well, this proves that you are already drunk. Well, let's come here today and tell me where your home is. I'll take you back." Wang Qibu made some helpless jokes, then waved his hand and asked the waiter to "pay the bill."

"What are you doing? Didn't you agree that I invited you? Don't you think I've been a flight attendant for so long, but I have a lot of money. Because I have a big business and a lot of money. Well, it seems that you have this too." Under the influence of alcohol, Bai Xue began to be drunk.

"I really don't have this!" Although he knew that the other party was talking drunk, Wang Qibu said firmly, "My whole family is a civil servant, I am the only capitalist. If you spread your words, others would think my dad was asking me."
Chapter completed!