Middle-aged love

Chapter 217 Is it him?

Wu Ziyue took Cheng Zhijun to her home. In fact, her home was very close to Li's home, with a building in between.But Li's hometown is on the first floor, and Wu Ziyue's is on the second floor.Wu Zi opened the door and politely invited Cheng Zhijun to come. Cheng looked around and found that the house type was the same as that of Li's hometown.

Wu Ziyue found a pair of slippers for Cheng Zhijun to put on, and then said,
"You sit down first, I'll call someone." Wu Ziyue was also rude to Cheng Zhijun,
"Okay, call someone." Cheng Zhijun also sat on the sofa casually. Wu Ziyue didn't make a phone call in front of Cheng Zhijun, but went back to the room.

She came out in a few minutes,
"They'll be there soon?" Wu Ziyue said, then poured Cheng Zhijun a cup of tea, and she started to boil water, and there was no time for the game to start.

In less than 10 minutes, someone knocked on the door, Wu Ziyue opened the door, and then a man and a woman came in, each looking for their own slippers, as if they were at their own home.

Then the two came to Cheng Zhijun's side, and Wu Ziyue came over immediately, she knew Dashan's character, so don't make any more unpleasant things,

"Da Cheng, this is my good friend, Da Shan and Liang Zi, who have been classmates since kindergarten"

Cheng Zhijun stretched out his hand politely to shake the hand of the man named Da Shan,

"It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Cheng Zhijun. Wu Ziyue calls me Dacheng. You can call me." Cheng Zhijun said with a smile,
The man named Dashan looked arrogant, but he didn't put on airs.
"Feng Lingshan, just call me Dashan", but at this time Liang Zi took the initiative to stretch out his hand,
"I'm Liang Jingyin, they all call me Liang Zi, you can call me anything, except for the common name 'what sister'"

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With a cigarette in his mouth, Dashan squinted his eyes and played mahjong. He had a ruffian air, but it was not annoying.

"Dacheng, listen to Ziyue, are you a relative of Grandpa Li's family?"

Cheng Zhijun glanced at Wu Ziyue, a little confused, he didn't know how Wu Ziyue introduced himself to her two classmates just now, but he didn't intend to lie, he smiled,

"Ziyue must have misremembered just now, Mr. Li and I are just schoolmates, we met by chance not long ago"

"Ah, you and Mr. Li just met?",
"It's been a few months"

"Oh, how did you know Grandpa Li?" Liang Zi asked curiously, Cheng Zhijun smiled,

"At that time, I just arrived in Guanzhou. I went out to do some shopping that afternoon when I had nothing to do, and saw that our neighborhood was very lively, chattering and looking for mahjong players. Only Mr. Li was sitting proudly alone, with a chessboard in front of him. The chessboard was a chessboard. Canqi, I started a duel with him when I was interested, and after chatting, I found out that you and I are alumni, what a coincidence",
"Oh, so that's the case?" Liang Zi smiled, then looked at Wu Ziyue intentionally or unintentionally,
Dashan also laughed and said,
"This is in line with Grandpa Li's temperament. He is a chess idiot, and he appreciates people who can play chess."
At this time, Wu Ziyue was a little confused. That day, she vaguely heard from her grandma that the person Grandpa Li was going to introduce to her was his alumni. Could it be him? It's just that the gap between him and what he imagined is too big. In fact, her second-married man is not rejected. Her grandparents are second-married, but they still live happily.

Liang Zi thoughtfully did not ask any more questions, and then mahjong began.

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Mahjong continued until six o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark.

In fact, Cheng Zhijun wanted to leave a long time ago, but seeing the other three being so excited, he was embarrassed to spoil the atmosphere, so he had to give up "life with the gentleman".

However, I have to admit that Cheng Zhijun also had a good time playing, let alone Wu Ziyue. Liang Zi and Da Shan are both bold and straightforward people. They chatted on the phone for a few hours in the afternoon. Feeling passed.

(End of this chapter)