Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 754 Love after Tragedy
At dusk, a black extended-length Lincoln sedan started on the curb diagonally opposite the south gate of the University of California, Los Angeles.

Even though it was his second time riding in this car, Wu Yingxiong still had to lament its luxury and extravagance.

Although Brother Kun said it was rented, he still had to overturn the energy and wealth that Brother Kun now has based on the beautiful swords sent to him every year.

Smaller.

His pattern is obviously smaller.

He was escorted by two bodyguards, accompanied by a beautiful sister, and rode in a concierge-class Lincoln. Even in the United States, Brother Kun's social status was considered to be that of an upper-class person.

Of course, the better Brother Kun does, the happier he will be.

I didn't feel too surprised.

This is his brother Kun. In the early years when the economic environment in the mainland was so severe, he could make a fortune just by being a school student.

Although Wu Yingxiong now has a doctorate in economics, he still dare not say that he understands economics better than Brother Kun. In fact, in the past few years of studying abroad, he often recalled some of the remarks that Brother Kun once said. I didn't understand it, but later I was enlightened.

How dare brothers Ran Zi and Fu Gui dislike it? Didn't they see that the boss (owner) was very interested?
Li Jiankun naturally wanted to meet this girl who had such a deep connection with the little hero. It was obvious that she would be his younger brother and sister in the future.

As for safety issues, the little hero said that there may be no safer place nearby for Chinese people than there. There are also buses at the intersection that can go directly to the school. There are many Chinese international students in the school who have not applied for dormitories and live there.

Ran Zi then realized that the Mainland was very conservative in this regard, and it seemed that people must get married before they can live together. Li Jiankun knew the little hero better and vaguely smelled something else.

"No, it's not appropriate." Wu Yingxiong smiled.

An old community appeared in front of me. It was filled with low-rise houses, no more than two floors at most. In this country with a low population density, the distance between rows of houses was quite considerable, so it seemed that the size of the community was not small.

"The place is a bit dirty, and the room is relatively small, but there is a rooftop balcony." Wu Yingxiong said, taking precautions in advance, mainly for Sister Ran and the two bodyguards who were unfamiliar with her.

Wu Yingxiong said that the properties were all owned by the landlord. Feng Xiaowan rented the room on the left side of the second floor, so he had exclusive use of the space on the roof of the bungalow, which was very convenient for hanging clothes and other things.

Without exception, now, they all stopped and cast surprised glances at the elongated Lincoln.

Apparently hearing the commotion, a girl came out from the stair landing on the second floor. She looked down and smiled shyly.

Feng Xiaowan is exactly that girl's name, from Jiangsu.

The distance is not too far, the bus takes about four or five stops.

His brother Zhang Fu said to him, "People like us who don't understand a word of English can still live here."

"This place even sells fried noodles!" Zhang Gui looked through the car window and marveled.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, and they are all yellow-skinned.

Li Jiankun guessed that it should be a gathering place for Chinese people.

This girl doesn't live on campus, and that tragic experience made her less social, so she rented a house off campus that cost about the same as a school dormitory.

Wu Yingxiong had the key here. When he stepped forward to open the corridor door, Ran Zi asked, "Why don't you move in with her? It's not good for a girl to live outside."

Turning from the main intersection is a small street. On both sides of the street are two rows of uniformly regulated bungalow shops. The signs in front of the doors all have Chinese characters.

Within California, San Francisco and Los Angeles have the largest number of Chinese people, and naturally there are more Chinese gathering places. People like Li Jiankun who have never been to the United States have heard about it. There is a very famous "Mistress Village" in Los Angeles. It was called Luolangang, and at least it was famous in the country in later generations.

He never thought that he was a genius, but he really felt that Brother Kun was born with it.

The cockpit fender of the Lincoln was not closed. Wu Yingxiong communicated with old Nathan. After about two minutes of twists and turns, the car stopped at the bottom of a two-story building painted with yellow paint, next to A bungalow.

Li Jiankun looked back at her with a smile. She was a girl who looked like a lady from the south of the Yangtze River. Her round face was graceful and classic. She wore Hanfu and acted in costume dramas without any makeup. She was not tall, maybe less than 1.6 meters tall. She was petite and exquisite. , a pair of big eyes are particularly smart.

Although she is such a beautiful woman from a small family in the south of the Yangtze River, she is undoubtedly a very strong girl.

At least from the outside, there are no scars from that tragic experience.

"Xiaowan, this is Brother Kun I often mentioned to you." Wu Yingxiong went upstairs and raised his hand to introduce.

Feng Xiaowan bent down at 90 degrees and bowed: "Hello, senior."

In fact, Li Jiankun is just her classmate, and they are the same age.

"I didn't realize that there was such a beautiful girl in Yanyuan back then." Li Jiankun's words were not a joke. Feng Xiaowan, a classical beauty with such unique characteristics, is rare.

Moreover, Li Jiankun thought she had a prosperous appearance, with a straight nose, round cheekbones and a full chin.

Feng Xiaowan's pretty face was slightly red. After greeting Ran Zi and Fugui brothers, she invited: "Please come in quickly, there are two more dishes, they will be ready soon."

"Don't put sugar in the fried vegetables!" Li Jiankun said quickly. One of the young couple is from Jiangsu and the other is from Shanghai. Their tastes are quite compatible.

Wu Yingxiong laughed, and Feng Xiaowan said awkwardly that he only added a little bit, but he couldn't help it, as if Sichuan and Chongqing people cook without adding chili pepper, it would not be done properly.

The room is indeed not big, but although it is small, it is fully equipped with a bedroom, a separate bathroom, and a small kitchen. It is very clean, and the red solid wood floor is shiny, without a trace of dust.

Wu Yingxiong had told Li Jiankun before that Feng Xiaowan suffered from severe mysophobia. When Li Jiankun was about to take off his shoes, Feng Xiaowan waved her hand and said no: "I don't have that many slippers at home."

"Then go barefoot. It's comfortable to be barefoot today." Even the little hero is not 100% sure whether Feng Xiaowan's mental problem has been cured. Li Jiankun can't bring a mental burden to her.

So he and the Fugui brothers entered the house barefoot. Wu Yingxiong had his own slippers but didn't wear them. Feng Xiaowan found a pair of women's slippers for Ran Zi. She looked at Li Jiankun with gratitude in her eyes. She saw the extended Lincoln downstairs. , when the hero chatted with her in the morning, he said that Brother Kun had no airs at all, and she still didn't believe it. There is a side door in the room that leads directly to the roof of the next door. It is covered with antiseptic wood and is also cleaned almost spotlessly.

Wu Yingxiong said that the house price was originally higher than it is now, but the landlady later took the initiative to lower the price because she saw that Feng Xiaowan was both clean and careful.

A gray parasol was opened on the roof, and a small foldable square dining table was placed underneath.

It's rare that Feng Xiaowan can cook well.

The table is filled with dishes, each of which is delicious, delicious, and you know it will taste good without tasting it.

"Everyone must eat well and drink well today. Don't come home until you're drunk!" This is the first time for guests to be entertained here, or even guests. After Wu Yingxiong brought two bottles of Jack Daniel's, he also brought a box of Budweiser.

After Feng Xiaowan cooked the last two dishes of boiled dried shredded pork ribs and sauced pork ribs, everyone sat around and prepared to start.

"Don't say anything. Come on, Xiaowan. Let's respect Brother Kun first."

"Girl, let's drink beer." Li Jiankun said after seeing their actions.

Feng Xiaowan said I could drink it, so she and Wu Yingxiong each poured half a glass of whiskey. The two of them stood up to pick up the glasses and took a sip. After the suffocation, Feng Xiaowan choked and coughed several times.

Li Jiankun took away her whiskey glass, and Ran Ziqi opened a bottle of Budweiser and handed it over.

Two girls were drinking beer, and the four guys were going to drink the whiskey first and then rinse their mouths with beer, or so the saying went.

But in fact, except for Li Jiankun, no one can fight.

Wu Yingxiong had just finished half a glass of whiskey, and he was already at three points. We haven’t seen each other for many years, how could Li Jiankun know his drinking capacity? Looking at this posture, I thought I had mastered it. Besides, this 40-proof whiskey can fade away like a bird. He insists on drinking it, so drink it, one cup after another.

have to.

Before the dishes were even touched, the little hero's head fell straight onto the table.

Made everyone laugh.

The rich brothers didn't help. They joined the martial arts team when they were young and were not allowed to drink. They didn't develop this skill.

"I'm fine, come on, keep drinking!" Wu Yingxiong blushed like Guan Gong and had a tough mouth.

Li Jiankun wanted to change him to beer, but Feng Xiaowan said, "Let him drink it. He will be happy if you come over."

My wife nodded, and we had nothing to say. Why couldn't Li Jiankun be unhappy?
After three rounds of drinking, the little hero fell down immediately. Brother Fugui was better, and he had to squint for a while, but Li Jiankun knew that they were gifted. After being drunk at this level, they could wake up after half an hour of squinting. .

"Sister Ran, could you please go to the room? I have a few words to say to Brother Kun." Feng Xiaowan suddenly spoke.

Ran Zi follows his own example.

After she returned to the room and closed the side door, facing Li Jiankun's questioning gaze, Feng Xiaowan glanced at Wu Yingxiong, who was leaning back on the chair and sleeping soundly. There was a struggle in his eyes, but finally he said:

"He often mentions you to me. You occupy a very high position in his heart. In some ways, you may be more useful than his family members."

Li Jiankun took a sip of whiskey and waited for the next words.

"How can someone like me be worthy of him?" Two lines of tears fell down Feng Xiaowan's cheeks.

Li Jiankun raised his eyebrows: "You don't love him?"

"No, no, no, I love it, I love it!"

Feng Xiaowan screamed out the last word "love" with all her strength. Because she loved her so much, she couldn't accept giving him such a incomplete and dirty self. He was such a good person, so He has talent, this is so unfair to him.

He deserves the best girl in the world.

Feng Xiaowan's face was filled with tears, and there was a heartbreaking pain on her face. This was not easy, it was like stripping away her soul. "I am willing to give him everything I have, and if he needs it, I can die for him! But... I don't want him to love me."

Li Jiankun frowned and said softly: "He loves you, what does it have to do with you?"

Feng Xiaowan: "???"

"You feel you are not worthy of him, you found me, and you want me to take him away or kidnap him. Have you asked him about this? Obviously, you also think this has nothing to do with him, right?"

Feng Xiaowan was stunned.

"Love is the most selfish thing in the world, and when this extreme selfishness evolves into subjective 'everything is for his (her) good', it is true love.

"You treat him like this, he treats you... I think the fact that he has stayed by your side all these years is enough to explain everything.

"If a couple like you can't get together, words like 'lovers will eventually get married' can be wiped from the world."

Feng Xiaowan covered her mouth and sobbed: "But..."

"But your love has touched your soul. To this extent, what else does it matter?"

The knot in Feng Xiaowan's heart that she had been struggling with for several years, the knot in her heart that she couldn't open her mouth to the little hero, was blown away by the man in front of her like a magician.

(End of this chapter)