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Chapter 72 Invitation

Am I a good person?
This is a question that probably everyone has asked themselves.

Yang Xingyu is no exception. When he was a student, he never doubted that he was a good person, because he never did anything bad, studied hard and conscientiously, and occasionally did some good deeds. Therefore, when he was a student, he never did anything bad. I doubted my own character.

However, society is a big dye vat.

No matter how pure the white paper is, it will be dyed into various colors when it enters society.

What's more, he plunged into the business field in the original time and space. The process of starting from scratch is bound to be difficult. The process of getting ahead is also a process of self-denial and reshaping.

Many principles of life and work that were once regarded as truth will be reflected and reshaped again and again in the face of constant obstacles and setbacks.

After a long time, he himself couldn't tell whether he was still a good person or not?
Because he knows that he has interests in mind for many people and many things.

For example, the cousin Zhong Xingfei.

In the original time and space, Zhong Xingfei also wanted to work in his company several times and take advantage of his cousin.

But he declined each time.

Because at that time, in the eyes of Yang Xingyu, Zhong Xingfei was hopeless and worthless to him.

And now?

He thought of Zhong Xingfei, but wanted to give him a hand.

reason?

Because Zhong Xingfei is 7 years younger than him and is 17 years old this year. He should have just graduated from junior high school.

17-year-old Zhong Xingfei has not yet developed the bad habit of cheating, abducting, and stealing, and his outlook on life has not yet been completely finalized and is still malleable.

If he pulls Zhong Xingfei's hand at this time, Zhong Xingfei, whose father is not close to him and whose mother does not love him, will probably regard him as his cousin as his backbone, and he will only follow his lead in the future.

You can cultivate them into your own confidants.

The human heart is complicated.

Yang Xingyu's sympathy for Zhong Xingfei is real, and he also has brotherly love, but it is also true that he wants to use brotherly love to cultivate Zhong Xingfei as his confidant and use him for his own use.

To be pitiful, Zhong Xingfei is indeed pitiful.

His parents divorced when he was still in elementary school.

His father, Yang Qingping, was irresponsible. After the divorce, he ignored the son who was left to be raised by his ex-wife.

What's even more tragic is that when Zhong Xingfei was in junior high school, his mother remarried.

When I remarried, I didn't take him with me.

Zhong Xingfei was left to be raised by his grandfather and uncle.

His grandfather is old and his uncle is not very bright and has far lower intelligence than ordinary people. Following such a grandfather and uncle, Zhong Xingfei is almost no different from being completely free-range.

In Yang Xingyu's memory, Zhong Xingfei was very clever, sweet-mouthed and very lovable when he was a child.

But later on, he lacked the discipline of his parents, and after entering the society, he gradually learned all kinds of bad habits, including cheating, abduction, and stealing. There was no bad thing that he would not dare to do.

Not only did he never tell the truth, but he also became a frequent visitor to the detention center.

Because of this, Zhong Xingfei from the original time and space wanted to work in Yang Xingyu's company, but Yang Xingyu never agreed.

But now Zhong Xingfei is only 17 years old. Even if he may have developed some bad habits, Yang Xingyu is confident that he can change them.

So, that evening, Yang Xingyu left the city on his motorcycle and rode for more than an hour to Zhongcun, where his third uncle Yang Qingping had married.

Zhongcun is not big, with only about twenty households.

Zhong Xingfei's home is at the end of the village.

There are three main houses and two side houses. They are all adobe houses. The roofs are covered with black tiles, but they must have leaked. There are some straws on the roofs in several places.

When Yang Xingyu rode his bicycle to the entrance of the courtyard, he saw a family of three eating around a small table in the courtyard.

The courtyard wall is very low and made of adobe bricks.

The three people eating in the yard were none other than Zhong Xingfei, as well as Zhong Xingfei's grandfather and uncle.

In fact, because his father is a daughter-in-law, Zhong Xingfei has called his grandfather "grandpa" since he was a child.

The sound of motorcycles attracted the attention of the three people in the courtyard. "Guo Guo?"

Zhong Xingfei, who was holding his job, recognized Yang Xingyu at a glance, and he still shouted in the same way he was used to when he was a child.

Habits die hard.

Just like Yang Xingyu got used to calling his uncle "Lao Lao" and couldn't change it. Occasionally, he would change his name to "Uncle", but it would feel very awkward.

Yang Xingyu smiled, got off the car, parked his motorcycle, walked into the open courtyard door, and walked towards Zhong Xingfei and the others.

Zhong Xingfei stood up holding his rice bowl in surprise and joy.

His grandfather's hair was snow-white and his old eyes were dim and he couldn't see clearly who was coming. At this time, he squinted his eyes and tried to look at Yang Xingyu, and asked: "Xiao Fei! Who is here? Who is it?"

Zhong Xingfei's uncle, who had no brains, was taking big mouthfuls of rice while giving Yang Xingyu a silly smile.

"Grandpa! It's me Guo Guo! My big pot is here!"

"Your big pot? Which big pot are you talking about? Does it belong to your uncle's family?"

While Zhong Xingfei was talking to his grandfather, Yang Xingyu had already come to the dining table, and the food on the table naturally fell into Yang Xingyu's eyes.

What is a simple meal?That's all the food on the table in front of you.

A yellow enamel bowl contained half a bowl of pickles, a plate of dried salted radish, and a plate of fried vegetables.

That's all on the table.

"Big pot, why are you here? Have you had dinner? Do you want to eat something here?"

Zhong Xingfei asked enthusiastically, subconsciously looking at the dishes on the table, his face turned red with embarrassment, he scratched his face in embarrassment, and said in confusion: "There are just no dishes, do you want to eat some?"

Yang Xingyu smiled and shook his head, "No, I've already eaten."

Mainly because he really couldn't eat such a meal.

In fact, Yang Xingyu has been looking at 17-year-old Zhong Xingfei since he entered the yard.

Zhong Xingfei is not short, a few centimeters taller than his eldest brother, and visually estimated to be 1.8 meters tall. However, he is obviously malnourished, his body is thin, and his face is skinny.

But the outline of his eyebrows and eyebrows are [-]-[-]% similar to Yang Xingyu's. Anyone who looks at them will know that they are brothers.

"Then let me pour you a cup of tea! Wait for the cauldron!"

As Zhong Xingfei spoke, he quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and ran quickly into the kitchen next to him. After a while, he came out with a glass of boiled water in both hands.

The tea cup is a clean can, thick and short.

"Cauldron! You drink tea!"

Zhong Xingfei held the teacup in both hands and handed it to Yang Xingyu with a smile on his face.

At this time, Yang Xingyu had already sat down at the table, which was the wooden stool that Zhong Xingfei had just sat on.

"it is good!"

Yang Xingyu took the tea cup and saw that there were little oily flowers floating on the surface of the boiled water in the cup. This kind of tea was obviously cooked in an iron pot for cooking.

His family used to drink this kind of boiled water a long time ago.

This kind of boiled water can not only taste the taste of vegetable oil, but also taste the rust of the iron pot.

Yang Xingyu hasn't drunk tea like this for a long time and doesn't want to taste it again.

Putting the tea cup on the table, he looked at Zhong Xingfei standing in front of him, smiled and asked: "Xiao Fei, have you graduated from junior high school? What are you doing at home now?"

Zhong Xingfei showed an awkward smile and nodded, "Yeah, right! I stopped studying in the past two years. Now, now I am fooling around at home! I worked at a construction site and studied carpentry with a guy for a while. , I am resting at home recently."

"Are you Xiaoyu?"

At this time, the old man next to him seemed to finally remember Yang Xingyu's nickname. He looked over, stared at Yang Xingyu's face carefully, and asked this question.

Yang Xingyu smiled back and nodded.

Then, Yang Xingyu looked at Zhong Xingfei and asked directly, "Xiao Fei! Do you want to learn to be a chef? I'm opening a roast duck restaurant now. If you want to learn, pack your things and follow me soon!"

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