books44 Chapter 109 Broken Boat
Chapter 109 Broken Boat
"Okay, have a drink first," Zhang Liangjun readily agreed. Then he said to Guan Juer, "Let's find a designated driver later!"
"Great! Brother Zhang, it's good to have a drink if you're happy!" Guan Juer felt a little guilty for inviting Zhang Liangjun to the party, only to have it turn into an unpleasant experience!
Fatty Tian had a large belly, but he wasn't a big drinker. After just one glass of wine, he started getting excited. He kept bragging to Zhang Liangjun and Guan Juer about how his ancestors had been imperial chefs.
After the second cup, he was about to explain his cooking secrets to Guan Juer. If a hotel chef had listened, he might have learned a lot, but Guan Juer rarely cooked and couldn't even understand Fatty Tian's jargon!
Zhang Liangjun's smile gradually faded as he watched Tian Pangzi's comical performance. Tian Pangzi was still the same as in his previous life! Back then, Zhang Liangjun had taken Zhong Xiaoqin and Wang Wenwen to every restaurant in Shanghai, trying to find out which was the best. Wang Qinglin, who lived on the top floor of the Junyue Mansion, learned of this and personally brought the three of them to this courtyard, where they met Tian Pangzi!
At that moment, Zhong Xiaoqin and Wang Wenwen, witnessing Tian Pangzi's power for the first time, had expressions identical to Guan Juer's! In the very chair Guan Juer sat, sat Wang Wenwen, while Zhong Xiaoqin's petite figure was squeezed into the corner of the table. Zhang Liangjun looked over, his gaze seemingly piercing through time, glimpsing the three of them in their happy moments!
"Brother Zhang! Brother Zhang!" Guan Juer called out to Zhang Liangjun, "Brother Zhang, why are you crying?"
"This wine is poisoned!" Zhang Liangjun pointed to the wine glass on the table. He added in his mind, "It just stirs up memories!"
Guan Juer took it seriously, "Should I call an ambulance for you?"
"No, please! I was just kidding. A bug flew into my eye just now, it's nothing!"
Fatty Tian was quite satisfied with the taste of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. As long as his food was good, Fatty Tian liked to have a couple more drinks! He had already had enough to drink and walked behind the large cabinet with a rosy face. He took out his treasured acacia wood guitar, tuned the strings, and was about to perform a talent for the two of them.
At this moment, several people from the east wing also came out. Seeing Tian Pangzi's appearance, they weren't in a hurry to leave. They moved a few stools over, greeted Zhang Liangjun, and sat down next to him. They knew Zhang Liangjun as ordinary business friends, but they were all men of principle and valued loyalty.
Fatty Tian's guitar playing was quite good, but his singing was really nothing to write home about. After singing three songs in a row, Fatty Tian felt tired and thirsty. He swayed as he got up, tossed his guitar to Zhang Liangjun, and said, "Liangjun, you sing one first, I'm going to get some water!"
With the atmosphere already set, Zhang Liangjun didn't disappoint everyone, especially Guan Juer's eager little eyes! Zhang Liangjun can play the guitar. Over a hundred years of his life haven't been wasted. He's learned many skills, but his level is too low to even be qualified to access the system panel. Among them are instruments like the guitar, piano, erhu, and suona.
After trying a few chord tones, Zhang Liangjun helped Tian Pangzi tune his strings. Having chosen a piece in mind, he began to play.
The night was silent.
Who can I confide in?
Refusing to turn back
All the love was missed!
……
Life's scenery is ever-changing.
Whenever I am lonely and look back,
Your love is always waiting for me not far away!
Time flies by.
I keep my joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness locked away.
Just because you're waiting for me at the ends of the earth!
Outside the door, a dazzling light appeared in the deep and vast night sky, like a brilliant shooting star streaking across the heavens. Trailing a long tail, it sped past at astonishing speed, instantly disappearing into the vast darkness.
Inside the room, Zhang Liangjun was immersed in his passionate and soaring singing. His voice was very magnetic, full of melancholy and sadness. And the vibrato of the guitar strings was like a key, unlocking the long-closed door in the depths of his heart.
As the song reached its climax, Zhang Liangjun felt a powerful surge of emotion welling up inside him. The shackles that had once bound his heart, the past that he couldn't let go of, seemed to be loosening and crumbling little by little. Unbeknownst to Zhang Liangjun, he was already in tears.
Finally, as the last note faded, Zhang Liangjun took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. His gaze became exceptionally bright and clear, as if he had undergone a baptism and been completely refreshed. At this moment, he understood that some things, like a fleeting shooting star, cannot be retained; and what truly matters is learning to let go of the burdens of the past and bravely embrace the challenges and opportunities of the future.
Guan Juer watched Zhang Liangjun sing and play the instrument quietly. She could feel the nostalgia and vicissitudes in his voice, making her want to comfort him. All she could do was gently wipe away the tears on Zhang Liangjun's face.
Around 10 o'clock, Zhang Liangjun's Hongqi car slowly pulled up in front of Building 19 of Joyful Song!
"Brother Zhang, thank you!" Guan Juer didn't rush to get out of the car, but thanked Zhang Liangjun from inside the car.
"Thank me for what?"
"It's nothing, Brother Zhang, I'm off! And you, driver, please drive slowly on your way back!" Guan Juer got out of the car, waved to Zhang Liangjun, and said, "Goodbye!"
Zhang Liangjun opened the car window and waved to Guan Juer.
"Sir, where are we going?" the designated driver asked Zhang Liangjun.
"Qingjinxuan Villa".
Meanwhile, back in 2002, Guan Juer is being interrogated by Fan Shengmei and Qiu Yingying.
Fan Shengmei asked with a serious expression, "Guan Guan, tell me, how does Sister Fan usually treat you?"
"Sister Fan is very good to me!"
"Ok?"
Guan Juer quickly corrected herself: "Little Mei is the best to me!"
Fan Shengmei finally showed a satisfied expression, "That's more like it! Now tell me honestly, what did you do last night? Who was in that car?"
It turns out that Guan Juer got off the car, a scene that Fan Shengmei happened to witness when she returned home late. Fan Shengmei has recently been helping Wang Baichuan find an apartment. Wang Baichuan is moving his company to Shanghai and needs an office, so he asked Fan Shengmei, who lives in Shanghai, to help him find one.
Qiu Yingying was also curious about Guan Juer's scandals; she was simply a gossip. Fan Shengmei was also just a gossip.
Guan Juer looked at Qiu Yingying, hesitated for a long time, and finally made up her mind. She didn't hide anything and told the truth: "It's... Brother Zhang!"
"what?"
"Brother Zhang?!"
Qiu Yingying was about to explode again, "Guan Guan! You... Brother Zhang... Sister Fan, Guan Guan is on a date with Brother Zhang! Guan Guan, I'm your best friend! Wow...!"
Guan Juer remained silent, offering no explanation.
Fan Shengmei asked anxiously, "Guan Guan, what's going on? Little Qiu, you're crying first!"
However, Guan Juer remained silent.
Qiu Yingying cried until she was exhausted and stopped on her own.
Guan Juer finally spoke, "It's like this, in the afternoon, I received a call from my senior from university, Lin, who invited me to... So, Brother Zhang took me to see him, we ate, and then he brought me back!"
Qiu Yingying said with a sob in her voice, "You just went to eat?"
"Ah."
"Alright then! I'm tired, I'm going to sleep!" Qiu Yingying got up and went back to her room, locking the door with a click. Qiu Yingying wasn't really stupid; Guan Juer's behavior had already revealed her thoughts. This once stable little boat of friendship was now teetering on the brink of capsizing!
Fan Shengmei glanced at Qiu Yingying's door, then at Guan Juer sitting absentmindedly on the sofa, and sighed heavily. She wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word. Matters of the heart truly defy logic!
After hesitating for a while, he finally returned to his frosted glass room in silence.