Chapter 442

Entering, Tang Qingfeng raised his hand and waved to a 40-50-year-old man sitting in the middle of the second row.

The man was forty or fifty years old, but his hair was already a little gray. Fu Zhiran saw it and was stunned. When he turned to look at them, he showed his face. Fu Zhiran laughed happily, "Uncle Fang."

The man listened to Fu Zhiran calling him, frowned, reached out and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at her carefully, recognized it, and stood up excitedly, "Xiao ran."

Fu Zhiran quickly steps up and says, "just now I was surprised to hear that you were a professor here."

Father had many comrades in arms and friends in his life, but the only one he praised in front of her was Uncle Fang.

Later, they were all transferred out of the army. They didn't see each other often, and even had little contact with each other. However, every time they met, they would get drunk and have a long talk.

There's no restraint at all.

"I haven't seen you for years. You are still like a child." Fang Jiaming reached out and touched Fu Zhiran's head with a smile.

A look of love.

"Uncle Fang hasn't changed much either." Fu Zhiran said and looked at Fang Jiaming's hair, frowned painfully, "but why is uncle Fang's hair suddenly white so much?"

She only met him one year before his father left. At that time, he had black hair and could not even see a piece of white silk. If he had not experienced anything in recent years, how could his hair be so white.

Fang Jiaming said with a smile: "it's normal to be old and white."

Then he looked at Fu Zhiran and sighed, "Hey, these years, it's not easy for you. I've heard all about it. I haven't been able to come back to see you and your mother."

Fu Zhiran pursed her lips, pursed a touch of bitterness at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were moist.

She lowered her head and shook, "it's all over."

Then she raised her head and grinned mischievously, "Uncle Fang has come back. Now I have something to rely on."

It seems that she didn't rely on her. Yes, this stupid girl is deliberately angry with him.

LAN Jingyan looks at Fu Zhiran's coquettish face and really wants to strangle her.

However, he is aware of a more serious problem, that is, he has been standing here until now, no one cares.

He was frowning and chagrined, and Tang Qingfeng's eyes finally pointed at him. The other side Jiaming said, "Professor Fang, this is my brother-in-law."

This introduction made LAN Jingyan feel a little more comfortable. He looked coldly at Fang Jiaming who was looking at him.

Fang Jiaming looked at him for a while, then thought of something, and said with a smile: "I seem to have seen it once. At that time, Xiaoran was in the first year of high school. He rode a bicycle with Xiaoran."

Yes, from primary school to the second day of junior high school, LAN Jingyan took Fu Zhiran by bike, because before that, LAN Jingyan was not as high as Fu Zhiran.

In the year of the third year of junior high school, he suddenly went up as if he had taken a stimulant, and went straight to 1.7 meters. Then he used his lucky money to buy a motorcycle.

Every day with Fu Zhiran to go for a ride, nothing in the courtyard riding to play, everywhere loaded ~ forced.

Lanjing Yangang had a sense of existence, Fu Zhiran put away a happy smile, light way: "don't say so much, let's go to dinner."

She didn't say hello to anyone, so she bent down to find an empty seat and sat down.