Our Glamorous Time

Chapter 2: The Major

It was gloomy and chilly in the early winter. The bus station was noisy, full of voices, footsteps, and announcements from speakers.

Still dressed in the woolen military coat, Li Zhicheng jumped off a bus with a small traveling bag in his hand. His tall and straight figure stood out in the crowd. He looked around quietly and quickly and focused his attention on a Cadillac parked at the station entrance. He strode over to the car.

Gu Yanzhi was leaning against the car door with his arms crossed, looking at him with a faint smile on his face. "Oh hey, who is this dapper man coming back from the military?"

All the people around turned their heads and watched their interaction.

Seemingly oblivious to their surroundings, Li Zhicheng kept walking until he stopped in front of Gu.

The two stared at each other. Li Zhicheng spoke up lightly, "Your cousin."

Gu Yanzhi grinned, and reach out to Li Zhicheng's shoulder. A smile appeared on the face of Li Zhicheng too, and the two men hugged each other tightly.

The car ran smoothly on the Second Ring Road.

Gu Yanzhi had his hands on the steering wheel, his fingers lightly tapping the sides. It was warm and quiet in the car. He looked up at the rearview mirror and saw Li Zhicheng sitting upright, rigid as a tree and was looking out of the window. His face was still emotionless, clearly warning others to keep their distance.

To Gu Yanzhi, this was the most annoying thing about Li Zhicheng, who was only at his twenties. However, if you didn't make conversation with him, he would act indifferently all day; as cold as ice.

"You've grown even taller," Gu Yanzhi teased casually.

Still peering at the city familiar yet foreign to him, Li Zhicheng said in a calm and cool voice, "Mmm. I've been taller than you since I was twelve."

Gu Yanzhi chuckled and turned the steering wheel along the roundabout. He changed the topic. "Shall we go to the Group first or the nursing home first?"

"The Group."

Gu Yanzhi smiled and said nothing. He thought, this guy has been away for years, but still knows the old man's temperament well. He can tell that the old man has used his own illness as a pretext for bringing him back.

The most important thing to the old man was still the family business.

Lin Qian stood in front of the Aida Building, feeling quite unsettled.

Things were different from two months ago when she had come for her interview.

At that time, in front of the grand building there parked many vehicles, many expensive vehicles. The well-dressed office staff had ushered guests in and out, and they seemed very busy. Behind the building had been the industrial park, where she had seen red banners with inspiring slogans everywhere and workers bustling around. The whole scene had been flourishing and ambitious.

And now?

The same grand building, the same clean park. But it was quiet and deserted. In front of the building, only two security guards were idle and seemingly in a trance. Most of the plants behind looked dull with workers squatting in the doorways, smoking, and chatting—apparently, the production had already stopped. And those once-dazzling red slogan banners had all disappeared.

Oh, she did spot one. Half of it was hanging on the wall and the other half drooped onto the ground.

While Lin Qian was staring blankly ahead, a subtle yet luxurious car passed by her quietly.