The More Ordinary, The More Expensive

At 5:30 PM, smoke began to billow from the two barbecue grills by the lake.

The mouth-watering aroma of roasted meat wafted into the noses of the surrounding girls.

Everyone gathered around to take a look.

"It smells so good! When can we eat?" Shen Yixue asked.

"It'll be a little while longer. There are so many of us today, so we need to grill a bit more before we start eating. Oh, by the way, can someone go into the house, grab the camping mats, and lay them out on the grass?"

"I'll go, I'll go!" Meng Qianyu smiled brightly, turning around and running toward the yard.

"Once Qianyu brings the mats and lays them out, you guys can put the small tables together and set them up. Oh, right, we haven't grabbed the beer yet. Can two of you go get the drinks?"

"Okay, Little Su and I will go get them." Tang Ziyun pulled Su Qingci along to fetch the alcohol.

"Wait for them to bring the stuff over and set it up, and wait for Old Meng and me to grill some more, then we can start eating!" Su Yang laughed.

"Yay!" The girls, who were already hungry, clapped and cheered.

Meanwhile, by the lake, Liu Bo and Song Anquan were still entirely focused on their fishing.

The iron basin beside them already contained over a dozen white minnows and three yellow catfish.

Swish!

The bobber sank, and Liu Bo quickly reeled in his line, pulling up another yellow catfish.

"That's awesome, Brother Fatty. You've already caught over a dozen in such a short time."

"Hehe, this is nothing. The main issue is that the fish in this lake are too small, there aren't any big catches. Otherwise, I'd reel in some ten or twenty-pounders for you."

"These are about enough for us to have a nice little meal."

"We have over twenty people today. One fish per person isn't even enough. Let's keep going!"

At this moment, someone brought a Bluetooth speaker from a car and started playing music.

As the music played, that perfect outdoor camping and barbecue vibe suddenly hit.

"Ah, that's right. I was wondering what was missing. It was the music! Now that we have music, I have the energy to work!" Meng Wenzhou cracked his neck and laughed.

"Yeah, we definitely needed some music, otherwise there's no atmosphere. Who brought the speaker?" Su Yang turned his head and asked.

"I did!" Zhang Ziming raised his hand.

Su Yang gave him an approving look. "Not bad. Put on something with a good beat next."

"No problem!"

As they were talking, Su Yang's phone rang. He took it out, glanced at it, and answered.

"Hello."

"Hi, is this Su Yang, President Su?"

"Speaking. Who is this?"

"You previously ordered two V4S motorcycles from our Ducati Haicheng store. We are delivering them to you now."

"Oh, right! I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it. I'm at home. Where are you right now?"

"We are just entering Lianwu Lake Town. We should be there in about ten minutes."

"Alright, sorry for the trouble."

"You're welcome, it's our job."

Hanging up the phone, Meng Wenzhou, who was standing nearby, thought someone else was coming and asked curiously, "Who was that?"

"Ducati staff delivering my bikes."

"Oh, so that's why you went to take your driver's license test this morning."

"Yeah, otherwise it would be agonizing to have the bikes arrive and not be able to ride them. Mostly, I just suddenly got interested in motorcycles recently, so I got two."

"Two? Can you even ride both?" Meng Wenzhou laughed.

"One of them is for Panpan."

"Oho, look at you! Always thinking of Panpan in whatever you do." Meng Wenzhou winked.

"Of course."

At this moment, Ren Lingxi walked over from not far away and asked, "Brother Su Yang, was that a call from the store?"

"Yes, they're arriving soon." Su Yang nodded.

"Oh, okay."

Soon, a small box truck slowly drove up.

Su Yang pulled Pan Ning along to inspect the vehicles, while Meng Wenzhou and Ren Lingxi followed to watch.

After a rough inspection of the bikes and finding no issues, Su Yang and Pan Ning got on and started the engines. Vroom vroom vroom!!

A wild, roaring sound erupted, drawing Zhang Ziming and Ji Bo over from the lawn.

"Not bad, they're good. We'll leave it at that."

"Alright. If you have any problems, President Su, feel free to contact us anytime." A staff member smiled.

Ren Lingxi chimed in from the side, "It's fine, I'm here. If there are any issues, just come directly to me."

"Haha, right, you're here."

The staff member naturally knew Ren Lingxi.

Seeing this, Su Yang looked at the two young men in front of him and smiled. "Brothers, since you are Lingxi's colleagues, why don't you stay and have some barbecue with us?"

"No need, no need. We haven't finished our work yet and still need to head back."

"Alright then, I won't keep you. Thanks."

"You're too polite, President Su."

After a few more brief words, the two staff members drove away.

Su Yang and Pan Ning rode the bikes into the yard, parked them, and then returned to the lakeside to continue barbecuing.

......

At six o'clock in the evening, the sun on the distant horizon began to slowly set, and the temperature was no longer so sweltering.

Li Muhan and Xia Zhiyu were helping out beside Su Yang, while Shen Yixue and Han Xiaoyu were assisting over by Meng Wenzhou.

The others had nothing to do for the moment. Zhang Ziming and Ji Bo ran over to sit by the lake, smoking and watching Liu Bo fish.

Pan Ning, Lu Yun, Tang Ziyun, and Su Qingci were taking photos on the other side.

Zhao Mengrou, Gu Xiaoman, and Xia Li, three girls of similar age, sat on the grass chatting.

The other girls did the same, finding spots in groups of two or three to either sit and chat or lie down in a daze, briefly emptying their minds.

In this picturesque scenery, there was music, good friends, beautiful women, handsome men, and delicious barbecue.

Everyone wore a smile on their face, temporarily casting aside the worries of daily life as they fully enjoyed this beautiful evening.

[Ding! Detected that the host is currently very happy and relaxed, thoroughly enjoying the present moment. Rewarding 8,000,000.]

Su Yang had just glanced around. Seeing this scene, for some reason, he felt exceptionally comfortable, experiencing an indescribable sense of joy.

Even though he was busy working while the others were relaxing, this wonderful feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing so many of his friends getting along harmoniously and listening to the melodious music, he was suddenly deeply moved.

Meng Wenzhou, beside him, felt the same way. This lakeside barbecue gathering felt so much better than the high-end bars, nightclubs, and cabarets he used to frequent.

"Old Su."

"Hmm?" Su Yang turned his head in response. "What's up?"

"We should host events like this more often in the future."

"Haha, what makes you say that?"

"I don't know. It's just that seeing this scene and feeling this current state, I suddenly feel like my life is complete. Do you get what I mean?"

"I understand. Not just you, I'm feeling the exact same way right now. It's quite magical."

"Right, right, right! It's just a particularly magical feeling."

As the two were talking, Shen Yixue, who was sitting on the ground skewering meat nearby, laughed. "Actually, despite talking so much, neither of you hit on the key point."

"What key point?" The two turned to look at Shen Yixue and asked.

"Do you know why you're having this magical feeling?"

"We just don't know."

"It is actually quite simple. Even though what we are doing right now seems perfectly ordinary, just having a little barbecue, the barbecue itself isn't what matters most. It is the friends. Escaping the hustle and bustle of the city with so many good friends by your side, coming to such a beautiful place together, it is hard not to feel moved."

"Slowing down is actually the lifestyle that many people are constantly chasing. The more ordinary it is, the more of a luxury it becomes. Make sense?"

Listening to Shen Yixue's summary, the two exchanged a glance and nodded repeatedly.

"Not bad, Yixue. Who knew a carefree girl like you could have such deep insights."

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