When I was studying at university in the UK, I was surrounded by many rich second generations.

Chinese people in British universities are divided into two groups, undergraduates and graduate students. There are many wealthy second-generation students among the undergraduate students, while most of the graduate students come from very ordinary families.

These two groups of people often look down upon each other.

Among the rich second generation around me, there were two boys who stood out the most. At that time, we all called them “those two rich kids”, and some people also called them “those two prodigal kids”.

One is tall and the other is short, the short one is more elegant than the tall one.

There were no iPhones at that time, and their biggest hobby was to change mobile phones. They would change one model a month on average. There was a time when there were many different models of mobile phones, and the short one actually changed his phone three times in a month.

Later, when the iPhone came out, they finally no longer had to change their phones frequently because the iPhone only came out once a year.

The tall one also likes to do fashion shows. Every time a big brand comes out with a new style, he takes the short one to London to do some shopping. One time they came back and wore exactly the same gray Armani trench coat. I couldn't help but murmur in my heart when I saw it.

Sentence: "So handsome." That was the first time I understood that designers of famous brands are indeed not just for free.

Apart from being squanderers, the two rich kids are not bad people. The taller one is taciturn, while the shorter one loves to chat. He loves to show off his wealth. Sometimes when the conversation is pleasant, he will talk about his childhood days catching loaches in his hometown.

He is from Wenzhou, and his family didn't have much money when he was a child, and it only happened later.

Most international students cook for themselves, and a few from well-off families cook pizza, while the two rich second generations eat out in restaurants every day.

They are both gourmets, and they would occasionally take me out to eat haise. They let me know that there are so many delicious foods in our small place, and we can actually eat authentic sushi.

They were originally a group of three, including a fat man. Later, the fat man had a falling out with them. "Those two prodigal sons" were what the fat man first called them.

One time I asked the fat man why he had a falling out with them, and he said disdainfully: "Who knows, the young master has a bad temper. Don't I have the young master's temper?" He also told me that he planned to let him go when he returned to China this time.

Dad's company sent a few more people to pick him up at the airport to shock the two prodigal sons.

(They took the same flight back to China.) I don’t know whether he implemented this plan later, but even though the two rich kids spent a lot of money, they still took economy class when they returned to China.

My best friend in college, Xiao Hei, was also a second-generation rich man. He was from Hangzhou, about 175 years old, dark, and average-looking.

But he is extremely talented at picking up girls.

When he was in Hangzhou, he would often go out with some small jewelry. When he saw a good-looking girl, he would go up to her with a necklace or bracelet and say, "Did you drop this?" In order to pick up girls, he even raised a cage of rabbits at home. Sometimes he would do it while driving on the street.

Grab one and run away. If you see a beautiful one, you will do the same trick and ask if it is the rabbit she dropped.

He was only 18 years old when he met me, but he had already slept with more than seventy girls, and he even showed me several of them, all of whom were beautiful.

Although he loves women, he doesn't spend much money on them. At most, he only buys a few pairs of CK underwear for his girlfriend.

The money was spent on himself.

Xiao Hei bought a Mini Cooper as soon as he came to school, and soon changed to a BMW. When he changed cars, the Mini was not sold for the time being, so he had two cars at the same time for a while. He was very proud of it.

For a while, his Facebook signature read: "Own 2 cars at the same time." He often drove me in that BMW to eat hot pot in the next city, stepping on the accelerator to reach 220 km/h.

, but I feel extremely safe every time I sit in his car.

Until one time we were stopped by the police for speeding. He was driving without a license, and the BMW was towed away. Fortunately, we met a kind-hearted person at the gas station who took us back home.

The kind man on the road drove the car to 240 kilometers and arrived in a short time.

Before the police towed away the BMW, they asked Xiao Hei to take away all the items in his car (CDs, various documents). When we arrived at the door of the dormitory, he was holding the pile of items in his hands and kept chanting: "It's over.

My girlfriend is going to scold me to death..." His girlfriend is average-looking, but very nice. She is also a rich second generation. She knows all kinds of gangsters and white people in the UK. The three of us often watch movies and play table games together.

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She dotes on Xiao Hei just like Hatsumi does to Nagazawa in "Norwegian Wood", repeatedly tolerating the other person's promiscuity.

At that time, I was still in the MSN era, and one day I suddenly saw Xiaohei posting an article on MSN Space: "A Letter of Reflection to Daisy."

Daisy is his girlfriend's name.

When he came up, he composed a poem: The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as loving as Daisy's treatment of me.