After he finished speaking, he stood up from the sofa, turned around and walked towards his room. He packed his things and walked out with his schoolbag on his back. He asked Yu Jiawei to sign in sign language: "You don't need to send me off.

Go by yourself."

Bang.

The door is closed.

The harsh and sharp sound made Yu Jiawei pause for a few seconds before she quickly ran over, took the key and followed.

She followed Yu Jiahang not far away, took the subway with him, and watched him walk into the gate of the special school with her own eyes.

Not long after, she received a call from the school's Director Zhao.

"Is it Sister Jiahang? Why did Jiahang come to school to register? He said he wanted to transfer to a special school..."

"Director Zhao, I... am at the school gate now. Is it convenient for you to come out?"

"Oh okay, I'll make some arrangements first and then go out."

Director Zhao knows about Yu Jiahang's situation.

As early as two years ago, Yu Jiawei took Yu Jiahang here. At that time, Director Zhao felt that Yu Jiahang's situation was really depressing, and advised Yu Jiawei to think of more solutions. After all,

It would be a pity for a child with such a high IQ not to take the college entrance examination through the normal route.

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Fortunately, Yu Jiawei had some connections at the time and did not choose this path.

Yu Jiawei told Director Zhao about Yu Jiahang's situation.

Director Zhao listened and said, "Well... let him sit in for a few days. He won't get used to it. Then he will want to go back to his normal life."

Yu Jiawei thanked her.

The special school has accommodation on campus, and Yu Jiawei accompanied Director Zhao to the Academic Affairs Office to pay the accommodation fee for one month.

Before leaving, Yu Jiawei glanced at Yu Jiahang sitting on the horizontal bar in the playground.

His eyes fell on a boy with a broken arm not far in front, who was shooting with one hand.

She came over and said, "Sister, I paid for your room and board. If you need anything, please call me."

Yu Jiahang's eyes were a little dazed, always looking at the boy on the basketball court, his eyes seemed to be rotating with the basketball.

Yu Jiawei reached out and pulled her brother's wrist, "Jiahang, the decision is yours to make. Just think about it yourself. Don't get angry with me."

Yu Jiahang still didn't speak.

After coming out of the special school, Yu Jiawei sat in a taxi.

She squinted her eyes slightly and looked out the car window. Her heart was tense, but suddenly it relaxed. Her whole body was as tired as if the last nerve had been taken away, and there was pain in the seams of her bones.

Suddenly, Yu Jiawei's cell phone alerted that an email had come in.

Yu Jiawei clicked in and was stunned.

The subject of the email is three words [Wedding Photo].

Then she suddenly remembered that she had left her mailbox with the photographer that day at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Later, the registration was not successful, and she did not cancel it.

Yu Jiawei's hand holding the phone slowly tightened, and her knuckles turned white.

The figure started to shake in my mind again.

Yu Jiawei has never been a sloppy character, she can also be straightforward.

But the premise is to make it clear.

But now on the phone...

Nearly 72 hours have passed since Saturday morning, and there has been no news from him.

Yu Jiawei held the phone and stared at the asterisked name on the phone. After a long time, just before the screen brightness was about to go out, she finally pressed the voice call button.

In my ears was the exclusive ringtone set by Yu Jiawei for Chen Dongduo.

She thought at the time that when she heard the voice, Chen Dongduo would know it was her call and could answer the call immediately.

But now, he didn't answer the phone until the ringtone stopped.

Yu Jiawei hit him again.

Chen Dongduo could answer Chen Yanran's phone calls, so why didn't he answer hers?

But this time the call was disconnected again and there was still no answer.

She called again, but still no one answered.

There seemed to be a fire blocked in Yu Jiawei's chest, and she was screaming crazily for an outlet, but she had nowhere to vent.

She sent a message to Chen Dongduo.

Her fingers poked at the screen while typing, using a lot of force.

[Chen Dongduo, at 8:30 tonight, I’ll be waiting for you at Bian’an Cafe in the middle of Tongxing Road.]

It took a long time after this sentence was sent before Yu Jiawei realized whether she had been impulsive.

She is not a stalker. Didn't Chen Dongduo's actions clearly show his attitude? What is her name now? Is she talking harshly?

She immediately wanted to withdraw the message, but two minutes had passed.

Yu Jiawei put away her cell phone, closed her eyes heavily, and said to the driver: "Master, I'm not going to the hospital anymore, go to Tongxing Road."

It was half past seven when Yu Jiawei arrived at the coffee shop.

She ordered a fruit salad, took a few bites, and then sat in her seat in a daze.

At night, there are not as many people in the cafe as there are during tea time, only a few people.

Yu Jiawei turned her head and looked out the French window.

People flow through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the streets illuminated by neon lights make it seem like a city that never sleeps.

Opposite the cafe is a bar.

The neon sign at the entrance of the bar shines, reflecting the area on the ground.

She suddenly remembered the time Chen Dongduo took her to the bar.

In that closed place with bright lights and feasting, the smell of alcohol on people's breath seemed to be mixed together. Everything was not so clear. Only when she was stopped by him behind the sound curtain and pressed closely against her body, the feeling was so clear.

.

It was as if she was within reach.

Yu Jiawei waited until half past eight.

The door of the cafe opened and closed, people came in and people went out.

But after all, the person she was waiting for was not there.

By the time it was ten o'clock, half of the lights in the cafe were out, and there were only a few people left in the hall.

Yu Jiawei glanced at her phone.

In the dialog box, there was only the lone message she sent a few hours ago.

In the past, she was afraid that someone would find out when someone looked through her phone, so she basically deleted them after chatting.

But now...

There is no need to even think about it.

She stared at Chen Dongduo's homepage on WeChat for a long time, and then... pressed delete.

This person disappeared from her friend list, and her heart seemed to suddenly feel empty.

The expectations that were generated because of him were completely disappointed at this time.

She felt that no one would come to fill this area again.

Yu Jiawei stood up directly, opened the door, and left the coffee shop.

Parked on the side of the road was an inconspicuous black business car.

The man's eyes fell on her through a gap in the car window, and his dark eyes fell on her.

Her footsteps were hurried and she left in the completely opposite direction of the vehicle, her eyes never intersecting with his.

The man raised the window and then told the driver: "Let's drive."

The vehicle slowly drove into the Chen family mansion and parked in the parking space.

After the driver parked the car, he hurriedly opened the back door and helped the man who got out of the back seat.

Chen Dongduo raised his hand: "No need."

There are injuries on his body, but they are not serious. It does not affect his walking, but it will be a little slow. When he sits down, the wounds on his shoulders and back will be affected.
Chapter completed!