Just as Jiang Qiao turned into the road facing the school entrance, a group of people came over in a hurry and almost bumped into him.
When they passed each other, Jiang Qiao glanced at them.
The man at the head was wearing a suit, he was tall and round, his brows were tightened, and he had an indescribable aura.
The man also glanced at Jiang Qiao, with an indifference like looking at an ant.
Jiang Qiao always felt that he looked familiar, but he didn't take it to heart. He was familiar with many people.
Food stalls gradually gathered on both sides of the road at the entrance.
Jiang Qiao walked to one of the stalls.
The stall owner was busy moving out various ingredients. He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Qiao:
"What do you want to eat, classmate?"
"Have some hand cakes, add eggs and sausage, don't want it spicy."
"okay."
The neon lights at night are refracted from the buildings in the distance and shine on the smooth ground of this road.
Jiang Qiao wandered back and forth among nearly a dozen stalls. After a while, he had several snacks in his hand.
The evening self-study get out of class was over, and gradually a few students ran out of the school first, probably to catch the subway or bus.
The flow of people at the school gate is getting louder and louder, and the voices of people playing and talking are getting louder and louder. Some of them go directly, and some of them go to the stalls after hesitation.
The stall owners were nervous and looking forward to it, hoping that their stalls would attract more students.
Jiang Qiao stood on the edge of the avenue, tiptoeing and looking at the school gate. In the huge crowd, he finally saw Cheng Ruoxi.
She still wore a high ponytail and an ordinary school uniform, and was chatting and laughing with a girl with braided braids and glasses walking beside her.
Of course Cheng Ruoxi didn't notice Jiang Qiao, but the braided girl next to her noticed Jiang Qiao standing motionless while looking left and right.
Jiang Qiao knew her, and they had crossed paths because of Cheng Ruoxi.
The braided girl turned the stunned Cheng Ruoxi with her elbow. Her eyes gradually became ambiguous. It was a kind of ambiguity unique to adolescent girls after they discovered something.
She pointed her other hand towards Jiang Qiao.
Cheng Ruoxi followed her hand and looked past the moving crowd, past the bright moonlight, past the orange street lights, past the shouts, past the noise, past the ambiguous eyes of the girl next to her.
Everything seemed to disappear, and there was only silence between heaven and earth.
In this peaceful tranquility, Cheng Ruoxi could only see Jiang Qiao's eyes.
…
"You didn't study late today?" Cheng Ruoxi walked closer and looked at him, smiling unconsciously.
The crowds on the street gradually thinned out, and the girl with braided braids from before also slipped away with an excuse.
"No, I asked for a leave from the teacher." Jiang Qiao said honestly.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Cheng Ruoxi looked at him.
"No, it's just something." Jiang Qiao quickly changed the subject and handed her the bag of food in his hand, still steaming: "I brought you some food by the way."
"So many!" Cheng Ruoxi looked at the several large and small packaging bags in his hand in surprise, wondering whether to laugh or cry, "Are you raising pigs?"
…
After getting off the subway and walking home, Cheng Ruoxi was obviously in a good mood.
She hummed all the way, and even the air became warm.
Just during her evening self-study, she heard that Zhu Guanhua had gone through the transfer procedures and would not appear here again.
When she thought of this, her mood, which had been clouded for several days, immediately cleared up.
…
They walked back to Jiang Qiao's house.
Cheng Ruoxi stood at the door, looking at the yard without saying anything.
Jiang Qiao had already called someone to take away the stone table in the yard, and the pieces of marble were sold for a good price.
The moon drifted behind the dark clouds, and the wind blew loudly.
She tightened her coat and sighed, "Jiang Qiao, it seems winter is coming."
Jiang Qiao didn't know what to say, but suddenly thought that Cheng Ruoxi's birthday was in winter.
She continued to talk to herself: "When winter comes, it will get colder, and it will be time to celebrate the New Year. If grandma is still here, she will be nagging again during the New Year."
"Jiang Qiao," she turned around and said with a smile: "We will spend the Chinese New Year together this year, okay?"
…
On Sunday morning, Cheng Ruoxi made breakfast, told Jiang Qiao to eat it while it was hot, and then hurried home with her luggage.
After doing all this, she still had to rush to class.
Without the harassment of those villains, she can go back to her own home with peace of mind.
Jiang Qiao is not too worried about this, after all, she also has a black cat that can be called a monster.
Moreover, Jiang Qiao saw that Xiao Hei was becoming more and more intelligent, but it had only been exposed to magic for just over a month, and its affinity for the elements was simply terrifying.
Look at yourself again, you are just a first-level magic apprentice who has only mastered a few small magics.
He can't even compare to a stupid cat, and his face will be completely lost.
So, he decided to take advantage of tonight's meeting with Sylvie to ask her more about magic and how to be promoted to a second-level magic apprentice.
…
The dusk was low and there was no light in the office, making it appear quiet and gloomy.
Zhu Qiangzhong was wearing a crisp uniform and sitting at a black desk.
He held his chin with his hands clasped together and his brows were knitted into a Sichuan shape.
His son Zhu Guanhua is still lying in the hospital with his legs mutilated and his future is unclear. What's even worse is that after he found out that he was disabled, he went crazy and howled in the hospital all day long, which made Zhu Qiangzhong feel bad.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and thought of the fugitive who caused all this.
He has countless ways to torture that person. As long as he catches him, he can make his life worse than death.
But just at this moment, a call came from above, telling me not to continue the investigation and to leave everything to others.
Zhu Qiangzhong knew who made the request. In front of that organization, no matter how powerful he was, he was nothing more than an ant.
It can be said that that organization has the highest authority, and they carry everything in the future.
But how could I be willing to do so?
He is old and has climbed high enough. He is in this position that is difficult for ordinary people to reach in their lifetime. In the first half of his life, he wanted to go to higher mountains, but in the second half of his life, he only hoped that his son would be safe and sound.
Even if he does a lot of evil, as long as he doesn't touch the bottom line, he will have his father to wipe his ass.
However, now he can only watch his life being destroyed.
There was silence for a long time, the sun had set, and the office was terribly dark.
Ding--
At this moment, the mobile phone in front of him rang.
Displayed on the screen was a stranger from an unknown land.
This is his private number, known only to his son.
Since it can't be his son calling, then...
Zhu Qiangzhong stared at the phone quietly without making any movement.
The ringtones collided wildly in the dark air and never stopped for a long time.
Even if the phone automatically prompts "no answer" and hangs up, it will call again after more than ten seconds.
After the third call, Zhu Qiangzhong picked up the phone.
"Hello." he said.
"Hello, Mr. Zhu." There was an illusory voice whose gender was unclear on the other end of the phone.