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"Jiang Hansheng."

Zhou Chuan remembered his name, smiled, and said, "I remember when you lived next door, you were still so small."

He raised the snoμb and scratched Jiang Hansheng's body manuscript.

Jiang Han was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak anymore.

Zhou Chuan didn't mind, guessing the purpose of his visit: "Are you here to see Zhou Jin?"

Just as Zhou Chuan remembered Jiang Hansheng's name, he naturally remembered what he did when he lived in Zhizi Lane.

After all, Zhou Chuan was older, and in Jiang Cheng's eyes Jiang Hansheng's pathological behavior, in Zhou Chuan's view, was nothing more than a child's germinated love.

It's just that Jiang Hansheng b most people are more persistent.

Zhou Chuan invited Jiang Hansheng into the house and brought him to his room.

Jiang Hansheng stood at the door, looking around.The room is clean and tidy, everything is neatly arranged, even the quilt is folded like "tofu cubes".

Zhou Chuan served in the army.

Jiang Hansheng quickly withdrew his gaze to prevent himself from spying on other people's lives.

Zhou Chuan sat down and continued to play with his pocket watch.

The pocket watch was a prize he received for his second-class service in the police force. The outer toμ was engraved with a pattern of pine branches, which was the same as the pine branches on the police badge, which was very commemorative.

It's a pity that he can't use such an elegant thing, but Zhou Jin has taken a fancy to it, and has been clamoring for it all day long.

He was thinking about how to embed Zhou Jin's photo in it, and send it to her back to μ.

After a while, Jiang Han said in a difficult voice: "I, I have been admitted to Gongda."

"Oh? Congratulations."

Zhou Chuan raised his eyebrows, he was surprised in his heart, he didn't expect Jiang Hansheng to choose this professional direction.

He sighed and said, "I used to be Gongda's, so we are considered brothers now? If you need help in the future, just come to me."

"Thank you." After a short pause, Jiang Han asked, "Can I see Zhou Jin?"

"She was not at home."

Zhou Chuan looked at him for a while, then pulled out a chair and asked Jiang Hansheng to sit down.

Jiang Han sounded a little nervous, "I don't want to...I just..."

Zhou Chuan raised sんnoμ to signal, interrupted him, sighed and said: "I know, I know. Don't worry about it, otherwise it will be like a son-in-law coming to see the parents."

Jiang Hansheng blushed: "..."

Zhou Chuan never beat around the bush when he spoke, and said directly: "Han Sheng, you may not understand yet, that sister of mine is too stupid, and she's a stickler.

"..."

"She still needs to go to school now, I hope you don't bother her first."

Zhou Chuan's tone was calm, and there was no sense of sharpness in saying such words, it was more like a discussion.

Jiang Han apologized: "I was the one who was abrupt, I'm sorry."

"You are so young, why do you speak like a board?" Zhou Chuan wondered again, and couldn't help laughing, thinking that Jiang Han's voice was still funny.

He didn't stop in snoμ, lowered toμ, tried twice more, and finally embedded Zhou Jin's photo.

Zhou Chuan breathed out, and snorted his fingers on the pocket watch.

Looking at the person in the photo, Dayue was sighing, where did the charm of this hairy toμ come from, so that he couldn't wait to come to him as soon as he was admitted to Daxue?

Jiang Hansheng knew that he had come at the wrong time, so he could only leave.

Before leaving, he put down the gift box in snoμ.

Zhou Chuan didn't intend to ask for it, saying that he was a child and didn't make money, so what gift would a scholar give him?

Jiang Hansheng explained that his father bought these things just to thank the Zhou family for taking care of him when they lived in Zhizi Lane.

Jiang Hansheng's attitude is very sincere.

Zhou Chuan saw an innocent temperament in him, not childish innocence, but pure.

Zhou Chuan couldn't refuse, so he just accepted it.

Before going out, he called Jiang Hansheng, hesitated for a while, and finally handed him the pocket watch.

"Reciprocity is a matter of courtesy." Zhou Chuan smiled, "Congratulations on your admission to Gongda, come again when you have a chance, and I will treat you to a drink."

Jiang Hansheng saw the photo in his pocket watch.

He took it over, he was puzzled at first, then he seemed to understand something, he held the pocket watch tightly in the snoμ, and said, "Thank you."

Zhou Chuan said, "You're welcome."

Jiang Hansheng walked in Zhizi Lane.

With a soft "snap", I opened my pocket watch, and looked through the still photos, as if I saw the immature girl come to life, c0u, floating, standing at the end of Zhizi Lane.

A place against the light.

He seemed to have a premonition, fear overwhelmed all his consciousness, and he shouted: "Zhou Jin, come here."

She looked at him quietly, motionless.

Jiang Han hurriedly approached her, the road was so long that it seemed endless.

He saw a man behind her.

The manuscripts were delivered, and those of Tingba enveloped Zhou Jin like a dark shadow.

The man's snoμ grazed her shoulders, collarbone, and finally grabbed her jaw hard.

He touched the corner of T1an's lips with the tip of his tongue, spitting out snake letters like a snake, tilted his head, and kissed Zhou Jin's cheek delicately.

Don't touch her, don't touch her, don't touch her!

Don't touch her—!

Enduring the severe pain, he ran over desperately.