I quietly watch you play

"Let's go back to Bitan," Jiang Xiaoqi said to Zhou Wei while washing up.

With a toothbrush stuffed in his mouth, Zhou Wei leaned against the door frame with his head resting on the messy half ball, and his eyes still couldn't open. "Back to Bitan? When?"

"Today, wait a minute, you agree that I will book a ticket right away."

Zhou Wei was forcibly woken up from standby, and just about to ask him why he suddenly wanted to go back, the stars in the room were spinning and twinkling.

"Hello?" Zhou Wei answered the phone first, "Okay, I'm sorry, I'll go over now—"

"Student Xiaoxiang said he has a fever, I'll go to the school to check." Zhou Wei casually grabbed his hair and began to change clothes, "Are you going back to work? Don't worry about me, there are those groups over here."

"Go back and deal with the things over there," Jiang Xiaoqi came over to feed him toast and milk, "Then I'll go alone, and I'll be back tomorrow at the latest, are you obedient?"

Zhou Wei nodded: "I promise not to pick out the carrots in the mutton!"

Jiang Xiaoqi scraped his nose, kissed the crumbs off his lips, and began to change his clothes himself: "Is Xiao Xiang okay? If it's not convenient for the school, I will pick him up at home. I'll contact the doctor to come and have a look."

"It shouldn't be, I'll take a look first."

The two hurriedly parted ways and went out.

Jiang Xiaoqi got into the car and called Jiang Xiaoming: "No matter what it is, it must still be at home. I'll go back and look for it now, and I'll contact you when I have news."

"Okay," Jiang Xiaoming sighed, "I always feel that she didn't completely deny our speculation. I don't know why she refused to say it. Could it be to protect your father? Also, how do you make sure that the things are kept at home? "

"It's impossible for her to take it with me. Our family didn't have any spare money to go to the bank to open the safe. In short, look for it first."

"You found it, will you take it out?" Jiang Xiaoming chuckled, "Come on, if I didn't tell you, you should find it first, come on!"

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Zhou Wei rushed to school, and it was the busy hour of [-]:[-]. The students left the dormitory to enter the cafeteria, and then went out of the cafeteria to the classroom, shuttling back and forth like little ants in their nests.

He didn't expect to meet Zhou Lei downstairs in Zhanxiang's dormitory. Zhou Lei carried the breakfast packing bag and walked over after a few times: "Brother?"

"Are you also visiting the patient?" Zhou Wei signed the visitor record in the mail room, and Zhan Xiang's classmate came down to pick it up.Zhou Lei was surprised: "Who is sick? Xiaoxiang?"

Zhou Wei signed: "Let's go up together, you bought this for him?"

Zhou Lei is familiar with the door and the road, stepping up three steps to the second floor, the door 212 is half closed.

The boy on the upper bunk of Zhanxiang said: "He should have stayed in the laboratory last night. He didn't come back until the door opened this morning. He fell asleep and we couldn't wake him up until we found out that he was sick."

"You guys go to class, help him ask the teacher for leave." Zhou Wei sat on the bedside and touched Zhan Xiang's head, it was hot, and said to his classmates, "I'll take him to the school hospital, don't worry."

"I'm going to drive!" Zhou Lei turned and ran downstairs.

Zhan Xiang got up on his feet, Zhou Wei helped him change his clothes and added a thick coat, he smelled of alcohol, his classmates probably noticed it too, and didn't expose it.

"Slow down, hold me." Zhou Wei didn't have the physical strength to carry his younger brother anymore, so he could only support Zhan Xiang's arm.

"I'll do it," Zhou Lei ran up again and took Zhan Xiang, almost lifting his feet off the ground.

Zhan Xiang hummed: "My waist is broken! I'll go by myself—"

Zhou Wei accompanies Zhan Xiang, all kinds of registration and payment are done by Zhou Lei, he always feels that there is something wrong with these two boys, and they are quite awkward.

Zhan Xiang was infusion in the injection room, and Zhou Wei sat next to him: "Tell me the truth, did you drink away your worries when something troublesome happened? We were really in the lab last night?"

Zhou Lei stood beside him, tearing up the medical certificate with a trembling hand.

Zhan Xiang was weak, he glanced at Zhou Lei hastily and then lowered his eyes: "So, the midterm exam is not ideal, and the experiment is not too good, by the way..."

Zhou Wei breathed a sigh of relief, full of the tough mentality of a scumbag: "Is this a problem? I thought you fell in love with someone you shouldn't love, and your heart is full of scars!"

Zhan Xiang blushed: "I don't have that time!"

Zhou Lei stuffed Zhan Xiang with breakfast: "I'll go first, I'll pick you up after you've finished your transfusion."

"Is he not right?" Zhou Wei asked Zhan Xiang with his eyes, Zhan Xiang rolled his eyes and shook his head like a rattle drum.

The two brothers share the bag of breakfast.

After a while, Zhan Xiang couldn't help asking: "What kind of person is Mrs. Zhou? Isn't she fierce?"

"It's hard to say." Zhou Wei shook his head and answered casually, "Are they fighting again?"

"Did they quarrel often before?" Zhan Xiang sighed softly, "It's the habitual way of getting along, and if the mother and son can quarrel with each other, it should be fine in two days."

"Oh," Zhou Wei saw him jumping into the trap, and took a sip of soy milk, "So, show me your unsatisfactory grades, do you want me to talk to your supervisor about the progress of your experiment? Or talk about your skipping the experiment last night Going to drink with you is a violation of school rules and discipline?"

Zhan Xiang's drooping head was shaken by his brother's poking, and Zhou Wei wiped his hands with a tissue: "Okay, you have learned to lie to me... Also, you have grown up and grown up, and now you are the one who pays for your living expenses, Brother Jiang , the one who will accompany you to drink and see a doctor is your brother Lei... I think I am useless, you can rest, and when the drip is over, call your brother Lei and ask him to pick you up."

Zhou Wei got up to leave, Zhan Xiang hurriedly grabbed him, raised his face eagerly: "Brother, don't be angry, it's my fault! I was afraid just now, that Brother Lei would not come down to the stage, he would lose face—"

"You think I don't understand him, or you, flirting!" Zhou Wei sat down again, "It's broad daylight, and I'm not blind."

Just as Zhan Xiang was about to explain, Zhou Wei raised his hand to stop him: "Okay, you two don't need to tell me your little secret, and I'm not a feudal patriarch who doesn't give you freedom. Brother knows that you are reliable, and the relationship between people is also simple. , I don’t know how to do anything out of the circle. Xiaolei... If something happens to him, we can’t help and we can’t help it. It’s up to you whether to listen to him pour out his bitterness or persuade him a few words.”

Zhan Xiang was close and trusting of Zhou Wei, and knew that he cared more about Zhou Lei than himself in the past 20 years, so he bit his lip: "He seems to have had a fight with his family, it should be with his mother. Last night Let the bodyguards look for him everywhere, and he sat on the sports field all night with nowhere to go."

Zhou Wei's eyes widened: "So you also sat all night? Then he was alive and kicking, and you cooked the shrimp?"

Zhan Xiang scratched his head in embarrassment, and immediately remembered something: "Just a few days ago, I also helped him unlock a folder with a forgotten password, and the file name was 'Mom'. At that time, I thought this person... Hey, I didn't expect The two of them quarreled like that yesterday..."

Zhou Wei's heart skipped a beat, but his face was still calm: "It's in that notebook of his? Rose Purple."

"It's that coquettish computer!" Zhan Xiang nodded.

weekend:"……"

"He didn't tell me why he was arguing." Zhan Xiang continued to scratch his head, "Maybe I didn't remember after drinking too much, it's that his grandparents were a quarter of a jerk, and his mother had a hard time when she was young." And so on... By the way, he said that Mrs. Zhou was adopted by someone surnamed Ji, and her original name was Ji Qing..."

Zhou Wei raised his head suddenly: "What's your name?"

"Ji Qing, Ji Qing," Zhan Xiang was not sure, "it should be Ji, the two names sound very similar."

"Which season?"

"Ji's surname, Ji Xiaolan's Ji or Heziji, I don't know, so he just said it casually." Zhan Xiang saw that Zhou Wei's reaction was a bit obvious, and asked worriedly, "Brother, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Zhou Wei dialed Jiang Xiaoqi's phone number, but he couldn't get through, only then remembered that he was on the plane now. "Sit for a while if you're tired, I'll go out and smoke a cigarette."

"The doctor asked you to quit smoking!"

Zhou Wei turned to the stairwell, squinted his eyes slightly in the curling smoke, and recalled the trip to Molin last summer.

Ji Qing, the nanny that Ji Qing brought from Ji's family was named Ji, a distant relative, why didn't he expect...

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Jiang Xiaoqi sorted out the necessary things to keep in Bitan's house, and left all the rest to the landlord to sell off. The mother and son often moved and didn't have many things, and even less things were worth taking away.

He called Jiang Xiaoming: "I found the 26.73M video file, it is indeed a B-ultrasound image."

"Fuck!" Jiang Xiaoming cursed, "The second possibility is that your mother is too smart, and she really has no evidence, so she randomly sent a video saved in her phone to save her life, and your father is not sure what she sent out. So I dare not touch her for more than [-] years. But I don't like this possibility."

"That's right, there is a high probability that this is the case. As long as she immediately deletes the original and leaves traces of sending it, Jiang Baichang is not a policeman, and he has no ability to identify the content of the sending."

If this is the truth, the case 25 years ago was almost dead.

Jiang Xiaoqi searched carefully in the study, he didn't want to let go of this opportunity to hold the father and son hostage.

Although keeping silent is a psychological safety zone for Jiang Zhen, or someone she wants to protect, but only herself who has confronted Jiang Xiaoteng face to face knows how sharp the fangs behind the smiling face are.

The photos in the album were taken out one by one, flipped and spread out, there was nothing, this was something he wanted to take away, Jiang Xiaoqi inserted it back one by one.

Wait, Jiang Xiaoqi picked up a group photo of the three of them. It was a photo that Zhou Wei had seen at Bitan's house on his 20th birthday. It was Jiang Zhen and two other boys when he was seven or eight years old.

Jiang Xiaoqi took a closer look at the photo, his eyes moved from the three to the background behind them.

The background of this black-and-white photo is a brick wall and an old tree trunk, which is really easy to be overlooked. At this time, his eyes are all focused on the old tree with only a section of trunk in it.

Jiang Xiaoqi has seen this tree before, although there are more than ten million trees in the world, but no two are exactly alike.

It was an old cypress tree, the longitudinally split bark on the trunk showed an obvious clockwise twist, and there was a huge tree tumor at a height of one meter, and a rotten bald trunk remained on the tree tumor.

He has seen different angles and overall views of this old tree in Zhou Wei Molin's sketch photos.

Jiang Xiaoqi trembled as he pinched the corner of the photo. Countless thoughts whizzed through his mind. He tried in vain to grasp something, such as the truth that could not be obtained from his mother, such as the grandfather who was separated by his mother. Home.

On the brick wall in the photo, there is a corner of the house plate, with the word "Lane" on it and the number "5" below it.

In Molin, a remote small town in the northeast, there is an alley, and one of the No. 5 houses may be the place where his mother Jiang Zhen was born and raised, and perhaps still lives in the grandfather's family that he has never met.

When Jiang Xiaoqi saw Zhou Wei's photos, he thought that his photos of old trees were nothing more than the artist's aesthetic interest or the influence of Zhou Shuzhi, but he didn't expect that there was another hidden reason.

Jiang Xiaoqi dialed Zhou Wei's phone number almost with unknown anger: "Send me the trees you photographed in Molin!"

"Ji Qing's original name is Ji Qing and she is from Molin!" Zhou Wei said to him almost at the same time.

There was a silence on the phone, and both of them fell silent again.

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