I quietly watch you play

In Mr. Lu's single ward, Jiang Zhen took off some personal clothes from the hangers in the closet, folded them neatly and put them into a large suitcase.

The maroon cashmere coat her son just bought was reluctant to crease, so she hung it up after thinking about it for a while. The temperature has cooled down in the past two days, and she will wear it when she goes out tomorrow.

Jiang Xiaoqi sat on the small desk by the window and used his computer. It was a MacBook that Jiang Xiaoteng gave him as a housewarming gift, and it was placed directly on the desk in his study.

Rich people are thoughtful and meticulous. From computers worth tens of thousands to notepads worth tens of dollars, they all stay in the right place, as if they belonged to you, unlike when a girl gave him gloves and scarves in the past. Wrapped up solemnly, for fear that he would not know that the chilblains on his hands were seen by others.

Jiang Xiaoqi got used to it for a few days, and just got used to the iOS operating system. After installing a bunch of software such as SU, CAD, and PS, the machine still runs smoothly, which is much better than the few elderly machines in the general building.

At this moment, he automatically connected to the hotspot of his mobile phone to surf the Internet, so he no longer had to worry about data charges and use WIFI everywhere.

The search engine popped up a bunch of information strips marked with keywords in red, showing about 5000 million search results.

Looking down little by little, Jiang Xiaoqi found that the Peony City of the Zhou family was a commercial empire with an astonishing size. It opened three stores in Danyang: Fengdan Road, Dongrong Plaza and University City. Among them, the property owned by the Zhou family was Dongrong Plaza. A store with a construction area of ​​nearly 40 square meters and a high-end serviced apartment attached.

The "repetition of old tricks" he overheard at Jiangsheng International that day should refer to the tricks Jiang's family used to get Zhou's to buy the land in Dongrong Plaza.

The information on the Internet also confirmed that the Dongrong land plot did change hands from the Jiang family to the Zhou family 20 years ago, but the specific inside information is unknown, such as the "old trick" that is going to be repeated.

At that time, the Zhou family spent 6.9 million yuan to acquire equity in order to control the project company that owned the land under their name, which was definitely a sky-high price in the 90s.

Jiang Xiaoqi knows nothing about business, and only recently followed Jiang Xiaoteng to get a glimpse of the surface.

In the long run, the acquisition of the Zhou family did not suffer a loss, and it was even lucky to catch up with the big move of the national macro policy adjustment, and commercial and residential prices began to soar.

But who can tell clearly about the situation at that time, such a large sum of money is pressed on one piece of land, and it is very possible that the blood flow will be cut and the whole game will be lost.

The nurse came to deliver the evening stew, Papaya Xueha: "Mr. Jiang, are you leaving the hospital tomorrow?"

The nurses here are also different from those outside. They take care of fewer patients and are less likely to be depressed. call the teacher.

"I'm bothering you these days," Jiang Zhen signaled the nurse to bring the snow clam directly to Jiang Xiaoqi, she didn't understand what her son was frowning this night.

Jiang Xiaoqi has the face of a male star, and there is no girl in her twenties who does not want to be close to him. The little nurse arranged the snow clams for him, adjusted the spoon to a convenient angle, and then went to help Jiang Zhen pack the odds and ends.

From the bottom of his heart, Jiang Zhen hopes that his son will find an ordinary girl who can live a stable life. The reason why most people choose to marry and have children step by step shows that this way of life can stand the test of time The optimal path, the easiest approach to happiness.

It's just that the son was staring at the computer without even rolling his eyelids at the girl, and maybe he didn't even notice that there was an extra person in the room.

It wasn't until the phone rang that Jiang Xiaoqi left the computer and walked aside to answer it. It was Zhou Wei.

The little nurse was used to avoiding other people's privacy, so she left quickly.

Recently, on weekends, I often visit Jiang Xiaoqi’s Dan University’s apartment, nominally as tutoring, but in fact it’s just to eat and sit on the sofa.

Zhou Chen managed to find an expert who could subdue his family's demon Jinsun, and let Zhou Wei go back to school obediently. He felt that even if Zhou Wei couldn't get close to Zhu Zhechi, it would be better to dye a layer of red skin than to hang out with Pei Qin every day .

The Pei family at least has a capable Pei Chuan, and the father and son in his family are out of tune with each other.

For some unknown reason, Jiang Xiaoteng actually supported Jiang Xiaoqi's contact with the Zhou family, and was not worried that he would be black if he was close to ink.

To put it in his elder brother's tone, it is that Jiang Xiaoqi's rigorous discipline of architecture usually feels too rigid to others, and his seniority is one level higher in the circle of his peers, and the younger generation would not dare to get too close to him for joking. , Just take advantage of Zhou Wei's popularity to make more friends.

Therefore, buying and selling are consensual, like a marriage of a big family, Zhou Wei's harassment of him is justified.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Xiaoqi put one hand in his pocket, lowered his head and asked on the phone, his voice was as soft as a whisper.

Jiang Zhen looked up at his son, he rarely answered the phone in such a casual tone, without greeting or address.

At that time, Zhou Wei was sitting on the steps in front of his house reciting "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind", shrinking his shoulders and getting colder as he recited it, as if he was reading an autobiography specially written for him by the ancients.

"Seventh Brother, I'm hungry."

Jiang Xiaoqi checked the time, it was an hour late, and this guy was actually hungry waiting for him to feed him.

"Didn't you bring canned food today?" Cat canned food, Huahua will definitely have extra meals when Zhou comes, and there may be dead birds and rats at his door the next morning.

Jiang Xiaoqi teased him with a smile in his voice.

Zhou Wei may starve to death, only the repeat function is left: "Seventh brother, hungry."

In fact, Zhou Wei is much easier to raise than Jiang Xiaoqi imagined. Although he is habitually picky about everything, he can eat everything after picking.

Jiang Xiaoqi probably guessed that his stomach was not good, so he had something easy to digest for dinner, anyway, he was not afraid of lack of nutrition during the week, Yingtai's buffet was famously rich.

"I'm in the hospital, and my mother will be discharged tomorrow." Jiang Xiaoqi told the truth: "Tomorrow I will send her back to Bitan, take the plane in the morning, and come back on Sunday night."

Zhou Wei seems to be forced to restart, cheer up and can't hide the loss: "Oh, then you can accompany Auntie, I will go to Jiehui to eat pimple soup. I will take you to the airport tomorrow?"

As an apprentice, he has not yet left his master, and the master has the responsibility to send the Buddha to the West.

Jiang Xiaoqi remained silent, Zhou Wei thought that his Koenigsegg was too eye-catching and could only seat two people, so he added: "I drive Pei Qin's SUV, which is low-key and can carry things."

"Flight at ten past seven, can you get up?"

Sure enough, Zhou Wei paused with a stomachache, and replied confidently, "Of course, maybe I wasn't asleep at that time!"

"I'm going home now, it will take about four to ten minutes." Jiang Xiaoqi vaguely gave an option, which means he can wait.

"did you eat?"

"Here to eat with my mother."

Zhou Wei didn't say anything and hung up the phone.

Jiang Zhen looked at his son with bent eyes, and asked, "Tomorrow, will I be able to see your daughter-in-law who saved money to buy flowers?"

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Jiang Xiaoqi arrived at the Dan University apartment about four or ten minutes later. As soon as the elevator door opened, he saw a person sitting on the steps of the stairs diagonally opposite him. He was wearing a strong English and Thai school uniform, with a slender neck poking out from the collar. When he came out, he lowered his head slightly, his face was almost buried in a plastic takeaway box bigger than his head.

Zhou Wei was holding a pimple soup packed back from Jiehui, and while keeping warm, he put it into his mouth with a small plastic spoon, puffed up his cheeks to cool him down, and his face was fumigated by the dense steam.

Hearing the sound of the elevator behind him, he looked back with a mouthful of soup in his mouth, his lips were hot and red, and his eyes were bent: "You said you ate it, so I didn't wait for you."

Jiang Xiaoqi looked stunned, and took out the key to open the door.

He couldn't imagine that the young master of the Zhou family, who drove tens of millions of sports cars, squatted in the corridor of his house in the cold night, sipping sixteen servings of pimple soup. The crown world Moyu in the clump.

Zhou Wei showed off to him with the pimple soup: "It's filled with chopped kimchi pickled by the proprietress." The radish and celery are both delicious, sweet and sour, and appetizing for dinner.

Probably because Zhou Wei was afraid that those bastards would cause trouble later, so he asked the group to say hello. Qin Huijie was worried for a few days and found that everything was safe. After seeing Zhou Wei's patronage, he chased after him to refund his 1 yuan. money reparations.

Zhou Wei refused to accept it, so Qin Huijie gave him a free order. If it was converted into pimple soup, he would probably be able to drink half of his life for free.

"You guys eat lobster for lunch at school, so you don't have the money to make a coat?" Why freeze like a dog, Jiang Xiaoqi himself is so strong, and in the past two days to catch up with the cooling, he has changed into a soft shell jacket with fleece.

Of course Yingtai has a coat, and it is a sheep wool coat. I just don’t know which ribs the designer made wrong. They used turmeric, which is the same as crimson red as the logo color of Yingtai Lejin. It looks good alone, and it can be used together as a school badge It's still barely okay, wearing a large piece on the body is like an old tomato scrambled egg.

Furthermore, most of Yingtai's students are picked up by car. If there is a little bit of smog or rain and snow, the physical education class is moved under the glass dome with fresh air. It is superfluous to wear a coat if you can't look handsome.

Zhou Wei: "Yes, ugly."

Jiang Xiaoqi: Frozen to death deserves it.

He turned sideways to let Zhou Wei enter the house. The municipal heating was still a few days away from starting, but the apartment's self-heating could be turned on whenever he wanted. Jiang Xiaoqi pressed the panel to increase the room temperature.

Zhou Wei held the large lunch box of pimple soup in one hand, and kicked on the leather shoes while holding the porch cabinet with the other. Just as he kicked off halfway, he suddenly remembered something, pushed the lunch box into Jiang Xiaoqi's arms, stepped on the shoes again and ran out: "It's gone!" something."

Jiang Xiaoqi watched him jump down the steps and retrieve a rectangular flat package with a leather seal from the corridor. It seemed that it was not light. He held it in both hands and quickly dragged it to the ground.

I really don't know how his car, which can only accommodate two people and whose front trunk is not much bigger than a box of building blocks, was able to transport such a big thing.

"what is this?"

"For you." Zhou Wei leaned it against the shoe cabinet and stood it up, then quickly kicked off the leather shoes and took back the lunch box, jumped up to the sofa and nestled up to drink: "Take it apart and have a look——"

Jiang Xiaoqi took off his coat and hung it up, squatted down to remove the kraft paper that was wrapped in the outer layer, this was obviously not the careful packaging of the gift, it was just for protection, he touched the hard wooden frame inside, and probably guessed what it was.

"Did you draw it?"

The well-framed oil painting at half-person height was stripped out, leaning against the pile of crumpled paper, illuminated from top to bottom by the warm yellow spotlights in the foyer, and the extremely textured paint softened the fur-like luster.

It was a galloping horse on the prairie, with a strong body and limbs, well-proportioned muscles, shiny fur, and a galloping posture that was free and unrestrained.

Jiang Xiaoqi can tell that this is an oil painting, but the color and painting method are more like Chinese ink painting. Even including the wind-swept pasture, there are only excessive shades between black, white, brown and gray, and the brushstrokes are also freehand. , there are no too clear and delicate details, but whether it is the phantom of the flying mane or the flying grass clippings of the horse's hooves, they all bring out the dynamics, as if the horse should get out of the frame in the next second.

"Yeah." Zhou Wei went to ride a horse that day, and besides taking Zhou Lei to relax, he also enjoyed admiring the galloping horse for a while. At that time, he had the idea of ​​going home to draw a picture, but he was thrown and forgot about it.

He crossed his legs and looked around on the sofa: "I always feel that there is something missing in your room. It might be better to hang a picture..."

He saw Jiang Xiaoqi staring at the painting for a long time without saying a word, his back as heavy as a stone tower, thinking that he didn't like it.

"Then what, don't you like to eat grass? If I hadn't seen you fight, maybe I would draw a sheep... or a deer?"

Jiang Xiaoqi still didn't move or speak.

Zhou Wei thought about the relationship between him and the horse, and said with a guilty conscience, "I... definitely didn't draw this to satirize you!"

He really just felt that Jiang Xiaoqi looked like an untamed horse.

The author has something to say:

so innocent……