Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

Jiang Qiao has not yet determined the exact time to return to China, but what he didn't expect was that Fa Xiaoxi Tong had already arrived, and said to come to pick him up, so Jiang Qiao had to rush to finish the last thing-to fulfill Lan Zhu's last wish.

"I send you."

Jiang Qiao stood up holding the urn, "I'm in trouble."

Tang Mufan reached for the car keys, but saw a shadow cast into the room.

Xi Tong stood at the door and knocked on the door gentlemanly.

"Ok?"

Tang Mufan stopped holding the key, and Jiang Qiao remembered.

"By the way, Xi Tong sent me off."

Tang Mufan had no choice but to draw a circle with his hand still in the air, scratching the back of his head.

"Ah."

Jiang Qiao didn't know what was wrong, but felt that the current scene was extremely embarrassing.

Xi Tong asked him: "Is there anything else that needs to be taken away?"

This means that if you leave, you will not come back.

Jiang Qiao thought about it carefully, he really didn't have anything else to take away, but he couldn't move his feet.

Milk rushed up with his mobile phone.

"Ms. Jiang, add a WeChat account! It's convenient to ask for an autograph later."

Jiang Qiao took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code with him, and joked, "You don't want it now?"

"I still can't starve to death now, and when I am about to starve to death, I will come to ask for your autograph and sell it."

Jiang Qiao was so angry that he vomited blood, thinking that you are really upright, and you don't even bother to give even a little bit of respect.However, he was still very grateful for Milk's move, which made him finally understand that it wasn't that he didn't take anything away, but he forgot to leave some things behind.

If you want to talk about milk, you are really good at it.

"boarding?"

Xi Tong bent down and opened the passenger door for Jiang Qiao, and at the same time, Milk opened the door of the back seat, and squeezed Tang Mufan who was parked at the intersection in a daze.

"Little boy, give us a ride to wash the dishes."

Xi Tong glanced at the rearview mirror, his eyes slightly curved with a smile: "Aqiao is a young master, since he was a child, he stretched out his clothes for food and opened his mouth. Please take care of me during this time."

Milk said: "It's okay, the main reason is that our boss is good at cooking."

Tang Mufan didn't give a face, Rock Kugai didn't want to have anything to do with cooking.

Jiang Qiao didn't say a word. He revisited his old place, and his emotions surged.

The car drove back to the riverside where he and Tang Mufan met for the first time. He was very familiar with that road. Every time he came here, he would come here for a run with Lanzhu. It has such bleak times.

The bar street opposite was not open.

Xi Tong said: "Although you don't want to argue with him, I don't think you can let him live the rest of his life too comfortably."

Jiang Qiao said, "Thank you."

Milk and Tang Mufan were beside the car, looking at the two figures standing side by side.

Xi Tong was wearing a three-piece suit, and he had the air of an elite of the upper class.

Milk elbow touched Tang Mufan.

"Boss, you said that this kind of suit doesn't have any logo on the outside, and it looks similar. Why do some people wear it like an agent, and some people wear it like a president?"

Tang Mufan, with a cigarette in his mouth, didn't answer his doubts, but pouted his chin towards the opposite street.

"what happened?"

"Well, it seems to have been reported. You know that this kind of place is not very clean. Once the report is accurate, it depends on how the people above deal with it." Milk also lit a cigarette, "Hey, so if you have money, you are a cow." Forced, people directly closed the store, we just smashed a few pieces of glass, and lost our jobs after smashing."

Tang Mufan didn't say anything, but kept his eyes on Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao was originally wearing the shirt he brought out from the hotel, but because of the cold, Xi Tong gave him a black coat when he got out of the car, which made his figure even more slender and neat.

"Crack."

Milk held up his phone and took a picture of his frontal face, Tang Mufan's profile and Jiang Qiao's back in the distance.

His face in the camera is naturally beautiful. Unexpectedly, Tang Mufan's denim jacket and Jiang Qiao's black windbreaker, under the natural filter of the setting sun, collide with a different kind of harmonious taste.

"what."

Milk originally wanted to tell Tang Mufan about this wonderful discovery, but saw Tang Mufan take two steps forward.

"Maybe it's because I didn't witness his death. When I arrived, he had already turned into such a cold box. In fact, I wasn't particularly sad at first, or I could say that the emotions of bewilderment and helplessness temporarily disappeared. Suppressing the grief." Jiang Qiao actually didn't know what he wanted to say, he just wanted to express that he was strong, but he didn't mean that in the last words.

Xi Tong reached out to stop his shoulders, and hugged him very lightly in his arms: "I don't know how to comfort you, I can only say something meaningless but very reasonable, the dead rest in peace, and the living are strong. "

Jiang Qiao smiled helplessly and pushed him away.

"I'm not strong anymore."

Only then did he see Tang Mufan approaching at some point, the boy's face was as expressionless as ever, but his words were very gentle.

"When great grief hits, people don't react immediately. This kind of pain is long and long-lasting. It may be a year, or it may be ten years. But it's not a big deal. It's just a reminder that you have a A good friend and a good teacher live in your heart and you just don’t want to leave.”

Jiang Qiao looked at him, his always dry eyes suddenly filled with tears, hot tears slipped from the corner of his eyes.

"Thank you."

It turns out that pain can also be tender.

Tang Mufan raised his hand halfway, but remembered that he didn't bring a tissue, so he could only watch Xi Tong take out the handkerchief and hand it to Jiang Qiao, while he raised his hand and stayed in the air awkwardly, and could only circle around to scratch the back of his head.