The river is about to burn the mountain

September enters autumn, and the golden wind is brisk.

The three groups were temporarily transferred to City A because of the joint operation, while Ji Qiuhan was directly taken into Jiang Zhan...Jiang Zhai.

The Jiang residence occupies a much larger area than the Banyan Terrace, basically equivalent to a private Chinese garden.

White walls and black tiles, pavilions and bridges.It is hard to imagine how much manpower and financial resources the builders of the garden spent to restore such an ancient garden almost perfectly.

Through the winding and quiet corridor, you can smell the aura and romance of the hostess everywhere.

"The flowers and trees here are all my aunt's favorite. When the flowers bloom, the garden is full of fragrance. Brother Ji, you haven't gone to the back mountain yet. There is still a large peach grove there, and it is now the time to bear fruit."

"Auntie is very careful." The tall trees shade the scorching sun, and the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River can be seen in every scene. "It's true, it's beautiful to live here."

Yi Qian looked at his expression and smiled: "Ji Ge wants to say that living here is like living in a tourist attraction?"

Under the carved corridor, two young people strolled in such an ancient and mellow house, as if they were in the wrong dynasty in a trance.

"This garden was also built by Uncle Jiang for Auntie. It was rebuilt one by one according to the Qing Garden in Quzhou. The design alone took eight months."

It turned out to be full of affection.

"It seems that Uncle and Aunt have a very good relationship," but, in such a big garden, there seems to be no one else except them and the servants.

"I heard from Jiang Zhan that he still has a sister, uncle and aunt, don't they live here anymore?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yi Qian's footsteps paused for a moment.

"Well, there was an accident 13 years ago. My aunt passed away, and Uncle Jiang... Then my eldest sister went to England and rarely came back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a little maid suddenly appeared at the corner of the front corridor, walking hurriedly, bumped into Yi Qian head-on, and the hot tea in the tray spilled all over the two of them.

"Ah! I'm sorry Qian Shao! I'm sorry! I didn't see...!"

"It's okay, give me these, I'll send them over in a while, you go and change your clothes first."

Yi Qian comforted him, took the tray over, and Ji Qiuhan noticed something was wrong, he grabbed Yi Qian's elbow: "What's wrong with your arm?"

Being caught at the wound, Yi Qian grinned and gasped, and hurriedly walked along with Ji Qiuhan's force: "Brother Ji! ... It hurts." Looking again, the black shirt above the elbow was soaked.

"What happened? Go, go back first."

"...It's nothing, just a small injury." The wound in Myanmar hadn't been stitched a few days ago, and he was busy recently, so the wound was not deep.Yi Qian tore off his tie casually, as if to respond first. "Brother Ji, you go to find brother first, I'll go back and deal with it." He thought about it and added: "...can you not tell brother?"

Before Ji Qiuhan could speak, he heard a familiar voice behind the two of them.

"Don't tell me what?"

The wound on the outside of the arm was inflicted with a dagger, and the wound became inflamed because it was not sutured in time. When the skin was opened, it was scarlet and hot, and even the surrounding skin was swollen and hot.

Wei Wei who rushed over took turns to wash and debride the wound, and Yi Qian was already sweating from the pain.When he was about to suture and receive local anesthesia, Jiang Zhan on the side said calmly: "He is modest and able to stand up. If he wants any anesthesia, just sew it up."

Yi Qian's heart felt cold at the moment. If he knew that he should have had his stitches done in Myanmar last week, why did he procrastinate, and now he is procrastinating in front of his brother? Isn't this courting death?

"Ah? Brother Jiang..." Dr. Wei's eyes widened. Such a long cut, wouldn't it hurt to death if he just sewed it up?I had no choice but to turn my small eyes to another big man in this house.

Ji Qiuhan stood next to Jiang Zhan, and frowned when he heard that sentence: "Jiang Zhan,"

The needle was sewed stiffly, hooked into the flesh, pulled the thread and then threaded out. Almost halfway through, the young man on the bed gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Ji Qiuhan's face was so gloomy that he simply interrupted: "Don't sew it up, put on the anesthetic and then sew up."

Wei Wei cautiously went to see Brother Jiang, and found that Jiang Zhan hadn't spoken, so he quickly carried out the pardon issued by the second boss.

That night, Ji Qiuhan pushed open the door of the study room, and saw Yi Qian kneeling facing the wall as expected.

Hearing the sound of the door, he was a young man after all, and his appearance of being punished was completely ignored. Yi Qian's ears turned red, and Ji Qiuhan looked away.

"I just finished being abused by you in the afternoon, can you punish him for two days' rest?"

Jiang Zhan took the Chinese medicine in his hand and took two sips. "Now he has you as his back."

There was dissatisfaction in his tone, and Ji Qiuhan could of course hear it.Jiang Zhan's temper is like that. If he wants to punish him, no matter how harsh the punishment is, he doesn't like other people's interference.

"Okay, dear, you go back to the bedroom and wait for me."

Ji Qiuhan heard it in disbelief: "What? Kneeling for an afternoon is not enough and you still want to beat someone?"

Jiang Zhan said, "Go back to the bedroom first."

Ji Qiuhan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and took his cup away. "If you don't come back for an hour, don't come back tonight."

The next few days were extremely busy. Ji Qiuhan's three teams formed a temporary investigation team with the police from various districts in City A. He was appointed as the deputy team leader. He was in charge of the case of four consecutive crimes committed in City A and City S. bar murder.

"It was them who moved first."

When he arrived at the police station in the jurisdiction of one of the victims, a teenager's voice broke into his ears.

The policeman next to him followed his gaze, and raised his chin knowingly: "You didn't know when you came here, you can't offend that kid behind his back, he came here once last time, just after the fight, I don't know what happened this time... "

Ji Qiuhan pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he walked over, just in time to hear a policeman talking.

"Well, Young Master Jiang, I understand everything clearly. They were the ones who harassed your friends with rude words. Miss Jiang also called just now. Why don't you go upstairs and wait?"

The young man received special treatment. The group of people who fought with him squatted in a row, but he sat on a bench beside him, under the incandescent light, the lines of his shoulders and arms were full of vitality.

Huang Mao, who took the lead in molesting, was anxious when he heard it: "Why?! Brother policeman, you can't do things like this?! Then forget about the injury on my face?!"

"shut up!"

Huang Mao was startled by the scolding, and squatted back in a muffled voice.The captain who usually drank to them nods and bows to this young man. I'm afraid he offended the stubble this time, right?

"Don't cry." Jiang Zhou took off his coat to the terrified Bai Lili beside him.

He was also upset, he shouldn't have returned to his country to agree to play, and it was only the third show, and he got into two rounds, and the elder sister had already lost his temper with him on the phone just now.

"I see you pestering her again..." The boy viciously made a gesture of raising his hand and dropping his knife at Huangmao and the others.

After speaking, Jiang Zhou got up to leave when the cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly. He didn't know if the string of flashing caller IDs scared him, but he didn't grab the cell phone.

It fell to the floor with a thud, buzzing and vibrating.

Jiang Zhou bent down to pick it up, but suddenly the neat trouser legs appeared in his sight, and someone took a step ahead of him.

The policeman in front of him took his mobile phone, looked at the caller number with a little doubt, and glanced at him with a little doubt.

But the policeman has already connected.

"Hello, Jiang Zhan?"