The river is about to burn the mountain

A few days later, in the early morning, Jiang Zhou, who had been outside as a "vagrant boy chasing dreams", came back.

Since the last few super-level cooperation and performances with Zhen Haichao and the others at the music festival, the Snowheart band has really become popular in the small circle, and they have also been invited to participate in several small music festivals, large and small. For the performance, several music record companies offered him the olive branch of signing.

But Jiang Zhou refused. He also came back this time to pack his luggage and prepare to go to school.

He had asked for leave for the opening ceremony of the Boston school, and this time he couldn't delay it. As for whether to study finance or music in college, the eldest lady loved her younger brother and followed him to read the arrangement that she was thinking of.He is also about to start a new university life in the top modern music school in the United States.

Jiang Zhou was very clean when he came in, a light white padded jacket with washed blue jeans, and God knows that when he just got off the subway four or 10 minutes ago, he was still wearing Vivienne Westwood's punk rock rebellious style.

But now, the fashion item that Jiang Zhan would probably frowned and reprimanded for "putting on clothes before coming in" was replaced in advance and put into his backpack.After all, I'm leaving today, so it's better to live a more peaceful life.

Winter is approaching, and the temperature outside in the morning is already very low. Jiang Zhou walked up again without a car, and the cool wind from the gloomy mountains and forests rushed into the gaps between his sleeves and trousers along the way. Looking up, I saw a kitten napping lazily in the middle of the carpet.

Jiang Zhou was surprised, the Jiang family never had any pets, and when his father was around, he would even eat his own children's jealousy, let alone let his mother pay any attention to any other creatures.

Jiang Zhan and Ji Qiuhan were having breakfast in the restaurant, and Yi Qian was also there. He was not so delicate, and he returned to work after half of his injury was healed. He called Jiang Zhou over to have dinner together.

Jiang Zhou picked up the kitten, called Brother Ji and Brother Ji, and sat next to Yi Qian, while the servant set out new tableware.

"Brother Qian, when did you raise a kitten?"

Yi Qian stretched out his fingers to scratch the kitten's chin in Jiang Zhou's arms. The kitten was very close to him, and he lowered his head coquettishly and rubbed it: "I just raised it recently,"

The whole body of the kitten is fluffy and white, only two small milky orange ears stand up and move slightly with the shaking, and the eyes are wet. Even Jiang Zhou, a cosmic straight man, couldn't help but rub it twice more.

"What breed is this? Okay..."

Before Yi Qian could speak, Jiang Zhan, who was sitting in the main seat, glanced over and snorted coldly: "I don't know which garbage dump I picked it up, it's an ugly breed."

Jiang Zhou: "..." The words in his mouth were so cute and he swallowed them back.

Jiang Zhou touched the cat, it seems that his brother is not very cute this one..., yes, just look at Brother Ji... I guess this cat is born cold and arrogant, lazy to lick its paws and then ignore people Kind of, his brother might be a little rarer...

However, Jiang Zhou found out that brother Qian beside him had quietly stretched out two fingers to cover the cat's two small ears, and said in a low voice, "Don't listen... we are super beautiful."

Jiang Zhou: "........."

He hadn't had breakfast when he came, and now he was a little hungry, so he put the cat down. Who knew that the kitten jumped on his lap and jumped onto the dining table when it got out of his hands.

It shook its white and rolling body, and crawled straight to Jiang Zhan's direction, then unceremoniously rolled on the table, curled up next to Jiang Zhan's warm soup bowl, and meowed comfortably.

Jiang Zhou thinks it might be a hardcore gangster cat in lamb's skin,

"Uh..., did the kitten have a name?"

Yi Qian also felt that this cat was too bold, there were four people sitting at the dining table, and it only picked on the big boss who didn't like it the most.

"...Not yet, do you have a good suggestion?"

Jiang Zhan poked the kitten nestled next to his bowl with his chopsticks. Since the weather was cold, this little thing was here to keep warm. Jiang Zhan grabbed one of its small ears and dragged it away a little: "What else is it called? The Clown" Got it."

"Tsk, you won't get up, can you stop making trouble?"

Ji Qiuhan didn't hide his disgusted eyes at all, and the kitten meowed unsatisfied with being forced to turn on the heater.

Ji Qiuhan picked up the kitten from Jiang Zhan's hands and handed it to Yi Qian who had long been distressed: "I think you were calling it yesterday, have you already thought about it?"

Yi Qian looked at Ji Ge with grateful eyes, he took the kitten, lovingly touched the small orange ears to the soft fur back, and said softly: "Well..., I have thought about one, Ji Ge , its two ears are so special in color... why not call it Erhua?"

"Cough--!! Cough cough...??!"

Jiang Zhou couldn't swallow a mouthful of soy milk and choked it up his nose.

Erhua? ? ?May I ask which village head field picked up this name in a bad dictionary?

Even Ji Qiuhan's expression was a little weird.

Yi Qian asked: "...Is it not pleasant?"

Jiang Zhou wiped the soy milk from his mouth, and said euphemistically, "Cough,...it's not, it's Brother Qian..., don't you think the name Erhua is a bit...?..."

It's a little out of character for you.

Yi Qian: "Huh? I think it sounds nice, and it's a girl,... What do you think, bro?"

Jiang Zhan put down the bowl: "Not bad."

Jiang Zhou: "..."

Ji Qiuhan: "..."

Sure enough, Ji Qiuhan was much calmer, "...OK, you can call him whatever you want."

It could be seen that he might really want to yell to save face, but in the end he didn't yell, and went to eat the egg Jiang Zhan peeled for him.

Jiang Zhou looked at this kitten with some sympathy, which in his opinion should at least be called Louise, Nana, Saline, etc., just like that. Human zone, how to let it integrate into friends in the future.

After breakfast at eight o'clock, Jiang Zhou went upstairs to pack his luggage. Before Jiang Zhan went out, he saw Ji Qiuhan who was on the sofa in the living room with three notebooks open: "Why don't you go to the study?"

Jiang Zhan said: "The coffee table is too low, it's not good for the waist, go up and look."

Ji Qiuhan rubbed his neck: "It's just a little short of content, I'm a bit full after eating, I want to go for a walk in the garden to digest food."

"How much did you eat,"

Ji Qiuhan stopped what he was doing, put on his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked up at the brash someone.

"A whole bowl of shrimp porridge, six steamed dumplings, two whole pieces of brown sugar steamed cake,"

He continued to complain: "And I said I couldn't eat any more, and you forced me a boiled egg."

Jiang Zhan coughed: "So good today?...You're too thin... By the way, won't people from your team come here today?"

"Come, but it may be later, Fang Bin and the others have a meeting in the morning, and they can only come after 10:30..."

Ji Qiuhan reached out and grabbed Jiang Zhan behind the sofa: "I ate so much in the morning, so..."

"no,"

Jiang Zhan seemed to guess what he wanted to say, "No matter how busy you are, you have to eat at twelve o'clock. You can eat less, but you are not allowed to push back. Your stomach has not been well maintained because you used to eat too irregularly. If you still have If the matter is not resolved, just leave them together, and you can just tell the servant."

Ji Qiuhan didn't let go, he raised his head and said consciously and sincerely: "...just an hour late?"

Jiang Zhan leaned over and kissed his face, "Not even a minute late, I'll ask Aunt Qin to tell me, if it's late..."

Ji Qiuhan probably knew what Jiang Zhan was going to say later, he hastily said, "Okay, I got it, I got it,"

He didn't achieve his goal, and he even shook off his lover's hand altogether.

Jiang Zhan laughed: "I'm going to city B at noon and I won't be able to come back...you are at home..."

"Eat well at home and listen to the doctor's instructions. The examination data will be sent to you in time. If you go out, tell Fang Bei or Xiang Nan."

Ji Qiuhan waved his hand and couldn't help urging him: "I can already memorize Mr. Jiang's daily clauses. Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. I signed it. Let's go."

Probably Ji Qiuhan was the first person to urge Jiang Zhan to leave.

At the door, Jiang Zhan had just gotten into the car, and the car hadn't started yet. In the rearview mirror, Jiang Zhou was reflected in the rearview mirror, dragging large and small pieces of luggage, bumping out.

It's not that there is no servant to help him take it, but Jiang Zhou didn't say anything, and the servants at the door all tacitly lowered their heads and pretended not to see it. After all, no one wants to treat this young master who has been in England all year round when Jiang Zhan is still there. Displayed as "too aggressive".

Jiang Zhou's own clothes and daily necessities are not many in Jiang's house, and even a twenty-inch box can't be filled.But the black half-person-high piano case was carried on his back, and two toolboxes containing tuning equipment were carried in both hands, which were heavy and heavy, and his fingers were red with cold at the end.

Jiang Zhan glanced at the car window and didn't care, and ordered Yi Qian to drive, but at this moment, Jiang Zhou just put down his luggage to catch his breath, and he raised his head, as if looking this way.

The black Bentley's window glass cannot see the inside from the outside, but from Jiang Zhan's perspective, it is right in Jiang Zhou's eyes.

I don't know what I remembered, Jiang Zhan in the car clicked his tongue irritably, the window was lowered immediately, and he said, "Jiang Zhou, come here."