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Jiang Xun stretched out his arms, his sleeves were rolled up high, and Duan Yanzhe held his forearm in his hand. Duan Yanzhe pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and his expression was a little serious.

After painting his fingers, he pressed Jiang Xun's elbow gently, and Jiang Xun gasped and shivered.

"Pain?" Duan Yanzhe immediately raised his eyelids to look at him, "Bone pain or flesh pain."

"...I don't know." Jiang Xun turned his face away, facing the window, "Hurry up and finish painting."

Duan Yanzhe couldn't see his expression, but only saw the shallow meridians on his arm, maybe he touched a thicker blood vessel, and felt his skin pulsating non-stop.

Duan Yanzhe kept silent, turned up the heating, concentrated on painting the bleeding piece of flesh, and carefully put down his shirt.

He also looked out the window. There was no one on the road. He was silent for a while and said, "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

Jiang Xun shook his head lightly.

Duan Yanzhe took out one and lit it, took two puffs, and suddenly heard Jiang Xun say, "Give me one too, okay?"

Duan Yanzhe looked at his neat shirt collar and hair, no matter how he looked, he was a good student without any bad habits, he was quite surprised: "Will you?"

Jiang Xun looked indifferent, and stretched out his arms danglingly: "Is there anything wrong with it, just smoke it."

"..." Duan Yanzhe turned on the lighter, and saw Jiang Xun approaching with a cigarette in his mouth. He was a very handsome young man with fair skin and tight face.

Duan Yanzhe couldn't help but said, "Do you look like your father, your mother, or neither, so let yourself be free?"

Jiang Xun took a puff, and the smoke came out of his nose, which made him cough twice, and his voice became thicker: "My mother."

Duan Yanzhe said bluntly: "Then your mother should be a great beauty."

"..." Jiang Xun looked over in a daze, but immediately recovered, "Well, but she is dead."

Now it was Duan Yanzhe's turn to be surprised. He was about to speak when the phone rang.

Duan Yanzhe connected, Ye Tingyi's voice came from over there: "Where are you crazy again, do you know what time it is?"

Duan Yanzhe seemed to be in a bad mood when she heard her calm voice. Ye Tingyi continued without waiting for him to speak, "Can you calm down and avoid going to those places, don't think I don't know you What are you doing, is it interesting to hang out with some ignorant people all day long?"

Duan Yanzhe pushed the cigarette to one side of his mouth with his tongue: "Liao Xue is making a small report with you again?"

"..." Ye Tingyi didn't know what his words hit, she said in a serious tone, "Yanzhe, what is snitching? He cares about you, so don't be so childish."

"I'm naive?" Duan Yanzhe couldn't help but sneered, "Okay, since I'm so naive, you can tell the mature Liao Xue that she should stop calling me, because it's annoying."

"You—" Ye Tingyi also heard that he was really angry, subtly relieved, and sighed: "Even if you are half of your brother, I won't chase after your ass every day to worry about it. "

Duan Yanzhe still sneered, and said sharply: "When our family needs Duan Xingyue's flattery and Qu Cong's flattery, you can see how he behaves, and it's not too late to say this."

Originally, there was a tacit understanding between the Duan family members, whoever was angry, the other party would show weakness a little, leaving room for a real quarrel, but this time Duan Yanzhe was aggressive, obviously breaking this tacit understanding.

Ye Tingyi paused: "Are you going to quarrel with your mother?"

"..." Duan Yanzhe felt his distance, and fell silent in embarrassment, and said for a long time: "If I didn't say anything, go to sleep first, and we will talk tomorrow."

He hung up the phone, his expression remained unchanged, he just smoked silently, but the atmosphere took a turn for the worse, Jiang Xun didn't say a word, he vaguely remembered that he hadn't moved a word of his homework.

Duan Yanzhe quickly finished one, only to realize that Jiang Xun was still by his side, looked sideways at him, and found that he had only smoked half.

He held the smoke neatly, if it wasn't for spit out the smoke occasionally, it would be like holding a lollipop.

Duan Yanzhe felt that his hair was soft, and half of his face looked soft under the light. He didn't know how much he had listened to the conversation just now. He wanted to save the scene from the sudden coldness, so he said jokingly: "Will you not comfort me?"

Jiang Xun turned to look at him: "What?"

Duan Yanzhe pretended to curl his lips: "Bai saved you twice."

"..." Jiang Xun opened his mouth and moved it, as if facing an unsolvable problem.

Duan Yanzhe let go of his joke and didn't take it to heart. He started the car and started to drive. When he started the car, he heard Jiang Xun's voice, "How can I comfort you? Tell me, I can try."

It's not that he can't comfort people, it's just that he doesn't know anything and can't comfort people.

His expression was extremely serious, and he even turned sideways in Duan Yanzhe's direction. Duan Yanzhe felt that he really shouldn't tease such a serious young man, and scratched the bridge of his nose like a cover-up: "Well, I owe you first, I will need it in the future When the time comes, you will comfort me again."

Jiang Xun said solemnly: "Yes."

Finally, Duan Yanzhe took Jiang Xun to a small apartment near his law firm.

This house originally belonged to Duan Xingyue, because when Duan Yanzhe went to school in the United States, he had already worked in Mansi, and sometimes he didn't go home at night, so he could come here to rest for a while, at least he could take a bath and sleep in a bed, which was better than staying overnight in the institute .

Later he got married and lived not too far from the law firm, and Duan Yanzhe happened to return to China, so the house naturally fell into Duan Yanzhe's hands.

Duan Yanzhe has basically never been here before, and when he opened the door, the cloth covering the furniture was covered with a layer of dust, and there was an uninhabited earthy smell in the air, which he didn't seem to notice. Suddenly, the whole house seemed to be swept by a sandstorm.

Jiang Xun stood at the door: "..."

"Come in, just step on it." Duan Yanzhe said, he had already taken off his coat, hung it on the hanger, and fell down on the sofa, pointing to the empty space next to him with his knee, "Sit, you're welcome."

Jiang Xun put down his schoolbag, took out his cell phone and looked at it, there were several missed calls from Jiang Shaoan on it, he thought for a moment, and finally replied one: I'm at a classmate's house, I'm going to bed already.

As soon as he finished sending, the phone rang, it was Jiang Shaoan.

"Your parents?" Duan Yanzhe looked over.

"Yeah." Jiang Xun held the phone and didn't move.

"Go on, your parents must be in a hurry." Duan Yanzhe pouted his chin at him, "If you have emotions, you have to play them in a relaxed manner to be more cute."

Jiang Xun took the phone and walked to the windowsill: "Hey, Dad..."

Hearing his voice, Jiang Shao'an first sighed, and then became furious: "Which classmate's house are you at? Do you want Dad to come pick you up now?"

"No, I'm at Zheng Hang's house and I'm already going to sleep."

"...Then dad will pick you up from school tomorrow."

"Father..." Jiang Xun took a deep breath, "How much money did you give Ding Haoyi? Do you want to come back?"

There was an awkward silence over there, and after a while Jiang Shaoan said wearily: "Almost...all, including the deposit for the purchase."

"...Then did you buy it?"

"No." Jiang Shaoan's voice was low enough to disappear, "But Xiao Xun, don't worry, Dad will find a way to get the money back."

"Why? Did other people who invested money want it?"

"... some are not wanted, some... Dad doesn't know yet." Jiang Shaoan seemed to be afraid that he would continue to ask, and said with a final word, "Okay, Dad won't disturb your rest, go to sleep quickly."

The phone call ended in a hurry, and after hanging up, Jiang Xun stared out of the window in a daze.

This place is located in the bustling area of ​​S City, and there are many buildings that Jiang Xun is familiar with. He was born here and grew up here, but at this moment he feels that he does not know this city. These towering tall buildings that carry his memories, Maybe it will all collapse in the next moment, as if crushing him.

Jiang Xun turned around and walked into the living room, only to find that Duan Yanzhe had changed his posture, typing on the sofa with his notebook in his arms.

Duan Yanzhe felt his gaze and raised his head: "Finished? Go to the bathroom if you want to take a shower. I put my unopened underwear in the cabinet. You can wear whatever you like. It doesn't matter if you don't want to wash it. You have wounds on your body. You'd better not wash."

Jiang Xun looked at him: "What about you?"

"I still have papers to write."

"Do not sleep?"

"It depends."

Jiang Xun insisted on taking a bath, but he didn't sleep after washing. Instead, he took a broom and a dustpan to sweep the floating dirt on the floor. After sweeping, he found a rag to wipe the TV cabinet.

I don't know if his voice is soft, or Duan Yanzhe is too absorbed, he keeps typing with frown, like an old monk in meditation, and when the clock points to 01:30, he stretches his waist, and his eyes fall on the screen that is rubbing the wall. Jiang Xun of the doll in the closet.

"Why are you not sleeping yet?"

Jiang Xun turned his head, saw Duan Yanzhe walking in front of him, and said in surprise.

Jiang Xun felt a little embarrassed: "I can't sleep, so I just tidy up casually."

After hearing this, Duan Yanzhe took the doll from Jiang Xun's hand without saying anything, and pointed to the bedroom door: "It's late, go to bed." After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the sofa again.

"Lawyer Duan—" Jiang Xun couldn't help calling him.

"What's wrong?" Duan Yanzhe turned around and asked in doubt.

Jiang Xun's eyes were burning: "If there is corruption, will all property be confiscated?"

"If you don't check it out, it will all be frozen. If it is more than [-], you can confiscate it. If the circumstances are particularly serious, you will. What's wrong?"

Jiang Xun stared at him, and said for a while, "Oh, can other people's money be distinguished from the criminal's property?"

"..." Duan Yanzhe didn't understand why a high school student would ask such a question, but his little contact with Jiang Xun made him unable to regard him as an ordinary high school student.

Duan Yanzhe put the doll back in its original place and smiled: "Of course it can. Don't underestimate the procuratorate's investigative skills."

After Jiang Xun heard this, he still had no expression, not even the slightest bit of happiness.

He seemed to be troubled by this, and seemed bitter and bitter, but Duan Yanzhe didn't ask, just said: "Don't think about something, it's getting late, go to sleep."