You do not understand

On Wednesday, Jiang Xun finally appeared in the school, no different from him in the past, still talking about daily life with his classmates, occasionally with a smile on his face.

The few people sitting around were as if they had made an appointment. They never mentioned the situation of Jiang Xun's family, and he himself did not take the initiative to mention it. Make up for lost progress.

Another week passed without incident, and Shu Jingyao finally couldn't help but said, "Duan Yanzhe...has he ever looked for you?"

Jiang Xun was writing a physics problem, and couldn't help but pause: "What's wrong?"

Shu Jingyao said: "No? It's strange. Last time I talked about you at dinner, he stood up and left. His expression was serious. I thought he was looking for you."

"..."

"That's right, you don't know him well."

Jiang Xun wanted to explain, but his cell phone rang. He stood up and walked out of the classroom quickly, and walked to the end of the corridor: "Hello? Ah——Hello, Uncle Li, is my dad's product? He hasn't had time to enter it yet. The money... I took it for emergency treatment when he had a heart attack, how can I solve it..."

Jiang Xun smiled and said: "We still have some stationery in the store, if you don't mind, you can take them all."

The person at the other end didn't quite agree: "I want an office chair, you give me a bunch of odds and ends, what do I want here?"

"..."

"If you don't have desks and chairs, give me your money back. It is reasonable to charge liquidated damages from you, but Lao Jiang really can't blame anyone for this matter. You can give your stationery to others and give me the money. But it needs to be fast, preferably within three days, after all our new employees have come to report, so we can’t let people stand while working.”

Jiang Xun narrowed his eyes and stared out of the window: "I still have to go to school, I don't know when these stationery will be sold, so my dad's original car will arrive for you, Corolla, I just bought it last year, [-], it's relatively cheap Xin, your deposit of [-] yuan..."

Jiang Xun licked his chapped lips: "If you think it's okay, I'll sell you the car, and you can give me 1 yuan."

"...It's not a matter of paying with anything, but the car is indeed more useful than stationery, but it's still unlucky, what do you think? I think [-] is fine. If you don't want to, I'll wait to collect the deposit within three days .”

"Okay, that's fine. Fifty thousand is fifty thousand, but I'm afraid the transfer procedures are more troublesome. You can take it directly and take it easy."

The Spring Festival is coming soon, Duan Yanzhe has taken over a trademark registration, it is not too busy, recently Liao Xue miraculously did not come to him, so he is very relaxed.

Zheng Ruochen's brother-in-law successfully hooked up the little girl in the golf club and asked Duan Yanzhe to come out for dinner as a thank you. Duan Yanzhe happily went to the appointment, drank a few glasses of wine, and said, "Don't tell your sister-in-law that there is something about me here. , in the future, I won't take credit for it, and I won't take the blame if it breaks up."

Zheng Ruochen was so angry that his mouth slanted and his eyes squinted: "Whether you can talk, you will be crowed when the two of you just hit each other."

Zheng Ruochen's brother-in-law didn't mind, and smiled brightly: "It's okay, Brother Duan is a lawyer, so speak more truthfully."

Duan Yanzhe returned home after making a fuss until midnight, tiptoeing to go to his room, when suddenly a door opened in the corridor, Duan Yue glared at him: "When will you not be able to go home in the middle of the night? Come here!"

Duan Yanzhe estimated that he would be scolded, so he walked into the study and said submissively, "Dad, are you still awake at this late hour?"

"Your Uncle Liao is ill, and he is in the cadre nursing home. Go and see."

Duan Yanzhe didn't expect: "What's going on?"

"Lung discomfort, I don't know whether the problem is minor or major." Duan Yue's face sank, "I know you haven't contacted Liao Xue recently after hearing your words, right?"

Duan Yanzhe just smiled and didn't say anything.

Duan Yue looked at him from behind reading glasses: "Don't you like Liao Xue?"

Duan Yanzhe quickly said: "I don't like it."

"Then who do you like? Vivien Li, can Qiongfang get into your eyes?"

Duan Yanzhe raised his head all of a sudden, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Dad..."

Duan Yue sighed: "I'm getting old, and I'll be useless soon. I'm just counting on you and Xingyue to have a good life."

Duan Yanzhe has always been soft and not hard, a little restless: "Dad, I know, you don't have to worry, if Mansi falls into my hands, I—"

"You'd better know, I don't want to hear you say some empty-headed and depressing words, and I will go to see your Uncle Liao tomorrow with my things."

"That's natural."

The next day, Duan Yanzhe took some Cordyceps and Chuanbei pear boiled by Han Cuifen, and drove to the nursing home.

When he went, Liao Xue was accompanying the bed. Liao Yan was in good spirits. Seeing Duan Yanzhe coming, he quickly waved: "Yo, Yanzhe is here, come and sit down."

Duan Yanzhe put the things in his hand on the bedside table: "I heard that your lungs are not feeling well. How are you? Are you okay?"

Liao Yan smiled nonchalantly: "That's what I like in winter. It's an old problem. It's okay."

Duan Yanzhe nodded: "Then I'm relieved." He turned to Liao Xue: "Look at you, why didn't you tell me, did you see someone else?"

Liao Xue pouted: "I just want to try. If I don't call you, when will you think of me?"

"Xiaoxue, don't play childish temper." Liao Yan turned to Duan Yanzhe, "She is like this, you know it well, I still say, you have to take the initiative with the man you like——"

Duan Yanzhe said in embarrassment: "Uncle, I—"

Liao Xue said anxiously: "Hey, Duan Yanzhe, I have something to tell you, you come out first."

The two walked out of the hospital and came to a flower bed. Liao Xue turned her back and said, "Don't be in a hurry to separate yourself from my father. He is not in good health now, and I don't want to provoke him."

Duan Yanzhe was speechless for a while.

Liao Xue didn't want him to be silent, but when he did, he was still angry: "My father is just as blind as I am, so it's not good to choose anyone, but you are the one."

Her words were so straightforward that Duan Yanzhe couldn't avoid them, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a voice from a distance: "Lawyer Duan!"

Duan Yanzhe looked over in a daze, and a person ran up, his face turned out to be closer, his face was pale and his lips were blue, it was Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun ran in front of Duan Yanzhe, his hands were trembling, he looked Duan Yanzhe up and down carefully, and then let out a sigh of relief: "It's not you."

"Oh, your client's son?" Liao Xue stomped her feet, "As expected of you, business comes first, let's go!" Then he turned and entered the hospital building.

Jiang Xun pursed his lips and nodded, with a trace of absurdity on his face: "I made a mistake, I'm leaving."

Duan Yanzhe grabbed his arm: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Xun struggled twice.

"Why did you come here?"

Jiang Xun froze, and then he grabbed a crumpled newspaper from his pocket, and there was a car accident news on it.

Duan Yanzhe read it carefully, and suddenly realized: "Do you think this person surnamed Duan is me? Are you worried that I won't be able to save him?"

Jiang Xun strode forward: "I made a mistake, I'm going back to class."

Duan Yanzhe put away the newspaper, caught up with him, and chuckled lightly: "Are you afraid I'll die?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xun stood still suddenly, with an unusually solemn expression: "Don't say such unlucky things!"

"..."

Duan Yanzhe really felt his panic and helplessness, he was silent for a while, lit a cigarette, and walked towards the car: "Come, I'll see you off."

Jiang Xun got into the car and sat down.

"You ran over from school, skipped class?"

Not only skipping classes, but skipping an exam.

But Jiang Xun didn't intend to tell him, but said: "Give me back the newspaper."

Duan Yanzhe turned a deaf ear and asked again: "How do you know I'm here? You can call me when you see the newspaper."

Jiang Xun turned his head sideways: "I deleted the call record with you. When I went to your facility, someone said it was your secretary. She told me you were in a nursing home."

Duan Yanzhe said, "Are you worried about me?"

"..."

"It's not relative, it's nothing to worry about." Duan Yanzhe looked at him, suddenly thought of something, and laughed, "You are in a hurry, and you ran over without asking clearly."

Jiang Xun was extremely embarrassed, and his tone was blunt: "My dear, so it's finally over."

"Oh, so you still think I'm a 'wrong'?" Duan Yanzhe took a deep breath of cigarette, exhaled two eye circles, and squinted his eyes, "What kind of 'wrong' is it? It should be a very ordinary level, let me give you a little You can refuse to help, because you are afraid that I will regret it, right?"

"..." Jiang Xun gritted his teeth secretly for a while, and couldn't help but said, "I don't know why, I wanted to go to Ding Nan several times, and thinking of your words, I felt that I could live on for a few more days."

"..." Duan Yanzhe was stunned.

"But if something happens to you suddenly..." Jiang Xun raised his hand to wipe his eyes, then turned his head to look out the window, "I don't want to hold on for a day."

Even though the exam started at nine o'clock today, the students showed up in the classroom early as always, to memorize and do the questions, and those who didn't want to memorize and do the questions just chatted with others.

Jiang Xun gnawed at an English reading, checked two lines of sentences to find the answer, and suddenly Zheng Hang stuffed a newspaper in front of him: "Fuck! What are you looking at!"

Jiang Xun casually opened the newspaper: "When I finish reading this question..."

He turned back and stared blankly at the newspaper. There was a car accident in the city center last night. The deceased Duan, male, in his twenties, was driving a black Mercedes-Benz S400.

Duan Yanzhe drove this kind of car.

Jiang Xun stood up from his seat all of a sudden, crumpled up the newspaper and put it in his pocket: "I'm going first."

Zheng Hang was confused: "Hey, I am a newspaper!"

Jiang Xun whized up the corridor, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he felt short of breath as he ran.

Wang Zheming was walking towards the door of the class when he saw Jiang Xun had already put on his bag and was about to run: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Xun passed him and ran a few steps away, reluctantly turned his head, dangling back and forth, as if the kite was about to break its string: "I have something to do, I... have to go first, Teacher Wang."

"Exam is coming soon!"

"...I don't take the exam!"

"Jiang Xun!" Wang Zheming could only watch Jiang Xun run away from under his nose, and he sighed unconsciously.

Maybe Jiang Xun shouldn't be allowed to talk to her about Shu Jingyao's matter at first, Wang Zheming thought to himself, always felt that this was the beginning of all bad things, like knocking down the dominoes, and the end was far from known.