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On the fourth day after Jiang Shanglu returned to Jiang's old house in Liufangshan, he once again woke up alone in the corner of a dark bedroom without a trace of light.

There were no shoes on his feet, and the subtle touch of his bare feet on the blanket made his consciousness a little clearer.

After leaning his numb back against the corner of the wall and trying to adjust his stiff sitting posture, the pale-faced Jiang Shanglu took a look at the fingernails on his left and right hands, all of which were bloodshot and purple due to his frantic scratching of the wall last night. After a while, he twitched the corners of his mouth expressionlessly.

He has been staying here for several nights, and he still hasn't had a good night's sleep. Every night, the irritable feeling and bloodthirsty in his body will be particularly strong, and he doesn't know if it's because of being killed. The hangover from the tree nearly killing him, or his damn old problems recurring with the seasons.

"Mr. Jiang, are you awake? Do you need breakfast now?"

The questioning voice of the obviously elderly woman outside was very soft and gentle. This woman named Sister Liu was temporarily recruited by his nephew Jiang Shuhua to take care of his daily life. After finding a more suitable nurse, he should send another one. people come over.

As for Jiang Shuhua himself, because he needs to get up early every day to go to work in the company, he has recently chosen to live in a house a little closer to Jiang's. He will probably come to Liu Fangshan to live with Jiang Shanglu after he finishes his work.

"Well, wake up."

Sister Liu, whose voice lazily returned to the outside, said something. Jiang Shanglu, who looked very bad, staggered up from the ground, walked to the door of the room and opened the bedroom door casually.

Sister Liu, who was standing at the door with breakfast, exchanged glances with him, and frowned worriedly seeing Jiang Shanglu's obviously not resting well.

After taking the breakfast she specially prepared for him in silence, Jiang Shanglu first smiled, and then looked politely at the middle-aged woman in front of him and said slowly,

"Thanks a lot."

"No, no...Mr. Jiang, you can tell me what you want to eat at noon. If you want to go out for a walk, you can also ask Lao Yao to pick you up. The weather outside today is very good, and Mr. Jiang called a little earlier. I asked when you went to bed yesterday..."

Jiang Shanglu has a friendly attitude and talks about the shortcomings of these parents. Sister Liu is naturally delicate and gentle. She naturally feels that since she has received a generous salary from Jiang Shuhua, she must take good care of Jiang Shanglu. It is rare to stand patiently and listen to her for a long time. Saying that, Jiang Shanglu with a lazy expression couldn't help but hooked the corners of his mouth and said slowly,

"Let him not treat me as someone who is seriously ill and dying. Although I am old, if there are no special circumstances, I should still be able to harm others in this world for a long time..."

"Don't, you can't talk nonsense like this. Mr. Jiang, you look really young. Some people believe that it is Mr. Jiang's brother..."

Jiang Shanglu couldn't help laughing at Sister Liu's sincere words. He didn't continue this meaningless topic, but moved his finger holding the plate automatically, and asked a question after a while, as if on a whim.

Jiang Shanglu: "Do you have nail polish at home?"

Sister Liu: "Nail polish? No, you... What do you want nail polish for? How about I let Lao Yao go out and buy it later..."

Jiang Shanglu: "Well, if you're on the way, just bring a bottle, whatever color you want, I suddenly feel like painting my nails, so go ahead and do it."

Sister Liu: “…………………………………”

After saying this, Jiang Shanglu closed the door casually without caring about Sister Liu in front of her and seeing a ghost in her eyes.

And Sister Liu, whose three views were almost shattered on the spot, ran downstairs with a heavy face and thought for a long time, and finally decided to call the driver, Lao Yao, and ask him to buy some nail polish that Jiang Shanglu specially asked for, and then quickly returned this piece. Tell Jiang Shuhua about the hair-raising incident.

So as soon as Jiang Shuhua, who had just finished the meeting, came out, he immediately learned from his secretary, Ms. Chen, that his second uncle was suspected to have fallen ill at home again.

After carefully understanding the ins and outs of the matter, Jiang Shuhua leaned back in the office and imagined Jiang Shanglu's horrible appearance of painting his nails with his head down, and his face turned pale with fright.

"It's really... my second uncle asked for it on his own initiative? But why is he painting his nails..."

"I don't know. I heard that I painted it alone in the room, and it still looks decent. Sister Liu was a little scared. She said that she really didn't know what Mr. Jiang was thinking..."

Ms. Chen's complex expression made Jiang Shuhua even more unsure of what to answer. He frowned and stroked the creases between his brows with his hand, saying in his heart that he was not in a hurry or worried, it must be a lie.

But this matter is obviously not useful if he is in a hurry. That Sister Liu is so old, if his second uncle really makes something bigger one day, she will definitely not be able to stop it at her age, but thinking of this, Jiang Shuhua couldn't help but raised his head and asked his secretary in a worried tone.

"Speaking of which, Ms. Chen, how is the matter of finding a nurse? Have you found someone who is more suitable? I think it's better to be younger, with a tolerant personality, and it's best not to look It's too ugly, if my second uncle doesn't like ugly things, it will be difficult..."

Mr. Jiang said that he was just looking for it, but in fact he asked for a lot, which was comparable to finding a wife for his second uncle. His female secretary rolled her eyes helplessly, although his crazy second uncle, Ms. Chen, still I haven't seen it in person, but judging from the current simple understanding, it must be a middle-aged manic maniac with serious personality flaws.

It’s just that their little Mr. Jiang is really filial, otherwise, ordinary people really don’t have the patience to take care of such troublesome relatives who are about to die for a long time. Thinking about it like this, I couldn’t help feeling that Ms. Chen, who sympathized with him, took her own hand. Jiang Shuhua was handed the list of applicants who had already seen a round of candidates online.

"For the time being, only these few people have left their contact information. I have also called to inquire about the situation. There should be no problems with their resumes... Among them, the age of Fang Cheng may not be suitable. They are almost 40 this year. Deng Min is a nurse with many years of work experience, but she has more nursing experience... Well, there is another one named Wen Ying? This person is quite young, only 24 years old, and he should have a good temper, but he is long Very inconspicuous, and a bit dull..."

"Smell? Which one smells which one?"

Hearing a very familiar name suddenly, Jiang Shuhua's agitated appearance made Miss Chen, who didn't know the situation, a little baffled, but she still helped to find the information in front of Jiang Shuhua in time. The young man in the jacaranda page.

"That's the man...you know him?"

Jiang Shuhua didn't answer Miss Chen's words immediately, because he was stunned when he saw the two-inch photo pasted on the resume.

The skilled name, the familiar appearance, and the familiar indifferent eyes that are as deadly as the wooden piles.

After putting all these things together... besides his old classmate who was nicknamed Wen Mumu, who else could he be? !

……

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Shuhua put aside his company affairs and went to Liu Fangshan in time.

When passing by on the way, Jiang Shuhua also called Miss Chen to help him arrange a dinner for him in advance.

The people who came today were all veterans of the company's board of directors. They said they came out to get together casually, but in fact, they might have to use the little power in his hand to talk about things.

Jiang Shuhua has never been very good at this kind of scene. He obviously went there with his father before, and he went there by himself after his father passed away, but every time he didn't say a few words, he would be confused by these tricky old foxes. Can't get off stage.

And thinking like this, Jiang Shuhua, who was a little depressed, stopped the car at the door of his old house, and whispered to her in a worried tone after Sister Liu came out to open the door for him.

"Sister Liu, how is my second uncle? Is there nothing else to do in the afternoon?"

"No, Mr. Jiang didn't go downstairs all afternoon, he just came down to have dinner, and now he is sitting in the living room reading a book and drinking tea by himself..."

Sister Liu's words made Jiang Shuhua's heart that had been hanging around finally relax a bit. In fact, as long as his second uncle didn't have any accidents, no matter how much trouble there was outside, he didn't think it was so difficult to solve.

With such thoughts in mind, Jiang Shuhua immediately felt a lot more relaxed and took some fruit into the living room, but when he saw Jiang Shanglu who was sitting there alone drinking tea, the first thing he noticed was nothing else. It was Jiang Shanglu's nails painted black on both hands.

In good conscience, if his second uncle is not a man, and he is the kind of man who is not feminine at all but rather strong and terrifying, just look at this pair of thin and pale hands with blue blood vessels that can be vaguely seen. It is still very beautiful and seductive with this kind of crow black that reveals some mystery.

However, as soon as he got in touch with Jiang Shanglu's crazy personality and his weird and terrifying behavior, Jiang Shuhua felt that his second uncle's hands looked a little scary, making him unable to guess what Jiang Shanglu was thinking.

And at the moment when he was dazed, Jiang Shanglu, who had lowered his head and pressed a page of the book with his hand, also raised his head and casually glanced at the door. When he noticed that his stupid nephew was staring at his hand, Jiang Shanglu, who squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth and asked with a smile.

"Did you have dinner."

"Oh... oh, no, the company will have a dinner later... I just came to see you and discuss something with you..."

Jiang Shuhua didn't waste too much time when he said that, he looked down at the time on the watch and sat down opposite Jiang Shanglu, but it was rare to hear that he wanted to discuss something with him, so Jiang Shanglu directly closed a book of poems in his hand, Then he asked lazily,

"what's up."

"... As for the matter of finding a nurse for you, I now have a suitable candidate in all aspects, but I haven't asked your opinion first, so I can't make a decision..."

"Oh, is there someone special? I want you to come and tell me specifically."

With one sentence, Jiang Shanglu blocked many of Jiang Shuhua's foreshadowing lines, and pursed his lips nervously. Jiang Shuhua knew in his heart that he couldn't fool him, so he could only nod helplessly.

Jiang Shuhua: "Yes, he is actually a classmate of mine when I was studying... I haven't seen him for many years, but I still have a good impression of him. I just read his resume in the company and said In the current situation, his life is really difficult now, and he is also anxious to find a job, so I thought about letting him come over to help take care of you..."

Jiang Shanglu: "I haven't seen you for so many years. Why did I come to you as soon as I came out? This is really a coincidence. What happened to his family? Dad is a scum? Mom died early? There is no one who lives in poverty. And the grandfather begging along the street, right?"

Jiang Shuhua: "You...how do you know everything? That's really what's written in his resume."

Jiang Shanglu: "...Shu Hua, are you eight years old this year?"

He glanced at Jiang Shuhua, who was in front of him with a half-smile and an awkward expression, Jiang Shanglu's tone was ambiguous no matter what he heard or thought, and he expressed his true meaning [-]% in his words.

And Jiang Shuhua, who was choked up by his harsh words, opened his mouth silently, and after a long time he stammered and forcefully explained,

"I... I understand what you mean, Uncle Er, but I swear this person is definitely not the kind of person you think. You have never seen him, so don't believe what I say, and I can't help it, but sometimes we can't do things It's so complicated..."

"When you don't think things are so simple, I don't have to think things so complicated."

Suddenly interrupting Jiang Shuhua's words, Jiang Shanglu supported his head and slowly narrowed his eyes, which had become rich and beautiful due to his bad mood. Seeing Jiang Shuhua's pitiful appearance of being frightened by himself, he lowered his voice and smiled sinisterly open the mouth,

"You haven't seen this person for many years. How can you have the confidence to say such stupid things? A single thought can easily change a person's good and evil, let alone so many years."

"...I believe him, he is really a good person."

His face was turned pale by his second uncle's harsh words. Jiang Shuhua was nervous and frightened, but it was the first time that he spoke out his thoughts a little bit under strong pressure.

"When I was young, because I was fat and not smart, everyone in my class looked down on me. At that time, I didn't dare to come back and tell my dad. I was afraid that I would lose face to our Jiang family by being so useless... Wen Ying He is the only person in our class who doesn’t look down on me, because he himself is often bullied and ridiculed by those people as a piece of wood..."

"But he is different from me. I am cowardly and deserve to be bullied, and I hate him to death, but he is really kind and upright. He is the kind who is willing to help others even if he is misunderstood by others. He has never People who don’t take the initiative to speak up... So now I have a chance to help him, even if it’s like you said, my idea may be too simple, but I also want to give it a try, if I can help my friend a little bit... ..."

After saying the last word, Jiang Shuhua was already a little exhausted. He was only 24 years old this year, and he was born with a timid personality. He hardly had the courage to raise his head amidst Jiang Shanglu's cold and sharp questioning voice.

But this time after he finished speaking, he found that his mood was unprecedentedly calm, and just when he thought he was about to be ridiculed by his second uncle again, he felt Jiang Shanglu, who had been silent for a long time in front of him, suddenly faintly Here comes a sentence.

"understood."

"You...you agree?"

Staring at Jiang Shanglu in disbelief, Jiang Shuhua couldn't believe that his second uncle would agree so easily, but seeing his big fat nephew's dumbfounded look, Jiang Shanglu only raised his eyebrows and then looked indifferent typical,

"I don't really have a problem with who will take care of me. I just want to make it clear to you that you can make up your own mind about some things and don't care about what others say. If you have the courage to talk back to me just now, you don't have to be surrounded by those people all day long." The old stuff can't get off the stage..."

Saying this, Jiang Shanglu laughed regardless of Jiang Shuhua's flushed face instantly, and after raising his hand to greet Sister Liu to add another pair of bowls and chopsticks, he put his black fingertips on the tea table in front of him slowly Knocked slowly.

"Have dinner at my place before going back. I'll go with you for the dinner tonight. It just so happens... and your friend named Wen Ying, please ask him to meet me in person if you have time..."

——"What kind of person is he, I can see with my own eyes... I can always figure it out."