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"Guan Zang, are you at school? I need to talk to Meimei. Don't worry, I'm not investigating him. A reporter has already come to you about this incident, and I'm afraid it will find Meimei too. You know, your grandfather— —”

"I have to ask Meimei about this, he is at my house."

"You let him stay at your house? Forget it, it's up to you."

"I asked, and he said you'd better bring money, hahahaha!"

"……Is it funny?"

"Uncle Ma, yesterday's Meimei gave me a very strange feeling."

"wonderful?"

"Well, wonderful, I don't know how to describe it."

"You can describe it as much as you can, it's okay."

"He's always more—how should I put it, stronger than I expected? When it explodes, it's amazing. I can't resist it."

"I can understand that he made you panic a little bit?"

"You can put it this way. Now when I think of him at that time, my heart still beats, excited, excited, and a little scared."

"Afraid? Are you afraid of him?"

After a long time, Guan Zang said softly, "Yes, Meimei scares me."

Ma Qianjia looked at Meimei, and Meimei looked at her colorful nails.The marks on the neck have not disappeared, the red color of the hair has faded and turned into a strange yellow, wearing a T-shirt and pants that are one size bigger, the toes are completely painted black, and they are shaking in boredom.

"Didn't Guan Zang tell you why he is so infatuated with you?"

"I didn't ask."

"Why, don't you wonder why he is so obsessed with you?"

Meimei looked away from her nails, looked at Ma Qianjia and curled her mouth: "You are his caring elder, do you think I should know?"

Ma Qianjia stopped.

Meimei leaned on the sofa with her arms folded, and said with a smile: "Brother Ma—ah, I seem to be inferior, whatever you want. Just tell me what you are doing, do we still use such oblique actions between the two of us?" With one hand held empty, the thumb and index finger are gently rubbed together.

Ma Qianjia stared at him for a long time and said, "Guan Zang saved your life."

Meimei put her hand down: "You want me to die?"

"No, if you are someone who knows how to repay and be grateful, even if only a little bit," Ma Qianjia paused for a while, "At least I want you to protect him and not hurt him with others."

Meimei didn't seem to understand, she leaned forward, frowned slightly and said, "Protect him—give him a break when he hits people with a fire extinguisher?" After speaking, she laughed.

Ma Qianjia took a deep breath, stood up and clenched his fists.

"He is here to save you! What do you take other people's kindness for?! Can you still laugh here without him?! Do you know how much he will pay for doing this?!"

"I don't know." Meimei stopped smiling, and stood barefoot on the ground, a little taller than Ma Qianjia, with her hands in her trouser pockets, "So you want to tell me?"

Ma Qianjia's eyes flickered, he gritted his teeth several times, and calmed down. "Meimei, you are really smart. I don't know why you approach Guanzang, but if you dare to hurt him, I will not let you go."

Meimei sighed, and spoke earnestly: "Brother Ma, don't negotiate like others in the future. You can either throw money or people, and there must be one that can calm the scene, right?" Ma Qianjia picked up his coat and didn't look back. After leaving, Meimei shouted behind him: "Come again, Brother Ma!" leaving behind a series of giggles.

Suffocated, he went into the car and called Guan Zang: "I'm sure he has other plans for approaching you! Guan Zang, do you still want to associate with this kind of person?"

Guan Zang grinned: "You can't handle Meimei, Uncle Ma."

"Guan Zang, do you have to put yourself in such a dangerous situation? Can you count how much trouble he caused you? And you said that you are afraid of him. This proves that you have no way to control the relationship between you two , you are facing one, one—" Ma Qianjia suddenly froze, and Guan Zang said for him: "A person who is more abnormal than me, right?"

"Guan Zang!"

"Uncle Ma, is it that important whether you are normal or not?"

Guan Zang asked indifferently, Ma Qianjia was suddenly speechless.

"Uncle Ma, I know that you care about me very much, and you care about me most. Then you should also know that there are not many people who have plans for me since I was a child? Don't persuade me to leave Meimei, because I also have thoughts for him Figure. He scares me, isn’t that good?” Guan Zang paused, then said softly, “A person who is not afraid of me, I will not let him leave me.”

Ma Qianjia was speechless, his voice trembling: "Guan Zang, did you say something to him yesterday?"

Guan Zang's silence made him sweat coldly.

"I'm going to be busy, Uncle Ma, let's talk another day." Before hanging up the phone, he instructed, "Don't scare Meimei, you can't scare him, and he will still be angry with me."

"Meimei? Yoho, do you have a girlfriend?" Just as Guan Zang put down the phone, Kong Jiben came from behind pushing his bicycle.

A skinny little old man with all white hair, wearing a black velvet padded jacket, carrying a big satchel, no hat on in the cold weather, just wearing a scarf, the tip of his nose was red from the cold, driving a car The rattling broken bicycle made him wheeze and wheeze.

Guan Zang smiled, but didn't answer, went over to help him push the cart, parked it in the carport, and the two of them walked to the office building together.

"Don't be like before, don't come to school for several days."

"Understood, Mr. Kong."

"There are few students in this department, and even fewer tutors. If one is missing, half will be missing, hahaha!" Kong Jiben was not really angry, "It's hard for you, our department is half dead, and the funding is not a few cents. You have to pay for the travel expenses yourself."

"How come, I also want to thank Mr. Kong for accepting me."

Folklore subjects for graduate students were not very popular, and Dongning's folklore studies were once so cold that they couldn't recruit students.There are no famous scholars and no income. In recent years, only Kong Jiben has been left to support it. It is not unexpected to adjust and merge, and the cancellation is also expected.The old man was very optimistic, he kept his ears to the outside world, and devoted himself to academics. He joked that he was the owner of a leather bag company, and he could sit anywhere with a chair.

When Guan Zang came, there were only two chairs, and the school moved them wherever they wanted.

As soon as he entered the corridor, Yu Fu from the history of art came to meet him and greeted him warmly: "Mr. Kong!" Yu Fu smiled and was amiable. He seemed to be in his late [-]s, and his figure was still in good shape, with thick hair.

"Teacher Yu is back?"

"Yes, I have something to do with Mr. Kong, is it convenient for Mr. Kong?"

Kong Jiben glanced at him and rubbed his frozen red nose.Guan Zang reached out to take his big satchel off his shoulder, Kong Jiben raised his hand, and walked away with Yu Fu.Not long after, he returned to the office, holding a pot of tea in his hand, and placed it on the filing cabinet.

The office of Folklore has been changed again and again, and moved three times a year. There is really no smaller one. When the old building was renovated, the duty room on the first floor was opened with a window and a sign was hung.

Guan Zang took a cup of hot coffee from the coffee machine and put it on Kong Jiben's desk.Kong Jiben took off his padded jacket, holding a mug in both hands, with a happy expression on his face.The small space is filled with the aroma of coffee.

"The coffee is good, why do you think old Chinese people have to drink tea? Who made the rules?"

"Ms. Yu gave it to you?"

"It's his business."

Guan Zang raised his head, "Hasn't it been more than half a year?"

"The Disciplinary Inspection and Supervision Office received a real-name report and requested a new investigation." Kong Jiben put on his reading glasses, took out a large stack of homework from his satchel, and continued to look through it.

"Real-name report? Are you a student of this academy?"

Kong Jiben took out a magnifying glass again, lying on the desk, he had already looked into it, and answered a little absent-mindedly.

"I didn't remember it, but I knew it was Yan."