Bailian's stand-in has collapsed [Transmigration Book]

In a small restaurant off campus.

Lin Jianqiu summoned the proprietress, and ordered three bowls of small wontons.

The girl sat across from her, sizing up Lin Jianqiu with embarrassing and vigilant eyes.

Nan Nan sat next to Lin Jianqiu, biting a candied haws, lying on the table, looking curiously at the young lady across from her.

The girl looks pretty and cute,? The most important thing is clean,? She is full of student spirit, which makes it difficult for people to associate with bad words.

However, she was indeed the one who hand-swapped the letter containing the synthesized photos to Lin Jianqiu.

Lin Jianqiu was not in a hurry to ask, he confirmed the taste with the proprietress, and then turned his head to meet the girl's gaze.

He smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, I'm poor now,? I can only afford you to eat this."

The girl couldn't hold her breath for a while: "How did you find me?"

She secretly glanced at Lin Jianqiu,? She spoke like a questioning question but lacked confidence, her momentum weakened after a few sentences, and her voice was trembling slightly.

Across the table, the hands resting on his lap were also fiddling with the corners of his clothes uneasily.

Obviously a little uneasy.

She didn't expect Lin Jianqiu to come to her so soon,? But she didn't think this "encounter" was just a coincidence.

"This is the only high school nearby that doesn't need to wear school uniforms. You still hold your textbooks in your arms? At that point in time, you must have just left school."

Lin Jianqiu's eyes moved down slightly, and landed on the girl's pants and shoes: "Second year in high school, what happened to the family recently? Some financial problems, plus your height, appearance, and clothing characteristics,? After a little inquiring, I'll know which one it is—Wen Xiaoman from Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School."

The girl lowered her head, subconsciously moved her legs together, and moved under the table, trying to cover it up.

Her blouse was fairly neat, but her trousers and shoes were slightly scuffed and stained, but not too dark in color.

A small piece of the trouser leg was cracked and was sewn up by a row of crooked needles and threads, like a novice's handwriting. The shoelaces were of different lengths and shapes, as if they were disassembled and reassembled from different shoes.

Usually these places are hidden under the desk in class, and will not be noticed by others.

He made such a reaction after being pointed out bluntly. Obviously, he has not yet formed the instinctive habit of hiding, and it seems that it is only a recent change.

The girl's face turned red, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to get in.

Lin Jianqiu tapped the table lightly, and pushed the phone over. On the screen was the composite photo in the envelope.

The girl raised her eyes, seeing the picture clearly from the corner of her eye, she couldn't help being startled.

"This is... what?" She raised her head subconsciously, her eyes were a little dazed and struggling, she probably vaguely guessed something in her heart, but she couldn't be sure.

"The things you gave me." Lin Jianqiu said bluntly.

"..." The girl opened her mouth slightly, unable to speak.

Of course, Lin Jianqiu didn't look for her to comment on her clothing and family conditions, but just to find clues about the sender.

The maliciousness conveyed in the photo was so obvious that the girl began to feel a little uneasy. She opened her mouth a few times, and finally said slowly: "It's not me...someone asked me to deliver the letter to you."

Wen Xiaoman ran into that person on the way home from school at noon.

Her mother was seriously ill last year. After several surgeries, her condition did not improve. Recently, her condition has deteriorated again. The family has been almost completely exhausted to treat her illness, and her life is becoming more and more difficult.

In order to save money, and also afraid of being laughed at, Wen Xiaoman seldom eats at school. Instead, he goes home to eat porridge and pickles with his father, and then rushes back to school after taking a break.

It's not that I'm so embarrassed that I can't even eat enough, it's just that it's the simplest and most convenient.

Wen Xiaoman's father usually has to work and take care of his wife. He is exhausted and has no concept of supplementing nutrition in his mind.

His wife needs money for medical treatment, and his daughter also needs money to go to college in the future. He has never thought about giving up either, but he is not careful enough.

Wen Xiaoman was not noisy, but he didn't care at all from the bottom of his heart.

She even had the idea of ​​simply dropping out of school to work part-time, but her father sternly warned her to put all her mind on her studies, and she had no choice but to give up if she didn't care about the rest.

When she went to school today, she got up a little late, and came to school before she had time to eat breakfast. By the time she finished school at noon, she was already dizzy with hunger. When she left the school gate, she saw a row of small snack stalls.

She couldn't help but stop at one of them for a while, and fumbled in her pocket for a long time, but in the end she was not willing to take out the money.

Just when she was about to turn around and leave, someone stopped her, paid her for two rice cakes, called her to the corner, and asked her to do a little favor in return.

He asked Wen Xiaoman to help him deliver a letter to someone passing by on a certain street, and as long as she agreed and didn't talk nonsense, he would pay her another 500 yuan.

For high school students with poor family conditions, 500 yuan is already a huge sum of money.

But it's just for running errands, and it's impossible to hold explosives in the thin envelope.

So when the man handed over a few banknotes together with the envelope, Wen Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse.

Although he said that it was just running errands, Wen Xiaoman's reaction clearly knew it well.

Maybe she didn't know exactly what was inside, but she knew very well that it must be something not very flattering.

Otherwise, the other party can deliver it to the recipient in person.

But luck prevailed.

That's why the moment she saw Lin Jianqiu, she panicked because of a guilty conscience.

Also because of a guilty conscience, she answered honestly the questions Lin Jianqiu asked.

She was afraid that Lin Jianqiu would call the police and arrest her.

"The man said that he was also asked to help send the letter, but he was too late for an urgent matter, so he asked me for help..."

It sounded like a perfunctory excuse, Wen Xiaoman's voice became softer as he spoke.

"But I really don't know that person, and I don't want to do anything to you. I've only heard of your name before, and I didn't recognize it until that person showed me your photo."

Lin Jianqiu interrupted her: "When was the photo taken?"

Wen Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then gave him a blank look, and it took a while before he realized what he was asking.

"I don't know, but it looks the same as now." Wen Xiaoman looked at his face, and then at his clothes, "The clothes seem to be similar."

Lin Jianqiu continued to ask, "Is it the photo that I showed you on the phone or was it developed?"

Wen Xiaoman: "On the phone, I read about two or three photos."

Lin Jianqiu: "Do you still remember what he looked like?"

Wen Xiaoman shook his head: "No, I don't remember."

She doesn't dare to look people in the eye, especially for those who are potential threats. She is panicked and panicked, so she shows it easily.

With so much money stuffed into her hands, she was actually a little scared and hardly dared to look up.

Moreover, the man was wearing a hat and glasses, the brim of the hat was lowered, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Lin Jianqiu: "Hat? What kind of hat? A peaked cap? What color?"

This question is not difficult to answer. Wen Xiaoman thought for a while before answering: "A black peaked cap."

Lin Jianqiu: "What about the clothes? What style? Long or short, and what color?"

Wen Xiaoman: "It's also black, and it probably ends here."

She stretched out her hand to gesture for the location, and compared the photos searched on her phone along the way.

With a specific comparison, the general outline of the sender can probably be deduced by relying on a thin impression.

Wen Xiaoman was able to answer the questions smoothly, and gradually relaxed a bit, and was able to recall more details instead.

Height, shortness, fatness, clothing, even driving by himself when leaving instead of taking a taxi, and a certain two digits on the license plate number.

The man in black was shorter than Lin Jianqiu, deliberately disguised, his voice was a little low, and his skin was not bad, he didn't look like someone doing rough work...

No match with the people in Lin Jianqiu's memory.

It's not easy to find out right away, but at least there are some impressions of it.

The proprietress brought several bowls of wontons to the table.

Wen Xiaoman was still desperately trying to recall the details.

"Goo-"

Her stomach growled in due time.

Because of what happened at noon, she has been a little restless, and she doesn't remember to eat. She has only eaten those two pieces of rice cakes all day, and it was only then that she felt hungry again.

Wen Xiaoman blushed, stretched out his hands to hold his belly, and secretly glanced at the person opposite, and happened to meet a pair of innocent eyes.

Nan Nan lay on the table, looked at her curiously, and listened for a while, with a little surprise on her face, as if she was amazed by the sound of her stomach.

Wen Xiaoman can't wait to get his whole body into the cracks in the ground.

Lin Jianqiu reached out and pushed a bowl of wontons in front of her: "Let's eat first."

Wen Xiaoman grabbed the bowl hesitantly, looked at Lin Jianqiu with some strangeness, and asked him cautiously, "Aren't you angry?"

Obviously received such a terrible letter, but he didn't see the slightest annoyance when he asked her to come out, and he was very calm when communicating.

Thinking back carefully, there was no sign of anger or even contempt.

Why not be angry?

Lin Jianqiu asked her back: "Why should I be angry with you?"

Wen Xiaoman was stopped by the question, thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "I sent you the letter?"

She added in a low voice: "For money."

Lin Jianqiu asked the proprietress for a small bowl, and while digging out a small portion with a spoon to cool, handed it to Nan Nan while talking to Wen Xiaoman.

"If you knew someone was going to kill someone, and you were given 5 yuan to send a knife to the murderer, would you agree?"

Wen Xiaoman shook his head quickly.

"Wanting to make money is not something to be ashamed of, and not having money is not a virtue worth admiring." Lin Jianqiu said, "If it were me, I might agree at that time."

"I came to you just hoping to get more clues, not to give you ideological and moral lessons."

Lin Jianqiu pointed to the bowl of wontons and smiled: "This is considered a reward."

Wen Xiaoman was stunned, and only after a while did he softly "hmm".

Lin Jianqiu exchanged contact information with Wen Xiaoman, and sent Wen Xiaoman back to school after dinner. She still had evening self-study to attend.

By the time he took Nan Nan back, Zhong Xinyue and Beard had finished chatting.

Seeing Lin Jianqiu knocking on the door and coming in, both of them subconsciously looked away, their eyes slightly moist.

Only the child was unaware of this delicate atmosphere, hiccupped a little, and threw himself into his mother's arms.

Lin Jianqiu explained: "I just took her to eat a bowl of small wontons."

Nan Nan covered her mouth when she heard the words, and signaled to Lin Jianqiu that she would keep a good secret.

Lin Jianqiu smiled at her.

Zhong Xinyue hugged her daughter and was about to go out: "I am causing you trouble."

"It's nothing." Lin Jianqiu glanced back and saw that the bearded man didn't intend to move, so he turned around again, "I'll take you down."

Lin Jianqiu sent Zhong Xinyue, mother and daughter to the gate of the community.

When the mother and daughter reached the next intersection, a black private car slowly stopped beside them.

After a distance, I couldn't see the expression on Zhong Xinyue's face very clearly, I could only see her waving to the people in the car and saying something.

But she finally came to open the back seat door and took Nan Nan into the car.

When Lin Jianqiu went back, the bearded man was hugging the quilt and sniffing on the sofa, looking devastated.

"Sister Zhong rejected you?" Lin Jianqiu asked.

"...No." The bearded man replied in a low voice.

"Then why do you feel like you've lost your love?"

"It's almost the same." The bearded man muttered softly.

He lowered his head, pointed at the phone screen, and didn't read the new news, but just looked at the small black screen as a mirror.

The person in the mirror is still full of beards, but his clothes are much cleaner and tidy, and he can barely be regarded as a maverick artist.

But such people are always only suitable for viewing from a distance.

Before meeting Zhong Xinyue, he never thought who he would stay for.

Even after staying, he didn't think more about the future, but just because he liked her and wanted to look at her, he wanted to stay near her.

Years of wandering life gave him the bad habit of muddling along, never carefully planning the future.

Not long after Zhong Xinyue's accident happened, he took advantage of it and won the other party's favor.

While he was happy, he was also faintly apprehensive.

He knows he is not a good person.

Not long ago, a wealthy man went to visit his friends in the film and television city. He accidentally ran into Zhong Xinyue, fell in love at first sight, and immediately began to pursue him enthusiastically.

Rich people are handsome and rich, and they seem gentle and considerate. They can do ordinary romantic tricks such as sending flowers, talking about love, eating and driving, and so on.

The only downside is that they are older and married.

But now he is also divorced and has no children. He also likes Nan Nan very much after seeing Nan Nan, and expresses that he doesn't mind Zhong Xinyue's past.

In front of him, the beard pales in comparison.

Even before the rich man appeared, when Zhong Xinyue went to the bar to listen to the bearded man singing, some people said in private that he was not worthy of Zhong Xinyue.

No money, no good looks, no fixed place to live, at most a bit of illusory talent, and no future in sight.

Admiration and love can only talk about feelings, but if you want to have a farther future, those vain "feelings" are far from enough.

The man with the beard doesn't seem to be able to give people any sense of security at all.

Before Zhong Xinyue showed any inclination to waver towards the rich man, Big Beard flinched back first.

This time Zhong Xinyue took the initiative to come to the door, one avoided, the other remained silent, and of course nothing came of the conversation in the end.

The bearded man stared blankly at the opposite wall, muttering to himself: "Shouldn't it be better for me to leave earlier? I don't want to delay her..."

He almost put the words "I'm useless" and "I'm not as good as that rich man" on his forehead, and the whole person fell into a low tide of self-pity that was visible to the naked eye.

Lin Jianqiu sat at the table staring at the phone, wrote a few strokes in the notebook from time to time, and said "um".

The bearded man: "A person like me is not worthy of her attention at all."

Lin Jianqiu: "Yes."

The bearded man: "I can't give her the future she wants, maybe even taking me out will embarrass her."

Lin Jianqiu: "Yes."

Beard: "Maybe I shouldn't have approached her in the first place."

Lin Jianqiu: "Yes"

Beard: "That person can really give her everything she wants."

Lin Jianqiu: "Yes."

Bearded man: "..."

The bearded man: "Are you listening to me..."

Lin Jianqiu turned his head and glanced at him: "I'm listening."

The bearded man: "Then don't you have anything else to say?"

"No." Lin Jianqiu said, "I think what you said makes sense."

On the contrary, the bearded man was a little weak, and he seemed to be hit: "Do you also think that I am not worthy of her..."

"That's not true." Lin Jianqiu replied, "It just feels like you don't like Miss Zhong that much."

The bearded man was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

"Although I have never been in a relationship, but if you think about it, it should be two-way." Lin Jianqiu finally stopped writing, thought for a moment, and said, "If it is only a unilateral expression of 'like' Emotions can only be regarded as a kind of self-satisfaction and self-comfort."

The bearded man was even more frustrated: "But I can't give her anything, I'm afraid of delaying her..."

In the beginning, it was just pure affection, and I instinctively wanted to get closer.

Later, I got to know each other better, and my liking deepened. On the contrary, I couldn't help but always consider issues from the perspective of the other party.

Think about the future now.

He seemed to be genuinely sad, and the cold that hadn't improved for a long time in the past two days was not deliberately pretended.

Lin Jianqiu was even more puzzled because of this, and he looked at the bearded man for a moment.

The bearded man felt a chill run down his spine.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Is it true that you can't do what you care about?" Lin Jianqiu asked him.

Whether it's appearance, future, or financial resources, it's just that the bearded man chose to give up on his own. struggle for salary.

He seemed to only see Zhong Xinyue's future, but not his own.

Perhaps it is a subconscious avoidance of change.

The bearded man remained speechless for a long time.

"If that's the case, you're right." Lin Jianqiu said flatly, "You really don't have the right to like her."

The beard fell silent.

This is the first conversation that can barely be called "disagreement" or "contradictory" since they met.

Lin Jianqiu didn't continue talking, after all, he really didn't have any experience in love.The reason why he spoke so harshly was just to make him sober up.

The bearded man was the first person who extended a helping hand to Lin Jianqiu after he came to this world. It meant something different to him, and he didn't want the other party to always be stuck in the low ebb of life and cognition.

——That's not just because of Zhong Xinyue's existence.

Lin Jianqiu turned his gaze back to the phone, and sighed silently in his heart.

After a little distraction, I went out, and I couldn't help but bring some emotion into the next chat message.

[It turns out that even if the two are in love, there will be many obstacles in wanting to be together. ]

No one is a perfect individual, as long as one party is timid, it may be a regret that ends without a problem.

Maybe this is reality.

Lin Jianqiu was in a daze, and after he realized what he had posted and who he had sent it to, it was too late to withdraw it.

The note at the top of the chat interface read "Lao Laolao" in big characters.

There was no reply for a long time.

The last one is Lin Jianqiu's emotion in the past.

Lin Jianqiu: "..."

He was silent for a moment, and firmly sent a few supplementary instructions to remedy it.

[I mean my friend. ]

[He has a crush on someone so far he dare not confess, I am trying to persuade him to think clearly. ]

Meanwhile, in a restaurant near the lab.

Team Liang came to Ye Huaishuang to find a certain report in the past, seeing that the time was about the same, he simply dragged him out to have dinner together, lest he die suddenly in the laboratory.

It turns out he was overthinking.

Ye Huaishuang is quite good at combining work and rest now, and no longer blindly spends all her rest time on work, but also spares some time to chat with others.

Even when I go out to eat, I am not distracted from time to time, but my mind is not full of theories and formulas.

Of course, the object is not the person sitting opposite.

——To some extent, it can be regarded as promising.

Ye Huaishuang stared at the phone, and suddenly stopped at a certain moment, and did not reply to the message immediately.

It seems that I don't know how to reply more appropriately.

Team Liang raised his head from the menu, glanced at him, and couldn't help but be a little surprised to see him looking so far away.

His expression seemed to be mixed with a bit of entanglement and hesitation.

"What's wrong?" Team Liang guessed casually, "Have you been issued a good card again?"

Ye Huaishuang thought about it seriously, and then humbly asked for advice: "If you say 'the joy of two people will also encounter obstacles in reality'...is it implying something? "

The author has something to say: Team Liang: Let the single dog go, thank you