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Hand, after a sudden reaction, he immediately withdrew his strength to prevent the old man from being injured.

"Knowing...knowing a little is the last thing I can do for you."

Jiang Hao tried to calm down, let go of the old man's hand and poured a glass of warm water, sat down again, helped Uncle Li to feed him a few sips of water, and put the glass back to its original position.

"Speak slowly."

"I...I worked next to...the chairman a few days before you went to England. He...lived...not far from the company...I was, right there..."

"Once I saw...on his desk, there was an upside-down photo frame. When I was clearing the table...I picked it up...on it...was a woman..."

"A picture of my mom?"

"Well... At that time... I didn't care. After you came, I felt... I looked a little like you."

Jiang Hao tried his best to get rid of his excessive emotions on this matter, and tried to look at these words with a more rational side: these are actually not important information, but there are also many things worth thinking about... For example, the photo of his mother On the desk, Hao Lingyan has to deal with work most of the time. If it is a daily residence, the desk is generally the place where he is most frequently located, and the things placed on the desk are also the easiest to see.

However, the photo frame was upside down.

Why?Why did he put his mother's photo in the most prominent position and didn't want to see her?Or, do you not want others to see it?

No, if he didn't want others to see it, Uncle Li wouldn't find out so easily.

It's so contradictory...

Jiang Hao withdrew his thoughts temporarily and listened carefully to what Uncle Li said later.

"I picked you up...the day before, I overheard the chairman...calling. It's not like...it's rare to talk about cooperation in the past, so I always have the impression."

"From the time he answered the phone... to the time he hung up, he seemed to be holding his breath... that expression... I've seen it on my... bastard son's face."

This means...Hao Lingyan has lived in England for so many years, he was calm in the wind and rain, and he didn't show his emotions or anger. It seemed that at that time, he was really angry and lost his temper.

Because of taking back my business?

It's too abnormal, no wonder Uncle Li still remembers it after so many years.

"Over the phone... I vaguely heard... speaking in Chinese... the content...can't be heard clearly."

When Jiang Hao heard this, he already had his own guesses. It was abnormal for someone to pick him up all of a sudden. He never knew that he had a father, and his grandfather never revealed it, nor did he see him in contact with any strangers. Yes, but if Hao Lingyan decided to pick him up because of his grandfather's death and received some notice... it would make sense.

So...someone should have contacted Hao Lingyan after hearing the news of his grandfather's death.

"Xiaohao... I... I'm old and my memory is not good, so I can only tell you so much. I... I know you want to know... cough cough, I can't help you too much, I can't... make trouble, you And...so small..."

"Don't worry, Uncle Li, I will definitely take care of your affairs, and mine...I will do my best." He stood up and turned around, took a step back to keep some distance from the hospital bed, bent down and raised a deep bow ,"thank you."

He walked out of the inpatient department, transferred to the outpatient department, found Uncle Li's attending physician, and asked about Uncle Li's situation again. The answer was almost the same as last time, the only difference was... tactfully told them that there was not much time left, Prepare early for what's next.

Jiang Hao didn't look out of control like last time, but walked calmly to the hall to pay the fee as if he didn't hear anything.

There were a lot of people in the lobby, and there was a long queue at the payment office. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, finally there were only three people left in front of it. The person closest to the window had some conflicts with the staff, so it was too late to complete the work. The progress of the whole team was slowed down, and the people behind were shouting in dissatisfaction, and it took a long time for the nurses to restore order.

However, Jiang Hao, who cherished time like gold in the past, didn't care about the disputes ahead. He seemed to be completely isolated from the noise around him, calm and indifferent like a bright moon.

He was thinking about Uncle Li's condition, his mother's photo, Hao Lingyan's gaffe, Xiao Yun's warning...

His brain was running non-stop, and his temples throbbed with blue veins on his forehead, like an overheated computer.

It's too messy, he needs to find a temporarily empty hard drive in his brain, sort out these things, sort them into different folders, and then process and code them one by one.

extract data... classify...

"Jiang Hao, look here!"

An error occurred...

His computer... freezes to a blank screen.

All that could be heard was a strange voice pressing down on his throat.

Under the overlapping and interlacing of the noisy and messy voice-over and the in-screen voice, this voice, which was obviously lowered for fear of disturbing others, should have been hard to hear.

But Jiang Hao heard it strangely, and identified the owner and direction of the voice.

The first sound is slightly higher, and the latter sound is weaker than the other.

It fell in his ears, but each sound was more deafening than the sound.

He followed the sound and looked to the right, his eyes passed through the adjacent long queue, and he saw Mu Chen who was separated from him by a window.

Standing on tiptoe, turning his head, putting his hands in the shape of a trumpet by his mouth, he made a serious gesture of shouting towards him, but his voice was ridiculously small...

No, it's cute.

The swelling pain in the temple seemed to be gently soothed by a gust of soft wind, like the willow branches in the corner of the school that year.

The faint voice passed through the crowd, over the noise, and reached his ears.

It's like the palm of your hand touches the tip of grass growing in spring, and it's itchy and numb.

48. Abnormal experience

A feeling like an electric shock passed through Jiang Hao's whole body, but he just nodded slightly at the silly and cute looking person, indicating that he saw him.

Behavior and character are inextricably linked.Character will largely affect a person's behavior, and a person's experience will greatly affect character.

These connections are elusive, impalpable, and not as certain as codes.

His experience over the past 17 years has created a cold personality, difficult to express his feelings, and unable to naturally respond enthusiastically or close to enthusiastically.

His experience is deformed, his personality is incomplete, and his behavior is destined to be hard to be liked.

So his initial idea was: to find out the truth about his mother's death, and to accompany him silently.

But the second plan has already deviated from the original track and embarked on a road that is destined to have no results.

When found out, it's too late.

He calmly waited for the previous dispute to end, and calmly went up to pay in order, and went to the medicine collection place, waiting to get the medicine that Uncle Li wanted to use.

At the same time digesting his emotions.

From the corner of his eye, he looked up as the person who called him just now paid the fee and walked towards the medicine pick-up place here.

I dare not speak, but I can't ignore it.

"are you sick?"

"Mu Chen handed the list to a nurse, and smiled brightly at him, "No, my mother made a fuss, saying that she was afraid of breaking me last time, so she insisted on asking me to see a Chinese medicine doctor and prescribe some Chinese medicine. Chinese medicine is so bitter. , I have to let me drink it for nothing, I really convinced her. "

"Really, handsome guy? How do I see this is for nourishing the stomach, did it fall into... the stomach?" The nurse who dispensed the medicine accidentally overheard his words and ruthlessly pierced it.

Mu Chen: "..." Are you giving him face?

Sure enough, he still had a bad stomach.

The memory of nine years ago is like the scenery outside the window in winter. At first, it was always covered by water vapor, but by chance, you can see a corner of it clearly.

The sour-smelling filth all over the place, the pale young man in front of him, the smile that disappeared suddenly, and his extreme panic...

"You...what's the matter with you?" Xiao Jiang Hao tried his best to support the young man in front of him, but he seemed to be drained of strength, slowly slipped down in front of Jiang Hao, and fell unconscious on the ground.

He no longer cared about his fear of strangers, put the boy on the ground gently, ran to a passing strange man and asked him to help him make an emergency call.

Fortunately, the man helped them.

In the ambulance, he stared at the unconscious young man, the scene that made him shudder not long ago played back over and over before his eyes, piercing Xiao Jiang Hao's heart like a knife.

Mu Chen, who was walking with him on the road, suddenly turned pale, and hurried to the trash can, bowed down in pain and vomited non-stop, and finally passed out on the ground...

And he was at a loss, there was nothing he could do.

It was the first real fear in his life.

Being ridiculed for not having parents, being stopped and beaten halfway, being misunderstood by teachers, being isolated by classmates... He has never been so afraid before.

I was trembling with fear, my palms were sweating, and my mind went blank.

He followed to the hospital and saw that the doctor called Mu Chen's parents. From their conversation, he heard words such as "acute gastroenteritis", "dehydration", "shock", "don't eat cold and irritating food".

Later, he has been very careful. Every time he is with Mu Chen, he remembers to stop him from eating those foods, and every morning he will drink the soy milk in his hand very slowly, so that when he feels that his soy milk is cold, he can grab it. Mu Chen finished the soy milk for him.

He was too scared to allow that kind of situation to happen a second time.Even after so many years, Mu Chen's stomach problem is not as serious as before, he dare not be careless.

So when they met again that day, he awkwardly proposed to eat the Xiaolongbao that Mu Chen had dropped.

"I have a bad stomach. It's better to drink some traditional Chinese medicine to take care of it. Your mother... is concerned about you." Because of worry, his tone was uncomfortable