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Chapter 260: Picking the Flower from Gaoling 7

Jiang Xinlian has always been a mystic. Unless she says it, no one knows what she is going to do.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the raindrops hit the window, leaving winding water marks.

The brown sugar ginger tea on the coffee table had gone cold again. In order not to waste it, Jiang Chuyu pinched his nose and drank it, then filled another bowl and let it cool.

Before the bowl of ginger tea was about to cool down, there was movement at the door and Jiang Xinlian walked in, dripping wet.

Jiang Chuyu handed the bowl to her, took the raincoat with his free hand, looked up and down with worry, and revealed a surprised expression:

"Xin Lian, you look much better?"

When he went out, his face was still very pale and his steps were a little light, but after going outside in the rain, he seemed to be in a lot better condition.

"Really?"

Jiang Xinlian swallowed the spicy sugar water and said nonchalantly, "Maybe my new painkiller is working well."

Painkillers?

Jiang Chuyu didn't understand, and Jiang Xinlian didn't explain much. She walked around her and prepared to go upstairs.

Judging from her posture, it seems that she wants to stay up all night again.

"Xin Lian!"

Jiang Chuyu called her and said with concern: "Go to bed early, it's very late now."

The answer to her was the sound of the study door being locked.

She sighed and went back to her room.

I was so worried that I couldn't sleep well.

At two o'clock in the morning, Jiang Chuyu woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, got out of bed, and planned to go see if Jiang Xinlian was recovering well.

Sure enough, there was no light, and a faint light leaked out through the crack in the door.

Aren’t you going to rest so late?

She hesitated for a long time, but finally raised her hand and knocked on the door gently, then lowered her hand and waited patiently.

Soon, the door lock opened with a click.

Jiang Chuyu pushed open the door, and the bright light in the room made her squint unconsciously.

"What do you want at this hour?"

The light from the desk lamp shone on Jiang Xinlian's face, making it look a little grim.

"You still have a fever during the day, you need to rest," Jiang Chuyu adjusted to the brightness, put down his hand, and said worriedly,

"Staying up late and working hard like this is bad for your health."

Not knowing what she said amused her, Jiang Xinlian suddenly laughed: "Is this kind of thing important?"

What kind of thing?

Jiang Chuyu reacted, and immediately became annoyed, and said sternly: "Of course it is important!"

It is important to improve your status, it is important to establish your career, and it is also important to keep your body healthy!

"..."

Jiang Xinlian put down the pen in her hand, chose a comfortable posture and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, with a gentle smile on her lips:

"You and I have known each other for three years. In these three years, have you seen me change in any way?"

"Uh……"

Jiang Chuyu recalled what she said and asked tentatively: "Becoming, more stable?"

Xin Lian was 18 years old three years ago. In my memory, even when she was being perfunctory and hypocritical, she looked very sweet when she smiled with the corners of her mouth curved.

But now, Xin Lian no longer laughs like that.

"Steady? You're really polite when you speak."

Jiang Xinlian chuckled, her tone light and erratic: "I can feel that my body has been deteriorating over the years."

The frequency of illness is increasing, the duration is getting longer and longer, the pain is increasing, and the body has collapsed before the will.

She only needed to look at herself in the mirror and see the dejection gradually appearing on her face to clearly know that no miracle had happened to her.

If there really is a God in this world, it is obvious that she has not received God's love.

Jiang Chuyu was stunned, and asked blankly as if he didn't understand: "What, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Jiang Xinlian explained calmly, not as if she was talking about her own life and death.

"I already won't live much longer."

"…Are you kidding me? How is this possible?!"

Jiang Chuyu's voice unconsciously rose, and he didn't care about any rules. He strode to the desk and slammed it on the table angrily and anxiously:

"Don't be discouraged, you're just not in good health and you get sick easily, so what? So what!"

Jiang Xinlian took in her resistance and disbelief and asked, "Is this unbelievable?"

"Of course!" Jiang Chuyu said loudly, "You are only 21 years old!"

You are still young, there is still a lot of time, and there is still a lot of hope. How can you say such discouraging words?

Ah, she remembered that Xin Lian became more and more beautiful as she grew older.

The delicate face gradually lost its vibrant color, like a flower that is about to wither, beautiful yet fragile, and tainted with an aura of death that is difficult to conceal.

When things are brought to light, the signs of the past become clear.

She wasn't kidding, what she said was true.

Jiang Chuyu stood there blankly, unable to utter a word.

Jiang Xinlian propped up her chin and looked out the window. It was pitch black and she couldn't see anything:

"From 17 to now, I am already 21 years old."

The facts were laid out before her, forcing her to admit that there were things in this world that she could not do no matter what.

In this case, let her do what she can in this short period of time.

"Before I die, I will take care of the Jiang family, and then..."

Jiang Xinlian retracted her gaze and smiled:

"Everything is up to you, Sister Ayu."

*

The top management also knows that things in the world are changing rapidly. Instead of being caught off guard by the changes later, it is better to grasp all the variables early on.

Although it is almost impossible to cultivate outstanding juniors in a place like a nursery, the top management will still not relax the mental control over the children in the nursery.

As a "priest", or in other words, a pyramid scheme leader, Ji Jiuxu needs to accompany the senior management to the nursery every month to conduct pyramid schemes.

The young children were ignorant and playful at the age without any stability, but because of the intimidation from the headmaster they had to sit still with dazed expressions.

Jiang Ju smiled and nodded, and said with satisfaction: "The children of our Jiang family have been better and more patient than ordinary children since they were young."

The headmaster flattered: "It is only because of the management of Second Uncle that our Jiang family has been able to continue for so many years."

Jiang Ju laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "You have worked hard over the years, raising these children."

"Uncle is too polite. After all, they are the descendants of our Jiang family. I can't bear to see them suffer."

The headmaster smiled even more cheerfully, and waved for tea and snacks to be brought over: "Uncle, my snacks are delicious, please try them. If they suit your taste, I'll send the chef directly to you."

"I'm old now, I can't eat too much of this."

Jiang Ju looked at the delicate and small pastry and reached out to take a piece: "Not bad, you are thoughtful and know that I like this taste."

The two of them chatted happily back and forth. Ji Jiuxu looked at the dazed looks of the children, closed the book in his hand, and ended.

“May God bless you.”

The children's eyes became lively and they couldn't wait to ask, "Can we go out and play now?"

Ji Jiuxu nodded, the children cheered slightly, and tiptoed out.

He was slowly sorting out his books when he heard a commotion behind him.

"Uncle? Uncle?!"

He turned his head to look over and saw that Jiang Ju, who was originally full of energy, was now pinching his throat, his eyes wide open, and his face was full of pain.

The director stood by in panic, shouting "Uncle", with beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

The assistants nearby also rushed over in panic, and the group of people became a mess.

Ji Jiuxu looked at the half-bitten pastry that fell to the side, and quickly looked away indifferently.

Implicated, he thought, but he didn't want to raise another lily.