You're not planning to open at all, are you?

In November, City J.

City J is a relatively developed city, with buses extending in all directions, and two subways have also been built.

Bai Jiu's new house is located in a community in the bustling area of ​​the city center. It is a three-bedroom house, which is much more spacious and cleaner than the original house.

Of course, the rent has also been doubled. Fortunately, he still has savings, and the money spent in the hospital is going to be returned to Ji Xiang. When Ji Xiang doesn't want it, the two have been deadlocked for a long time, and Bai Jiu finally compromised.

Li Ziming's contract is still in progress. Bai Jiu changed places, and Li Ziming didn't mind. He even took the initiative to contract his travel expenses, and even increased his salary, for fear that he would not be his model.

After all, when Bai Jiu was here, Li Ziming's business was surprisingly good. Many people were trying to find out information about him, a mysterious model, and wanted to poach someone to recruit him to his studio.

……

After accompanying Wu Qiulian to buy daily necessities, Bai Jiu went back to the house and lay down. After carrying the bag for a day, it seemed that the wound on his right shoulder was pulled, and it felt a little painful.

Wu Qiulian was busy in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring.

Bai Jiu probed and asked, "Who?"

Wu Qiulian shook her head: "I don't know, I'll go and have a look."

Opening the door, a strange man wearing glasses stood outside.

Wu Qiulian was a little surprised: "You are?"

The man smiled: "Hello, I am a resident upstairs, my name is Mao Zhiye, I heard there has been movement downstairs today, I want to ask if you just moved in?"

Wu Qiulian hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"

"No," Mao Zhiping waved his hand, "It's just that my nephew was sleeping in the house, and he said there was a sound downstairs, so I'll come and take a look."

Wu Qiulian was a little embarrassed immediately: "That still bothered you, I'm really sorry."

Mao Zhiping spoke very slowly and politely. Hearing Wu Qiulian kept apologizing, he felt a little embarrassed, and stretched out a hand to shake hands: "You are welcome, we will be neighbors in the future, if you need my help, Just say it."

Wu Qiulian hurriedly wiped off the water from her hands on her apron, and shook hands with him: "Thank you, thank you."

……

Bai Jiu heard movement at the door, got up and walked over: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Wu Qiulian closed the door, "The residents upstairs, it's a bit noisy when we move today, he came down to ask."

"...Oh," Bai Jiu nodded, "Say sorry to him."

"I've said it," Wu Qiulian looked back at him, suddenly a little surprised, "What's wrong? Your shoulder hurts again?"

Bai Jiu rubbed his shoulders: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt very much, I have to go to sleep for a while."

Wu Qiulian hurriedly asked Bai Jiu to go back to the room, and brought some ointment to apply to him.

Bai Jiu refused with a smile, telling her to go to rest quickly.

Wu Qiulian couldn't resist him, she sighed, her eye circles were a little red again: "Then be careful, if it still hurts, tell me, let's go to the hospital."

"Ah."

……

As night fell, the neighborhood became quiet.

Bai Jiu opened his eyes, feeling a little pain in his shoulders, so he simply sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and looked at the room with the moonlight coming in from the window.

Although it was a completely unfamiliar environment, but for some reason, Bai Jiu actually felt very at ease.

The sense of oppression and danger that had always lingered around him in the past was gone, as if they were left behind in City Z after they left.

Bai Jiu pressed the phone to turn it on, and Ji Jiang's unread text messages for a few days were displayed on the screen.

"How's your new home?"

"Does the wound still hurt?"

"take care of yourself."

Bai Jiu had a disgusted expression on his face.

Why does this person speak in such a tone, as if he is a child who doesn't understand anything, and he is already thirty or forty years old?

But... To be honest, without Ji Jiang around to talk about this and that, I suddenly miss him a lot.

Bai Jiu looked at the call interface, a little hesitant to make a call.

What did you call?

I'm fine?

……

Bai Jiu struggled for a while, but still lay down.

Who knew the phone rang suddenly.