[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

In the end, Jiang Wenhao followed Zhitao and the others in a strange way, and he didn't realize until he walked on the familiar road, "Is this the way back to Jiang's house?"

Zhitao didn't hide it from him either, "Yes, I'm currently living in the Jiang family's old house."

The Jiang family's old house is located in the center of the town, covering a large area. Open the door and walk in. It takes a few minutes to walk to the hall, not to mention the winding path. Almost got lost.

These words undoubtedly surprised Jiang Wenhao even more. He widened his eyes and asked in disbelief: "I used to live in Jiang's house too, why have I never seen you before? Did you come here recently?"

Zhitao came back with Jiang Wenhao, and when he heard him ask this question, he didn't know where to start, just when Zhitao was about to speak but stopped, an acquaintance walked up to him.

"Hello, Mr. Zhi." The man greeted them.

Zhitao nodded to him, the man had a kind attitude, and then he spoke to Jiang Wenhao naturally: "Mr. Jiang is back too, long time no see."

"It's been a long time," Jiang Wenhao greeted him, "Where are you going?"

"Just wandering around, there's nothing to go," the man stopped in front of them, looking down at the suitcase, "Mr. Zhi, are you leaving?"

This was completely different from Zhitao's guessed reaction. Even if Jiang Wenhao didn't remember what happened, the townspeople should remember it. After all, there was a lot of noise about Jiang Wenhao's disappearance, so how could they react like this.

Zhitao rested his hands on the cool metal trolley, and his heart became cold, as if being hollowed out by someone's hands, and the wind followed to pour into the empty chest, he was silent for a long time before opening his mouth with difficulty: "You... "

Why don't you find it strange?Why don't you think Jiang Wenhao is back?

He was on the edge of his mouth, but couldn't speak. The other three looked at him with different attitudes, but the one that remained the same was the expression of surprise. The man asked first: "Mr. Zhi, why do you look so bad? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Wenhao also looked at him worriedly, Zhitao's face was white and almost transparent under the sun, reminiscent of soft snow, he wanted to pick it up with joy, but was afraid that it would melt in his hands.

Zhitao took a breath and asked slowly: "Do you know him?"

The man nodded, and said as a matter of course: "I know, he is Mr. Jiang sent by the Jiang family to study."

When he said this, the man seemed to think of something, and acted like he suddenly realized, "Mr. Jiang just came back today. Didn't Mr. Zhi see him before?"

Zhitao really didn't know Mr. Jiang, he only knew Jiang Wenhao, he fell silent when he heard this, and gripped the lever with his fingers so hard that his fingertips were almost white.

Not long ago, the whole town was still looking for Jiang Wenhao, and even attended his funeral, but now Mr. Jiang popped up out of nowhere, and they all thought that Mr. Jiang and Jiang Wenhao were not the same person.

What a strange thing, he thought so, and said coldly: "I haven't seen it before, and how can you be sure that he is Mr. Jiang, not Jiang Wenhao?"

The man scratched his head, "But Jiang Wenhao already..."

Jiang Wenhao is dead.

Zhitao knew what the man was going to say, but he couldn't hear what others said, so he abruptly interrupted the man's words, "If there is nothing else, we will leave first."

Hearing the coldness in his words, Jiang Wenhao turned his head to look at him, Zhitao was looking at the man impatiently, Jiang Wenhao called his name in a low voice when he saw his fidgety look.

Zhitao looked at Jiang Wenhao after hearing the voice, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Jiang Wenhao shook his head slowly.

Seeing Zhitao's face, the man also realized that he had said something wrong, and after a brief farewell, he strolled away again, Zhitao pulled the suitcase and walked forward, asking casually: "You know what I just said Jiang Wenhao?"

Jiang Wenhao said calmly: "I know, we are twins, and he is my brother."

Zhitao looked at Jiang Wenhao in a daze, and asked puzzledly, "You all use the same name?"

Jiang Wenhao didn't find it strange, but asked instead: "Isn't it possible?"

Zhitao dragged the suitcase, and the rollers and the blue floor tiles made rumbling noises. The noise made him upset. He thought that the person in front of him was Jiang Wenhao who had lost his memory, but now he was not sure.

If it was really the same person, how could there be new memories for no reason, and everyone in the town knew that Zhitao watched the townspeople greet Jiang Wenhao, and after Jiang Wenhao finished speaking, he asked softly: "What are you talking about?" How long have you been away?"

Jiang Wenhao returned a specific date, which happened to be the day of Mrs. Jiang's [-]th birthday, and it was also the day when they went to the Jiang family's old house for the first time. Zhitao hummed, and then asked, "Why don't you leave after Mrs. Jiang's birthday is over?" ?”

This time Jiang Wenhao didn't speak for a long time, Zhitao saw that he didn't respond, so he turned his head and urged: "Speak up."

The fragrance of flowers overflowed from his mouth, like crushed petals, which were about to rot, but it was still very fragrant, so fragrant that it made people dizzy and strongly stimulated the sense of smell.

Jiang Wenhao looked at his black and white eyes, dark pupils and hair, and the strong fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose. He was fascinated by this scene, and asked in a daze, "...what?"

Zhitao frowned unhappily, and repeated the question again. This time Jiang Wenhao came to his senses. After thinking for a while, he said: "This is the tradition of the Jiang family. Every time the next head of the family takes the throne, he can ask the current head A request."

Seeing Zhitao's puzzled expression, Jiang Wenhao continued, "For example, my request to Mr. Jiang is to go out for a while, so I'm only coming back now."

Zhitao tilted her head, remembering the conversation between Mr. Jiang and Jiang Wenhao on his birthday, he said thoughtfully, "That's it."

"I have a question," Jiang Wenhao looked at him, encouraging him to continue, Zhitao looked at him, "If the position of Patriarch is to be passed on to the next generation, is this something that must be done? Even if the other party doesn't know?"

"Yes," Jiang Wenhao said, "but the situation you mentioned is relatively rare, because generally both parties need to know, and even other people need to testify."

Zhitao focused on the second half of the sentence, "What do you mean you need someone else to testify? Is this also necessary?"

"This is not necessarily true. In fact, it all depends on the current Patriarch." Jiang Wenhao spread his hands and said helplessly: "Although the family requires this to be done, if the Patriarch is not willing, there is actually no way."

They walked near the mansion, and Zhitao looked at the gate in the distance. There were two copper handles on the dark gate, which were tightly closed, so that outsiders could not peep inside.

The Jiang family is like a huge bag, filled with messy things, they squeeze each other and rot together in the bag, but outsiders only see the luxurious bags and think that the things inside are all good things.

Zhitao smiled when he thought of this description, and felt that his thoughts were very appropriate. After laughing, he called Jiang Wenhao's name very softly, with an inexplicable meaning.

This voice made Jiang Wenhao stop, and his eyes fell on Zhitao. He pulled the suitcase and stopped on the spot, and asked softly, "Are you coming back this time to be the head of the house?"

After seeing Jiang Wenhao nodding, he asked again: "Then what if the previous Patriarch died?"

Jiang Wenhao paused, he heard the meaning of Zhitao's words, and asked in disbelief: "What do you mean by that? Mr. Jiang..."

Zhitao laughed, his smile was full of sarcasm, his eyes fell on Jiang Wenhao, his eyes seemed to be full of lake light, "Yes, they are all dead, so what should I do?"

Both Mr. Jiang and Jiang Wenhao are dead.

Jiang Wenhao didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he could hear Zhitao's sarcasm. In his heart, Mr. Jiang was the elder who brought him up since he was a child. When Zhitao looked at him like this, countless pimples grew in his heart , making him uncomfortable, "Don't say that, you..."

"You..." Jiang Wenhao wanted to educate him, but he couldn't say anything when he looked at Zhitao's eyes. His beautiful eyes were full of tears, and they looked like full dewdrops under the sunlight. They were beautiful but not beautiful. It's fragile.

These eyes made Jiang Wenhao unable to say too much, and finally said tactfully: "It's not good for you to say that."

Zhitao blinked, tears slipped down her chin and fell to the ground, "Why not?"

His voice was soft, and when it landed on the eardrums, it made people feel itchy. Jiang Wenhao was speechless immediately, and the flowers he was holding were moving back and forth between his hands, looking extremely cramped, "After all, Mr. Jiang is my Elder, what you say is like that."

He didn't finish the sentence, as if it would come true when he said it, so he kept silent.

Zhitao didn't have as many scruples as Jiang Wenhao, what's more, he was telling the truth, his sight was an airtight cotton cloth, which tightly covered Jiang Wenhao's mouth and nose, making it difficult for Jiang Wenhao to breathe, his heart beat faster, and his hands and feet couldn't move. stood in front of him in embarrassment.

"What I said is obviously the truth," Zhitao looked at him and asked complainingly, "You don't believe me?"

This seems to be too intimate, Jiang Wenhao thought to himself, since the first time they met, their relationship has been ambiguous. It is clear that Zhitao's relationship between the couple has not been confirmed, but Jiang Wenhao himself believed it.

If someone told him that, although Jiang Wenhao would not laugh at it, he would distance himself and keep a respectful distance from this kind of person, but he couldn't do that when facing Zhitao, so he hesitated and said, "I don't believe it." you."

"Firstly, Mr. Jiang is my elder, so I naturally hope that he is safe and sound. Secondly, I have never received such news, so it is normal to subconsciously retort." Jiang Wenhao said slowly.

Has Mrs. Jiang had an accident?

Jiang Tong, who was standing next to him, looked at the two in confusion, unable to realize what they were talking about. Just when he was about to ask, a menacing sleepiness swept over him, causing him to yawn.

So sleepy, Jiang Tong wanted to hold back the drowsiness, but in the end he couldn't hold on, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

His movements were small and did not attract the attention of the two of them.