I'm here

"Every street, everyone's mouth, the first sentence of meeting is congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations..."

Classic songs to welcome the new year that have not been changed for a hundred years are played in the supermarket.All the special sales products hanging on the ceiling before have turned into lanterns and blessing characters one by one.

Jiang Chao walked in the midst of joy and seemed a bit out of place by himself.

"Hi, the total here is 30 yuan and [-] cents." The young lady at the cash register also changed into a red dress and said with a smile on her face.

Jiang Chao took money out of his trouser belt for a long time, and finally remembered that he could pay with his mobile phone, so he quickly took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and left the supermarket with his few things.

The air outside the supermarket was much fresher, Jiang Chao took a deep breath, and was about to get rid of the congratulations that filled his head, but the fruit shop next to him started again, "What a winter jasmine, everyone loves it..."

Jiang Chao sighed, and slipped out of the pedestrian street like a thief.

Province R has not yet issued a decree banning fireworks and firecrackers this year, so the streets are filled with a strong smell of firecrackers these days.

Jiang Chao sniffed, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the community with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Mom, I want that sugar painting." Weng Liweng, a little boy dressed like glutinous rice balls, acted like a spoiled child to his mother.

"Go, hurry up, your aunt is waiting," the young woman grabbed the glutinous rice dumpling's hand, "Sugar painting is not tasty, and if you eat too much, you will get angry."

The little boy looked at the bright sugar painting eagerly, but was dragged away by his mother by the hand, turning his head every step of the way.

Jiang Chao looked at him and smiled, and walked to the sugar painting stand involuntarily to buy one.

After buying it, I stared at the big one in my hand—the word Jiang Chao was a bit inexplicable.

The sugar painting master is a middle-aged man, his handwriting is very beautiful, and the sugar is also boiled to a yellowish color, which is not as bad as the brown sugar paintings left over from before.

But it just doesn't feel that way.

Jiang Chao couldn't tell what kind of feeling he felt, but something was missing.

He hesitated again and again, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the sugar painting in his hand for Ye Ye

——Are you still at home?do you want to eat?

I was stunned after sending it, and quickly withdrew it, but it turned out that I had already seen it over there, and replied a message

——I moved back to my grandmother's house, you can eat by yourself.

Jiang Chao felt empty when he saw the message, and his fingertips trembled inexplicably when he wanted to withdraw.

what happened?

Ye Ye felt a sudden sense of relief after replying to the message, a little elated after revenge.

He rubbed his face, and when he was about to review the geography, the phone rang, and when he picked it up, it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hey," Jiang Chao walked to the door and shook out the key to open the door. "Well, I'll be back tomorrow. The train ticket is ready."

"Why don't you come back? Uncle, you didn't even see him." Liu He made a phone call while choosing vegetables.

What he wanted was not to see that matter, Jiang Chao silently complained in his heart, "That can't be helped, I have something to deal with here."

"What's the matter with you as a child?" Liu He frowned, and Lao Jiang's voice came over the phone, "There's a fart, I just don't want to see us, go crazy by myself."

Jiang Chao sighed helplessly, and went in to change his shoes, "I'll be back tomorrow, okay, I'll cook later."

After hastily hung up the phone, Jiang Chao put the tissue paper he bought just now back in the cabinet, went to the kitchen and turned on the gas/gas stove.

After taking it all the way back, the sugar in his hand seemed to be melting now. Jiang Chao looked at it for a long time and couldn't bear to eat it. He wrapped the outer layer of glutinous rice paper back and put the sugar painting in the refrigerator.

The reunions all over the street were completely wasted in Jiang Chao's kitchen.

The porridge in the small pot was gurgling with beige bubbles. Jiang Chao leaned against the wall of the kitchen, playing with his mobile phone boredly, looking at other people's houses, and replying a few words from time to time.

It snowed outside the window at some point, little by little, like longing from afar, dense and continuous.

The brilliance under the street lamps was slowly chopped up, and a layer of blurred filters was added.

Winter is the best time to sleep, but Jiang Chao can't sleep.

It has been about a week since Cui Cui sent the message.Could it be that Pan Linxun really intends to change his mind and start a new life?

If so, everyone is happy, but if not?

The long wait will generate infinite guesses, and what kind of conspiracy lies behind the guesses?

Jiang Chao wrapped the quilt tightly and retracted his feet.

His mind was getting more and more chaotic and groggy, Jiang Chao forced himself to sleep but couldn't fall asleep anyway, the insomnia caught him like a big net that was impenetrable.

No one responded to the thoughts in his head, only his own restlessness.

"Jiang Chao, come here." Ye Ye said with a smile.

He stretched his hands forward, trying to catch the person standing in the light, but his body remained motionless.

"Why don't you come over?" the voice said, with a little coquettishness, "Tanghua is still here, will you eat with me?"

Eat!

He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

Don't!don't go!

The figure in front gradually walked away, his vision became a little blurred, and when he saw it again, a scar appeared in front of his eyes, "Come here, aren't you very capable? I'll throw him down now."

In an instant, the body/bottom turned into a bottomless and turbulent sea, and the voice shouted, "Help me, Jiang Chao! Help me!"

Don't be afraid, don't, I'm coming!

Stepping forward, Lu kept stepping back, Scar smiled wantonly, "He's here with me now! You'll never be able to save him!"

no!Don't!I'm here!

"Don't!" Jiang Chao rolled off the bed with his hands and feet, his heartbeat was not fast enough, he covered his chest/mouth with his hands, "Uh..."

After a few minutes of slowing down, I got a little better, but my palpitations were severe.

Jiang Chao rinsed his mouth with yesterday's water, checked the time on his phone, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

A little dizzy, like a low-grade fever.

Jiang Chao took out two packs of Sanjiu from the small medicine box, and swallowed them with cold water.

The train ticket is at eight o'clock in the evening, because there are too many people going home, so there is only this one left.

Jiang Chao pushed out the suitcase from the cabinet and started to put his clothes. He packed that Ye Ye's shirt in another bag and prepared to put it in the guard room later.

The materials were scattered on the coffee table. Jiang Chao just printed them out a few days ago, and now he has bound them and put them in a sealed bag.

At [-]:[-], Jiang Chao set off from his home. There were no people on the street a few years ago, only a few sanitation workers were still working overtime to clean up the firecracker scraps all over the place.

Jiang Chao dragged his luggage along the street, and the wheels rubbed against the ground making an unpleasant sound.

Turning another street corner ahead, you will arrive at Ye Ye's community, Jiang Chao's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Seeing it, the inside of the security booth was still lit and waiting, Jiang Chao quickened his pace.

The pocket vibrated suddenly, he stopped, took out his mobile phone, Ye Ye's number, Jiang Chao hesitated, and pressed the connection, "Hello?"

"Jiang Chao, are you still at home?!" Ye Ye's voice on the other end of the phone seemed particularly anxious, and the wind was still whistling, as if he was running.

"No, I'm going out." Jiang Chao's voice was still a little rough, "I'm glad you listened to me, I didn't mean to..."

"Where are you now?!" Ye Ye gasped, interrupting Jiang Chao's words.

"I'm in your building..."

The phone was hung up suddenly, and there were chaotic footsteps and a cry of surprise.Ye Ye gripped the phone angrily and cursed.

The train station is crowded with people, and the taxi business is booming. Ye Ye grabbed the taxi regardless, and hurriedly reported the address to the master, without even apologizing to the people who were going to get on the bus before.

"Master, please hurry up! Please!" Ye Ye's voice was trembling.

"Why are you shaking?" Pan Linxun jokingly took a knife and slapped Jiang Chao's face, "Isn't he quite capable before? Huh?"

Jiang Chao's head was in a daze, his legs almost gave way just now, he straightened up desperately, stared at Pan Linxun with his red eyes, "Bah!"

"Yo!" Pan Linxun wiped the saliva from his face, "This mouth smells bad, don't you want to die!"

The voice suddenly increased by an octave, and Pan Linxun kicked Jiang Chao in the stomach with a bang.

"Ahem..." Jiang Chao knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach.

Pan Linxun asked the little brother next to him to support Jiang Chao, pinched his chin and praised him, "If you say you are pretty, why are you not good at learning? Like that Cui or something, that is..."

Jiang Chao suddenly raised his head, and recklessly bumped into Pan Linxun's chin, almost causing him to bite off his tongue.

"Fuck you!" Pan Linxun held his chin and took out the knife.

"Master, can you hurry up!" Ye Ye kept calling Jiang Chao, but no one answered. He seemed anxious now.

"Oh boy, this is already the fastest speed limit during the Spring Festival. I don't want to deduct points and pay a fine. I've finally come out to make money. You can't let me lose money, can you?" the taxi driver was muttering while wearing sunglasses.

Ye Ye gritted his teeth and smashed the seat, and dialed Lao Li's number with one hand.

The author has something to say: I... I didn't mean to get stuck here!

Please give the stupid author a gold medal to avoid death... Let the stupid author take it easy, tidy up the mosquito wings wet with saliva, and take off tomorrow!

Hey hey hey... sorry for laughing JPG

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