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Jiang Miao's plan didn't come true that night.

After answering Jiang Ze'an's call, he suppressed the ups and downs in his heart and sat down to read a book.

I was worried that I would not be able to see it.

The result was a strong drowsiness, and he didn't remember how he fell asleep on the table.

When I was woken up by the ringtone of the mobile phone, I only felt sore from my neck to my shoulders, and I was dazed for a while before I took the mobile phone.

It shows an unfamiliar number.

Jiang Miao subconsciously swiped her finger to answer the phone.

"...Hi, is that Jiang Miao?"

Jiang Miao wanted to say "um", but she didn't make a sound. She quickly sat up straight, coughed and cleared her throat, and then said, "I am."

"Are you asleep? Did it wake you up?"

Jiang Miao looked at the phone and was sure it was an unfamiliar number.

Strange, what happened to the feeling of care and closeness that came over the phone?

He said, "No, who are you?"

There was silence for a few seconds, and he asked him back: "Wu Xia, is that your friend?"

"Huh?" Jiang Miao was stunned for a moment, and finally regained consciousness, "Yes, what's wrong with him?"

"He... is drunk, come and pick him up. I'll send you the address. "

Jiang Miao hurriedly changed her clothes, grabbed her cell phone and ran outside, before going out, rushed into the house and grabbed her wallet and stuffed it into her pocket.

He had never seen the address on the text message, so he ran downstairs to stop the car on the side of the street.

My mind is in a mess.

He glanced at the time on his phone. It has only been three hours since Wu Xia left the house.

Already drunk enough to need help from a stranger to call for help?

Jiang Miao was still thinking in a trance when she got in the taxi.

The voice on the other end of the phone was strangely familiar.

When we arrived, it was a bar as expected.

Before going in, Jiang Miao took out a mask from his pocket and put it on.

After entering, Jiang Miao glanced at the maze-like hall, but did not see Wu Xia.

I had no choice but to ask the bar, the bartender didn't know, so a bartender came over and took Jiang Miao inside.

Through a winding and dark corridor, came to a closed door.

There is a sign on the door, "Office".

Jiang Miao felt inexplicably tense.

The bartender knocked on the door, and after waiting for an answer, he opened the door and invited Jiang Miao in, then closed the door and left.

The room was very bright, and several people sitting on the sofa looked over.

The only one with his head down was Wu Xia.

Jiang Miao glanced at him who was sitting alone on the single sofa, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no injury on the face, and the clothes are intact, which is fine.

She just lowered her head and didn't look at him, wondering if she was too drunk to fall asleep.

Looking over again, the one sitting on the three-person sofa opposite...

Neuropathy?

Jiang Miao couldn't control the first reaction in her mind.

The one Wu Xia called "crazy" was wearing an expensive suit, and the red wine stains on his chest were particularly eye-catching.

The one who sat was also very "dandy", with his legs crossed, a cigarette in his mouth, and he didn't look at him. He propped his arms on the armrest of the sofa and supported his head, and turned to look at Wu Xia.

There is still a smile on the corner of the mouth.

Unable to figure out what was going on for a while, Jiang Miao didn't bother to think about it, and then looked to the side, stunned.

Luo Yuchuan nodded slightly to him, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Thinking of the phone call just now, Jiang Miao realized that it was him.

"Are you his friend?"

The one sitting on the other armchair asked.

Jiang Miao looked at him.

A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looks quite gentle.

"I am." Jiang Miao nodded.

Song Zhe held a cigarette in his hand, took a puff, and pointed at Qiao Ruige: "He splashed my friend like this, should there be an explanation?"

Jiang Miao exhaled lightly.

Even though he was wearing a mask, the smell of smoke in the room still made him a little uncomfortable.

He didn't answer Song Zhe, walked up to Wu Xia, bent down and patted him: "Wu Xia, how are you?"

When he got closer, he could smell the strong smell of alcohol on Wu Xia's body.

How much did you drink?

Wu Xia slowly raised her head, squinted her eyes slightly to look at him for a while, smiled at him, and answered irrelevantly: "My phone is broken."

Jiang Miao frowned.

Wu Xia was smiling, but Jiang Miao could tell that he was in a bad mood.

Very depressed and irritable, although he tried his best to suppress it.

Jiang Miao squatted down: "Are you okay?"

"What's the matter with him, he's drunk and drunk," Song Zhe's voice came, "You see Qiao Ershao's body? Not only did he pour wine all over Qiao Ershao's body, but he also knocked me outside just now. If the second young master Qiao hadn't blocked the two stations, I would have called the police just now."

"Sorry," Jiang Miao turned to look at him, and then at Wu Xia, "I want to hear what my friend has to say."

Luo Yuchuan glanced at him quickly.

Song Zhe was stunned, and went to see Qiao Ruige.

Qiao Ruige leisurely smoked a cigarette, smiled slightly, and did not express anything.

Jiang Miao put her hand on Wu Xia's shoulder lightly: "Is there any discomfort? Are you injured?"

"Hey!" Song Zhe yelled, as if laughing angrily, "Joe, did you hear that? This is going to bite back."

"Since you said that the scene was turned upside down, I must know if my friend was injured." Jiang Miao said lightly.

The room seemed suddenly quieter.

After a while, I heard Wu Xia say: "I'm not hurt. I didn't make trouble."

"Don't open your eyes and talk nonsense," Song Zhe pointed at Qiao Ruige, "With just this body, there are no less than ten witnesses watching you throw it on him, not counting the fists and kicks you greeted him. When you do it It's so cruel, now you're too scared to admit it?"

"puff."

It was Qiao Ruige who laughed, he pinched the cigarette in his hand, and said with a smile: "Why do you say that, I'm so useless, I was splashed with wine and beaten, don't talk about it, I listen It's embarrassing."

Song Zhe was stunned for a moment, pointed at Qiao Ruige and scolded with a smile: "Fuck, I'm helping you vent your anger, you despise me now."

Qiao Ruige patted Luo Yuchuan on the shoulder, pointed at Song Zhe: "Stupid."

Song Zhe picked up a pack of cigarettes and threw it over.

The two quarreled by themselves, seeming to have ignored Jiang Miao and Wu Xia.

Luo Yuchuan didn't laugh with them.

He looked at Jiang Miao.

Jiang Miao leaned into Wu Xia's ear and didn't know what he was talking about, but Wu Xia shook his head and nodded again.

Luo Yuchuan's eyes darkened.

He was not feeling well.

Or rather, uncomfortable.

He turned to Qiao Ruige and said, "Since you are fine, why don't you let him go."

Qiao Ruige was stunned, but Song Zhe waved his hand: "It's nothing, don't worry about anything else, I have to pay for this clothes."

Jiang Miao stood up, and he glanced at Luo Yuchuan.

He hadn't taken off his mask since he entered the room, only a small portion of his straight nose and clear eyes were exposed, which coincided with Luo Yuchuan's.

Luo Yuchuan was shaken by the clarity.

There seems to be a sense of gratitude in it?

Luo Yuchuan suddenly felt ashamed.

He did nothing at all, what is there to be grateful for?

"Sir," Jiang Miao looked at Qiao Ruige with a sincere attitude, "We can compensate you for the laundry expenses..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Ruige waved his hands impatiently: "Wash what, don't need it."

Jiang Miao was a little nervous.

He could tell that the red wine stains couldn't be washed at first glance, and the suit was ruined, but he could also tell that Wu Xia couldn't afford to pay for this suit.

Qiao Ruige waved his hand again: "There is no need for him to pay."

Jiang Miao was stunned.

Qiao Ruige looked at Wu Xia, with a half-smile: "As long as he is happy, he can splash it as many times as he wants."

Jiang Miao quickly looked down at Wu Xia.

Wu Xia looked down at the floor in front of him, with no expression on his face, but Jiang Miao could feel that the gloomy and irritable breath on him was more obvious than before.

Something must have happened between him and the Second Young Master Qiao.Jiang Miao thought.

Jiang Miao looked at Qiao Ruige again: "Then, can I take him away?"

Qiao Ruige nodded: "How about I send you off?"

"No, thanks."

Song Zhe was unconvinced: "Just leave like this? I'm sorry, there is no one?"

Wu Xia, who had been silent all this time, raised his head and looked at Qiao Ruige coldly.

Qiao Ruige winked at him: "No need."

When walking out of the bar, Wu Xia only needed Jiang Miaoxu's support to keep her back straight, and when she walked out of the bar, she could no longer do so.

As soon as his legs gave way, he fell on Jiang Miao.

Jiang Miao quickly hugged him, dragged him to the flower bed by the side of the road and sat down.

The smell of alcohol on Wu Xia's body became stronger and stronger, as if the pores of his whole body were emitting alcohol to his heart's content.

Jiang Miao took off her mask and took a deep breath.

The smell of smoke inside made him uncomfortable, and now Wu Xia's body smelled of alcohol also made it difficult for him.

"How much did you drink?"

Jiang Miao was terrified in her heart. She drank like this, fearing that she would be sent to the hospital for gastric lavage.

Wu Xia propped his hands on the flower bed, as if this would keep him from tipping over, but the truth was that he couldn't get up by leaning on Jiang Miao.

"Do you feel bad? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Jiang Miao carefully supported him, while looking at the street to see if he could stop the car.

"No...not going to the hospital."

Wu Xia closed her eyes, her voice was weak, and her face was pale.

There are no taxis on the street at the moment.

Jiang Miao supported Wu Miao, and took out his mobile phone with his free hand to call Didi.

Luo Yuchuan lit a cigarette as he walked out of the bar.

Today, Qiao Ruige invited him to talk to Song Zhe about building his own villa.

Song Zhe is the friend who wants to build a villa in the mountains and the owner of this bar.

Unexpectedly, while he was chatting with Song Zhe in the office, the bartender over there came to report that Young Master Qiao had a fight with someone outside.

Going out to see, Qiao Ershao didn't fight with someone, but was pushed on the sofa and beaten.

Two small tables were turned over next to it, and the ground was a mess.

Song Zhe quickly asked someone to go up and pull him away, and helped Qiao Ruige up.

Luo Yuchuan wasn't worried at that time, he knew that Qiao Ruige had practiced it, and it looked like he was being beaten, but in fact it didn't matter at all.

What's more, the person who beat him seemed to be drunk, and his subordinates were energetic but not sure.

Qiao Ruige smiled and grabbed his hand to hide.

After being pulled away, the man grabbed another glass of red wine and poured it all over Qiao Ruige.

It was only then that Luo Yuchuan recognized the "lipstick boy" who beat him up.

Song Zhe over there yelled to call the police.

Qiao Ruige stopped him: "Why call the police, it's just a joke."

After "inviting" Wu Xia into the office, Song Zhe asked him to call a friend to handle it.

Wu Xia's cell phone was broken at some point, and the address book could not be dialed out.

So Luo Yuchuan helped make the call.

The word "Jiang Miao" in the address book stunned him for several seconds.

After leaving the bar, Luo Yuchuan saw two people waiting for a car in a flower bed on the street.

Jiang Miao stood and looked towards the street, holding Wu Xia's shoulders with both hands.

Wu Xia sat with her head down, leaning against Jiang Miao's chest.

The picture is quite harmonious.

Luo Yuchuan felt more uncomfortable in his heart.

He thought that the relationship between the two of them might be much, much closer than he had imagined.

At least it is a relationship that can be called to take care of at any time when drunk.

He lowered his head and took a drag on his cigarette.

Slowly exhale the smoke.

The tightness in the chest was not less than half.

Luo Yuchuan looked up again.

It could be seen that they were waiting for the bus.

Luo Yuchuan thought he could see them off, but he drove and didn't drink.

But he is hesitating.

Smoked again.

Just when Luo Yuchuan made up his mind and took two steps forward, Jiang Miaoyue's car arrived.

Luo Yuchuan watched helplessly as Jiang Miao helped Wu Xia into the car, closed the door, and the car drove away.

An unbearable annoyance welled up in my heart.

He knew what he was hesitating, and he knew what he was upset about.

This sobriety made him extremely restless.

The remaining half of the cigarette was thrown on the ground, and he stretched his feet and walked around.

Luo Yuchuan stared down at the half-shattered cigarette for a while, bent down to pick it up, and threw it into the trash can next to it.

It's even more ridiculous to vent your anger, isn't it?

Jiang Miao has absolutely no experience in taking care of drunk people.

Fortunately, Wu Xia didn't make trouble or vomit, and when he got home, he threw himself on the bed as if he had fallen asleep.

Jiang Miao helped him take off his shoes, and took off the tight-fitting black suit.

The black skinny jeans are really hard to pick up, so I just give up.

After rubbing a hot towel to wipe Wu Xia's face, Wu Xia kept her eyes closed and remained silent.

Covered him with a quilt, turned off the lights, and was closing the door when Wu Xia said softly, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Miao stood for a while and said, "It's okay."

Luo Yuchuan took advantage of one more day off to go back to Z University to get information for Yuan Kuohai.

The preparatory activities for Z University's school celebrations have started one after another.

He didn't drive, he rode a bicycle and wandered across the campus to Yuan Kuohai's office.

Along the way, I saw school celebration banners hanging up in various departments.

It seems to be a cosplay club rehearsing in costumes on the playground.

It could also be an esports club.

Luo Yuchuan guessed.

When he was in college, he didn't join any clubs.

I don't even know the market for the clubs that are now blooming with a hundred flowers.

However, Z University has always been relatively open to this type of student organization, and it doesn't seem strange to have any clubs.

After turning around the complex building and going forward a few hundred meters, you can reach Yuan Kuohai's office, but Luo Yuchuan stopped.

He made way for a group of students carrying the completed exhibition boards into the building.

It seems to belong to a photography agency, and all the photographic works are pasted on the display board.

Luo Yuchuan took a few random glances, and when he glanced at a photo, he froze.

The post-it note under the photo prints the photographer's department, class and name.

This one has only one name, so it is particularly obvious.

Jiang Miao.

Luo Yuchuan was surprised to see Jiang Miao's name here.

Wanting to see more clearly, the display board has already been carried into the building.

Luo Yuchuan didn't hesitate any longer, parked his bicycle aside, and entered the building.

Followed up to the second floor.

While going upstairs, Luo Yuchuan was belatedly surprised by his own recklessness.

It's just a name, so he followed up regardless.

How can there be such a coincidence?

However, you always have to figure it out before you can feel at ease.

But I didn't think about it, so what if it was, and what if it wasn't.

The exhibition hall on the second floor has not been set up yet, and some works are hung around it. Several partitions have been made in the hollow area of ​​the exhibition hall, and the students who just came up are hanging display boards on it.

The display board with the name "Jiang Miao" has been placed somewhere.

Luo Yuchuan had no choice but to look for the roughly similar board from memory. A student next to him saw him and walked towards him.

When setting up the exhibition, I hope to maintain a sense of mystery, and I don’t want outsiders to disturb my work. In short, this student wants to ask Luo Yuchuan to leave politely. When I get closer to see his appearance, I am stunned for a moment, but respectful "Hello senior."

Luo Yuchuan looked at him, he didn't recognize a junior wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Actually called senior instead of teacher?Luo Yuchuan didn't know whether he should be happy about his "tender face" or worry about his immaturity.

However, the junior didn't give him too much time to guess, and gave him the answer directly.

"I'm Teacher Yuan's student."

It turned out to be the case.

Probably the old man mentioned it when he recalled the past to them, or he saw it when he came to school to look for the old man.It doesn't matter right now.

The junior asked: "Senior, we haven't finished the exhibition yet, but if you want to see..."

The implication is that you watch quietly, and we pretend we haven't seen you.

However, Luo Yuchuan's goal is not for the film festival.

He asked: "I saw an acquaintance's name on your exhibition board just now, I wonder if I read it wrong."

"Oh? Who?"

"Jiang Miao."

I thought my junior would think about it for a while, but I didn't expect my junior to clap his hands: "I know."

Led by his junior to the display board that had already been hung, Luo Yuchuan reconfirmed the name printed on the sticky note.

By the way, I paid attention to that work.

It was a group of girls sitting around on the grass playing and singing.

The sun is just right, the girls' dresses are bright, and there are carefree smiles on their faces.

Unstoppable youth.

The junior sighed on the side: "Senior Jiang took this picture very well. The light and shadow and the dynamic expressions of the characters are all captured very beautifully. I wanted to learn more from him, but it's a pity, alas."

"What's up with him?"

"Eh? Senior, don't you know?"

At this moment, Luo Yuchuan felt some subtle embarrassment, but fortunately, his handsome face was like an iceberg for thousands of years, and outsiders only regarded it as prudent.

He asked again: "What happened to him?"

The junior replied honestly: "He dropped out of school."

Luo Yuchuan never expected this answer.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "Actually, I'm not sure if it's the friend I know, maybe it's just the same name."

The younger brother kindly reminded: "Senior Jiang is from the Department of Economics and Management."

My heart is full of doubts, your friend, you don't know that he dropped out of school, and you don't understand the situation?

Luo Yuchuan calmly looked at his senior brother: "Oh."

The student has some headaches.

Fortunately, his brain turned quickly, and he immediately said: "Remember, the photography club takes group photos every session, um, hang them over there."

The student's direction was very clear, and Luo Yuchuan found the display board without much trouble.

The time is posted under the group photo to show which session it is.

However, Luo Yuchuan didn't have the nerve to ask his junior which class he was in, so he could only look and search one by one.

Fortunately, there were not too many group photos.

Z University’s 90th anniversary celebration, the photography club only took more than 30 photos, really not many...

The size of the group photo cannot be considered small, 12 inches smaller, the size of A4 paper.

It's just that the full-body portraits of more than a dozen or twenty people are squeezed into this size, which is a bit of a test of eyesight.

Luo Yuchuan thought he had good eyesight.

He stopped in front of a group photo on the right side of the exhibition board.

In the photo, it was Jiang Miao who was wearing a white T-shirt uniformly issued by the photography agency, with one leg bent, sitting on the rock in the lower right corner.

Smiling happily for the camera.

Luo Yuchuan held his breath.