After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

The surgery is scheduled for the day after tomorrow.

The night before the operation, Bo Hanshi made an appointment with Jiang Yuchuan to meet at a pub on Qinye Road.

This is an old store. It has been open for decades on this bustling little street. Business has been neither too good nor too bad, and it has remained the same for decades.

When Bo Hanshi and the other two had just started their business together, SY's initial company address was in a commercial building at the very end of this street. It wasn't a very bright and glamorous building, nor did they own the entire building. They only rented one floor, and the storefront could only be described as clean and bright.

At that time, they often finished work and came to the tavern to sit at the table by the window, drink some wine, look at the bustling world outside the window, and imagine the future.

Bo Hanshi arrived at the tavern first, and he sat in the seat he often sat in the past.

The owner of this tavern is surnamed Gao. He knows Bo Hanshi and has some friendship with him.

When the three of them started their business, they often came to this small shop to drink. After they became familiar with each other, the boss would always give them a portion of peanuts. However, they were just casual acquaintances and nodding acquaintances.

Later, as transportation and the Internet became faster, people became more impatient, and the surrounding shops were closed, transferred, or transformed.

Only this tavern remains the same, neither an internet celebrity nor a fast food restaurant. Over time, it was difficult to operate for a few years.

Bo Hanshi reached out and invested a small sum of money. In fact, that money was not even pocket money for Bo Hanshi today, but for this tavern, it was a life-saving grace.

The boss, Lao Gao, is a man in his fifties with slightly gray hair at the temples, a peaceful face, a gentle, modest and slow-to-warm-up personality, and looks very refined.

When he was young, he was somewhat similar to Jiang Yuchuan of the past.

Bo Hanshi ordered some wine as usual, and the boss Lao Gao also brought over some peanuts and side dishes as usual.

Seeing him sitting here alone for quite a while, looking out the window, I couldn't help but ask, "Boss Bo, do you have an appointment today?"

The street outside the window was filled with dim light and a drizzling autumn rain was falling outside.

He looked at his watch several times, but the person he was waiting for never showed up.

Lao Gao asked: "Is he a client or a friend?"

Bo Hanshi did not hide it, "He is an old friend, you know him too."

Lao Gao pondered and said, "Let me guess who it is. It's definitely not Mr. Lu."

Bo Hanshi poured himself a glass of wine and said with a faint smile, "Why are you so sure?"

Lao Gao laughed, "Boss Lu is always in a hurry. If he had made an appointment with you, he would definitely come faster than you. If you didn't show up within ten minutes, he would call you to urge you. But Boss Bo, you have been sitting here waiting for an hour, and you didn't call to urge the other party, and the other party didn't call you either, which means that they have a tacit understanding. Boss Jiang, right?"

Bo Hanshi picked up the small blue and white porcelain wine glass, took a sip and said, "You guessed it right. Let's order another serving of braised beef in soy sauce."

"Yeah, okay. I remember Mr. Jiang loves my braised beef the most."

Bo Hanshi stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips and smiled: "I remember that too."

Lao Gao brought up a plate of braised beef in soy sauce from the kitchen. Bo Hanshi finished a glass of wine and waited for a while, but the figure never appeared on the street in the rain.

Lao Gao tried to make amends by saying, "It was probably raining, so there was a traffic jam on the road."

Bo Hanshi picked up the coat he had taken off, casually put it on his arm, and was about to stand up: "He shouldn't be coming, let's pay the bill."

Just as Bo Hanshi was standing at the counter with his back to the entrance of the pub, preparing to pay the bill, Lao Gao's eyes lit up as he looked at the door: "Boss Bo, Boss Jiang is here."

Bo Hanshi's eyes paused slightly and he turned his head to look over.

Jiang Yuchuan happened to push the door open in the rain. He was wearing a light-colored windbreaker, and a little rain fell on his shoulders. When the slight chill passed, he sat down in his old seat and said to the boss, "Lao Gao, bring another bottle of wine, white wine."

He sat down and said nothing, pouring himself three cups of wine.

Bo Hanshi sat back down beside him and said, "I thought you weren't coming."

Jiang Yuchuan snorted contemptuously: "Tomorrow I will donate bone marrow to your son. Aren't you just afraid that I will run away? Tell me, what benefits are you going to give me to tempt me? You can give me your wife, so why don't you give me the group too?"

His words were harsh, very harsh to the ears.

Bo Hanshi naturally couldn't stand this temper. He picked up a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, and responded coldly: "If you came to the appointment just to say this, then I would rather you break the appointment."

"Why, you can't stand hearing these unpleasant words? That's right, you're just like Lu Zhilu, you always like others to give in to you, you're used to being in a high position, once others don't give in to you, you're naturally unhappy. But what can I do, Bo Hanshi, you need me now, so just endure the feeling of being in a high position, after all, an ambitious person like you doesn't have many chances to be in a high position."

Bo Hanshi threw the wine glass heavily on the table, and the remaining trace of wine in it splashed out. He held the wine glass, and the veins on the back of his hand were obvious because of the force.

There was anger in his eyes, but he was very restrained: "You feel that in our relationship of more than ten years, you, Jiang Yuchuan, have always been the inferior who has to swallow your anger. It's very uncomfortable, right?"

Jiang Yuchuan looked at the drizzle of rain outside the window and smiled dejectedly: "Isn't it? Am I your brother? I am just your fucking dog. You and Lu Zhilu never looked at me straight in the eye when I was in Bo Hanshi. You killed my own sister without even saying hello to me, and Lu Zhilu even beat me up for it. Yes, I didn't take good care of my sister. It's my fault. It's all my fucking fault. I was the one who lost my own sister. Even if she was wrong, why are you so cruel?"

His voice was low and soft, but every word was spoken between his teeth.

Bo Hanshi was silent for a few seconds, then said in a deep voice: "If it's Jiang Wan's fault, then I did go too far. You can retaliate against me however you want. But don't bully Qiao Yu. She doesn't owe you anything."

Jiang Yuchuan looked stubborn and said sternly, "Qiao Yu is my wife now. You are just her ex-husband. You have no right to teach me how to treat her."

薄寒时捏着指骨，气的太阳穴直跳，差点要揍他，最终只恶狠狠回击了一句：“活该没人爱。你就是把乔予绑在身边一百年，你这副样子，她也不会正眼看你一眼。”

Jiang Yuchuan snorted and laughed: "No matter how good I am to her, she won't even look at me. This is her problem, not mine."

Bo Hanshi raised his head and drank a glass of wine, and his anger subsided a little after hearing this.

This is indeed true.

It’s not Jiang Yuchuan’s problem that Qiao Yu doesn’t love Jiang Yuchuan.

Bo Hanshi took out a business card, pushed it across the table to him, and said calmly, "I didn't come here to argue with you about this. You should also know that your memory has been tampered with. This psychologist is an expert in hypnosis and memory restoration. If you want to remember the past completely, you can find her. She's one of us."

Jiang Yuchuan sneered: "Your people are not mine. Who knows if you will take the opportunity to tamper with my memory and make me forget that you are the murderer of my sister?"

Bo Hanshi sneered angrily and said to him, "You did remind me. You'd better not go. Don't let me catch you, or I will really do it."

"..."

Jiang Yuchuan bit his cheek and said, "You want me to recover my memory, just to take advantage of my soft-heartedness to donate bone marrow to your son. I have already agreed, so there is no need for you to beat around the bush."

Bo Hanshi's fingers made a slight sound when they were pinched. "Jiang Yuchuan, have you been hypnotized and your brain has been damaged? Or is your mouth poisoned and you always speak without thinking?"

"People get corrupted by the company of bad people. Do you think you are not poisonous when you are in the cold?"

Bo Hanshi sat there and sighed. He was too disdainful to explain, but he finally said, "Song Huai called me this morning and told me that he has developed a new special medicine that will soon pass the test and can relieve acute leukemia. In other words, even if you don't donate bone marrow, I still have time to search the world for fully matched bone marrow. As for tomorrow's surgery, you can come or not, and donate or not."

After saying that, Bo Hanshi picked up the black windbreaker hanging on the back of the chair and left with a sullen face.

Jiang Yuchuan clenched his fist and drank all the wine in the glass. He looked at the wine splashing on the table with a sullen face, and suddenly remembered something that happened many years ago...

That year, they just started their business.

As a representative of the company, he went to follow up with a big client. The client was quite tricky. Seeing that he was a rookie and easy to bully, he asked him to drink. He drank half a pound, but the progress was still not moving forward.

The client kept him hooked and playing tricks on him, using one trick after another.

Even honest people have tempers. He was probably young and frivolous at the time, and he didn't have enough patience. He said to the other party in a light tone, "Forget it if you don't want to sign."

As it turned out, the customer was a black glove, with a bad temper and was very aggressive. He grabbed his head and pressed it into a plate of salad.

Jiang Yuchuan could no longer remember how he walked out of that private room. It was so humiliating and embarrassing that he didn't want to recall the past at all.

But why did I think of it?

Qiao Yu was right. Bo Hanshi was always the most protective of his people. At that time, he was also on Bo Hanshi's list of people he protected.

When Bo Hanshi knew about this, he took him back to the private room without saying a word, beat the man up severely, and pressed his head into the salad.

The two of them ran out of the club, shaking off the black bodyguards, and ran into a dark alley, panting.

他那会儿整个人都是懵的，后怕无比的问薄寒时：“咱们这样揍了他，回头找咱们算账怎么办？那可是个黑手套。”

Bo Hanshi said: "Black gloves are easier to deal with. We can just collect some evidence and hold it in our hands. Why should we be afraid that he will sue us?"

Jiang Yuchuan said: "Actually he didn't beat me up, I was just a little mad. Did we beat him up a little too hard just now?"

What did Bo Hanshi say at that time?

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes were sharp, and he was particularly protective: "Who told him to bully my brother?"

After saying that, he walked towards the dark alley.

Jiang Yuchuan stood there in a daze for a few seconds.

As if he remembered something, he turned around and told him, "Forget it, you should ask Lao Lu to come with you for the next social event. He is better at socializing than you."

That night, in the dim dark alley, Jiang Yuchuan followed him and walked side by side with him.

They walked side by side in the dim light, their figures trailing one another on the damp and dirty bluestone slabs. The young man was tall and slender, with a proud and unyielding character.

Jiang Yuchuan will always remember that night.