The president is committing suicide

Uncle Daping's cooking skills have improved again, and he can't help but smile.

"What's so happy about? Did I miss something good?" Ding Jiaying drank her after-dinner coffee and ate dessert.

Every time she is here, she feels very relaxed.

Qiao Shen came over quietly and said, "Uncle Daping is going to be a father."

"This is good news. Why hide it?" Ding Jiaying wanted to stand up and congratulate him immediately.

"I'm an old man, too shy." Qiao Shen shook his head, "I'm afraid people will say that he's too old and still..."

"I thought he was fearless." Ding Jiaying recalled that he took them to the Gobi Desert in the northwest and felt as heroic as if he were going home.

He ate meat and drank wine with the people there, danced and sang, slept in the open air, worked on the riverbank with a pickaxe, bargained with people in the market, and dared to argue with those who were trying to cheat even if they were carrying a knife.

"He was mainly afraid that his lovely wife would be talked about by others for marrying an old man and having a child."

Only then did Ding Jiaying realize the delicacy of Uncle Daping, this rough old man.

Uncle Daping settled his wife down and came out to drink coffee with them.

Seeing them smiling at him, he wiped his face unconsciously: "What's on my face?"

"Yes." Ding Jiaying wanted to tease him.

Qiao Shen looked at it again in confusion.

"What is it?" Uncle Daping asked Qiao Shen to take it down for him.

Ding Jiaying showed her big teeth and said calmly: "So much happiness is on your face."

Uncle Daping laughed: "You know how to joke now, not bad."

Ding Jiaying, who had started traveling with him, seemed like a sponge soaked in sadness and despair. Even the smile on her face was forced, let alone a sincere joke.

After the three of them chatted, Ding Jiaying and Qiao Shen said goodbye to Uncle Daping.

Walking through Xueye Lane, you can see that some of the demolished houses have lost their roofs.

"Will this place also be demolished and disappear?" Time does not give people many opportunities to reminisce. Ding Jiaying suddenly realized that she had many memories here.

Maybe it’s because of the friends and stories here that I have developed feelings for this place.

"Not now, but I don't know about the future." Qiao Shen could see her reluctance.

"Will Uncle Daping move away?"

"Probably not for now. After all, Little Pomegranate hasn't graduated yet."

She thought Qiao Shen would say that Uncle Daping would not be willing to leave this place, but it turned out to be such a mundane reason.

But, isn't life just a big mundane thing?

"With a shop and people living here, it will soon be crowded. As the landlord, you will move out before the demolition starts." Ding Jiaying nodded and continued with what Qiao Shen said.

"I can't make the decision now. The owner of this house is Uncle Daping now." Qiao Shen walked to the car and opened the door. "I remember telling you, have you forgotten?"

"Didn't you say this house is very important to you?" Ding Jiaying sat down.

"It used to be important. It's not important now."

Qiao Shen started the car, and Ding Jiaying looked at his profile. The light and shadow passed over each of Qiao Shen's faces, and they were different.

Yes, it was important in the past, but not anymore.

Ding Jiaying chewed over these words in her heart. The past was like a house that had been demolished and a house that was about to be demolished. If it was destined to be lost, then don't be hard-pressed to let it go.

When I woke up the next day, there was no one at the door and breakfast was quietly hanging on the hook at the door.

Ding Jiaying didn't know when a hook for hanging things appeared at her door, and it was in the shape of a childish dog.

After having breakfast and going out, I don’t know if the driver of the car behind me was also suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning, as he actually rear-ended the car while waiting at a red light.

Ding Jiaying was covered in cold sweat and was still frightened, so she lay on the steering wheel and dared not move.

The driver of the car behind me came up and knocked on the window to ask about the situation: "Excuse me, are you okay? Should we go to the hospital?"

There was a strange sound in her ears. Ding Jiaying stared blankly at the driver's opening and closing mouth, not understanding what he said.

The person outside became more and more anxious as he spoke, and pointed his finger at the car window several times.

She pressed the window button in a daze.

The fresh air made people feel a little more comfortable and their minds gradually calmed down.

"Are you okay?" I don't know how many times the person on the other end has said this, and he also said sorry.

Ding Jiaying lowered her head and shook her head.

"I'm really sorry, we can settle it privately and use the insurance, it depends on what you say. But we'd better go to the hospital and we'll pay for the medical expenses..."

When the person opposite saw Ding Jiaying's face clearly, his eyes widened in surprise, and his gesturing hands also became quiet.

Ding Jiaying looked at the person opposite her and seemed to know her. She stared at his face and thought seriously.

He looked at the well-mannered girl next to him, as if he had never seen her before.

The girl's expression suddenly turned grim, and she took the man's arm and said, "Do you know each other?"

The man quickly explained: "No, this belongs to Mr. Shen..."

He chose to whisper the last few words in the girl's ear.

The girl's expression of sudden enlightenment made Ding Jiaying frown slightly.

"Doctor Liu? Changed your girlfriend?"

While comforting the girl next to him, Liu Zhihu expressed his helplessness to Ding Jiaying: "I have always had this girlfriend, it's just that you haven't met Miss Ding. Don't say anything that will cause misunderstanding."

He was scared by the rear-end collision and was just doing it on purpose.

Doctor Liu warned himself to be patient, after all, if Shen Cong knew about it, he would not let him go.

"It's rush hour now, how about we take a picture for record and go to the hospital to show it to you first?"

The cars behind were stuck in a lane and some impatient drivers were honking their horns angrily.

"I'm fine. Let's take pictures and claim the insurance. I won't go to the hospital."

Ding Jiaying didn't want to get involved and didn't want to have much contact with Dr. Liu.

Dr. Liu, who saved the dying and the wounded, was indebted to him, but he and Shen Cong had a very close relationship.

Liu Zhihu knew that there was a conspiracy between him and Shen Cong, and he could not be calm in front of Ding Jiaying.

Thus, the accident was handled very smoothly and smooth traffic flow was restored during the morning rush hour.

The two cars went onto the elevated road and shared a section of the road before going their separate ways.

"The lady's hand seemed to be injured just now. Is it really okay?" The girlfriend asked Dr. Liu with some concern.

He also noticed that her forehead was a little scratched and her wrist seemed to be a little painful, so she must have some problems. But she obviously didn't want anyone to ask more questions, especially him.

"It's okay. She said she would handle it herself."

Ding Jiaying probably didn't want to see herself for even a second longer.

"Will there be no problems later?" She was often worried when she saw people on TV saying they were fine but later discovered that their injuries had worsened.

Liu Zhihu held his girlfriend's hand tightly: "It's okay. I'm a doctor, and I just evaluated it. It shouldn't be a big deal. And she's not the kind of person who would find fault."

"Are you so confident in her character?"

"She may look a little cold, but she has a good heart."

"Look at how you praise me." The girl gave him a sidelong glance.

"Did you misunderstand that there was something going on between her and me just now? I smelled that jealousy." Dr. Liu said cheerfully.

"Are you happy? I've been jealous of you for eight hundred years. Is that worth one week of yours?"

His girlfriend's rare coquettishness made him even happier, and he gave her a kiss directly on her hand.