encounter island

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Jiang Huaiyu tugged Cen Mo's cheek, pinching her little face until deformed, "Thank you, idiot."

"Remember to tell me next time."

Jiang Huaiyu winked slyly at Cen Mo.

"I can maximize my profits."

Jiang Huaiyu's long-dead thoughts were rekindled. With the presence of Cen Mo's father, she could start her investigation and counterattack more confidently and fearlessly.She had contacted a victim early on, but the other party refused to provide any help due to the power of the director and the pressure from the school.

Now, with power against power, Jiang Huaiyu only feels hopeful.

I feel a little sigh again.

This is real life. In fact, pure idealism has not died, either to survive or to rely on strength.

Jiang Huaiyu picked up the investigation again, contacted the previous victim, and made an appointment for a door-to-door interview next weekend.Cen Mo hadn't planned to go with Jiang Huaiyu, because if she wasn't there, no one would take over the desserts in the coffee shop.But God probably likes to be surprised, so that he suddenly sent Cen Mo's mother to the cafe.All plans were broken.

Jiang Huaiyu looked at the woman in front of her. She had a snake-print leather bag, a white suit jacket, a tea-brown satin shirt inside, wide-leg pants, and black high-heeled shoes.Wearing sunglasses, the lipstick outlines just right.

She raised her jaw slightly to look around, with a haughty posture.

Then Jiang Huaiyu heard Cen Mo yell, Mom.

I also saw Wu Quan turn around and roll his eyes, then turned his head and called auntie with an extremely hypocritical smile.

Guan Er took off his sunglasses.

"This is your shop?" Guan Er's eyes were full of suspicion.

Cen Mo nodded.

"How much can you make? Of course if you listen to me and study finance--"

Cen Mo felt the eyes of the guests gathered, like knives, cutting her into a bloody mess.

She raised her voice and yelled, "Mom!"

Guan Er sneered, "You've got a temper. It's just different after being with your cheating dad."

Cen Xingzhi's cheating was the biggest stain in Guan Er's life, and more importantly, Cen Xingzhi's cheating partner was just an ordinary woman who couldn't be more ordinary.

Cen Mo gritted her teeth, Jiang Huaiyu held Cen Mo's left hand under the bar and said, "Auntie, this is a public place."

The implication is, don't you feel ashamed?

Guan Er stared at the girl, Jiang Huaiyu had already dyed her hair back to black, making her look a bit cooler.

"Auntie, what would you like to drink?" Wu Quan grinned.

Guan Er stared at his daughter, "Come out with me."

Wu Quan was a little worried, and Jiang Huaiyu was even more nervous, but Cen Mo calmed down, smiled gently, and shook Jiang Huaiyu instead.

Wu Quan and Jiang Huaiyu didn't know what happened next, but in the end Cen Mo came back alone, her face was flushed, it was a slap print.

"Fuck." Wu Quan cursed, then turned to look for the cotton cloth.

Jiang Huaiyu was also angry, but seeing Cen Mo's brow lingering with sadness, it was also relaxed and relieved.

"What's wrong?"

Cen Mo shook his head and said it was all right.

He also said, I have no mother.

Jiang Huaiyu hugged Cen Mo, thinking, the two of them have lost their mothers, so let's depend on each other.

Cen Mo was not sad at all, but relieved.From childhood to adulthood, what Guan Er likes is what she should like, and what Guan Er wants is what she should get.Guan Er controls Cen Mo, trying to use this to redeem her derailed life.Get rid of all stains.

But Cen Mo has grown up.

"Gay? How did I give birth to you like you pervert?"

"mom----"

"Stop calling me mom."

"good."

Well, it's my last compromise with you.

Cen Mo wanted to cry, but not because she was sad about losing Guan Er. She lost Guan Er as a mother as early as the moment her parents divorced, leaving only

Bào Jun.She was sad for herself, sad that her fragile and young self didn't know how to fight back, and silently endured all the violence from Guan Er.Sad that she wasn't able before.

But now she is in Jiang Huaiyu's arms.

Everything she didn't have before will start here.

The longest typhoon has passed, and dawn is ushering in the island.

Chapter 8

From south to north, it's not just the direction that changes.

Cen Mo came to the north for the first time, and looked around curiously. All kinds of people were also wrapped in long and windproof clothes in spring, with hurried expressions.But there are also people like her, with bewildered and strange eyes.The smog was so thick that Cen Mo couldn't see the sky at all, as if thick plastic was spread over his head.

Jiang Huaiyu pushed the suitcase, and Cen Mo hurried over to help her share it.

The two took a taxi back to Jiang Huaiyu's grandfather's house. The old man lived in a courtyard, and was not at home at four o'clock in the afternoon.Jiang Huaiyu told Cen Mo that he probably went to walk the birds in the alley.The courtyard house is not too big, but it carries Jiang Huaiyu's almost lifetime memories.She has come here to live since her parents' accident.

Cen Mo caught a glimpse of the height line drawn with chalk on the wall, then looked up at Jiang Huaiyu who was about to enter the room, leaned against the wall quietly, and silently raised her hand twice.

Well, she is taller than 14-year-old Jiang Huaiyu.

Cen Mo snickered.Jiang Huaiyu is a head taller than her now, and the soil and water in the north really "pulls the seedlings and encourages them to grow".

Jiang Huaiyu tidied up the house, saw that Cen Mo hadn't come in for a long time, pushed open the small wooden window and called softly: "Cen Mo!"

what!

Cen Mo ran towards Jiang Huaiyu, "Here we come!"

Her shadow fell to the ground and was dragged long and slowly.The trees in the yard turned greener, and Jiang Huaiyu had the illusion that it was like a dream.It seems that a lifetime will pass in this lazy sunshine.

"Do you like it?" Jiang Huaiyu asked Cen Mo, his half-closed eyelids looked as gentle as moonlight.

This room is filled with all kinds of old records.

Bai Hong and Zhou Xuan lined up, Cen Mo tiptoed to see, she liked the yellow posters on the records.Jiang Huaiyu smiled and hugged her from behind, reaching out to take down a record before her.

"Want to hear it?" Cen Mo nodded in her arms, like a chicken pecking at rice.

"They belong to our old man." Jiang Huaiyu said, let go of Cen Mo, took the vinyl record out of the box, and put it on the record player again.The stuff is old and dull, but still in perfect service.

Different from the music played by the electronic equipment, the record player turns, as if going back in time, there will be a woman in a cheongsam with curly hair, and a few strands of hair dangling along with her body.Cheeks are tinged with cherry blossoms, lips are like roses, and the arcs at the end of the eyes can catch people's hearts.She held a light fan in her hand, stood in front of the microphone, and sang creakingly, with an opera accent, eliciting a flavor like strong wine in the alley.

Cen Mo listened to the lyrics.

"The person in my heart has a smiling face/He once gave me the spring light in late autumn/How many treasures does the person in my heart have/He can give me the sun in the dark night/I can't take away the only spring light/ I can't let anyone blew out the sun in my chest/My dear one, don't be sad/May your smile always be like that"

Zhou Xuan's voice is crisp and full-bodied, and he sang about the indulgence of his life, as well as his deep love without regret.

Cen Mo looked at Jiang Huaiyu standing next to the old record player, saw her long and long eyes, looking out the window, meeting the shadow of the tree.

She thought that she would not let anyone extinguish the sun in Jiang Huaiyu's chest.

If it is epic and tragic for one person to fight against the tacit and filthy social rules, then two people are not so alone together.

Grandpa Jiang also just came back, Cen Mo followed Jiang Huaiyu out, and called grandpa obediently.

The old man knew that his granddaughter was going to bring a friend back, but he didn't expect this friend to be so harmless.

Jiang Huaiyu's friends from childhood to adulthood are extremely heroic, and the old tree in this small courtyard has witnessed countless fights.

The old man was happy, hanging the birdcage on the tree, "What do you want to eat?"