I quietly watch you play

Zhou Wei is cooking instant noodles in the kitchen, and he has already mastered the secret technique of adding eggs to keep them together, that is, first fry the eggs, then cut a piece of luncheon meat and fry them until golden on both sides, then add washed Shanghai greens to the noodles, cook them Take back the bowl and put it in the noodle bucket, put the fried eggs, meat, and vegetables on the plate, and pour the soup... The upgraded instant noodles that look a little delicate and healthy are freshly baked with BGM and highlight filter!

Here, I still have to hold my mobile phone to reply to the customer's message. Zhou Wei is in a hurry and his stomach is crying, but the door of the room is pounding loudly.

Jiang Xiaoqi hadn't left him anything to eat the day before, and after looking for it, there was only a wilted apple that rolled under the coffee table and was stained with blood. The chef cut off his hand again, and it seemed that the good times were over.

Zhou Wei pinched the film-covered paper bowl with his fingertips and carefully put it on the dining table, and shouted: "Wait, right now!"

The door next to it seemed to be voice-activated, it was unlocked with a tick and someone pushed it open from the outside, Zhou Wei shook his hand, and the delicacies carefully cooked with thousands of expectations as the seasoning dropped the tip of his tongue and smacked on the floor.

Before Zhou Wei had time to get angry or frightened, he was knocked back a few steps by the figure rushing in from the door, he suddenly calmed down, the only person who had the key here was Jiang Xiaoqi.

Jiang Xiaoqi didn't change his slippers, but he stepped over the instant noodles precisely, and hugged Zhou Wei fiercely in his arms, that terrifying force seemed to embed him into his chest, and use him to flatten the crazily beating heart. heart, filling the empty internal organs.

Zhou Wei was out of breath, and his ribs were sore. He was a little thankful that he hadn't eaten, otherwise he might be squeezed out.After his own death, Jiang Xiaoqi unlocked a new killing mode. Zhou Wei felt that he was going to die soon. He opened his mouth to speak, but his breath was squeezed out of his chest, and he let out a strange panting of discord.

"What's the matter?" No matter how dull Zhou Wei's brain is, he can still feel that this person is abnormal. His intuition is not good. Usually, he will show strong reluctance only when separation comes, and he clings desperately because he has to let go.

Jiang Xiaoqi rested his chin on his shoulder, breathing heavily into his brain through the earphones, Zhou Wei suddenly began to feel sorry for the other party, it was because of me, did he face any choice?

Zhou Wei is not an innocent boy with a love brain. He has learned the taste of choosing and rejecting early on. It seems that painting is his true love, but before he is 20 years old, he has to give up again and again. What you think is the "most important" will always meet you. I think "more urgent", so "the most important" has to be put aside and wait.

"Xiao Wei, I..."

Then, the world was silent, Jiang Xiaoqi took off his earphones, only a slight air current brushed against his ears, Zhou Wei knew that the other party was talking, but he couldn't even see the shape of his mouth, so he didn't know what he said at all.

Is there anything that must be said to him, but not let him know?

Zhou Wei smiled wryly in her heart, and wrapped her arms around the man's back. Many people, even myself, even you, thought that I should resent you, but actually I didn't—

I won't ask why you don't want to explain; I don't need to listen to what you don't want to say; if you don't want to stay, just go.

"Very bullying," Zhou Wei murmured.

Jiang Xiaoqi finally let go of him, Zhou Wei took a few deep breaths as if he had just held his breath after diving, he saw Jiang Xiaoqi smiling, but his eyelashes were wet.

"I'm so hungry." Zhou Wei still stubbornly taught him sign language.

Jiang Xiaoqi helped him put on the earphones, leaned over and kissed the earphones with a plosive sound: "Let's go out for a big meal—"

Zhou Wei jumped happily, then quickly ran across the puddle of instant noodles on the ground to change clothes.

Jiang Xiaoqi always smiled at him, smiling more than ever before, but Zhou Wei could see that he had put on a lot of serious things, and he didn't want to expose them, because he couldn't help, so he also gave him a lot Laugh a lot.

Survival is like a question of derivation. The people Jiang Xiaoqi wants to protect are only Jiang Zhen and Zhou Wei. For this ultimate goal, he needs to get a weapon and a safe fortress.

Jiang Xiaoqi checked all the doctors and nurses around Jiang Zhen in the past two years, and replaced them with his own people. Then You Ting suddenly appeared and said that we also deployed people to protect his wife, and he never doubted it from the beginning to the end. Lin Mu suddenly became one of the suspects in the old mystery, so do you believe in the wolf or the tiger?

Even if Jiang Xiaoqi is as smart as a fox, he can't fight a tiger or a wolf by himself, so he has to find a big lion to cover him, and at the same time be careful not to be eaten by the big lion.

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Jiang Xiaoqi went to see Jiang Bochang the next day, two days had passed since Shuiyue Chang'an won the bid, he guessed that his father should talk to him about business.

"Is your mother okay?" Jiang Baichang asked, but he swallowed all kinds of elixir handed by the secretary.

Jiang Xiaoqi put a golden bag containing chocolates on the corner of the wooden table. Jiang Zhen used to like to eat this brand of hazelnut chocolate, but he stopped eating it after he got sick.

"Fortunately, she asked me to bring you—"

What is in the bag is not chocolate, but a handmade scarf, chocolate color with hazel-shaped embossing, which feels like long years and is indescribably soft.

Jiang Bochang's expression froze for a moment. Since the day Jiang Zhen decided to leave, this was the first time she had given him feedback on her own initiative, in 25 years.

"I heard from grandpa that you don't want to stay in AOI in China, why?"

Jiang Xiaoqi shook his head, fiddled with the tea set and began to make tea: "My residence period is about to expire, and my brother just said that his newly ordered Bombardier Challenger will arrive next week, and asked me if I am interested in making the first voyage."

The more casually he spoke, the more complicated Jiang Baichang's thoughts became. It was obvious that the elder son wanted to drive the younger son back to the United States, and the vassal king would not enter the capital. The defense was obvious, and no one could say whether this "first voyage" would be possible. Become a sky version of "Titanic".

If Jiang Xiaoteng does not lack a human-shaped blood bag, I am afraid he will never see the mother and son again.

Elderly people who have been in high positions for a long time have a common problem, which is similar to the mentality of ancient emperors who have been in power for a long time. They hope that the prince will have a great career, but they are also afraid that the prince will replace him. They wish they could borrow another 500 years.

What's more, if the prince has reached the age of knowing the destiny, and the destiny may not be as good as his own father, isn't he in a hurry?

If a person is in a hurry, he can do anything, knowing his son is like his father.

Jiang Baichang calmly looked at his youngest son, who had just grown up to be like an orchid and a jade tree, and then looked at the hand-woven scarf with the pattern of the Chinese character "猫", and a certain idea brewing in his heart finally broke through.

This ignorant and stupid child played with a set of Yixing purple sand made by a master more than half a century ago over and over again like playing with a toy, and then poisoned each one with boiling water, without washing the tea, directly filling it from the tea pot into the teapot If you have a little, you have to flush.

"Hey, soak this, that tastes bad." Jiang Baichang took out a huanghuali tea pot from the bookcase, walked over to sit opposite Jiang Xiaoqi, and motioned for him to pass the kettle to heat the pot and warm the cups, then picked and washed the tea, step by step Sophisticated and calm, like a patient father showing children how to put together blocks.

Jiang Xiaoqi watched carefully from the side, and rarely showed a little surprise and admiration, as if he was really surprised that his father would do this himself.

Jiang Baichang had already poured out two glasses of amber light, brought one to his son, and took a sip of his own: "Have you learned it yet?"

Jiang Xiaoqi drank the hot tea, bared his teeth, and shook his head: "Maybe I need to read it a few more times."

Jiang Bai often glared at him, but there was no anger in his eyes.

The grandchildren are afraid of him, and they are more willing to go to grandpa if they are coquettish. The nephews and nephews are all old, and they all become their own fathers. They usually live outside, and meeting in the company is more like superiors and subordinates.

This youngest son who returned suddenly gave him a different feeling, as if he had regained the role of teaching his heirs and giving him a sense of pride in being a mountain.

If he is still a big mountain, he has to protect the small trees in the mountain.

Jiang Xiaoqi held the venue and drank three bowls in a row, took out his mobile phone to answer the call, and did not tell anyone.

The group said on the phone: "Mr. Jiang, the young master has gone out. I am following him. He is going to the long-distance bus station."

"What is he doing there?!" Jiang Xiaoqi stood up in confusion, concerned, leaving his old tea-making father behind, self-willed and domineering, "Show me someone, I'll go over now!"

Jiang Bochang: "..." I just thought you were promising, so you're just going to play Jiang Ya's house robbing your beloved?It's really out of sight——

Jiang Xiaoqi hung up the phone and was about to leave, he didn't care about any rewards or favors, and the farewell was just so-so.

Jiang Baichang couldn't help asking, "Still getting close to that kid from the Zhou family?"

Jiang Xiaoqi replied calmly: "It's him, he's not in a good mind and he likes to run around, I'll go find someone first."

Jiang Xiaoqi himself didn't expect that this "Caiyi Yuqin" would have such an assistant guest as Zhou Wei, so he improvised, no matter how he played later, he had to save his life first.

Jiang Zhen threw away the unchanging principles of 25 years to weave a way for him to survive, telling others that his heart will change when he gets old. What he once wanted was a comrade-in-arms of father and son in battle, who would help him open up territories and become princes and ministers; now He has become a king and a prince, but he may want a young son who is purely his father's admiration and support, so that he feels that he is needed rather than replaced.

Jiang Xiaoqi ran out of the building and called Zhou Wei, and there was a lot of noise on the opposite side. "Where are you going?"

"Orange Creek."

Jiang Xiaoqi attacked him: "What are you doing in Orange Creek!" There is a famous scenic spot, Chiwei River, a holy place for suicide. His adoptive mother, Wei Lerong, was suspected by the police of throwing himself into the river there.

"Sketch."

Where can't I write?Where can't it be born?Jiang Xiaoqi stepped on the R8 and jumped out: "Stay where you are! Do you hear me?"

"I heard." Zhou Wei showed the ticket to the flight attendant, and sat obediently on the seat, he has already boarded the bus, so it's okay not to move.

The phone was hung up, and the bus started slowly, panting heavily.

Jiang Xiaoqi chased him halfway before catching a long-distance bus that stopped to let passengers release water at a service area. Zhou Wei didn't get off the bus, and still obediently nestled in the seat and didn't move.

Jiang Xiaoqi got into the car to arrest people, talking to the driver in front of the car door, and glanced at Zhou Wei from time to time. "My brother ran away from home, the child's brain is not very good, you understand?" He said and compared his temples.

Zhou Wei: "..." Why do I need to understand lip language!

Jiang Xiaoqi waved his hand, Zhou Wei walked over with his big backpack on his shoulders, his big eyes were full of ignorance and timidity.

The driver asked him, "Do you know him? Who is this?"

Zhou Wei nodded, and called out to Jiang Xiaoqi: "Father."

Jiang Xiaoqi almost laughed, and compared his brains to the driver.

An older brother is like a father!The driver nodded helplessly, showing sympathy, and let him get off the car.

Jiang Xiaoqi took his backpack over: "It's so heavy, didn't you really run away from home?" He put the backpack in the front trunk and stuffed Zhou Wei into the car.

"Just leave as you said?!" Jiang Xiaoqi started the car and scolded people.

I "just leave"?Do you want face? You!Zhou Wei slandered, and the scumbag left just as soon as he said it.He wrapped his soft shell jacket tightly: "What are you talking about? There are no hearing aids here, so I can't hear clearly."

"I said," Jiang Xiaoqi said in the same volume, "Where do you want to go, tell me, and I will accompany you."

Looking out the window, Zhou Wei was surprised to find that Jiang Xiaoqi did not turn off the ramp and turn back, but continued to drive in the direction of Orange Creek County.

The author has something to say:

Not orthopedics, not uncles and nephews, running hand in hand on the avenue of "false father and son"~