The landlord is a subject

Zheng Jiaming and his colleagues pulled up the banner.It's the end of the college entrance examination recently, and all major stores are holding activities, and even the surrounding driving schools have discounts, so naturally their car dealers can't lag behind.

Just about to go in, Zheng Jiaming was stopped.

"Jiaming."

Looking back, it was Liu Wenhao.

Zheng Jiaming nodded to his colleague, and the man immediately understood and went in by himself.

"I'm busy?"

"It's finished." Zheng Jiaming smiled, "Come to pick up the car?"

"Yes, but there is no rush."

Zheng Jiaming took Liu Wenhao into the shop and took him to see the car that had been serviced.

"How is it, are you satisfied?"

The car that has just been maintained looks natural and radiant on the outside, but it is hard to say what it looks like inside.As usual, Zheng Jiaming opened the car door again, and Liu Wenhao just glanced at it.

"Very good. Of course there will be no problem with what I entrust to you."

Zheng Jiaming turned around and was about to write a note to Liu Wenhao. Liu Wenhao didn't look carefully at the inside of the car, but approached Zheng Jiaming and said, "Are you free after get off work?"

"En?" The pen in Zheng Jiaming's hand paused. He thought that with such an awkward relationship with Liu Wenhao, it was not suitable for him to go out to eat alone. Besides, didn't Zhao Gan come back?

"I have something to tell you." Liu Wenhao looked righteous, "It's about Fangzheng."

Zheng Jiaming had to admit that he was moved.

After what happened last night, Zheng Jiaming vaguely knew that something was wrong with Fangzheng, but because of Liu Wenhao's identity, he was unwilling to learn any news about Fangzheng from him, no matter whether the news was good or bad.

"Still not...you are so busy, and I am also very busy..."

Liu Wenhao didn't bother, he drove away after completing the formalities.

When leaving, Liu Wenhao looked back at Zheng Jiaming. At that time, he was reporting the business to the boss. He clearly felt Liu Wenhao's gaze, but he pretended nothing happened.Liu Wenhao didn't care, he was so confident that Zheng Jiaming would find him sooner or later.

On the way back, the feeling of irritability and suffocation came back again, and his eyelids were still twitching violently. On the one hand, Zheng Jiaming was worried that something bad was going to happen, and on the other hand, he laughed at himself for being too superstitious. He just suspected that it had something to do with the weather— —It's been a bit hot recently, maybe I got sunstroke accidentally.

Fang Ze still nestled on the carpet and played games, while Xiao Hei and Ah Jin crawled around on his lap, which could no longer arouse his desire to tease.

Zheng Jiaming chatted with Fang Ze habitually, and after a short rest, they went to prepare dinner.

On the way back, I went to the supermarket. Zheng Jiaming bought some asparagus and prepared to make a soup.I was washing vegetables when my phone rang, and it was from my family.

"Hey, Dad."

"Jiaming, let me tell you something."

"What's the matter? Tell me, I'm listening."

Dad Zheng's tone was very serious and heavy. Zheng Jiaming had already guessed something in his heart, but he didn't dare to think about it.

"It's your grandma... Are you busy recently? It's best to take a leave of absence and come home to have a look."

"……I see……"

I don't know how to hang up, Zheng Jiaming stood in the bright kitchen, and felt that it was difficult to breathe for a while.

After standing in a daze for a while, Zheng Jiaming started to move again, but his hands were not organized. The vegetables he had just washed were poured into the sink again. Gu Lu rolled down the sink and smashed to the ground.

"What's wrong, brother Jiaming?"

Fang Ze was startled by the loud noise and ran straight to the kitchen in fright, only to see Zheng Jiaming's face was as white as a ghost, and his expression was wrong.

"Brother Jiaming, are you okay...do you want to call my brother?" Fang Ze asked slowly, hesitating whether to call Fangzheng.

These words reminded Zheng Jiaming, he quickly took out his phone and dialed Fang Zheng's number.The familiar ringtone of the mobile phone rang, and at that moment, Zheng Jiaming felt that his three souls and seven souls had returned to their places.

Fang Ze stood opposite Zheng Jiaming, watching helplessly as his face turned from white to red, and finally dimmed a little bit.

"My brother..."

"Probably busy."

Zheng Jiaming put down his phone, and calmed down instead.

"I'm fine, dinner will be ready soon."

Zheng Jiaming cooked two dishes and one soup as quickly as possible, while Fang Ze stood at the kitchen door the whole time, looking at him worriedly.

"Brother Jiaming, don't you want to eat?"

Fang Ze sat at the dining table alone, facing three courses and a bowl of rice, the feeling of hunger seemed to fade a lot.

"You eat first."Zheng Jiaming explained as he walked towards the bedroom, "I have something to do and I have to go home. You can only take care of the food these few days. Be careful not to go hungry."

Fang Ze agreed, and wanted to ask what happened to Zheng Jiaming's family, but he didn't dare to ask. After all, his reaction didn't seem like a good thing, and it would be bad if he asked too much.

Zheng Jiaming packed his luggage casually, thought for a while, and took all his passbooks. Whether it was hospitalization or other things, the family always needed money.

After the college entrance examination, it is difficult to buy air tickets. There is only one flight from Changchun to Hefei every day, which is still in the evening. Now I have missed it, so I can only choose to transfer or train.Fortunately, Zheng Jiaming bought a plane ticket, but it was only early in the morning.Zheng Jiaming is very fortunate, he can't wait to fly back immediately, the sooner the flight is naturally the better.

"Brother Jiaming, are you leaving now?" Fang Ze was stunned, it was such a big deal, he just left as soon as he said it.

"Well, I happen to have a night ticket." Zheng Jiaming walked up and down in the bedroom, thinking about what else to bring, "By the way, do you have the house key?"

"Have."

"Well, that's fine."

Zheng Jiaming's cell phone rang again, it was the taxi he had just contacted.

"The car is coming, I should go. Remember, eat well, and call me if you need anything!"

After rushing out the door, Fang Ze followed suit, but there was nothing to give away, Zheng Jiaming really didn't bring much.

"Brother Jiaming, be safe and tell me when you arrive."

"Understood, go back quickly."

"Then your brother? You two have a good relationship, but my brother and I can't do it. We will argue when we meet."

The driver looks young, and he is the type who is happy to chat with people.It's a pity that Zheng Jiaming is so anxious now, he just said "Yes" perfunctorily, and didn't want to say anything more.

The rest of the road was very quiet. The driver tried to find a topic for several times but did not start a conversation with the customer. He also knew that the young man in the back seat was in a hurry and had no intention of talking to him, so he kept his mouth shut and focused on driving.

After eight o'clock in the evening, the traffic on the road was less crowded.

Zheng Jiaming spread out on the back seat, leaning against the car window, watching the street lamps outside smashing towards him one by one quickly, his head seemed to have been hollowed out, and he couldn't remember anything.

The driver probably felt that the car was too quiet and turned on the music.

The Divine Comedy, which was once popular all over the country, instantly pierced Zheng Jiaming's eardrums. Such a joyous and passionate song was really not suitable for this moment, and he closed his eyes depressed.

The driver was very happy to hear it, and sang excitedly along with it, singing and twisting, almost carried away.

"Could you please turn it off, or turn down the volume?"

"What's the matter?" The driver's tone was not very good.

"I got a headache listening to it."

The driver curled his lips and changed to a more soothing song. This time, Zheng Jiaming didn't say anything, just continued to lean against the car window in a daze as before.