river bank, river bank

The dagger was the first batch of experimental models officially released in the early years. In the circle of players, it can be called an antique, and it has always been priced but not sold.

In addition to Baisan's fame over the past few years, the inexplicable God of War halo blessing in the players' mouths makes it meaningful to use or collect.

Invisibly, the price has doubled sharply.

Someone even opened a post on the forum, predicting the final transaction price, and the people who eat melons loved it. Thousands of buildings were built in less than a day.

Bai San was having fun while suffering, thinking that before, Lin Guangyin reckoned that 'it could be sold for over a hundred thousand', but now if he knew that someone would not hesitate to ask for millions to get it, he would be shocked.

In fact, he cared more about who the dagger would fall into and whether it would be cherished than how much money he could get in the end.

Daggers are not a commodity to make a fortune and make a fortune, it is just a desperate plan.

All he needs is the living expenses between now and before the college entrance examination, including rent, food, water, electricity, and materials, which add up to more than [-] yuan.

It is also his pricing, no less, no more.

Even if it exceeds one point, when he recalls the past in the future, the five years he took back the dagger and treated it with heart are like a joke, not worth mentioning.

But now, after thinking over and over again, Bai San added another [-] to the [-] as Lin Guangyin's silk gold.

Not much, he hoped that Lin Guangyin's family would have a better life in the future, and he didn't hope that the next accident would still be helpless.

Bai San wants to lend the money to Jiang An, but the amount is very large, but his confidence is very small.

Although he was sure that he could pay it back, borrowing money from someone who would blush for a long time just touching the corner of his clothes was a thousand times more embarrassing than crying.

Bai San was touched on the head, with bulging hot and humid cheeks, and limply stuck to Jiang'an's suit pants, not saying a word, not moving, with a gloomy breath, like a little rascal lying at his feet.

"Not ready to speak?" Jiang An's tone was neither hasty nor slow.

As soon as the words fell, the little rascal flinched, as if his heart had been poked.

Probably, Jiang An didn't need to guess what other people were thinking, he could easily see through all the hesitation and shortcomings, and understood everything at a glance.

Bai San pursed his lips, kept silent, tilted his head and stared at the slanted window in a daze.Stuck in whether to say, not to say, or to say, or not to say, or really want to say...

In the end, he muffled and uttered a milky nasal sound that could bend.

Jiang An paused, his thin lips parted, "Afraid you won't be able to buy a plane ticket?"

The time was too tight, Bai San only received the call an hour ago, no matter whether he was taking the train or the plane, he never thought about whether he could grab the ticket, but now he was reminded.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and it is hard to find a ticket.

Not to mention that the time is so close, it is considered lucky to be able to grab a ticket for the departure a week later.Bai San stared out the window blankly with his eyes wide open, his mind was chaotic, could it be that he couldn't even catch up with Lin Guangyin's funeral...

Although this kind of thing is not difficult to say.

"Or is there not enough money?" Jiang An tapped on the handrail with his fingers.

"..."

In an instant, even Baisan's forehead turned red, he shrunk into a soft little one, twisted his head uneasily, with his slightly messy hair on his face, his cheeks rubbed against Jiang An's suit pants, with a thin layer The thin fabric seems to feel the smooth and slender muscle lines, and the slightly warm body temperature is vaguely revealed.

He bit his lower lip and rubbed it a little again, carefully retracting his exposed fingers into his cuffs.

"That's it," Jiang An laughed, and inadvertently raised his hand to pin down the hair that fell out of his eyes, "Is [-] enough?"

Wei Li's fingertips carelessly rubbed the delicate skin behind the ears, Bai San's breath was stagnant, he suddenly retracted his neck, rubbed his red cheeks with his suit pants, and buried his head still depressed.

"One hundred thousand?" Jiang An lowered his head and asked.

Bai San didn't speak, his forehead was tightly pressed against Jiang An's suit pants, he held it with one hand, and cautiously stuck out three fingers from the loose sleeve of his other hand.

Swaying slightly, clean and pink, the little white crescent is a bit cute.

Jiang An nodded, "When do you want to leave?"

"...The sooner the better." Bai San replied in a low voice, shrinking his neck.

From Beicheng to Rongcheng, it takes one day and one night to take the train, and there is a station ticket for the train at [-]:[-] in the morning after seven days.It takes an hour and a half by plane, and tickets will be sold in three days.

Bai San dug out a few thick winter clothes, packed a thermos cup with toiletries and cold medicine, packed the suitcase in less than half an hour, squatted in front of the window sill, biting the soft bread, fidgeting and swiping the ticketing software.

At the same time, wait for Jiangan.

Jiang An told him, "I can go today, don't be in a hurry, eat lunch first, go home and pack your luggage."And took away his ID card, which was used to buy tickets.

But Bai Lian downloaded seven ticket-buying apps, and after using it for almost an hour, no one temporarily refunded the ticket.

not much hope.

31:[-] p.m., work time.Sitting in front of the window, his head gradually drowsy, when he suddenly received a call from Shan Jia, it was Jiang An who spoke.

"The flight at eleven o'clock tonight, I will pick you up at nine o'clock, go to sleep now."

Bai San complied obediently, but before he could react, the surprise came too violently, and he was about to thank the other party before hanging up.

He lay on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms, rolled from left to right, then from right to left, rolled over and over again, raised his hand to stroke his fluffy hair foolishly, his eyes were full of sparkling little stars.

It seemed that he touched Dr. Jiang's dry and warm palm indirectly.

No one woke him up, and Bai San slept all afternoon. When he woke up, the room was pitch black, and the outside was not completely dark yet. The distant lights were softly lying by the window.

He fumbled around and found the phone by the pillow. The white light on the screen instantly lit up, strong and eye-catching.

It's five minutes to eight.

He checked the suitcase again, checked the water, electricity and gas switches, and finally trimmed the withered rose branches reluctantly.

After finishing all this work, Bai San looked at the city outside through the glass, only to realize that it was already a cold winter day, but it was raining like fog.

The hour hand turned to nine o'clock, the doorbell rang, and Jiang An arrived on time.

He was wearing a slim-fit coat with a dense fabric, a black turtleneck sweater, iron-gray checked trousers, and shiny leather shoes. He was holding a wooden long-handled umbrella that slowly dripped water.

Bai San grabbed the two chubby little panda ears on the coat, turned around and picked up the cardboard box leaning against the wall, and held it up to his chest, "Mr. Jiang, this is my most important possession. I will mortgage it for now. I will pay the debt when I come back."

The cardboard box was not heavy, and there were many small things. He squatted on the ground and introduced them to Jiang An one by one.

"Although this little dolphin is ugly, I have held it to sleep for 18 years. Every day before going to bed, I ask it to guard me at night. Without it, I would always wake up in the middle of the night and dare not expose my feet. Outside the quilt... There are thirteen small wooden beads in the cloth bag. It was originally a bracelet, but one day the rope broke suddenly. It was bought for me when I was eight years old by an aunt who painted beautiful sunflowers. My surname is Yuan. I never saw her again after that... and this paint-off Transformer was given to me by Lin Guangyin for my 10th birthday..."

Jiang An's thin lips were slightly hooked, and he did not refuse.

He was carrying the suitcase and holding the umbrella, watching Bai San run to the trunk of the car with the cardboard box in his arms, and pushed it in. When he turned around, two small dimples were exposed on his cheeks.

Large and small puddles formed on the ground, the damp air blew the smell of the wilderness, the street lamps on both sides of the street had a faint yellow halo, and the car slowly drove into the rain.

The navigator prompts a total of 98 kilometers, one hour and 12 minutes.

A long journey.

Bai San turned his head and looked at the imprints of the rain that meandered continuously outside the car window. He wanted to say something to Jiang An, but he didn't know what to say. He couldn't help but think of the bear socks he was wearing today, with a circle embroidered on them. Doodle short tail.

So childish.

The three-year-old generation gap, there are three and a half gaps between him and the old man, and there is no way to recover.

At this moment, Jiang An looked at the road conditions and turned the steering wheel with one hand, and handed him his ID card, bank card, and two folded A4 papers with the other, "I have booked a round-trip ticket together, and I will return to Beicheng the next day after the funeral."

Bai San nodded, and said "oh" again, Mr. Jiang did whatever he said.

He blinked and picked up his ID card and bank card, and opened the A4 paper curiously.

Black and white, the two sheets are exactly the same, it can be seen that it is privately ordered, the whole article is hand-typed, there is no nonsense, and the personal style is distinct, obviously it is not a strategy that was copied from the Internet.

At the same time, Jiang An sat lazily on the steering wheel and verbally recounted the original text to him.

"Order 1288391293, ticket number 8293819173429, KD2981, Beicheng Airport T1 Qingyuan Bailu Airport T2, you can charge it in the waiting room when waiting for the plane, if you don't understand, go to the counter and check with your ID card."

For the first time in his life, Bai San pinched the thin A4 paper in a daze, looked at it, and felt that he was doing listening comprehension, but this time he was giving sub-questions.And at the beginning, he was confused by the long string of numbers in Jiang'an's mouth.

There are actually people who would remember this kind of thing, and then he thought that this person was Jiang An, and he took everything about him for granted.

Jiang An paused, probably noticing his forbearance but still full of admiration in his eyes, he laughed dumbfounded, and explained calmly.

"Inadvertently glanced twice."

Bai San shrinks silently, he is the one who shamed Xueba.

With a smile on his lips, Jiang An continued to speak in a dark voice.

"The flight time is from 45:130 to [-]:[-] in the morning. First find Midtown Airlines in the airport according to the signs, and then queue up to pick up the tickets. You can pick up the tickets by yourself, then go to the counter to change the boarding pass, and then go through the security check. Waiting for the plane. Remember to take a photo of the ticket and send it to me for confirmation, call [-]..."

After Bai San dialed the number, the brand-new old phone that he had been throwing on the dashboard and mistakenly thought it was a child's toy suddenly rang, and Jiang An unhurriedly continued to write:

"Finally get on the plane and sit down according to the seat card. The mobile phone needs to be turned off. Keep in touch before takeoff. The other flight attendants will teach you how to do it. After getting off the plane, call and report safety. Then take a taxi to the Rongcheng Hotel, which has been booked for five nights , Show your ID card at the front desk to check in, take a good rest, and report safe when you arrive. Return in four days, flight time is from 25:8189273266 am to 1271:130 am, arrive at the airport two hours in advance, don’t be late, call me before departure. Order number [-], Qingkong Airlines UA[-], repeat the boarding process when you go, and keep in touch. Call [-]... If your phone is out of power or lost, borrow someone else's to call. Two sheets of paper, one in hand, one for spare , fold it up and put it in your pocket, waiting for you to come back."

The one-hour long drive will finally come to an end. In the dim night, Nuoda’s airport comes into view, and the farewell is imminent.

Bai San obediently folded up a piece of A4 paper and slowly put it in his pocket, lowered his head and sniffed, his voice muffled and getting smaller and smaller.

"I'm going to cry."

"Don't cry."

Jiang An said.