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Ji Bao? !

Yan Ji suddenly turned his head to look aside.

The wheelchair lady was wearing a thick cashmere shawl, making her look even smaller and thinner, like a skinny cat wrapped in a towel blanket.She stared at a photo in front of her, her eyes seemed to lose focus and appear empty.

It was a self-portrait of three people. Ji Bao was wearing a mint green dress, an ingot-collared shirt, and sunglasses on the neckline.She smiled recklessly, and her eyes shone brightly, like a vigorous girl who is always 16 years old.

Chairman Ji's melancholy and sickly, sealed up the irretrievable lost time.

Yan Ji walked to her side, bowed solemnly and apologized: "I'm sorry. I've been blaming you all the time, thinking that you were going to be unfavorable to the teacher. I'm really sorry."

"Zhang Gongyou mentioned me? It's really rare." Ji Bao looked at Yan Ji, with a smile on his calm face, "Don't be so serious. When I was your age, I thought saving the world was not a big deal. The only worry is that drinking too much milk tea will make you fat."

Ji Bao pointed to the window, Yan Ji stepped forward to help her push the wheelchair, but the wheelchair moved by itself.Yan Ji secretly lamented the power of technology, followed behind to the window, and saw a lush greenery.

Ji Bao was bathed in the sun, and his voice seemed to be a little more energetic: "Tell me what's going on."

Yan Ji recounted what happened when he met a teacher who was injured at the fork in Airport Avenue three days ago, and went to Ji's Medicine today to find someone.She didn't want to talk about what happened to the sheep farm, but she had a feeling in her heart that she could get some answers from Ji Bao.

After Ji Bao listened quietly, he fell into a deep voice.She was seriously ill, and her complexion was gloomy, but the arrogance that was prominent in every aspect was not diminished at all, and the majesty of a person in power showing life and death was revealed on her body.

It is completely different from her eccentric temperament in her youth.

Yan Ji's eyes turned to the family portrait, and the other two in the selfie of the three stood in the middle of the family portrait.Judging from the changes in the teacher's appearance, those things that I don't know about may all have happened in my four years of college, which is not far away, but it is enough to be different.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Bao woke up from his contemplation, and sighed with emotion in a low voice: "Zhang Gong and his vision have always been good, you are fine."

Being praised by the elders, Yan Ji was a little shy, shyly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled softly.

Ji Bao asked her: "What do you think about these things?"

Yan Ji thought about it and replied: "It's very strange, very strange, and I can't figure it out. The only thing I can think of is that the teacher is the custodian of the Collection Department of the National Museum, and may it be related to the national treasure cultural relics."

Ji Bao was noncommittal about her judgment: "You have experienced it yourself, and it is better than outsiders perceive it. I will send someone to investigate this matter, and you go back and have a good rest. If you think of anything, you can come here at any time."

It took a lot of energy to say a few words, Ji Bao leaned back on the back of the wheelchair and closed his eyes to rest.The shawl on the shoulders then loosened, revealing the black wooden box hanging on the chest.Ji Bao kept holding the small wooden box with his hands as if warming himself.

Yan Ji bowed slightly to say goodbye, and quietly left the study.

The moment the door closed, Ji Bao slowly opened his eyes.These eyes were full of exhaustion and despondency, and in the end they all gathered together and condensed into the determination of breaking the boat.

She lifted her finger, and the wheelchair drove to a bookcase.Ji Bao didn't see any movement, and the bookcase automatically and slowly moved away.This is a secret door. Behind the door is a white hall with a white roof, white walls, and white floor.

If Yan Ji was here, or even the bald driver or Yan Deng, they would have found that the two-bedroom, one-living room with the floor stripped off in the World Garden had been moved here without a trace.

In the living room, there are four rows of bookshelves made of triangular irons, filled with all kinds of books.Each bookshelf is as tall and wide as a wall. Four bookshelves occupy more than half of the living room, and the rest of the space is given to a long table.

On the long table is white rice paper pressed with copper, the pen holder is hung with purple cream, and the inkstone and inkstone are placed in the most convenient position, so that the owner can practice calligraphy at any time.There is a thick stack of copybooks on the corner of the table, the handwriting is thin, hard and dignified, with a powerful and awe-inspiring momentum.

The female bodyguard in sunglasses was looking through the copybooks one by one with her gloves on, when Ji Bao looked up and said, "They are all poems and songs, and no hidden clues have been found so far. I am afraid we still need to send more people to go through those books one by one."

"Look again. I'm afraid I won't find it, and I'm also afraid that others will know about it." Ji Bao said wearily, "Bring me the things about that child just now."

The female bodyguard in sunglasses walked into the bedroom and took out a folder from the desk drawer: "I think with Zhang Gongyu's character, it is unlikely that he would say those things to the students. Judging from the letter from this girl named Yan Ji, she is very trusting and adoring. Zhang Gongyu, but the content of the letter is either to report on the study and exercise, or to ask some theoretical questions, not even to talk about the troubles of the adolescent girl. But it is not surprising, after all, Zhang Gongyu is not a confidant big sister. "

Ji Bao took over the heavy folder and opened it, and the letters sent by Yan Ji to Zhang Gongyu were kept intact one by one in chronological order.At first, it was a standard No. 7 envelope with a red frame on kraft paper, and then it became an envelope with cartoon prints. One had the mascot of the Olympic Games on it, and then there were hand-painted patterns on the white envelope, and the last few letters became kraft paper envelopes again. .

At the back of the folder are several drawings.

Zhang Gongyu is the custodian of the Collection Department of the National Museum. He is proficient in literature and history, and is good at restoration.In comparison, these paintings are a bit crude.

Ji Bao turned to the last page, which was a pencil drawing.The technique is immature and there is no technique at all, but the lines are smooth and the painting has both form and spirit.

The pencil drawing shows Yan Ji, who is eleven or twelve years old, his facial features have hardly changed, except that he has short messy hair like a tomboy, a gauze on his forehead, and a nonchalant smile.She rolled up her sleeves, holding half a piece of crushed ice in her hand. She was wearing a loose school uniform, and the place where her name was written on her chest was scratched out.

Ji Bao stared at Yan Ji, the girl in the black and white pencil drawing, her face was full of cynical rebellion, her expression was as dazzling as the summer sun, reckless and flamboyant, like a reckless and domineering little dragon.

If it weren't for those letters and similar looks, it would be hard to believe that the rebellious girl in the pencil drawing would be Yan Ji, who is gentle and graceful, polite and even somewhat reserved.

Ji Bao held the wooden box hanging on his chest, and said in a low voice: "She may not know anything. But why is it her? Why is it this city? There are too few ties between Zhang Gong and this world. There is a cause and effect that contributes to the coincidence."

The female bodyguard in sunglasses nodded: "I've arranged for someone to watch and told the security elite at the headquarters to come over overnight. Zhang Gong and this accident may not be an opportunity, maybe we don't need to cooperate with them."

Ji Bao closed the file and sighed, "Where did Zhang Gongyu hide it?"

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Yan Ji stayed with the teacher for a while through the glass wall, and after the face recognition was completed, the chief researcher personally escorted her out of the elevator: "Go along the road to the end, and you can go out by pushing the safe passage door."

"Okay, thank you." Yan Ji thanked the chief researcher, watched the elevator close, turned and walked out of the passage.

Pushing open the gate of the safe passage, there is a lush garden outside.Yan Ji walked around out of the garden, only to find that he already owned a hotel, and couldn't help feeling that rich people can really do whatever they want.

Yan Ji was in a relaxed mood at the moment, stopping and going like a walk.First, he sent a text message to Yan Deng, telling her that he had found the teacher and everything was fine.I called Zhao Xiaobing again, saying that the matter had been resolved, and asked about the interview address of the food delivery company.

After leaving Youtang Hotel, Yan Ji stood at the bus stop and waited for the bus.The weather was sweltering and hot, sweating profusely like a sauna, Yan Ji actually sat on the platform bench and fell asleep. This sleep was sound and sweet, and he missed two trains in a row until Zhao Yunhe's call rang——

"Yan Ji, have you cleaned up? When will you be here?"

Yan Ji rubbed his eyes and said with a smile, "Mom, isn't it 06:30? It's not even five o'clock yet."

Zhao Yunhe snorted: "Couldn't you have come to accompany mother earlier? People say that my daughter is a caring little padded jacket..."

"Mom, it's summer now." Yan Ji couldn't help laughing, "I'm in the medical city now, it might take a while in the past, don't worry, I'll be right here."

Yan Ji comforted his mother, first called Zhao Xiaobing, told him that he couldn't go to the interview today, and asked him to say sorry to his friend.Hang up the phone, the bus just pulls into the station.

Yan Ji got into the car and was about to pay, but he took out a pocket knife.

The uncle driver glanced at it, and yelled and joked: "Hey, little girl, you still want to rob if you don't give me money?"

Yan Ji took the folding knife for self-defense. Afraid of inquiries from Ji's guards, she specially carried her work bag with spray paint and brush tools.In the end, it was useless, no matter how I brought it, I took it away.I forgot about it myself.

Yan Ji hurriedly put away the folding knife, smiled at the driver uncle, and dropped a two-yuan coin.Taking the bus to the commercial circle in the city center, Yan Ji got off and went to the supermarket to buy a carton of milk and two bottles of wine.

When Zhao Yunhe heard the doorbell, she ran over happily, and was startled when she opened the door: "Hey, what's wrong with your face. Didn't I tell you to clean up? Come in, come in."

Yan Ji carried the gift into the room, but his mother was pushed into the bathroom.Looking at the skin care products and cosmetics on the sink, Yan Ji couldn't help but smile, she was very happy that her mother was doing well.

Yan Ji washed his face, put on some foundation and concealer, and barely covered the bruise on his neck.The scars on the arms are not obvious, and the scratches on the side of the cheeks can only let out the hair, blocking a little bit.

Yan Ji was fiddling with his hair in front of the mirror, when voices came from outside.Stepfather Uncle Zhou came back from get off work with a young man behind him.

Zhao Yunhe turned her head and saw her daughter, and hurriedly greeted: "Yan Ji, help your father put the bag on the sofa."

Although Yan Ji was dumbfounded by this unexpected blind date, he couldn't save his mother's face.With a smile on her face, she stepped forward to take Uncle Zhou's bag, but was stunned.

On the work card hanging on Uncle Zhou’s chest, the woven rope is very narrow and thin, and the texture on it can only be seen when you get close – the logo in the shape of a paper kite, followed by words similar to “AM7ㄑ”.

The author has something to say: Ji Bao: I, Director Ji, make money.

Zhang Gongyu: A big liar.