New Marriage (Rebirth)

After thinking about it this way, Li Jincheng sent another email to the detective agency named Song Heqiao, asking if they would like to take another deal from him.

The people from the detective agency quickly replied to him saying yes, and indicated the price at the end of the letter.

Seeing that text message, Li Jincheng couldn't help showing a wry smile.

Because he wanted to please the few members of the Li family, he spent all his money on them. Even Li Jiajun's new European car was purchased with his own savings the year before last. Celebrating his college graduation.

For the last entrustment, Li Jincheng had already spent all his emergency savings, so in desperation, he had no choice but to call Song Liubai, his mentor in college.

The university that Li Jincheng studied in the past is the most famous one on Hong Kong Island, and his tutor Song Liubai is even more famous.

He was originally a doctoral supervisor, but later he got to know Li Jincheng because he was a substitute for his sick friend.

Li Jincheng was already a sophomore when he met him. Song Liubai taught the aesthetic types of Tang poetry and Song Ci. Because Li Jincheng had a special liking for Song Ci and he had his own different opinions on it, Song Liubai gradually favored him.

Song Liubai is an authentic scholar, and his deep sense of mission makes him spare no effort in promoting Chinese culture.

He thinks that this kind of thing should start from children, so every year he will jointly publish several easy-to-understand poetry analysis books with the Hong Kong Island government and professors from other well-known universities.

In addition, he will also win over young talents who he believes have certain talents and potential in this area.

Back then, Li Jincheng insisted on teaching at the elementary school where he is now, but Song Liubai refused to answer his calls for half a year because he was angry.

At that time, he hoped that Li Jincheng would continue his postgraduate studies and become an expert in this field like him. Unfortunately, Li Jincheng at that time, even if his family was not short of money, he felt obliged to reduce the burden on his family.

But his sensibility and patience, in the eyes of those who don't care about him at all, probably don't even count as a fart.

After thinking this way, the smile on Li Jincheng's face became even more wanton.

"Jin Cheng?"

Before Li Jincheng could say anything, Song Liubai lowered his voice and said, "I'm in a meeting, I'll call you later!"

Song Liubai is well-known in Hong Kong Island. He has endless meetings every day. Every once in a while, he even flies abroad to conduct academic exchanges with others.

Li Jincheng expressed his understanding, and the next afternoon, he received another call from Song Liubai.

Hearing Li Jincheng's words, Song Liubai seemed very relieved, but thinking of his wasted years, he still couldn't help complaining a few words.

"Teacher, can I advance my salary?"

"Very short of money?"

"Yes."

Song Liubai had no choice but to give him the number of his assistant and let him contact him.

Song Liubai is keen on the quintessence of Chinese culture, but he himself is not pedantic, and he is good at brainstorming and drawing on the strengths of various schools. Therefore, in the next three months or so, Li Jincheng will enter his studio and work with others to complete the set of poems for this year Parsing compose.

He should have greeted his assistant. Li Jincheng had a chat with the assistant surnamed Yuan. Soon, she transferred part of Li Jincheng's due remuneration to his account.

Li Jincheng transferred the money to the account of the detective agency through online banking, and his part-time job also started this weekend.

Song Liubai's studio is located in the university where Li Jincheng once studied. The quaint single-family building is hidden in a green shade. This is a unique existence in Hong Kong Island, which is full of colonial architectural styles.

This set of poetry analysis is divided into three parts, Tang poetry, Song Ci, Yuan Qu, and Li Jincheng is divided into Song Ci.

There are eight people who work with him, except for Li Jincheng, these people either stay in this school to teach, or have just finished their Ph.D. Fortunately, they are about the same age, and they all like Song Ci, so the atmosphere around them is relaxed and pleasant.

The analysis of Song Ci is also divided into three parts, the introduction of the author, the explanation of rare words and sentences, and a general summary and description of the content of this poem. What Li Jincheng and the others need to complete is the third part, otherwise add the first two, I'm afraid they won't be able to complete the heavy workload within a year.

After they finished their work, Song Liubai and the others selected and revised them, and finally compiled them into a volume, which was published by the publishing house.

Just after he came out of school that day, Li Jincheng received a call from He Zhenxuan.

Because of their busy schedules, they could only contact each other by phone or text message this week.

As soon as he finished talking about his location, Li Jincheng saw a middle-aged man walking towards him.

"Master Jincheng?"

Li Jincheng nodded, and the middle-aged man led him to a black European car parked at the school gate.

He Zhenxuan was sitting there, wearing a light gray shirt that was fully buttoned. He had an outstanding appearance and a stern demeanor, exuding an aura of abstinence from his whole body.

Other than that, his behavior was very elegant, even after Li Jincheng pushed him into the western restaurant, he still looked calm.

Li Jincheng didn't like western food, but he was too hungry. After he devoured a lot of food, he said, "It's not as good as your food."

The movement of wrinkling his nose made him look a bit childish, He Zhenxuan slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said, "We will eat at home from now on."

Hearing his words, Li Jincheng just laughed.

After dinner, He Zhenxuan took Li Jincheng to watch a drama.

This was one of Li Jincheng's few hobbies. When he pushed He Zhenxuan into that venue, he only thought that He Zhenxuan should have read his information before.

This drama is very famous, and it has been enduring for more than ten years. The director is from Taiwan, and the actors in it are all popular stars with talents from both sides of the Taiwan Strait. He fell asleep in the cadence of the actors on stage.

Just about to lean on the chair and simply fall asleep, he felt that He Zhenxuan next to him carefully put his head on his shoulder, as if to make him more comfortable, and he also adjusted his sitting posture by the way.

Li Jincheng was a little moved, but it was a pity that he died once, and the only lesson that death taught him was that he could only rely on himself in everything.

When he was woken up by He Zhenxuan, Li Jincheng was still not really awake. He looked at He Zhenxuan for a while with confused eyes, and then he said, "Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep just now..."

"It doesn't matter, they will stay here for a full month." After thinking for a while, He Zhenxuan said: "If you are tired in the future, just call me, we don't have to meet."

"It's only half a month. After half a month, I shouldn't be so busy."

He Zhenxuan nodded, and handed him another beautifully packaged box.

"what?"

After opening the box, Li Jincheng discovered that there were twenty neatly folded men's handkerchiefs inside, which were soft to the touch, and the brown background was covered with pairs of black letters G.

"Why did you send me this?"

"I saw you using it last time."

After being reminded by him, Li Jincheng remembered that when the two of them practiced walking last time, he used a handkerchief to wipe He Zhenxuan's sweat.

Li Jincheng sighed again for his thoughtfulness and care. Thinking of the children in his class, he smiled and thanked him.

"By the way, how are your feet? Do you dare to step on the ground hard?"

"Dare, but the doctor said that I should not be too anxious, and should proceed step by step."

"What the doctor said is right, you have to listen to him!"

His tone and expression seemed to be talking to a child. He Zhenxuan looked at him and felt that he was much more lively and cheerful than when they met the previous two times.

Just about to say something, Li Jincheng opened the car door and said, "I'm here, Zhenxuan, thank you, and good night."

There was a soft and warm touch on his lips, and He Zhenxuan stretched out his hand to cover it in a daze, and after a while, he turned around as if remembering.

Li Jincheng was wearing a white T-shirt and carrying a black backpack. His figure was tall and straight. Not long after, his back merged into the boundless night.

It wasn't until he disappeared that He Zhenxuan turned around and whispered, "Go home."

As Li Jincheng guessed, except for the unformed relationship at the age of 17, He Zhenxuan has never had a formal relationship with anyone.

Not long after arriving home, Uncle Shao finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Zhenxuan, did something happen?"

After returning home, he sat in the living room uncharacteristically, as if in a daze, but after a while, he would cover his right cheek and show an unknown smile.

When Uncle Shao finished asking this sentence, he realized belatedly that this was a sign of being in love!

When He Zhenxuan looked up, he was staring at Uncle Shao and Grandpa in front of him.

"Zhenxuan, do you like it that much?"

He Zhenxuan looked at his grandfather with a slight smile, but did not speak.

"Since you like him so much, you should propose to him earlier!"

Seeing He Zongtong shaking the newspaper in his hand, He Zhenxuan said hesitantly, "Could you be a little too anxious?"

"Stupid! Jincheng is so popular, what if someone snatches it away?"

After hearing what he said, a sense of crisis suddenly emerged in He Zhenxuan's heart.

Anyone who goes to work probably dreads the arrival of Monday.

Li Jincheng was open all week, and this day he finally heard his cell phone ringing after school.

Seeing the caller ID, Li Jincheng realized that he hadn't deleted Liao Changyuan's phone number.

He didn't hate Liao Changyuan, sometimes he was even grateful to this person, thinking that if it wasn't for Liao Changyuan, he might not know the real cause of his mother's death until now.

And for people like Liao Changyuan, his hatred towards him would probably only turn into some kind of flattery towards him, so he didn't bother to hate him.

After throwing the phone aside, Li Jincheng concentrated on backing up the car.

There are speed limits around the school. Li Jincheng drove his car out of the school gate and was about to turn right when someone rushed out and stopped his car.

Looking at Liao Changyuan lying on the hood of his car, Li Jincheng unconsciously pursed his lips into a straight line and looked at him expressionlessly.