You're not planning to open at all, are you?

Wu Qiulian decided to move to J City next door. There was a relative of hers there, and the house to rent was already taken care of. Now the main task was to organize the old things at home.

Ji Jiang also followed Wu Qiulian back to the small house that Bai Jiu rented.

There are very few things in Bai Jiu's room. According to his own words, he can throw away everything that can be thrown away, and the main thing is to bring himself there.

Ji Jiang opened the closet and looked. They were all old clothes. Bai Jiu preferred light-colored clothes, but black accessories. The hats and gloves were all black, and they looked simple and deserted when put together.

It seems that there is nothing worthy of his nostalgia in this world, be it things or people.

Ji Jiang looked at Bai Jiu's bedside, and there were only mobile phone chargers and a few books.

Putting all those things into the bag, when Ji Jiang was about to open the door to go out, he saw the bedside table again from the corner of his eye.

The cabinet was so small and inconspicuous that he almost ignored it.

There should be nothing inside, and with the mentality of not wanting to miss anything, Ji Jiang walked over, knelt down and opened the cabinet.

When he saw the contents clearly, Ji Jiang was taken aback.

Several medicine bottles, medicine boxes of different sizes, and... a short knife.

Ji Jiang first looked down at the medicines.

The names of these medicines were different, but Ji Jiang recognized the ingredients. Some were stomach medicines, some were sleep aids, and some... were antidepressants.

Ji Jiang's brows gradually tightened. He looked at those cheap medicines, and then looked at their side effects, and suddenly remembered that Bai Jiu would be very sleepy at certain moments. Rapid heartbeat, slight dizziness...

And these drugs can also cause serious cardiovascular side effects, blurred vision...even acute poisoning.

Ji Jiang pinched the medicine bottle, exerting force unconsciously, until the medicine bottle was pinched and deformed without noticing.

His gaze shifted to the short knife again, more precisely a gun, just press the lock button on the side lightly, and the blade will pop out in an instant.

The sharp blade was glowing with a cold light, and one part of the handle was polished shiny. It could be seen that the owner often held it, and might even carry it with him.

...What kind of situation makes a person want to hold the knife in his pocket at all times and is unwilling to put it down?

Wu Qiulian packed her things, but she didn't wait for Bai Jiu's classmate to come out. She walked to the door and asked, "Are you ready?"

Ji Jiang squatted at the head of the bed with an indescribable expression on his face. Hearing her voice, he stood up and put the things in his hand back into the drawer.

"All right."

"Thank you," Wu Qiulian said apologetically, "Our Xiaojiu matter... really troubles you."

Wu Qiulian hadn't been in contact with the society for a long time, and she didn't know what to do with many things. The procedures for Bai Jiu's transfer were handled by Ji Jiang's trustee.

She didn't expect that this young man looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he handled things neatly and easily, better than many adults.

Ji Jiang smiled: "You are welcome, Bai Jiu's business is my business, I am his friend, this is what I should do."

……

Zhou Chuanyang didn't know that Bai Jiu was hospitalized until a few days later. He rushed to the hospital in a hurry and bought three big bags of fruit. Looking at Bai Jiu who had lost a lot of weight, his whole face was slumped.

Bai Jiu couldn't see others like this, and urged Ji Jiang to drive Zhou Chuanyang back to school.

A few days later, Bai Jiu had the stitches removed and he was able to leave the hospital.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, Wu Qiulian also packed her luggage and prepared to move with Bai Jiu.

It was the moving company that Ji Xiang made an appointment with. He helped Bai Jiu complete the formalities and helped him get into the car.

"I'm fine." Bai Jiu was not used to being taken care of like this, "the stitches have all been removed."

"Don't move around," Ji Jiang obviously didn't listen to what he said, carefully fastened his seat belt, and went back to help Wu Qiulian get things.

The driver lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and asked Bai Jiu with a smile, "Your brother treats you pretty well."

"?" Bai Jiu looked at him suspiciously, "What brother?"

"Isn't he your brother?" said the driver.

"No, he's me..." Bai Jiu quickly denied the word "brother" first, then paused before saying, "...friend."