Hollow wind

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He had the sun, he had the moon.

The landscape of the high-end community is carefully designed.The garden landscape design of Jiahe Mansion imitates Chinese classical gardens. The entrance of the community is a five-bay gate, which is tall, magnificent and dignified.Passing through the gate, and then bypassing a white marble screen, you can see a thin stream, go along the stream, and then step by step into the simple and elegant oriental garden.

winter night.The temperature is low and the wind blows.

Such a beautiful view has few viewers.

Jiang Xiu had been sitting in the corridor downstairs for more than half an hour. The housekeeper patrolling the community saw that he was coughing badly and poured him a second cup of hot water.He only drank two sips, and the remaining half of the glass of water was held in his hand to warm it, but the small, thin paper cup could not withstand the cold wind in winter nights.

After coming out of Song Qijun's office, he chatted with Chen Xingren for a while.During the half hour in Song Qijun's office, he didn't mention what was discussed with Chen Xingren, but simply arranged some follow-up matters.

After seeing off Chen Xingren, he breathed a sigh of relief, and Jiang Xiu realized that after two days of staying up for this budget meeting, he was like a rusty tin toy, and every step he took was extremely difficult.

But just like before, Song Qijun still didn't get a glimmer of favor in exchange for being busy all night long.

Jiang Xiu laughed at himself, closed his notebook, and asked Xu Zhang to ask the driver to take him home before it was time to get off work.

As the end of get off work approached, the road was already congested.Jiang Xiu was in a daze along the way, and walked to the door of the house in a trance. He heard the sound of cartoons playing through the door, and then he came back to his senses. He called Aunt Wu yesterday to explain the matter of picking up An An from school. At this point, it should be The aunt brought An An back.

He promised Fang Yunwan that he would not disturb him and An An.

Moreover, Jiang Xiu also noticed that for some reason, An An didn't seem to like him very much. As long as he was present, the little guy was like a nervous little hedgehog, ready to prick him with his thorns at any time.

Although this little hedgehog is still very small, the spines on its back are soft and harmless.

But this is Fang Yunwan's little hedgehog after all, and Jiang Xiu still has to take care of his master's emotions after all.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiu withdrew his hand that was about to open the door, turned around and walked to the elevator room, pressed the down elevator to go back to the first floor, found a place in the community where he could sit and rest, and left all the space in the house to An An .

Who would have thought that Jiang Xiu would end up homeless in the cold winter months?

But maybe, Jiang Xiu never had a home.

To be precise, when Jiang Xiu was ten years old, after Song Jin died, he had no home at all.

In Jiang Xiu's memory, Song Jin was a woman like water, gentle and supple, meticulously moisturizing everything around her.Song Jin must be able to manage more than a dozen clothing factories, large and small, for Song Qijun.

But she is not the same as those vigorous and strong women. She is decisive and tenacious in her actions, but her tone of voice has always been soft and gentle, but when she speaks, everyone will involuntarily quiet down and listen to her carefully.

Outside of work, Song Jin also devoted a lot of effort to running the family.

As long as Jiang Xiu can remember, his father Jiang Zhiheng has often been ill.When he was seven or eight years old, Jiang Zhiheng fell ill and came back from a circle outside the gate of hell. Song Jin felt terrified and asked him to stop all work in Songwen Group.

Jiang Zhiheng refused at first.

That was the first time Jiang Xiu saw his parents quarreling.

The usually gentle and submissive mother, and the refined and elegant father spoke at such a high volume for the first time.Jiang Xiu also saw his classmates quarreling in school, and when he was emotional, there were some violent fights.But he felt that the quarrel between his father and mother was different from the quarrel he had seen before. They were emotional, their faces were red, and at the end they burst into tears.

Jiang Xiu didn't know what kind of consensus they reached in the end, but his father did not go to work at Songwen Group after he was discharged from the hospital. He spent a lot of time sleeping, reading and basking in the sun every day, and watering the plants on the balcony.

Only Jiang Xiu, who stayed at home all day during the winter and summer vacations, knew that when his mother was not at home, his father actually hid in the study all day and typed on his computer, or closed his room and made long phone calls.

Sometimes Jiang Xiu would bump into his father secretly working at home.He didn't know why his father had to work so hard behind his mother's back. He asked repeatedly, and finally on a sunny afternoon, his father turned off the computer and told him with a smile: "Songwen and I are the two things your mother values ​​most. I can't let you She ended up empty-handed."

It wasn't until after Jiang Zhiheng died of illness that Song Jin devoted himself to Songwen's various tasks that Jiang Xiu vaguely understood that sentence.Jiang Zhiheng has long known that there is no medicine for himself. He did not intend to create a prosperous Songwen Group for Song Jin. He just tried to integrate himself into the Songwen Group in the limited time. After he left, Song Jin You can have a reason to support yourself to live.

The reason is Songwen Group and him.

It may be very hard, but Song Jin will eventually live the way she wanted to be in the first place in the days when he is not around, full of vigor, pointing the country, just like they imagined when they were young, planning to benefit the world and helping the people.

Perhaps related to his father's illness and his mother's busy schedule, Jiang Xiu learned to be a considerate child early on.He forgot how many times he was forgotten in the kindergarten, how many times he promised to go to the amusement park but couldn't make it due to various reasons. I have learned to face every colorful promise with pessimism and depression.

But even so, he still had a warm family, a refined father, a gentle mother, and a happy and warm family memory.Because of these warm memories, Jiang Xiu recalled his youth, and still felt that that time was full of golden and warm sunshine.

At least, it is warmer than being alone and desolate now.

In the afternoon meeting, when Song Qijun unabashedly favored Song Zheng, Jiang Xiu didn't feel very sad.But at this time the night was dark, except for the gurgling water and the cold wind, there was silence.He thought of Song Jin and Jiang Zhiheng in the silence, and suddenly felt a little grievance in his heart.

If Song Jin was still there, after all, she was Song Qijun's own child. Could it be that the pointer of the balance in Song Qijun's heart would be pulled back a few inches, so that it wouldn't all be on Song Zheng's side?Wouldn't it be, at least for Song Jin's sake, that Song Qijun would be willing to listen carefully to what he wanted to say?

But if Song Jin is still there and Jiang Zhiheng is still there, what does it matter if Song Qijun still targets him like this?

If Song Jin was still there, if Jiang Zhiheng was still there, he probably wouldn't feel so uncomfortable after being wronged in the company, drinking a bowl of egg flower rice wine made by his mother when he returned home, and telling his father what happened today .

But, nothing.

Song Jin was gone, and Jiang Zhiheng was gone. The three people who ate together, drank tea and basked in the sun, left him alone, blowing cold wind in this empty and dark world.

The second glass of water in his hand was already completely cold.

Jiang Xiu held the water glass, lowered his head, and seriously watered a plant by the corridor.In winter, the leaves of these plants seem to be shrunken and pitiful. They will not bloom in the twelfth lunar month. In fact, even if they bloom, Jiang Xiu may not be able to recognize them.

Flowers, sunshine, these vivid and beautiful things, he didn't take much care of them.

For a long time, Jiang Xiu only wanted to live actively and enthusiastically only indirectly.

But he also found that he seemed unable to live actively and enthusiastically by himself.Sometimes, he feels like he is a tiny planet in the universe.

If he is lucky enough to meet the sun, he will be the bright moon; if he wanders alone, he will be a dark speck of dust.

He had the sun, he had the moon.

Although not for a long time, he also embraced the light once.

"Jiang Xiu, why are you here?"

The paper cup held by Jiang Xiu's fingertips was empty, but his heart was suddenly full because of the voice.He raised his head, and the voice came from a ball of warm light, which lingered on a tall figure, with a circle of fluffy and warm edges.

He couldn't see what he looked like.

But he knew that it was a certain sun he had met before.

After going back to work after a day off, Fang Yunwan was a little busy.There were a few things that were a little urgent, so he had to stay and work overtime. After completing the things that had to be completed today, he packed up his things and left the company. When he arrived at Jiahe Mansion, it was already past eight o'clock.

In such a cold day, there are not many people in the community garden.

For some reason, Fang Yunwan walked into the community and saw a person sitting in the winding corridor by the lake at a glance.

The man was thin and tall. After nightfall, the landscape lights arranged by the lake cast light scatteredly, and the soft light hit him. Fang Yunwan felt a little familiar from his figure surrounded by light. .

Taking a closer look, it was indeed Jiang Xiu.

"Jiang Xiu?" Fang Yunwan called him again.

This person clearly heard his voice and looked up, and he clearly saw him, but he refused to talk to him.Could it be that, are you getting angry for no reason?

Fang Yunwan called him again, took a few steps forward, and finally saw Jiang Xiubai's swaying face in the darkness clearly.

Jiang Xiu breathed lightly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Why did you come back so late? Go upstairs for dinner."

"What about you? Why don't you go upstairs?"

why?How could you forget what you said a few days ago?

Because you and your little hedgehog don't like me.

The reason is very simple, but when it came to Jiang Xiu's mouth, he said neither serious nor serious: "You go up first, and I will sit down for a while."

"Why are you sitting here? Are you waiting to be frozen to death?" Fang Yunwan wanted to reach out and pull him, "Let's go up together..."

Before Fang Yunwan finished speaking, Fang Yunwan's fingers hadn't even touched the corner of Jiang Xiu's clothes, when he saw Jiang Xiu falling lightly like a pale and thin kite.Fortunately, he had already walked in front of Jiang Xiu, only half a step away from him, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the fallen person, who happened to be caught firmly in his arms by him.

"Jiang, Jiang Xiu, what's wrong with you?"

No one answered his question, only the howling cold wind.

Fang Yunwan looked down at the person in his arms.Jiang Xiu's face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, his breathing was shallow and short, and he passed out.

But what happened?Why did Jiang Xiu faint without warning?

A gust of cold wind rolled over from the lake, and Fang Yunwan felt a chill of fear run up his back.

The author says:

Together with Xiuxiu and Xiaofang, I would like to wish everyone a happy new year in advance-I wish you all a happy new year, and the tigers and tigers will be powerful-I wish you all the new year’s chasing articles will not be cheated, and the books will be updated——

Then, if I put down Xiuxiu, I will run away——

Let Xiuxiu rest for a few days during the Spring Festival, see you in the second or third year of junior high school——

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!