in the dawn

Holding the bag in his hand, Jiang Chengyun took a look at Qiao Yuchuan, and the two went to his office together, closed the door, Jiang Chengyun took the coat that Qiao Yuchuan took off, and hung it on the hanger.

"I saw that you didn't eat much at noon. Is your stomach okay?" Jiang Chengyun took out a bag of milk from his cabinet, warmed it up with some hot water.

Their investigation hadn't ended at noon, so they could only buy some boxed lunch nearby, which was already cold when he got it, and he found it unpalatable to eat it himself, let alone Qiao Yuchuan.

Jiang Chengyun took the cup and walked to Qiao Yuchuan and sat down, pushed the cup over, "Drink some hot milk first."

Qiao Yuchuan held the cup, and the heat in his hands warmed him up. Although it was early spring, it was still a little cold in the morning and evening. Thanks to Jiang Chengyun's jacket, otherwise he would really be shivering from the cold.

"When did you learn to hide milk in the cabinet." Qiao Yuchuan asked after taking a sip, holding the cup.

"It started when I didn't let you drink coffee in the morning." Jiang Chengyun looked at Qiao Yuchuan with a smile in his eyes.

Qiao Yuchuan lowered his head and took a sip of the milk. Now that he thinks about it, since he was discharged from the hospital, all the coffee and beer at home have been emptied. It seems to be a rule that he must drink a glass of milk every day.

No matter how early Jiang Chengyun leaves, as long as Qiao Yuchuan wakes up, he will be able to see the warm milk. Every time he sees the warm milk, Qiao Yuchuan feels comfortable physically and mentally, but he didn't expect that it is even prepared in the office now.

Many of my living habits were forcibly corrected under Jiang Chengyun's strong intervention, but I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, I began to enjoy the feeling of being controlled by others. Thinking of this, Qiao Yuchuan couldn't help but hook He hooked his lips.

Jiang Chengyun opened the lunch box, put Qiao Yuchuan's favorite food in front of him, and handed over a pair of chopsticks, "Let's eat."

Qiao Yuchuan reached out to take the chopsticks. A dinner is not very delicious, but as long as he can be with the person he cares about most, everything seems to be no problem.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Jiang Chengyun drove Qiao Yuchuan back home in a car. The quiet community with scattered lights made it hard to disturb this rare peace and tranquility.

After Qiao Yuchuan made a decision before, he moved out all his belongings, and sold the house in the suburbs quickly, as if he would never come back.

And Jiang Chengyun also took advantage of the time when Qiao Yuchuan was hospitalized, sorted out and sold all the things in the house, and now the house is completely empty.

Every time Qiao Yuchuan entered the door, he would miss the warm decoration at the beginning. That kind of warm feeling made him feel like he had a home. He stood behind Jiang Chengyun and watched him change his shoes silently. clothes corner.

"When will we refill the home?"

Hearing Qiao Yuchuan's words, Jiang Chengyun turned his head to look at him, then turned his head, "What's the matter, seeing an empty room, is it uncomfortable?"

Qiao Yuchuan knew that Jiang Chengyun usually indulged him very much, and often backed down the bottom line, but if he was really angry about some things, he would definitely make himself deeply reflect and would not forgive easily.

But Qiao Yuchuan really thought about it deeply. Jiang Chengyun might be a little angry, but it seemed that he was not satisfied with what he said, so he simply imitated the other party and directly hit a straight ball.

The moment Jiang Chengyun stepped forward, Qiao Yuchuan hugged him from behind and lowered his voice, "Let's take some time to go shopping and redecorate."

Jiang Chengyun sighed silently, and stretched out his hand to grab Qiao Yuchuan's hand. He knew better than anyone else how much Qiao Yuchuan had struggled and struggled during this time, and he also knew better than anyone else how much Qiao Yuchuan wanted to live with him.

Before, Qiao Yuchuan never cared about where he lived, nor did he deliberately decorate it, and he would sell it at will when he thought about leaving. The money from selling a house or a car is given to yourself as a gift.

When Jiang Chengyun thought of this, he became angry. He couldn't just forgive Qiao Yuchuan. After all, when the other party left so simply and neatly, he didn't give him a single thought. It's one thing for him to feel sorry for him. His long memory is another matter.

Jiang Chengyun grabbed Qiao Yuchuan's hand and pulled him in front of him, with a hidden smile in his eyes, "Such a smart Professor Qiao, did you give up struggling?"

Qiao Yuchuan's eyes wandered for a while, he pursed his lips, his face was a little helpless, "So, do you agree or not?"

Jiang Chengyun lowered his head and kissed Qiao Yuchuan's forehead, then hugged him into his arms, "This will be our home from now on, think about it carefully, what do you want it to be like."

Qiao Yuchuan leaned against Jiang Chengyun's arms, frowned slightly, wondering what he wanted it to look like, Qiao Yuchuan sighed silently, this really created a big problem for himself.

Taking advantage of Jiang Chengyun's spare time to take a shower, Qiao Yuchuan sat on the bed and searched for information about the home with a tablet, but seeing the various unique decoration styles on it, he felt a little headache, this is really not his field of expertise .

Lying on the bed with his head up, Qiao Yuchuan closed his eyes. At the beginning, he really left with the intention of dying, because no one knew Lin Mu better than him.

As long as he goes back, Lin Mu will not give him a chance to leave alive. Facts have also proved that Lin Mu showed no mercy when he attacked, but Qiao Yuchuan's life was too hard, and he survived again.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yuchuan sighed silently. It was beyond his expectation to be able to live, to be able to come back here again, and to be able to live a normal life in peace.

After so many years, he got used to step by step, used to deliberate, used to control everything in his own hands, and accurately calculated every possibility.

Now that there are so many surprises, it really makes him wonder how to deal with it is the most reasonable and the most stable way to maintain the status quo.

Jiang Chengyun happened to come out wiping his head at this moment. Hearing this sigh, he walked to the bedside.

Jiang Chengyun bent slightly and approached, and touched Qiao Yuchuan's forehead with his hand, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Yuchuan stared at Jiang Chengyun, with unspoken warmth in his eyes, perhaps, this was a gift from God, so that he could do it all over again, with the person he cared about most.

Qiao Yuchuan raised his hand, and Jiang Chengyun bent down again. Qiao Yuchuan's hand hooked his neck, and the two kissed together. The soft kiss was full of burning heat, as if to ignite the darkness. night.

The next morning.

Jiang Chengyun and Qiao Yuchuan came to the Municipal Bureau early, and Jiang Chengyun gave the breakfast he bought to Su Bei who was on duty last night to share with everyone.

At eight o'clock in the morning, everyone came to the meeting room with the sorted materials.

"It was hard work everyone worked overtime last night. Now, everyone will report the information they have collected." Jiang Chengyun opened his notebook as he spoke.

He Lang was the first to speak, and he distributed the materials he had sorted out to everyone, "The parents of the deceased Song Xiaoyang ran a canteen in this city. The money I earn can basically cover the daily expenses of the family.”

"Song Xiaoyang's performance in the high school entrance examination was mediocre. Although he was admitted to Ancheng High School, he was not a student in Class [-]."

"Didn't she be admitted to class one when she entered school?" Jiang Chengyun narrowed his eyes, and He Lang nodded with certainty.

"No, Song Xiaoyang was a student in class three when he entered school, and Song Xiaoyang's grades have always been average, and he was not a top student in class three."

"However, Song Xiaoyang performed exceptionally well in a grading test in the second year of high school. With excellent results, she was successfully admitted to Class One, Class Two, Ancheng High School. It’s a joy to mention this.”

"The grades have improved by leaps and bounds, but the increase in grades is too scary." Feng Xue looked at the report card that had climbed in a straight line, and said in surprise.

"I also find this very strange, so I deliberately found out the head teacher who taught Song Xiaoyang when I entered school to find out about the situation."

As he said that, He Lang took out another transcript and put it in front of Jiang Chengyun, "According to this teacher Song Hui, Song Xiaoyang is a very quiet student, and his usual performance is quite satisfactory, and his ranking in the class has always been lower than the middle." , not the kind of gifted student."

"Before the grading test, Song Xiaoyang didn't show any abnormalities, so after the results came out, there were a lot of doubts."

"As the head teacher, Song Hui once talked to Song Xiaoyang, but she didn't say anything, and she kept silent no matter what she asked. Later, Song Xiaoyang transferred to Class [-], and he stopped paying attention to this student."

"What did you gain from the home visit to Song Xiaoyang's house?" Jiang Chengyun closed the notebook He Lang handed over and asked.

"According to her parents, Song Xiaoyang is usually very quiet and rarely communicates with them. After being admitted to the elite class No. [-], she became even more silent and locked herself in her room all day long."

"Before the accident, was there anything unusual about her?" Jiang Chengyun asked.

"I didn't see anything unusual. We investigated Song Xiaoyang's house and found nothing resembling a suicide note, nor anything resembling a diary."

"Then has she had any extra extracurricular tutoring?" Qiao Yuchuan, who had been silent all this time, flipped through the transcript provided by He Lang, and opened his mouth slowly.

He Lang shook his head, "No, Song Xiaoyang's parents said that she usually has a very tight school schedule and very little extracurricular time, and there is too much money for extracurricular tutoring, and the teachers may not be as good as Ancheng High School, so she has been Did not participate in any extracurricular tutoring."