Three days later, Jiang Xun moved into the villa in the east of the city.
People from the moving company were coming in and out, but there was actually nothing to move. He had left Jiang family empty-handed, and now all the things he wanted to move in were new.
Jiang Huaixiao arranged for the people to tidy up the inside and outside of the villa a few days in advance.
Jiang Changping learned the news and started a big fire at the dining table that night.
"How old is he? How do you think he lives alone outside! If outsiders find out, they will think that I, Jiang Changping, can't even tolerate my son!"
Jiang Huaixiao slowly picked up a piece of steamed sea bass without even raising his eyelids.
"Can you tolerate it? On the first day he came back, he was blocked at the door and called a bastard. Where were you?"
Jiang Changping A choke.
"Liu Wanying drugged his milk, did you notice?"
"That's--"
"He jumped through the window and ran away. You are still worrying about the guest list for the wedding banquet. Is this what your biological father did?"
Jiang Changping's face flushed red, his chopsticks were raised in the air and shook twice, but he couldn't hold back a complete sentence.
Jiang Huaixiao put down his chopsticks, pressed the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and stood up.
"I arranged for him to live outside. Anyone who has any objections can come to me directly."
Jiang Yanchu was quietly putting rice into his mouth beside him, his head buried very low, and he pretended not to notice the look of help from his father.
Are you kidding me? My eldest brother even quarrels with my father. Wouldn't he get killed if he tries to get close to me?
Jiang Changping stopped making any sound and sulked silently.
No one in this family dares to confront Jiang Huaixiao now, and his father is no exception.
Jiang Huaixiao's style of doing things has always been uncompromising. The villa in the east of the city is equipped with a driver, two chefs, two servants, a gardener, and bodyguards who work 24 hours a day.
The driver Old Zhao and the bodyguards are both veterans. The chefs were hired from five-star hotels. One is in charge of Chinese food and the other is in charge of Western food.
Secretary Chen had called everyone in for a talk before they started working. The conversation could be summed up in one sentence - what the young master ate every day, how long he slept, where he went out, whether he was in good mood, all details were reported.
Jiang Xun knows nothing about this.
All he knew was that on the night he moved in, Duan Qizhao appeared at the entrance dragging two 28-inch suitcases, followed by a driver who helped carry a PS5 and three monitors.
"I'll stay with my brother for a few days!" Duan Qizhao announced to a room full of people, "It's so deserted for him to live in such a big house alone, right?"
Jiang Xun glanced at him. "Your father has no objection?"
"My dad wants me to get away." Duan Qizhao smiled and pushed the suitcase towards the guest room. "Last week, a piece of paint was rubbed off the yacht he bought. Now he has high blood pressure when he sees me."
What he didn't say was that he had been secretly looking for Shen Wangjing for several weeks.
All available resources were used. While his father was on a business trip, he looked through several well-connected contacts in President Duan's address book, but without exception, he found no news.
Shen Wangjing has not returned to Shiban Village since he was discharged from the hospital. There is no check-in record at the hotel in the town, and he did not show up at the hospital for review.
A big living person with a cast on his leg just disappeared from the world.
So even though Jiang Xun seemed to have some energy and gradually started to eat, Duan Qizhao was still worried. He didn't dare to sleep a wink for the first three nights.
He moved the sofa in the guest room to the door of Jiang Xun's bedroom, wrapped himself in a blanket and nestled on it to play games. Every half hour he would stand up and press his head against the door panel to listen for a while.
On the morning of the fourth day, Jiang Xun pushed open the door and went out to get a drink of water. He almost tripped over the human-shaped obstacle at the door.
"Are you sick?" Jiang Xun held on to the door frame and looked down at Duan Qizhao, who was wrapped in silkworm chrysalis.
Duan Qizhao struggled out of the blanket and pulled out a Blue Hair head. There were two black and blue balls under his eyes. He yawned hugely and said, "You are the one who is sick. I just can't sleep. I'm going to bed."
Jiang Xun stared at him for two seconds, stepped over him, and said, "There is a bed in the guest room, go and sleep."
Duan Qizhao didn't move. He stayed on the chair all night again, and finally moved into the guest room until he confirmed that there was nothing unusual about Jiang Xun.
Jiang Huaixiao kept his promise, Jiang Xun didn't say anything to let him in, and he didn't even take a step closer to the courtyard door.
But every morning at seven o'clock, Secretary Chen would send a report to his mailbox - how many hours did the young master sleep last night, what did he eat in the morning, whether he went out, and how he seemed to be in mood.
There was a photo included in Friday's report, taken secretly by a servant. Jiang Xun was sitting at the dining table drinking soy milk, holding half a meat bun in his hand, and his cheeks were bulging high.
Jiang Huaixiao enlarged and enlarged the photo, looked at it for a long time, and silently saved it in the encrypted folder of the mobile phone album.
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On Monday morning, Jiang Xun appeared at the door of Jinghua Middle School carrying a schoolbag, followed closely by Duan Qizhao, escorting his brother back to school.
The first class was mathematics. The mathematics teacher lectured like chanting sutras, and most of the people in the class were lying on their stomachs.
Duan Qizhao As usual, he put the textbook up to cover his face and prepared to enter sleep mode.
Suddenly there was the sound of turning a book next to me.
Duan Qizhao's eyes widened for a moment, and half of his head poked out from behind the textbook - Jiang Xun turned the math book to the page he was talking about, took out a pen from the pencil case, and wrote a few words in the blank space of the textbook.
The textbook is so new that it can be returned. It has been several months since school started, and this is the first time it has been opened.
Duan Qizhao thought he was asleep and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
What's going on? Jiang Xun is actually listening to the class?!
Duan Qizhao's mouth opened into a standard O-shape, and he swallowed back the sentence "What are you going to eat for lunch?", silently flattened the erected textbook, and took out his pen that had been dusty for three months from the table.
No, the brothers have started to curl up, and it seems very unreasonable for him to sleep on his stomach again.
... But he really doesn't understand.
After holding on for less than ten minutes, his eyes began to blur, and he pinched his thigh hard, grinning in pain, but finally managed not to lie down.
He tore a piece of paper from his exercise book, wrote something and pushed it over - [Why did you suddenly start listening to the lecture? What stimulated you?]
Jiang Xun glanced at the note but did not reply.
Duan Qizhao wrote another one: [Did your elder brother force you to do this? I will scold him for you.]
This is purely a compliment, how dare he.
Jiang Xun didn't even look at it this time.
Duan Qizhao wisely put the note into a ball and stuffed it into the hole in the table. He was so quiet the whole morning that even the head teacher looked at him twice.
This weird silence lasted for a whole week. Duan Qizhao stopped talking nonsense in class, and didn't drag Jiang Xun to the canteen to grab ice and coke after class. He even lay on the table and pretended to be dead during lunch break.
"You're done," Duan Qizhao announced sadly on the way to school, "You were taken away from your body."
Jiang Xun bit the popsicle and ignored him.
"The former Jiang Xun slept in class and yelled at people after class. Now Jiang Xun takes notes in class and does homework after class. Tell me, who are you? Where are you hiding my brother?"
"Your brother is dead," Jiang Xun threw the popsicle stick into the trash can, "Now this is your brother's upgraded version."
Duan Qizhao held his heart and acted for a while, but his steps were obviously much lighter.
No matter what the reason is, Jiang Xun is willing to listen to classes and do homework, which is better than locking oneself in a room and going on a hunger strike.
-
Since the death of my good brother, Duan Qizhao, who no longer sleeps, plays or chats with her in class, counts the days day by day, and every day is extremely long.
It wasn't until after the second class on Wednesday afternoon that there was a knock on the back door of the classroom.
The boy sitting in the last row opened the door, and there was a clerk in a pink apron standing outside.
The paper box he was carrying was printed with the logo of the dessert shop in front of the school - that high-end dessert shop that had to queue for forty minutes to get started and Duan Qizhao cursed capitalism every time he went there.
"Excuse me, is classmate Jiang Xun here?" The clerk looked inside and said, "Someone ordered a cake for him."