Jiang Nan remained silent for a long time. He didn't answer 771's question. His mind was blank as he skillfully ground coffee, frothed milk, and finally pulled out a very beautiful pattern.
After doing all this, he released the coffee cup and stared blankly at the milk foam on top.
The milk foam is shaped like a leaf, layered upon layered, with beautiful white foam floating on top.
"771." Jiang Nan finally spoke, pointing casually to the leaves above, and said, "Doesn't this look like me?"
The Little Black Ball stared intently at the latte art and said, "I don't want to, it's whiter than you."
"Similar."
Unlike usual, Jiang Nan didn't argue with it. He just stared at the latte art on it and repeated very quietly, "It looks like it."
As a child in the orphanage, Little Jiang Nan, as always, didn't like to drink water. Children's mouths get dry easily, and he was exceptionally good-looking, a delicate and beautiful little baby. The director felt sorry for him.
I put a tiny bit of formula in his bottle, not much, but it tasted milky.
He loved watching " Journey to the West " back then, and his favorite character was Sun Wukong. He watched and watched, and finally turned to the dean and asked, "Dean, why do all the demons have dads and moms, but Sun Wukong doesn't?"
The dean hesitated for a moment, then said, " Sun Wukong sprang from a stone, and the stone is his father and mother."
Little Jiang Nan breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as he has his mom and dad, that's enough."
The child turned his head back, seemingly relieved.
The headmistress sensed something was wrong and went around to check. She noticed that Little Jiang Nan's grape-like eyes were completely red, and tears were streaming down his face. He was crying quietly, and when he realized the headmistress was watching him, he couldn't help but raise his little hand and wipe his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Even Sun Wukong knows where he came from, so why doesn't Nannan know?"
The dean didn't know what to say for a long time.
Little Jiang Nan is usually very optimistic, rarely cries or fusses, asks for whatever is given to her, and doesn't say what she likes. She is the most enthusiastic eater, the most enthusiastic sleeper, and the most enthusiastic TV watcher every day.
The name Jiang Nan was suggested by the dean.
He was an abandoned baby, picked up on South Street. He was given a surname randomly chosen from the Hundred Family Surnames. At first, he was called " Jiang Nan ". But he was too talkative. He started babbling when he was just a few months old. Even when he couldn't speak clearly, he would insist on saying it. After he could talk, he could chat with the sycamore tree in the yard for two hours.
Taking advantage of the fact that the sycamore tree can't talk, he started talking about everything from what he ate that day to how uncomfortable it was for him to be unable to poop.
The tree stood silently and tall, accompanying Jiang Nan as he grew from a tiny baby clutching a milk bottle into a tall, slender boy with smiling, crescent-shaped eyes.
People come and go around her, but only that tree remains. It stands tall and straight, its branches lush and verdant, silent yet giving Jiang Nan so much strength.
It is said that fallen leaves return to their roots, but Jiang Nan cannot find his biological parents or his place of origin. He is not even as valuable as a fallen leaf.
But standing under this sycamore tree, he seemed like a leaf.
On the day Jiang Nan was admitted to a prestigious university, the dean, whose hair was gray, gave him a coming-of-age gift.
A handwritten letter and a brand-new mobile phone.
When the handwritten letter was opened, it contained only a very short sentence.
In these vibrant years, I always hope that he will grow like a tree.
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After Jiang Nan brought the coffee back, Jiang Qingye smelled the rich aroma, closed the file, and asked with some surprise, "Didn't you say you hated coffee the most? Why are you being so well-behaved today?"
Jiang Nan placed the coffee in front of him and rubbed her hands together. "There's something I want to tell you."
"Speak." Jiang Qingye's eyebrows furrowed slightly, sensing that this person wasn't just a little strange today, but very strange.
Jiang Nan looked down at her toes and said, "This might be a bit unreasonable..."
He was silent for a moment, then finally spoke, "I want a divorce."
Jiang Qingye suddenly sat up straight. "Did he bully you?"
"No," Jiang Nan quickly said, "I just don't want to be with a... cripple anymore. It's tiring, so I want a divorce. The responsibility lies with me."
Jiang Qingye stared at him without saying a word.
Jiang Nan said, "I wonder if this divorce will cause trouble for the company..."
Ultimately, the marriage between Jiang Nan and Fu Jingzhou is not simply a union of two families, but rather a transformation of two companies.
"No, that won't happen," Jiang Qingye said decisively. "If you've really thought it through, then leave. I'll help you handle things with Mom and Dad and the board of directors."
Jiang Nan was a little touched. "You're so kind."
Jiang Qingye chuckled, picked up his pen, and casually tapped the boy's pink hair, saying, "Call me 'brother'."
Jiang Nan honestly replied, "Thank you, brother."
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After leaving the company, Jiang Nan thought for a moment, then, fully armed, went to the supermarket for a while.
He bought some vegetables and pork, and after returning to Jinghe Garden, he thought for a moment and opened WeChat.
Zhouzhou Wife was still pinned to his chat list, but the two hadn't messaged each other for a long time. After thinking for a while, Jiang Nan finally sent a message: "[ Zhouzhou, when are you coming back?]"
Actually, he initially typed "baby" as the nickname, but later deleted it.
Fu Jingzhou had just finished a meeting when he received this message.
He loosened his tie, his face showing obvious signs of fatigue.
During the meeting, the two disagreed and started arguing at the conference table. Both were long-time employees of the company, stubborn and inflexible, and couldn't be persuaded. When they argued, they were no different from middle-aged women from the countryside.
After the two finished arguing, everyone else at the conference table looked like they'd just eaten shit.
His phone rang, and he calmly picked it up. His gaze suddenly softened.
He thought for a moment and replied: [Five o'clock.]
Jiang Nan replied quickly with an emoji of a little rabbit sitting on the ground obediently saying "okay".
Fu Jingzhou's heart softened. He rarely got angry with Jiang Nan, and the fact that he had several treasures outside had been bottled up in his heart for so long that it had unconsciously dissipated.
Now, as long as Jiang Nan takes the initiative to speak, his feigned indifference is like a bubble that bursts at the slightest touch.
Fu Jingzhou thought for a moment and then sent a message to their childhood friends group.
F: [ Jiang Nan and I have made up.]
Shen Xingli was still at home picking his toes when he replied instantly: [Congratulations!]
Qin Feng saw it, but didn't want to reply.
For five consecutive days, he had received divorce papers from Pei Jin every day at work.
Shangguan Feng replied five minutes later: [Looks like the book I bought for you guys worked.]
Shen Xingli: [Stop patting yourself on the back, get out of here.]
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Jiang Nan spent the afternoon flipping through recipes and watching two hours of Douyin tutorials before finally cooking a meal with great confidence.
After cooking, two pots were ruined, and the scrambled eggs looked even worse than Shen Anbai, resembling a pile of excrement.
771 clicked his tongue and said, "[ Shen Anbai is truly wronged.]"
"What do you know?" Jiang Nan was very dissatisfied. Finally, she picked up her chopsticks and threw away the part that was too burnt. After throwing it away, there were less than half a plate of eggs left.
He thought for a moment, then picked up the black pepper sauce and drew a line on the side of the plate before arranging the eggs in a very elegant way.
"This is at least Michelin five-star level."
Jiang Nan spent the afternoon making scrambled eggs, tomato and egg soup, stir-fried green peppers and potatoes, and stir-fried green peppers and meat.