Dressed like a crazy gangster's sick and weak partner

Chapter 29
Nan Qingqing almost choked.

She hurriedly hugged Jiang Beiting's arm: "What do you mean by that?"

Jiang Beiting was still not used to Nan Qingqing's intimate actions, so he said unnaturally, "That's what you heard."

Nan Qingqing scratched her head, a little suspicious of life.

Why does she feel more and more that the plot does not match the book?
The description of Jiang Beiting in the Mingming book is that the lone star of Tiansha, criticizes big bosses madly, and kills people like hemp.

But now?

She has overturned this conclusion several times.

Not only is Jiang Beiting not crazy about criticizing villains, but he is also an important figure in the state secrecy unit.

With this kind of status, even her genius brother likes the man, and has brothers who have been friends for life, and his parents are still alive.

Did she wear a fake book?
This was the only thing Nan Qingqing could think of.

She rubbed the back of her head, confused.

Jiang Beiting didn't explain to her, but looked at the paper on the aluminum kettle seriously. As the water vapor slowly decreased, the characters appeared on it.

It is completely different from the previous cursive script, but if you have a good memory, you will find that these characters are only part of the original font.

Let's put it this way, if I didn't guess wrong, I should have written these characters with a special pen first, and then used ink to write cursive script on the basis of these characters.

All the strokes are covered up, if you don't wash off the ink on it, it is really difficult for people to find the clues.

But a piece of paper, who would have thought that it needs to be scrubbed to reveal the final information?

Even Nan Qingqing only showed it after reading these.

After Jiang Beiting read the contents of the letter, his expression was very serious.

It was rare for Nan Qingqing to regret it.

"Well, I said that I really didn't remember what was written on it, do you believe it?"

Nan Qingqing carefully asked for evidence, and Jiang Beiting rubbed her hair.

"If I was afraid of you watching, I wouldn't do this in front of your face!"

Nan Qingqing: ...

She was weeping, but what she was thinking in her heart was: I would rather not know, the more I know, the worse I will die in the end.

Jiang Beiting put the piece of paper away, and he remembered the content anyway, so he naturally noticed the change in Nan Qingqing's expression. He was in a good mood, but he looked at it, not in a hurry.

Nan Qingqing was still racking her brains to change the topic, but unfortunately there was no good topic for a while, so Zuipiao asked again: "What's the matter with your parents?"

She regretted it after asking, wishing to slap herself twice.

Is this the time to ask this?
If the parents are fine, they can still announce it to the public. How could it be delayed until now?
Jiang Beiting pointed to the letter: "Didn't my dad say that his life is not in danger, but he had to announce his death for special reasons, and they will show up when the time is right!"

The smirk on Nan Qingqing's face could not be maintained.

She really wanted to cover her ears.

"Besides, the letter was written 20 years ago, and now they should appear soon!"

Jiang Beiting helped Nan Qingqing put down the hand that blocked her ears: "Don't be afraid, even if something happens to them, I won't be unable to bear it!"

Nan Qingqing couldn't help laughing dryly.

She wasn't worried about Jiang Beiting, she was for herself.

Jiang Beiting repacked the wooden box, but the gems and the Ping An card were not installed, and those things were pushed in front of Nan Qingqing.

"You keep these!"

Nan Qingqing didn't want it, but she couldn't let go of her fingers.

The gems are so beautiful!

Jiang Beiting didn't know whether he could see it or not?He simply put all the jewelry in the box and handed them to her.

In fact, there were some other things written in that letter. Nan Qingqing felt that her good eyesight and good memory were really not necessary.

In particular, she saw one sentence: "Your uncle's fate has been arranged, don't worry too much!"

Nan Qingqing felt a chill down her back.

Nan Qingqing had a feeling: Jiang Beiting's parents were playing a game of chess, a game that spanned more than 20 years, but they didn't know if they knew she was there.

For parents whose IQ is close to monsters, Nan Qingqing suddenly felt that her elder brother, Loliyin, was still very cute.

She was holding the wooden box, so cute and scary.

Jiang Beiting leaned in front of her, saw that her eyes were full of water, and suddenly felt distressed.

"Don't be afraid, my parents are not bad people!"

Nan Qingqing said, "If your parents are not dead, then my father is not dead either?"

At that time, Nan Qingqing's father was very capable. He said that he disappeared during the mission, but he didn't see the body. The Nan family just brought Nan's father a clothes tomb.

Now she has every reason to wonder if Father Nan is not dead.

Jiang Beiting did not answer this question.

He can be sure that his parents are not dead, not only because of this 20-year-late letter, but also because he has learned about the current situation of his parents through special channels, but as for Nan Qingqing's father, he has never heard of it before. I paid attention to it, but I don't know it now.

But according to his memory, Nan's father never appeared in his previous life. He only saw Nan's mother's collapse and later broke with Nan Boshi.

They had a bad relationship in their previous life.

To live again, Jiang Beiting originally wanted to keep his parents alive, so that the brothers around him could avoid the misery of the previous life, and now add Nan Qingqing's safety.

He won't tell Nan Qingqing about all this.

Nan Qingqing naturally knew that Jiang Beiting would not have an answer, she was just asking for the original owner.

Rubbing the wooden box with his fingers, he smiled again.

"When will we get the certificate?"

Jiang Beiting looked at her.

Nan Qingqing shrinks her neck.

The one who was going to get the certificate today was because she didn't cooperate directly.

"Tomorrow!"

After all, Jiang Beiting did not embarrass Nan Qingqing, and Nan Qingqing nodded obediently.

The Jiang family was in harmony. Nan Qingqing and grandma ground some beans together. They are now cooking soy milk and are going to make tofu at night. They can be stewed tofu the next day.

Nan Qingqing was holding a bowl of hot soybean milk and drinking it slowly. Grandma used a thin sorghum straw to pick up the soybean skin and hung it on the bamboo strip beside her.

The hot water vapor contains the most common pyrotechnic gas.

When Lin Qiuping ran over, she was enveloped in the aroma of soy milk.

"Drink a bowl while it's hot!"

Grandma served Lin Qiuping a bowl of hot soy milk and sprinkled some salt on it.

People here drink salty soy milk.

Lin Qiuping was not afraid of being hot, so she drank half a bowl with her teeth bared, and then she talked about the purpose of coming here.

"Grandma, let me tell you, something serious happened in the village!"

Grandma cheerfully picked up a piece of oily bean curd, which was able to catch Lin Qiuping's words.

"Did the cow in our village give birth? Or the sheep in the east of the village gave birth?"

Lin Qiuping's excitement was instantly frozen. Sure enough, Jiang Hai's was old and spicy. As soon as grandma opened her mouth, Lin Qiuping's excitement was interrupted.

She also drank the remaining half bowl of soy milk, and then she calmed down.

"No, it's Zhuang Zhuang's sister who was divorced, and she will cry at the village branch!"

Nan Qingqing was puzzled, why was Lin Qiuping so excited?

Grandma understood.

"Could it be because of their village's marriage to the River God?"

　It is said that Mother's Day is actually a festival that was spread by a daughter in order to pay homage to her mother.

　　Our real Mother's Day is June [-]th of the lunar calendar.

　　Do you have the custom of celebrating Mother's Day on June [-]th?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)