The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 349
Chen Xing had a good impression of Qi Jiang when he was dealing with him.

Seeing him this time, I was very happy, so I insisted on pulling him into the small room opposite for a drink.

After a while, two small cups and a clay pot covered with a red cloth were placed on the small table.

Chen Xing took off the lid, poured a glass and handed it to Qi Jiang, the aroma of the wine overflowed immediately.

"I brought my mother's sweet-scented osmanthus wine back home this time. Xiao Lan won't be allowed to drink it for the exam tomorrow, so you and I are welcome and drink more."

Qi Jiang had never tasted home-brewed sweet-scented osmanthus wine, so he thought it was fresh.

"In this way, I'll try a drink or two, and when my third brother finishes his exams, we'll drink together to celebrate."

Qilan stayed in the yard, facing the wind, reciting notes softly.

At this time, a man's muffled voice came from another room:

"Xiao Chen, is Chrissy back yet?"

Chen Xing's wine had already reached his lips, a gleam of pleasure flashed in his eyes, and he replied briefly: "No!"

After speaking, he held the cup and tilted his neck to drink happily.

Holding the wine glass in his hand, Qi Jiang pricked up his ears to listen, and asked quietly, "Why is this voice so familiar?"

Chen Xing told the truth that he and Qilan rescued the third son of the Zhu family, Xingyuan, and stayed here to recuperate.

Qi Jiang asked in confusion: "Isn't it right? I read Miss Zhu's obituary in the newspaper a while ago, saying that the third brother died unexpectedly and has already been buried."

Chen Xing couldn't tell why this time, so he had to pull Qilan, who had just entered the realm of studying, to the table again.

Qijiang stared at Qilan, asked to understand, but was even more sad.

"This man who gave Juanjuan a crooked idea is a powerful character. The obituary is not something that can be issued casually. Once it is issued, Brother Xingyuan will not be able to return to his original life."

At that time, no one had invented the term "social death".

However, Zhu Xingyuan has always been quite resentful about this "bad policy" of letting his own sister report his death in the newspaper in exchange for peace.

If I had known this, I might as well have died. Without my job and social status, I couldn’t live with my own identity. What kind of shit is this?
At first, he just complained to Chen Xing behind Chris's back and sighed.Later, it even developed to be able to get angry and curse in front of Chris.

Early this morning, Xingyuan was so preoccupied that he suffered from insomnia and was bothered by everything. When he woke up, he threw a teacup against the wall loudly.

Chris came back from the night and hadn't slept enough. Hearing the sound, she hurriedly put on her clothes and came over. When she saw the cup fragments mixed with tea, she knew that Xingyuan was unhappy again.

She went to the yard to find a broom and was about to clean it, but saw Chen Xing rushing over after hearing the sound, snatched the broom from her thoughtfully, and carefully cleaned up the debris on the ground.

He also quietly persuaded: "Go outside and relax, I am enough here."

Chris accepted his favor, gave him a grateful look, changed into warm clothes and went to the church outside.

Right now, Chen Xing and Qi Jiang are drinking sweet-scented osmanthus wine, but the foreign girl hasn't come back yet.

Xing Yuan didn't know whether it was because of his conscience, or because he hadn't finished venting his anger. In the afternoon, he suddenly asked why Chris didn't return.

Chen Xing wished that she would go home for dinner after playing happily outside.

Otherwise, she would have to take care of a moody and complaining man all day long, and she would feel uncomfortable as a bystander.

Qijiang was worried that Xingyuan would not be used to living here, and that he would not be able to breathe well every day, and his body would be exhausted, and Zhu Juanjuan would still be dragged down in the end.

"Brother Chen, I'll go see Brother Zhu and chat with him, maybe I'll feel better."

Chen Xing sized him up suspiciously, "Are you familiar with him?"

Qi Jiang hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "The friendship is not shallow."

After finishing speaking, he put down his wine glass, pushed open the half-hidden door and walked in.

Seeing this, Qilan rolled up the paper in his hand, tucked it under his arm, and followed, leaving Chen Xing alone to pack up the wine glass and go to the well to rinse.

Xing Yuan leaned on the bed, lazily looking at a spider web on the window.

His legs were covered with a new crumpled quilt, which was sent by Yue Xian, and Chen Xing generously shared it with him. He didn't appreciate it very much, but felt that everyone in the room was an eyesore to varying degrees.

"Brother Xingyuan, I'm here to see you."

Qi Jiang stood beside the bed, straightened the quilt for him, and moved a wooden stool to sit down.

"Second Gu, I hope you will lose your eyesight!"

Xing Yuan said while reaching out to shake Qi Jiang's hand, begging urgently: "My future brother-in-law, please get me out as soon as possible, and let your father arrange something for me!"

In his heart, the fourth younger sister is Qijiang's weakness, as long as Zhu Juanjuan is involved, Gu'er Er will have nothing to refuse.

Qijiang's hand was firmly held by him. Seeing that he was agitated, he couldn't refuse, and comforted him casually: "The most important thing now is to heal the injury and recover quickly. I will talk to my father about the work. There will be, don't worry."

Qilan couldn't see Xingyuan using his own sister as a bargaining chip to force his second brother to do things, so he persuaded him coldly:

"Brother Xingyuan, Sister Juanjuan published the fake obituary to save you. Now that the rumors are so tight, you have to be careful to show up. If Sergeant Liu finds out, there is really no way out--"

Before he finished speaking, Xingyuan grabbed the pillow and "slapped" him, glared at him angrily and said, "Gu Laosan, you kicked my waist last time, this debt has not been settled with you." Calculate it carefully, I will spare you for my brother-in-law's sake!"

Chen Xing washed the cups and heard the noise in the room, so he also came in and said:

"What's the point of Xiaolan kicking you? He pulled me to save your life, and almost put us both in!"

"A manly man is magnanimous in his work. It's really annoying to be so fussy!"

Seeing that Chen Xing and Qilan were both "firing" at Xingyuan, Qijiang was afraid that they would hurt their peace, so he had to go back and forth to persuade them to fight.

In the end, Qilan fell silent and pulled Chen Xing out together.

That night, Chris came back from church and bought some delicious snacks.

Xingyuan didn't know whether he became sober after being scolded, or he had more resentment in his heart, but he was much quieter.

Qilan reads all night in Lin Mi's room, Qijiang and Chen Xing are squeezed into the same bed, the space is too small, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

In the yard a few streets away, Lin Yitang was walking alone, looking at the bright moon in the gray clouds, walking back and forth.

It's not that he didn't see Caiwei's thoughts.

A 19-year-old man, although he can roughly distinguish between friendship, family affection and love, he is at a loss when these are mixed together and inseparable.

His silk shirt was given by his mother on his birthday. It has special meaning, and he wore it for the first time on the day of the wedding reception.

This dress also accompanied him through the prison, and he was still wearing it under the police uniform when he fled.

Caiwei washed it for him, and only after folding it did he find that the clothes were not damaged, but a silver button had fallen off for no reason.

He didn't know where this button went, and he just wanted to go back to the south one day and find someone to make an identical one.

However, he didn't know that the button was wrapped in a handkerchief and was lying on the pillow of a lady in the east of the city.

(End of this chapter)