Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Wherever Qiao Yu is, that is home. …

After hearing what Jiang Mian said, Qiao Yu was silent for a long time, but was not too surprised.

After a moment, he was even a little surprised at his own calmness. He turned sideways and looked for Jiang Mian's face in the misty darkness.

Before saying forgiveness, Qiao Yu had prepared so much in her heart, in fact, she was almost persuading herself in a disguised way to accept another Jiang Mian, whose ideas were contrary to her own.

After talking for a long time and finally getting such a response from the other party, his first reaction was relief. It was as if a voice in his heart continued Jiang Mian’s words and said, "As expected."

He had thought about this situation, but didn't think deeply about it, for fear of putting Jiang Mian on the moral high ground.

As a result, Jiang Mian now told him: I am on the moral high ground - there are only conflicts between them, no betrayal.

"Did they force you?" Qiao Yu put his left hand under his face and said gently, "Why didn't you tell me at the beginning?"

"I can't remember," Jiang Mian moved closer and pressed his forehead against Qiao Yu's. His brows were furrowed, and he would close his eyes from time to time to briefly recall the past, "When I remembered it, you no longer believed me."

He said, smiling: "Actually, I still can't remember any specific details, this is what was written in the email."

Because of the Jiang family's initial small profits, conflicts accumulated between Jiang Mian and Qiao Yu to varying degrees.

Jiang Mian doesn't care about what Qiao Yu cares about.

But Qiao Yu didn't need what Jiang Mian got.

These contradictions were deliberately downplayed, blocked and suppressed in daily life, resulting in the appearance that the two people seemed to share the same hatred of the enemy, but in fact they had already parted ways.

As the college entrance examination progressed and with the interference of the Jiang family, Jiang Mian's vision expanded from "school" to the entire "society", and he began to realize how small and powerless he was.

He was always worried about Qiao Yu, and about things he could do nothing about.

Even if those things are impossible to happen, I still feel anxious when I think about them.

He wanted to pave the way for Qiao Yu, both in terms of future and retreat, or to reduce some of the burden on his life.

He knew that Qiao Yu was a good student, and Jiang Mian himself was not good enough, so he didn't want to delay the other party.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old has a simple mind and can see through everything at a glance, but he insists on competing with the old foxes who are immersed in the business world.

After putting a lot of thought into it, I felt like I had it almost certain.

Those involved are confused, while bystanders are anxious.

They started arguing and conflicts broke out.

Jiang Mian left in anger and Qiao Yu did not try to keep him.

Although they didn't see each other again for five years, no one thought of breaking up that night.

"How did they... force you?" Qiao Yu's worries came five years late, but she still had them. "Did they write that in the email?"

"I just mentioned it briefly and didn't write it in detail," Jiang Mian said with a smile, "Maybe I feel embarrassed myself."

"Don't you remember anything at all?" Qiao Yu asked carefully, "You came to Huaicheng this time, and walked through those places, don't you remember anything?"

Jiang Mian was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "I remembered something, and I remembered my grandma."

"I miss grandma," Qiao Yu repeated in a low voice, and then muttered, "Just miss grandma?"

Jiang Mian moved closer, almost touching his forehead: "Are you jealous?"

Qiao Yu shrank his neck: "No."

His words were so soft that they were barely more than a whisper, and he buried his face in the quilt like an ostrich.

Unfortunately, he was taken out halfway through the insertion by Jiang Mian, who rubbed his cheek with his fingers and rested his chin in his palm.

"Think slowly, and you'll remember everything."

Jiang Mian didn't plan to tell Qiao Yu about his specific situation for the time being. Firstly, he was afraid that he would worry, and secondly, his recovery was changing day by day, and no one could tell whether his brain would be working well tomorrow.

Qiao Yu didn't force him to remember anything, as recovering memory is not something that can be done overnight.

But now listening to Jiang Mian clarifying the misunderstanding, it was inevitable that he would think of the doubts and resentments he had in the past, and now they all had corresponding answers and belongings.

He didn't remember when he fell asleep, he just remembered that he was talking to Jiang Mian the whole time.

They were talking about nothing but gossip and daily trivia. Jiang Mian didn't remember much and basically just listened to what Qiao Yu said. Later, Qiao Yu fell asleep and Jiang Mian tilted his head and kissed his eyes.

Qiao Yu slept soundly that night, as if he had sunk to the bottom, and was held steadily by Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian didn't sleep much. He couldn't fall asleep and kept looking at Qiao Yu.

Occasionally I would reach out and touch the other person's hair and face, but I was afraid of waking them up, so I didn't do it very often.

When he came to Huaicheng, everything was unfamiliar. Although Jiang Mian had become accustomed to all kinds of strange things suddenly appearing in his life, out of human instinct, he was still more willing to move closer to familiar things.

He was only familiar with Qiao Yu.

Jiang Mian was very glad that he saw Qiao Yu as soon as possible after his second amnesia, which slightly alleviated the fear brought by the strangeness.

It’s not that I’m afraid, it’s just…

Who would want to be in pain?

During the days when Qiao Yu was in Beijing, the broken string in Jiang Mian's head began to slowly tighten, but not too much. He always had a sense of security in his heart and could hug Qiao Yu and relax for a while after dark.

But a few days after he woke up, Qiao Yu was about to leave, and Jiang Mian couldn't keep him.

In just less than half a month, Jiang Mian absorbed all the information belonging to him like a sponge and sorted out his assets spread all over the world.

Mr. Jiang's complete decentralization made Jiang Mian's worth soar. Strange and hostile looks swarmed in, like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, about to fall. Jiang Mian kept his nerves tense and could not relax for even a moment.

After Qiao Yu fell asleep, Jiang Mian got up and went to the balcony.

He was wearing an outer coat, which was neither cold nor warm, but allowed the night breeze to blow in. He stood there and replied to the messages he had not replied to before.

Sometimes Jiang Mian needed such low temperatures to stay awake. He lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly under the cool moonlight.

Judging from his aversion to tobacco in the past few days, he should not smoke, but sometimes he was very upset and couldn't help but smoke a cigarette next to Luo Hao.

Not addictive, just for refreshing purpose.

It was already late at night when he finished today's work. He still had half a cigarette left, so he simply smoked it in the night breeze.

The house is on the street, facing the road.

Because it is near the university town, it is not very noisy.

Through the light gray smoke, Jiang Mian looked at the street lights that meandered all the way to the end of the night.

Compared to the hardships six months ago, this time it only took him three or four hours to get from Beijing to this strange city - a place that he would probably never set foot in a parallel world.

But he came because of Qiao Yu.

The orange sparks burned his butt, and Jiang Mian pressed them into a wet tissue.

He bent down to smell his clothes, then opened the fan and looked back into the room. It was pitch black through the half-hanging curtains, so he simply took off his coat.

Look up and exhale a puff of mist, then watch it dissipate in front of you in an instant.

There were still some lights on in some residential buildings in the distance, and finally his light could be seen among the thousands of lights in the houses.

Jiang Mian returned to his room only after the smell of smoke had almost dissipated.

Qiao Yu was half asleep and half awake. When someone approached, he subconsciously moved over and touched Jiang Mian's arm. He was soon coaxed into falling asleep again.

Although it took a while for Jiang Mian to get into bed after entering the room, he still felt a little cold compared to Qiao Yu who had been in bed the whole time.

He covered his hands for a while before touching Qiao Yu's hair. When his fingers touched the soft hair, his heart felt relaxed, soft and warm, like a burnt marshmallow, which was swollen and warm.

This feeling is wonderful and comfortable.

It allowed Jiang Mian to let go of the tension he had in Beijing and sink into the soft bed little by little.

The world is a huge network, connecting Beijing and Huaicheng.

Qiao Yu is the anchor point on this line, and is Jiang Mian’s destination and bond.

Wherever Qiao Yu is, that is home.

He always has to go home.

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The next day, Qiao Yu was woken up by the alarm clock.

He got up with his eyes squinting, feeling that he hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time.

He tilted his head to look at the bed again. There were still wrinkles on the pillow. Jiang Mian came to Huaicheng yesterday. It was not a dream.

There was a tinkling sound coming from the living room. Qiao Yu got up and left the room. Jiang Mian was making breakfast.

He had just finished making it and had already brought out a bowl.

Qiao Yu walked over and saw tomato and egg noodle dumplings.

"Awake?" Jiang Mian said with a smile, "I was just about to call you."

Qiao Yu also smiled and looked up to ask Jiang Mian: "Did you read it in the email?"

Jiang Mian raised his chin and handed over a pair of chopsticks: "The email didn't tell me how to make it. Try it and see if the taste has changed."

Qiao Yu went to wash up first, and when she came out, Jiang Mian was on the phone again.

The other party seemed to be very busy, so he did not disturb him. He walked to the table and picked up a spoon to stir the noodles.

In fact, the method of making this thing is the same, there is nothing to be particular about. Even if Jiang Mian loses his memory, he can still restore the previous method and the taste will not change.

After eating a few bites, Jiang Mian came back after making a phone call.

"How is it?" he asked.

"It's delicious." Qiao Yu was very polite.

Jiang Mian lowered his head and took a bite: "The taste hasn't changed?"

Qiao Yu shook his head: "Nothing has changed."

On a winter morning, drinking a bowl of hot soup can warm your body up quickly.

However, he hadn't taken a few bites when Jiang Mian called again. He took a look and hung up, then turned off the silent mode and stuck the phone on the table.

Qiao Yu put down the spoon and told him not to delay his work.

Qiao Yu had never had any idea about Jiang Mian's work.

Firstly, that was not the circle he was in, so he didn't know what was normal. Secondly, he used to think that he and Jiang Mian were on two different paths, and he couldn't control if the other party wanted to take risks, so he would avoid it if he could.

Things are different now. He and Jiang Mian are together again, so Qiao Yu feels that he should ask about these things.

However, due to the way the question was asked, he never opened his mouth.

After finishing the meal and washing the dishes, Qiao Yu took advantage of this opportunity to stand side by side with Jiang Mian and spoke amid the rustling water.

"A Mian, you told me before that the Jiang family had committed some illegal acts. Do you remember?"

Jiang Mian paused while washing the dishes, but only for a moment before returning to normal and saying "hmm" softly, "Don't get involved in that."

"What about you?" Qiao Yu asked, "Are you interfering?"

Jiang Mian didn't want to be perfunctory or deceive Qiao Yu. He paused and nodded, "Yes."

Qiao Yu didn’t know what this “in” meant, nor did he know the importance of the role Jiang Mian played in it.

But he believed that Jiang Mian would not do anything that touched the bottom line, but the innocent may not be innocent, and it is hard to guarantee that he would be implicated in things that happened between people.

"The Jiang family is doing all kinds of dirty things. What are you doing in there?" Qiao Yu murmured, not saying it too loudly.

Although he didn't think Jiang Mian was greedy for money and reluctant to give up the Jiang family's property.

But human nature is there after all. They were afraid of being poor, and they separated just for that little bit of money.

"Don't worry," Jiang Mian smiled. "Compared to when I returned to China, the situation now is a thousand times better. I have an old man above me, and no one dares to mess with me. And with you here, I won't mess with you either."

"But--"

Qiao Yu was halfway through his words when a ring suddenly rang in the bedroom.

He quickly got up and went over, and saw that the screen was opened by Luo Hao.

"Is Jiang Mian with you?" Luo Hao was so anxious that he called out his full name, "Let him answer the phone!"

Qiao Yu quickly walked to the living room and handed the phone to Jiang Mian.

"Luo Hao's."

Jiang Mian turned on the speakerphone: "Go ahead."

"Mr. Jiang is dying!" Luo Hao said heartbrokenly through the microphone, "Now, immediately, go back to Beijing!"