Chapter 5 Chapter 5 "We must have met before."...

Qiao Yu has two classes in the afternoon and finishes school at around four o'clock. He also has an unimportant public class in the evening, so he can go or not.

Due to his increasingly severe cold, he decided to skip public classes and go home, take care of his grandmother while correcting papers for his part-time tutoring class, take medicine early and go to bed early.

As a result, now that Brother Wang has interfered, all plans have to be postponed.

To be honest, Qiao Yu didn't want to see Jiang Mian.

But he was willing to make this trip with Brother Wang.

It was not for anything else, but because when he was short of money, Brother Wang gave him three months' salary in advance without saying a word. Qiao Yu still remembers this favor.

So when he met Jiang Mian again and insulted him in public, he realized that he might not be able to continue working in the bar.

First, he couldn't face Jiang Mian for the time being and really wanted to leave.

Second, in order to avoid the entire bar being implicated, he simply resigned.

However, I didn't expect that when I turned around, Brother Wang walked into the muzzle of the gun. I don't know if he had received any benefits.

"Brother, I call you brother."

In the car, Brother Wang saw Qiao Yu's stern face and quickly said something nice: "Just have a meal, I promise to send you home before dark, okay?"

Qiao Yu lowered his head and fastened his seat belt, his voice muffled: "Brother Wang, don't get involved with them."

The Jiang family is not a good place, and the people inside are not good people either.

If they need you today, they will smile at you, but if they don’t need you tomorrow, they will just kick you away.

Brother Wang runs his small business in Huaicheng honestly. Although he can't say he is rich, he is happy and contented.

If he were to get dragged into some unclear and chaotic situation because of himself, Qiao Yu would really not be able to get over it.

Seeing his serious expression, Wang Ge was worried: "You have a grudge against them? No way, do you really know those people?"

Qiao Yu turned around and looked at the school gate getting farther and farther away in the rearview mirror.

It’s better not to know him.

After a ten-minute drive, Brother Wang parked his car in front of the highest-standard hotel in the area.

The fountain red carpet is magnificent.

The parking attendant came forward to open the door for Qiao Yu and bowed respectfully.

Luo Hao was waiting downstairs early and excitedly shook Qiao Yu's hand.

Qiao Yu dodged calmly.

It became a two-way rush between Brother Wang and Brother Luo.

“Finally it’s here!”

Qiao Yu looked around: "Where's Jiang Mian?"

Luo Hao quickly let go of Brother Wang's hand: "It's coming, it's coming soon."

The person involved didn't come, but Qiao Yu sat at the table first.

So, sitting beside the luxurious mahogany revolving table that was as large as his bedroom, Qiao Yu looked at the waiters around him serving him tea and water, and fell into deep thought about what on earth he was doing in this place.

"Master Jiang is on his way," Luo Hao moved a cup of hot tea in front of Qiao Yu, "Are you hungry? Let's serve the food first."

Qiao Yu felt that once the dish was served, he would not be able to leave for an hour without eating it, so he shook his head and said, "Wait for Young Master Jiang."

This is the first time I say this name.

I wanted to laugh again after reading it.

"Okay," Luo Hao pulled a stool and sat next to Qiao Yu, "Brother, don't be afraid. Jiang Shao and I have no ill intentions. He just wants to meet someone he knows and talk about the past."

The word "acquaintance" made Qiao Yu laugh in his heart. He said "hmm" softly and didn't say anything more.

Now that you're here, there's no need to make things unpleasant.

Then, he heard Luo Hao say: "Young Master Jiang grew up abroad and just returned to China in the past few days. Some of his behavior may be inappropriate, but he has no bad intentions..."

Qiao Yu didn't hear a word of the rest of the chatter. Only the first few sentences remained in his ears.

"Grown up abroad?" Qiao Yu interrupted the other party's chatter, "Then how did he know me?"

"He lived in China for a period of time five years ago," Luo Hao said, "Did you meet him during that time?"

Five years ago, living in China.

It sounds like the truth.

"After that, Young Master Jiang went abroad and an accident happened. If he forgot about you, you really can't blame him."

Qiao Yu said coldly: "I dare not."

As soon as he finished speaking, the double doors of the box suddenly opened.

Jiang Mian strode into the box, wrapped in the chill of the evening.

A cool breeze brushed across the back of Qiao Yu's hand, and he drooped his eyelashes.

Jiang Mian seemed to be in a hurry and walked half way around the table and stopped beside Qiao Yu.

He placed one hand on the edge of the table and leaned forward slightly. "Did they force you to come?"

When Luo Hao heard this, he stood up as if his butt was equipped with springs: "Master Jiang, I invited you here!"

Jiang Mian raised his head and said irritably, "Why do you take the initiative?"

Seeing that the young master was beginning to vent his anger, Qiao Yu tried to calm things down: "Let's talk outside if you have something to say?"

Jiang Mian immediately calmed down, lowered his head and said, "If you are willing."

Qiao Yu stood up and left the box.

A meal here is equivalent to his living expenses for half a year, but he thinks it is too expensive and he also dislikes Jiang Mian.

But Brother Wang and Luo Hao had taken care of him before, and this time it’s over and there won’t be a next time.

"Going home?" Jiang Mian followed behind Qiao Yu, "I'll take you there."

He was wearing a dark grey cashmere coat, which made his already tall figure look even straighter and taller.

Their fleeting figures were reflected on the wine-red wall tiles of the hotel. Qiao Yu was walking in front, took a glance and then looked away.

"Need not."

A cold wind blew in his face and Qiao Yu sneezed loudly.

His nasal cavity was half blocked, so he quickly took out a tissue and wiped it hurriedly.

"Are you catching a cold?" Jiang Mian stood in the windward direction to block most of the cold wind for him, "I'll take you home."

"No need," Qiao Yu sniffed, the tip of her nose was red, "Mr. Jiang, I have made my words clear to you today."

The abrupt address was a bit irritating, Jiang Mian insisted: "You're a bit cold, let's go to the car, or go back indoors."

Qiao Yu said impatiently: "Jiang Mian."

Jiang Mian listened blankly: "Oh."

"You grew up abroad, how do you know me? I'm just an ordinary student, stupid and timid, with no money and no ambition. I just want to live my own life. Please let me go."

There was a large parking staircase outside the hotel lobby. Qiao Yu stood there, feeling like a flag blown by the wind.

Cold and stiff all over.

After listening to this, Jiang Mian said "Oh" a little bit late.

Qiao Yu thought he agreed and wanted to leave, but she didn't expect that the other party took out his mobile phone the next second, turned it over and faced the screen towards Qiao Yu.

It was a photo of the school's honor roll.

Although the pixels were not high and the image was very blurry, Qiao Yu could tell at a glance that it was Huaicheng No. 2 Middle School.

“This is you.”

On the honor roll was a one-inch photo of Qiao Yu, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old and looked very young.

Below the photo is the name, class, and award won - second prize in the provincial physics competition.

Jiang Mian swiped his finger to the left and saw another photo.

That was Jiang Mian, who was criticized in a school-wide notice for skipping classes.

“This is me.”

"We were high school classmates." He took back his phone and said firmly, "But I didn't find you in that graduation photo, and of course, you didn't find me either. Why didn't we take graduation photos? Were you together at that time? Where did you go after that? Why haven't I heard from you again--"

"You ask me?"

Qiao Yu didn’t have enough patience to listen to Jiang Mian’s entire words.

He looked up into Jiang Mian's eyes, clenched his fists, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"What are you talking about?" Qiao Yu's puzzlement didn't seem to be fake. Because it was too outrageous, he even smiled a little ugly. "Why don't I understand?"

"Didn't you grow up abroad? How could you be my high school classmate? You are the Jiang Shao from Beijing, why did you come to such a small place to study? Oh no, why do you need to study? You can't spend all the money in your family in your lifetime, why do you need to study..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and his head lowered.

In the end, his voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper. He lowered his arms dejectedly and asked in a voice so loud that only he could hear it. He didn't know whether he was asking Jiang Mian or himself.

The waves of memories knocked him to the ground, and those wounds that were covered with dust and scabbed over were once again washed away and exposed to the public eye.

The wound that had slowly healed for five years was torn apart again by a few words.

Did you forget?

Really forgot?

Qiao Yu smiled bitterly, and felt that forgetting was not entirely a bad thing.

What can an orphan without a father or a mother do? Many people dream of becoming a rich second-generation.

What a good life.

The first half of life is free of worries, and the second half of life is worry-free with food and clothing.

There is no economic crisis and no ideological burden.

The car accident happened just at the right time, it was the finishing touch.

Just a "brain injury" can cut off the past and completely discard it.

"Why come back?" Qiao Yu muttered to himself, "Does your conscience bother you?"

He paused for a moment, but then quickly added, "Do you also feel guilty?"

Jiang Mian frowned: "I..."

Qiao Yu shook his head: "Don't show up in front of me."

He didn't want to stay any longer, so he turned around and left almost as if he was escaping.

I pushed my legs forward downhill, feeling so confused that I couldn't tell the direction, and so heavy that I almost lost consciousness.

“Beep!”

The car horns seemed to be right next to his ears, bombarding all his senses like an explosion.

Qiao Yu's forearm was suddenly grabbed and pulled back by someone. His center of gravity was unstable and he leaned back into a strong embrace.

The car sped past him.

"Your skin is very hot." Jiang Mian's arms almost covered half of Qiao Yu's body. He leaned over his shoulder to look at his profile. "Do you have a fever?"

Qiao Yu's brows were twisted into a "川" shape, and he tried hard to shake off the other party's shackles.

However, no matter how he resisted, Jiang Mian's fingers were as hard as cast iron, firmly clasping his forearm.

"Qiao Yu." Jiang Mian lowered his eyes and whispered the name. He seemed to think for a moment, then said with certainty, "We must have met before."

"Have we met before?" Qiao Yu thought it was funny. She held Jiang Mian's arm and turned around in his arms. "Have we met before?"

They have more than met.

Those close and intimate moments.

Now it can be generally summed up in two words - have you seen it?

"Then we—" Jiang Mian raised his eyebrows slightly and boldly guessed, "Have you slept together?"