Ginger tea warms the stomach
Lin Nanyan looked up and saw a few scattered white clouds floating in the sky outside the glass window, like scattered cotton wool dotted on the clear blue curtain.
He lowered his eyes, turned off the lit screen of his mobile phone and put it in his pocket, then went downstairs with the lemon tea in his hand. The ice cubes made a slight sound as they swayed and collided with the water, echoing in the silent corridor.
After a brief period of bustle, the hollow corridor returned to its former tranquility.
The wind blew, hitting the glass, whistling and leaving angrily.
Jiang Qing pushed open the door of the ward and was caught off guard by two pairs of similar eyes with red circles.
The person inside the door heard the noise and looked over. Yang Minhui hurriedly wiped her eyes and smiled, "You must be Hua Zheng's classmate, right? Thank you for coming to see him."
"It's my duty." Jiang Qing waved her hand quickly. She stood at the door, wondering if she had disturbed anyone.
She thought Lin Nanyan and Wang Huaqiang were inside, but she didn't know Aunt Yang was there too.
By the way, where is Lin Nanyan?
Where did he go?
Before she could figure out the problem, a familiar voice suddenly sounded above her head, "Why don't you go in?"
Jiang Qing was startled and turned around to see the boy standing behind her looking down at her with a few drinks in his hands.
Jiang Qing moved sideways to make way, and was about to take the familiar lemon tea from the boy's hand, but the boy raised his hand smoothly to avoid her.
Jiang Qing: ???
She watched Lin Nanyan skillfully greet Yang Minhui and then hand her a cup of lemon tea.
"Why are you so polite, kid? Didn't you bring a gift when you came? Auntie should treat you to a drink."
Jiang Qing, who didn't take any gifts and drank empty-handed: ...
Jiang Qing was speechless. She pretended not to see anything. She looked at the only cup of lemon tea left in the boy's hand. She thought, this should be hers.
Jiang Qing didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that Lin Nanyan glanced at her subtly. The straw pierced the membrane and the lemon tea was placed on the bedside table.
The scent of lemon was very close to Wang Huaqiang, but he did not reach out for it because he knew it did not belong to him. Even a small sip would make him stay in the hospital for many more days.
Jiang Qing's eyes were still glued to the lemon tea, and she was suddenly startled by the warm touch of the tea in her hand.
She lowered her head, looking at the unusual and unpalatable brown liquid in her hand, and asked inexplicably, "What is this?"
Lin Nanyan: "Ginger tea, it warms the stomach."
Jiang Qing realized belatedly what the boy was looking at with that subtle glance just now.
She was stunned for a moment, biting the straw angrily. The spicy taste entered her mouth, and a warmth rose from her lower abdomen. It was somewhat useful, but it was easy to burn her mouth when drinking such hot water in the middle of summer.
Lin Nanyan poured a glass of warm water for Wang Huaqiang, and leaned against the bed with a large iced lemon tea in his hand. He didn't drink it, but just held it as a decoration.
Jiang Qing was sweating all over from drinking, and seeing this, she glared at the leisurely boy.
Since yesterday, Lin Nanyan, who had been killed by the girl's eyes countless times, avoided her gaze skillfully.
"It's good for girls to drink some ginger tea. It can dispel cold, warm the stomach and is healthy." Yang Minhui said with a smile, holding the same large iced lemon tea. Xiao Hei was fluttering around with his four legs in the air at her feet, looking jealous.
Yang Minhui took a sip and didn't know if there was too much lemon or not enough sugar, but the drink was a bit too sour.
But it was the first time that Hua Zheng had classmates visit her in the hospital. She didn't want to waste their kindness, so she could only frown and sip the drink.
Halfway through drinking, Yang Minhui's teeth felt sour and she couldn't swallow it anymore, so she had to hold it in her hand.
"You guys chat first, I'll go get some hot water." Not wanting to disturb her son's chat, Yang Minhui got up and left with the thermos, while Xiao Hei followed her with his tail wagging.
There were only three people left in the room. Jiang Qing looked at Wang Huaqiang lying on the hospital bed. Although the boy's eyes were still red, his expression was obviously no longer as depressed as before.
She breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.
"Do you still want to be discharged from the hospital today?" Jiang Qing asked.
Wang Huaqing shook his head like a rattle. "I thought about it before, but I don't think about it now."
He raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Nanyan, "We agreed to be discharged from the hospital at the time specified by the doctor."
Jiang Qing looked at Lin Nanyan. Although she didn't know how he persuaded the man, the process was not important.
"Our school will be closed tomorrow. You can stay in the hospital peacefully and go to school next Monday. It's just right," Jiang Qing said in a rising tone, "so you can enjoy the glorious image of us reading our apologies under the national flag."
"Huh?" Wang Huaqing was stunned. Why did he have to publicly criticize himself during the flag-raising ceremony? How angry must the teacher be? "What...did you do?"
"It's nothing," Jiang Qing waved her hand, sighing, "I just took advantage of the class time to hand out some flyers on campus."
Wang Huacheng looked at Lin Nanyan in confusion for confirmation.
Lin Nanyan was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about. When he noticed Wang Huaqi looking at him, he nodded slightly at him.
Wang Huaqiang was even more confused. The whole thing seemed strange and a little absurd.
“Ding Dong——”
The sudden ringing of the cell phone broke the wonderful atmosphere in the room.
Jiang Qing clicked on it and saw a message with an MMS attached.
[Song Yao: I have sent the remaining photos to your computer, please remember to check.]
Jiang Qing replied: [OK]
She zoomed in, and a picture appeared on the screen with impressive resolution.
In a dim alley, two boys stood facing each other, half of their faces sunk in the darkness, vaguely outlining their three-dimensional outlines.
Although it was blurry, she could still spot the boy on the right at a glance.
Speaking of which, Li Qingyun gave her a different feeling every time they met.
Before traveling through time, he was a mentally insane murderer, and Aoki Park was a middle school boy. But in this photo, whether it is his eyebrows or expressions, they all reveal depression and the posture of impending storm.
Why does one person have so many different faces?
After all, which one is the real him?
Jiang Qing paused slightly, then shifted her gaze to the boy on her left.
There was a Band-Aid on his brow, and a little scarlet was pinched between his fingertips. He seemed to have noticed something, and now he looked slightly towards the camera, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.
——Li Liang.
This name has been mentioned countless times by people around him, this boy who once cast a huge shadow on Song Yao, this person who will die at the hands of Li Qingyun in the future.
At this moment, he was alive with vitality and sharp claws, and for the first time, he showed his complete appearance in front of Jiang Qing.
The two looked at each other across the photo, and her gaze was fixed.
"What's wrong?" Lin Nanyan keenly noticed that Jiang Qing was in a bad mood.
Jiang Qing didn't say anything and handed the phone to Lin Nanyan.
Lin Nanyan looked at the screen, and at a glance he was sure of the vigilance in the eyes of the boy opposite Li Qingyun.
"Li Liang," Jiang Qing said softly, "the Li Liang from No. 3 Middle School."
Lin Nanyan's brows darkened slightly. It was him.
Li Liang's personal image is very different from the good student described by Zhang Daiqin.
The two men stood facing each other. Although Li Qingyun was taller and occupied a higher position, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Li Qingyun was at a disadvantage.
Lin Nanyan suddenly remembered the doubts that Zhang Daiqin could not hide in her words: why Qingyun was so close to Li Liang, but his grades were getting worse.
Perhaps, this photo is the answer.
Wang Huaqiang stared at Jiang Qing and Wang Huaqiang's suddenly serious faces, not knowing what they were looking at.
Also, Li Liang, why does it sound so familiar?
As he thought about it, his eyes lit up and he remembered the name the girl mentioned when they were fighting outside the art gallery last time!
I just don’t know if the Li Liang the girl mentioned is the same Li Liang they are talking about now.
"Li Liang and Li Qingyun, Li Qingyun and Jiang Qing, there's a connection between the three of them," Jiang Qing looked at Lin Nanyan, "I think this matter should be investigated together."
Lin Nanyan handed the phone to Wang Huaqiang, who was staring at him eagerly, and lowered his eyes.
The conflict between Li Qingyun and Jiang Qing was due to his father's death. For some unknown reason, he eventually caused Jiang Qing's death.
On the first day after being released from prison, Li Qingyun killed Li Liang without hesitation.
Before Jiang Qing's death, the relationship between Li Liang and Li Qingyun was not as harmonious as Zhang Daiqin said. At least, that was the case from Li Liang's unilateral perspective.
If all accidents are ruled out, could Li Liang be the invisible hand behind Jiang Qing's death?
After all, so far, Li Qingyun has not shown any intention to kill Jiang Qing.
What's more, he saw under Li Qingyun's bed...
"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Qing stretched out her finger and waved in front of Lin Nanyue.
Lin Nanyan came back to his senses, "You're right, we can start with Li Liang."
"Li Qingyun is a dangerous man. We need to be careful for now. We must keep our distance unless we are absolutely sure. But Li Liang is not," Jiang Qing said clearly. "Whether now or in the future, he is far less dangerous than Li Qingyun."
"We can use any means against this person. Who knows—" She turned around, "he might bring us some surprises."
Jiang Qing was very sure that Li Liang was involved in Jiang Qing's case.
She had this premonition when Song Yao told her about the existence of the photo, and the feeling became even stronger when she faced Li Liang's photo.
In the process, she also has to remove the rooted shadow for Song Yao.
Lin Nanyan nodded, "Li Liang's influence on Li Qingyun is far beyond our imagination."
"I..." A slow voice came from the hospital bed, "Are you investigating the person in the photo? I think I found something."
!!
Jiang Qing and Lin Nanyan turned their heads in tacit understanding and looked at the boy.
Facing two pairs of blazing eyes, Wang Huaqiang whispered, "But... I don't know if it will work."
"Go ahead," Jiang Qing's eyes lit up. "It's free to talk, and we won't pay to listen."
Wang Huaqiang was amused by the girl's words and felt much more relaxed.
"Look at this boy's clothes," he said.
Jiang Qing and Lin Nanyan came forward, their heads touching, and looked at the boys' clothing that Wang Huaying was pointing at.
Jiang Qing wondered, "What's wrong with the clothes?"
She looked left and right but couldn't see anything unusual. Wasn't it just normal summer clothes?
Wang Huaqiang rarely had such a moment when he was being watched and felt useful. He straightened his back unconsciously and his voice became much clearer.
"These are not clothes sold in the market, but custom-made clothes from the company."
"Look at the triangular pattern embroidered on the corner of the shirt. This is a personal benefit distributed by the company to internal employees during festivals. To prevent employees from reselling, each batch has a special label."
Jiang Qing looked in the direction and found a blurry inverted triangle on the corner of Li Qingyun's clothes.
"What company logo is this?" she asked.
Wang Huaqi: "Lan Yu."
Lin Nanyan looked at him: "Lan Yu?"
"Yes, a transportation company." Wang Huacheng was a little embarrassed because it sounded like he was showing off, but after thinking it over, he added, "My uncle is the general manager of Lanyu."
"If there's anything I need to investigate, I can ask my uncle for help."
!!!
Jiang Qing was shocked. She never realized that Wang Huaqing was such a hidden talent!
When Yang Minhui sent the two away and returned to the ward, she saw her son's face was red. Thinking that he was sick again, she quickly reached out to check his temperature.
"I'm fine." Wang Huaqiang let his mother touch his forehead.
After making sure that the temperature was not hot, Yang Minhui withdrew her hand with confidence and turned around to pour a glass of boiled water.
Wang Huaqiang originally thought that his mother was pouring water for him. Just as he was about to take it, he saw that his mother added the remaining half cup of lemon tea into the boiled water.
Noticing her son's gaze, Yang Minhui turned around holding the glass and asked gently.
"What's wrong?"
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