Old friend
When Qi Wuchen came downstairs, he happened to see Qi Chiyue putting the dishes on the table. Seeing that he had changed his clothes, Qi Chiyue asked in surprise, "Are you going out now?"
"Yeah." Qi Wuchen said, "I'll go back to school now."
"Aren't you going to eat?" Qi Chiyue looked at him bewilderedly. "It's dinner time now, and I don't have any classes even if I go."
Besides, there are not many classes at the beginning of the school year. I have to go back to school for three evening self-study periods and then come back again. Why make such a trip?
"No." Qi Wuchen put on his coat, picked up his keys and prepared to leave.
"Okay, be careful on the road then."
On the way to school, Qi Wuchen received a message from Sheng Yao
There is a string of numbers in front and a string of text in the back.
[Brother Chen, there's no dinner at school tonight. We've already left.]
[Where? Just you and Hu Chen?] Qi Wuchen asked.
[At the school gate, who else could be here besides the two of us?] Sheng Yao asked after a while: [Brother Chen, have you eaten yet? Do you want me to wait for you?]
[No, I'll be there soon. How did you ask for his contact information?]
[Just tell him you want to add a friend to play games with.]
Qi Wuchen thought that his mind was unusually sharp at the moment.
[When I mentioned you to Ling Jianghan in the classroom, he actually said your name sounded familiar, Brother Chen. Do you know each other?]
It just sounds familiar, not remembered?
Could it be that Ling Jianghan is the same as him, with no previous memories and only occasionally dreaming about himself?
It was not known when it started, but a person named "Ling Jianghan" would appear in Qi Wuchen's dreams from time to time. In the dream, he could only hear the voice of this person but not see him. He would always call him "Wuchen" or "Qi Wuchen" with different emotions.
Sometimes he was told to make tea, sometimes to play chess; sometimes he was told to dress warmly, sometimes he was told to rest early...
People don’t dream about it every night, but if it happens often enough, they will remember that there is a “voice with a name” in their dream.
But he didn't know why the voice was called "Ling Jianghan" instead of any other name.
Qi Wuchen was short of words and didn't know what to use to describe the current situation. If he had to say one, he could only explain it with the four words "renew our old relationship".
Since they didn't get what they wanted in their previous life, it's understandable that God would give them another chance.
But Qi Wuchen is not quite sure what his feelings are towards Ling Jianghan. Rather than a lover, he seems to prefer to treat Ling Jianghan as an "old friend" whom he has not seen for many years.
Well, that's all.
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In the head teacher's office, Ling Jianghan thanked Jiang Ning while taking the day pass from her.
"The school badge will be ready in a few days, and you can use it to leave the school every night." Jiang Ning couldn't help but ask one more question out of responsibility: "You come to North City alone. Where do you go after school every night? Is your residence far from the school?"
"Not far." Ling Jianghan put away his school pass and answered truthfully, "Grandpa bought an apartment in the community opposite the school. I'll go back there tonight."
"The old man has put a lot of thought into you." Jiang Ning's heart ached when she mentioned Ling Jingshan. She sighed and finally said, "Study hard and don't let him down."
Ling Jianghan responded and left.
After he left, a female teacher sitting across from Jiang Ning suddenly spoke up, "Xiao Ning, what's going on with this kid? Not only did she choose to transfer schools during her senior year, but how did she even get the paperwork for commuting without even a parent showing up?"
"Him." Jiang Ning half sighed and half laughed: "Don't mention it, it's too difficult."
My parents don’t care, my grandfather was just buried yesterday, and I moved to the north city alone without even a distant relative. Isn’t that difficult?
"Difficult?" The female teacher didn't understand what she meant. "I don't think this child looks like a poor student."
"That's not what I'm talking about." Jiang Ning waved her hand. "It was his grandfather who took him through the transfer procedures. Even at the age of 91, he still made several trips to get it done. Now, the house has been bought, the paperwork has been completed, and the old man passed away a while ago. He was left all alone to move to North City."
"That... is not easy."
After Ling Jianghan went downstairs, he took out a box of milk tablets from his pocket, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth to chew.
When he walked to the school gate, Ling Jianghan saw a group of people.
He had just met the leader at Ling Jingshan's funeral a few days ago. He was his biological father Ling Yiyan.
He chewed up the remaining milk slices in his mouth and tried to walk to the other side as if he didn't see anything, but the sharp-eyed Ling Yiyan ran over and blocked his way.
Ling Jianghan did not make a fuss about leaving. Instead, he looked at Ling Yiyan with an attentive look.
Seeing him looking at him, Ling Yiyan immediately gave him a flattering smile: "Jiang Han, he is my father after all. It is impossible that he did not leave me a penny, right? Just be obedient and give the money to Dad. Don't keep it all to yourself."
"Okay." Ling Jianghan replied for the first time.
Ling Yiyan was overjoyed and was about to speak when Ling Jianghan interrupted him: "If you treat me as his grandson, I'll give you all the money."
He was choked for a moment, and the smile on his face was a little loose. He glanced behind him while speaking: "Jiang Han, I borrowed some money from someone a few days ago and they need it urgently now. Do you want to..."
Before Ling Yiyan could finish, someone behind him pushed him away and said in a less-than-friendly tone, "You'd better help your dad pay back the money! Otherwise, others will mistakenly think that we're ganging up on a kid like you. It would be so embarrassing if the news got out, wouldn't it?"
At the same time, Sheng Yao suddenly touched Qi Wuchen's elbow and said, "Hey, Brother Chen, look, Ling Jianghan is over there. The one wearing a white sweatshirt and blue jeans is him."
Qi Wuchen was originally looking down at his phone, but after hearing what he said, he subconsciously looked up at the opposite side.
It was already late when he arrived at school. If he went to find a restaurant to eat, he would probably miss the evening self-study class. Sheng Yao suggested that they just have a meal at the noodle shop opposite the school.
Sheng Yao had just returned from buying a Coke and sat down, stunned by the scene across from him. His intuition told him that the people talking to Ling Jianghan weren't good people, so he stared at them without blinking, and asked in a somewhat dazed voice, "Brother Chen, what should we do..."
Before he could finish his words, the seat next to him suddenly became empty. Qi Wuchen had already stood up and walked out the door.
"Huh?" Hu Chen, who was sitting in the innermost seat and hadn't heard what just happened, was a little confused when he suddenly saw Qi Wuchen leave: "Where is he going? Isn't he going to eat wontons anymore?"
"Don't eat yet, eat later." Sheng Yao put down the chopsticks in his hand and pulled him out.
"So you are here to ask for money?" Jiang Han asked the middle-aged man calmly.
"Of course not." The other party thought he was easy to talk to, and his tone was much softer than before: "Repay the money now, so that your father can live a peaceful life for a few days."
"Then you'll go to hell." Ling Jianghan didn't even snort at him: "I don't have a father like him. Go there and ask my grandfather if he is still willing to recognize him as his son."
"Hey, you little brat, why are you talking so harshly?" The middle-aged man was immediately displeased and angrily pointed at him, "It's only natural to pay back debts, don't you understand? You're a student at North City No. 1 Middle School, how come you don't even understand this? You've spent over a decade studying the Book of Heaven!"
“You are unreasonable, you are right.” Ling Jianghan was too lazy to talk nonsense with them anymore: “If you don’t have anything to do, just let it go. Senior high school students are very busy.”
"I really won't let you go." The man stood in front of him and refused to move an inch, clearly showing a shameless attitude: "If you don't pay me back today, don't even think about leaving!"
Ling Jianghan turned a blind eye and started walking away, only to be caught by Ling Yi's outstretched hand. Seeing this, the remaining people also wanted to hold him down, but as soon as they approached, they were blocked by two people.
Jiang Han staggered due to the pulling and tugging, and he was helped by someone in time to stand steadily. He subconsciously looked up at the person who supported him and saw Qi Wuchen's handsome face.
Qi Wuchen originally wanted to say something, but when he lowered his eyes, he happened to meet Jiang Han's eyes with long eyelashes fluttering lightly.
His breathing suddenly stopped, and his heart began to race.
"you……"
"Sorry." Ling Jianghan lowered his eyes and stared at the ground, then took a half step back: "I accidentally stepped on you."
Qi Wuchen didn't even feel that he had just been stepped on. He subconsciously thought that Ling Jianghan must be too thin, otherwise he wouldn't have felt it.
Seeing that more and more people were gathering here, the security guard at the school gate immediately came over to separate the two groups.
"What are you doing?! This is a school. If you're causing trouble, we'll send you to the police!"
Before Qi Wuchen could say anything, Sheng Yao grabbed the security guard's arm, pointed at Ling Yiyan and his group, and said, "Uncle, they're bullying teenagers in public!"
"Don't listen to this brat's nonsense! We just want to..."
"What are you thinking? Don't you know that students are pressed for time and have heavy workloads?" The security guard interrupted the middle-aged man and sternly chased him away: "If you have nothing to do, get out of here!"
"We just want to collect a debt. Why are you kicking us out? We won't leave until this guy pays back the money today!"
One of the creditors was becoming increasingly agitated. Ling Yiyan wanted to pull Ling Jianghan over to offer some words of advice, but before he could even touch him, Qi Wuchen grabbed him and held him close behind him. "What are you doing?"
He was in a bad mood at the moment, so he used a little more force, which caught Jiang Han off guard and made him grab his shoulders subconsciously.
Qi Wuchen was taller than Ling Jianghan, so Ling Yiyan felt a little timid standing in front of him. He smiled awkwardly and explained, "I just wanted to say a few words to him..."
"Didn't you hear what the security guard said?" Qi Wuchen's eyes were cold, and his voice was dull: "Get out of here right now."
There was a moment of silence at the scene. Ling Yiyan looked up at Ling Jianghan who was behind Qi Wuchen and met his calm eyes.
There was clearly no emotion in those eyes, but Ling Yiyan could see that Ling Jianghan's eyes were full of a playful smile, as if saying: Look, you are really useless. You were actually humiliated by a student in public.
At Ling Jingshan's funeral, Ling Jianghan had used those same eyes to watch him go mad because he couldn't get the money. At this moment, Ling Jianghan was using those same eyes to watch him lose face.
Ling Yiyan was completely irritated by these eyes, and in his rage he was about to jump over Qi Wuchen and pounce on Ling Jianghan.
He was driven to desperation and yelled hysterically: "That's the money my father left me! Why do you have it all to yourself?"
Qi Wuchen stood in front of Ling Jianghan to stop this increasingly crazy man, and grabbed Ling Yiyan's hand to force him to stop moving forward.
Seeing this, the security guard also stepped forward to pull Ling Yiyan. Ling Yiyan was completely enraged by the two people's obstruction, and raised his hand and punched Qi Wuchen, who was closest to him.
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