Chapter 78 Tracking
"You are clean, not dirty."
The tails of Huo Jingchuan's eyes are redder than ginger tea.
He stepped back step by step, brought the ginger tea to the office chair and sat down.
Bending his knees and half-kneeling, he held Jiang Cha's hand, warming up the cold temperature bit by bit.
Huo Jingchuan, like a magician, pulled out a light pink silk scarf with wavy light white stripes from somewhere.
As soon as he saw this at the Friendship Store, he thought it was particularly suitable for ginger tea.
Huo Jingchuan bought it without hesitation.
He carefully tied the pink scarf around Jiang Cha's wrist and clumsily tied a bow at the end.
The delicate porcelain-white skin, set off by the light pink silk scarf, looks light pink with a hint of rosy pink, like peach blossoms blooming in March.
It also looked like the exquisite and beautiful peach blossom cake he had seen before when he was on a mission in Su City.
It's like taking a bite.
Huo Jingye's throat rolled over, and he looked at Jiang Cha with his dark eyes, wishing he could see her right into his eyes.
"Chacha, the damned one is him!"
She is the most innocent one.
Huo Jingchuan raised his hand and wiped away Jiang Cha's tears.
Jiang Cha started to laugh after crying, "This bow is so ugly!"
Huo Jingchuan rubbed her head.
"You're beautiful, that's enough!"
After not seeing him for a while, this person's speaking skills have improved by leaps and bounds.
Jiang Cha wiped his face and said, "Go home."
Zhou Cong's internal and external injuries may not heal even after three months of recuperation.
Thinking of this, Jiang Cha felt much more at ease.
Jiang Cha reminded everyone that this matter must not be known to family members.
Huo Jingchuan didn't dare to disobey, but he suddenly realized a problem.
Even if Jiang Cha herself doesn't want to find a partner, she can't resist others throwing themselves at her like moths to a flame!
Zhang Keda has not been dealt with yet, and he is worried about how many people in the art troupe are secretly or openly targeting Jiang Cha.
I wish I could hold Jiang Cha's heart in my hands as soon as possible and announce their relationship to the world.
Let all those who have improper thoughts about ginger tea get out of here.
According to his observation, Jiang Cha would call Zhang Keda every other day.
It has been half a month since Huo Jingchuan returned from his mission.
The weather in late summer gradually turned cooler.
On the sturdy sycamore trees by the roadside, the leaves, which are larger than the palm of your hand, gradually begin to turn from green to yellow.
For two consecutive weeks, every Saturday during Jiang Cha’s break, I would go to see Zhang Keda.
Huo Jingchuan almost got so angry that he turned into a puffer fish.
By the third week, Huo Jingchuan couldn't help it and secretly followed Jiang Cha.
As soon as Jiang Cha got off the bus, he didn't go anywhere and went straight to Zhang Keda's house.
The door was closed and Huo Jingchuan couldn't get in. Looking through the window, Huo Jingchuan didn't see the two people in Zhang's living room, and he took a breath.
Did they both go to the room?
A single man and a single woman, a room?
As soon as these two words popped up in Huo Jingchuan's mind, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Huo Jingchuan was just about to think of a way to lure Jiang Cha out of the house when he saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
Jiang Guodong?
Why is he here?
Huo Jingchuan nimbly dodged to the corner of the firewood pile. Jiang Guodong didn't see him. He hunched over, as if his soul had been drained out. He dragged his feet weakly and walked to the door of Zhang Keda's house.
How long has it been since we last met?
Jiang Guodong no longer looks like a human being.
His face was sunburned and peeling, his lips were pale and bloodless, and he was so thin that Huo Jingchuan could hardly recognize him.
Bang bang bang.
Jiang Guodong knocked on Zhang's door.
Three times in a row.
Just when he thought that no one was at the Zhang family, Zhang Keda's voice came from the house.
Lazy and sloppy, with a hint of impatience.
"Who is it?"
"I!"
Jiang Guodong's voice lacked some strength and was quite different from before.
Through the gap in the firewood pile, Huo Jingchuan finally saw Jiang Cha from the living room window.
"Who are you?"
Zhang Keda originally planned to open the door, but when he heard the word "I", he became furious. Who knows who you are?
If you don’t tell me your name, I won’t open the car. What can you do about it?
Anyway, Old Zhang is not at home. In this family, he is the boss and he has the final say.
Not to mention the front door of the house, even the tables, chairs and benches in the house have to obey his orders.
Jiang Guodong recognized Zhang Keda's voice.
He cleared his throat and said, "Dada, I'm your Uncle Jiang!"
"Which Uncle Jiang?"
Before Zhang Keda could remember what was going on, Jiang Cha opened his eyes first and suddenly grabbed Zhang Keda's arm.
Huo Jingchuan looked at Jiang Cha's hand and gritted his teeth.
Now, why don’t you think it’s dirty anymore?
——My dad!
Jiang Cha didn't say anything, but used his mouth to make gestures to Zhang Keda.
Only then did Zhang Keda react.
Jiang Cha pulled Zhang Keda's ear and put it to his lips.
With a click.
Huo Jingchuan broke a piece of firewood with great effort, which attracted Jiang Guodong's attention.
"Who's there?"
Jiang Guodong was like a frightened bird, with all the hair on his body standing up.
He walked step by step to the corner of the firewood pile. Just as he was about to go around it and see Huo Jingchuan on the other side, Zhang Keda opened the door with a click.
"Uncle Jiang, why are you here? Come in and sit down!"
Zhang Keda rarely smiled and led Jiang Guodong into the house.
Huo Jingchuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But in the blink of an eye, the ginger tea in the living room disappeared again.
Jiang Cha hid in Zhang Keda's room.
The half-open door was not soundproof. She sat on a small stool inside the door and listened to the conversation between the two people outside.
"Uncle Jiang, how did you become so thin? When I opened the door just now, I almost didn't recognize you at first glance!"
In the past, Jiang Guodong was always well-dressed, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, leather shoes, a tie, and gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a social elite.
Now he was wearing a white old man's vest with a blue-gray coarse linen double-breasted jacket on the outside. There were three or four patches on the legs of his black trousers. The exposed skin was tanned black. Not only did he look thinner, but he also looked particularly listless.
When talking about this, Jiang Guodong felt bitter!
"Good boy, you are Cha Cha's best friend. Can you tell me where she and her mother have moved to now? I...I can't live anymore!"
He didn't even dare to think about the fact that all the property he had hidden away for so many years was looted. Just thinking about it made him wish he could die.
"Uncle, tell me first, what happened to you?"
Jiang Guodong cried with tears and snot.
"If I have to blame someone, I can only blame my poor health. As soon as I arrived in the countryside, I fell ill, and the burden of the family fell entirely on Ah Cheng."
"That kid had never suffered such hardship before. He ran away after only two days. His grandmother and I looked for him everywhere, but it was as if he had vanished into thin air. We couldn't find him no matter how hard we tried."
"I'm penniless now because of looking for him. I...I really can't live anymore. My dear, if you know where Cha Cha lives now, can you tell me? I just want to ask her if she has seen her brother."
"If Ah Cheng really stayed with her, living with her and her mother, I could go home and farm peacefully, right?"
What Jiang Guodong said was a mixture of truth and falsehood.
Jiang Cheng came to the city to find Jiang Cha and Ye Surong. It was their idea together.
What they had discussed before was that as long as they could find the mother and daughter, Jiang Cheng would be able to secretly take the money from Ye Surong and Jiang Cha and slowly transfer it back to the Jiang family.
Regardless of whether Jiang Cha took the property or not, the Ye family was wealthy and powerful, and any little bit they slipped through their fingers would be enough for them to enjoy a lifetime of wealth and glory.
Who knew that Jiang Cheng was also unreliable. Once he left, he never came back.
Jiang Guodong thought that he was disgusted with the Jiang family's poverty and lack of food, so after finding Ye Surong, he went to the city to enjoy a good life, without caring about him and Wang Guifang, their grandmother and father who were from the countryside.
If he had not just recovered from a serious illness, he would have been forced to work in the fields like a conscripted soldier, and if he had earned only a few cents, the team leader of their village would probably not even approve a letter of introduction for him.
It’s not easy to go out!
Whenever Jiang Guodong thought about it, he shed tears of bitterness.
Zhang Xuan worked as a sailor for a long time in his early years, and Zhang Keda has been following him to various docks since he was a child.
He has seen all kinds of people, including humans, gods, Buddhas and ghosts.
He immediately guessed what Jiang Guodong was thinking.
Want to get some information out of him and get close to Aunt Ye and Jiang Cha again?
dream!
Zhang Keda looked indignant.
"Uncle Jiang, it's not that I don't want to help you. It's just that Jiang Cha hasn't contacted me since the Jiang family got into trouble. She doesn't even consider me a friend. I'm so pissed off I'm going to die!"
He took the initiative and Jiang Guodong's words were stuck in his throat. All his attempts to appeal to his emotions and reason with him were of no use.
"Uncle Jiang, do you think Jiang Cha really dislikes me? Is it difficult for her to be friends with me? If you see her, can you tell me where she went? I'm so worried about him!"
Zhang Keda covered his face with his hands, looking extremely sad.
Problems popped up one after another, completely disrupting Jiang Guodong's plans.
"I... am not... you..."
"Why!"
Zhang Keda’s acting was so convincing that for a moment, Jiang Guodong couldn’t tell whether what he said was true or false.
If the Ye family’s door locks had not all been changed and there were always people patrolling around, he really would not have found a chance to go in and get his things.
Does he deserve to suffer like this?
Every day when I open my eyes, I start farming.
How many years has it been since he last farmed?
He can hardly tell the difference between wheat and leeks, and yet he is still asked to farm.
"Stop talking, Uncle Jiang, I need to calm down. Jiang Cha is so heartless!"
Jiang Guodong: “…”
Jiang Cha, who was hiding in the room, almost laughed out loud.
Zhang Keda, there’s something here!
"Since you don't know where she is, then I will... look for her again, and look for her again..."
Jiang Guodong grabbed a handful of biscuits, candies and peanut cookies on the coffee table.
Only after filling both pockets did he smile embarrassedly.
"I'm so hungry!"
Zhang Keda looked at him.
He fumbled and put down a handful.
He really couldn't bear to give up anything more!
"Well, I'm leaving!"
"Uncle Jiang, take care! If you see any ginger tea, remember to tell me!"
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