Knowing there was some juicy gossip to be had, Xia Ning quickly invited Jiang Yuan into her home.
Although the heater in her bedroom had been turned off early in the morning, the living room was still seven or eight degrees warmer than outside. Combined with the psychological effect, Jiang Yuan finally stopped stuttering when he spoke.
Xia Ning asked curiously, "Did Shu Qilan and Yunyun's mother get into a fight?"
“No, that’s not it,” Jiang Yuan said. “It was her dramatic boyfriend who secretly asked me for help, saying that Shu Qilan had gone crazy and was abusing him at home.”
Xia Ning raised an eyebrow: "Shu Qilan abused him?"
Didn't Shu Qilan wish she could worship Jian Yuan like a god?
Jiang Yuan said, "You don't believe it either, right? It's impossible. I asked him to show me the wound, and he pointed at it on his head for a long time, but I couldn't even see a single pimple."
Xia Ning thought to herself, "It's hard to say."
Brainless fans love them to death or hate them to death, and they are not ordinary people, so anything can happen to them.
However, Xia Ning didn't intend to interfere; she had brought it upon herself, so she had to bear the bitterness and joy herself.
Jiang Yuan then told Xia Ning that one second Jian Yuan was asking him for help, and the next second he was bossing Shu Qilan around like he had a split personality.
Jiang Yuan pouted: "I wonder what kind of trouble these two are up to this time. Am I just a pawn in their game?"
Xia Ning patted his shoulder: "Don't think about it. Normal people can't figure out what they're thinking."
Jiang Yuan nodded: "You're right, I'm going back to work."
Xia Ning opened the door for him.
Jiang Yuan shrank his neck and resolutely rushed into the air-conditioned room.
The main reason he came to share gossip with Xia Ning was to stall for time.
Jiang Yuan wasn't mentally prepared to knock on Zhang Changheng's door.
Both he and Wang Wei, those two hot-blooded young people, were freezing to death; the situation at Zhang Changheng's family was really not optimistic.
Jiang Yuan rubbed his cheeks vigorously, mentally preparing himself for a while before knocking on the door of 803.
A short while later, Zhang Changheng, who was wearing the same dark blue-black outfit, opened the door.
At this moment, Zhang Changheng was no longer the successful and happy man he had been a month ago. He looked like he had lost at least ten pounds, his face was haggard, and his beard was unkempt.
Jiang Yuan carefully chose his words and said, "Brother Zhang, let me count the number of people in the family."
Zhang Changheng listlessly lifted his eyelids and said weakly, "There are currently three people in my family."
Jiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough...
But Zhang Changheng continued, "Xiaoqin is currently staying in the hospital."
Jiang Yuan: "..."
Such an important matter, you shouldn't be so nonchalant.
With a sigh of relief, Jiang Yuan observed Zhang Changheng again and found that he was actually in good condition, just tired from keeping watch all night.
After exchanging a few words with Jiang Yuan, Zhang Changheng seemed to recover, and his unfocused gaze began to refocus.
He told Jiang Yuan that the elderly in his family were fine, but the children had a slight cold and fever. They were preparing to move to a collective shelter and were packing their things, and would be leaving soon.
Jiang Yuan was taken aback: "So urgent?"
Zhang Changheng smiled wryly: "I can manage for one day, but I can't stand it for more than a few days. If I go early, I might be able to get a good spot."
Jiang Yuan asked, "And your wife?"
Zhang Changheng said, "Xiaoqin won't be back from the hospital anytime soon. I'll send her a message after I've settled her in."
Zhang Changheng was initially eager for Dao Xiaoqin to leave her job, but unexpectedly, things changed again in just a few days. Now, the hospital is one of the few places with water and electricity. Dao Xiaoqin works hard there, but at least she doesn't have to suffer from the cold and hunger. As family members of frontline workers, they can also benefit to some extent.
Jiang Yuan saw that they had all made arrangements, so he didn't stop them.
Collective shelters are rudimentary and offer no privacy whatsoever. Moreover, being there doesn't guarantee safety; the government won't waste resources supporting people for free.
For Jiang Yuan and Wang Wei, they would not choose to move in unless absolutely necessary.
Like drinking water, only the drinker knows whether it is hot or cold.
Zhang Changheng's family acted quickly, perhaps they had already planned ahead. Before leaving, Zhang Changheng handed the spare key to his house to Jiang Yuan and Xia Ning.
This was Zhang Changheng's mother's idea. After they moved out, the house would be ownerless, and no one knew who would occupy it in the future. She also didn't know how the things they couldn't take with them would be ruined. It would be better to make a good connection.
The neighbors are all decent people; they're more likely to offer help when things are going well than when it's tough.
This house, from its location to its decoration, is the result of Zhang Changheng's hard work and pride.
In this house, he and Xiaoqin got married, had children, and went through many important moments in their lives.
Now that he had to give it up completely, Zhang Changheng knew his mother was right, even though he was extremely reluctant.
So after secretly wiping away his tears, he pretended to be nonchalant and told Jiang Yuan and Xia Ning that they could pick and take whatever they wanted in the house. Then, before they could refuse, he picked up his son and got on the rented sled.
"Let's go on an adventure!"
Wrapped in thick clothes, Xiao Bao looked at the uncles and aunts next door with his innocent eyes, wanting to wave like his father, but the clothes were too heavy and he couldn't lift his arm, so he just shook his finger.
Watching Zhang Changheng's family disappear into the distance on the ice, Wang Wei said to Xia Ning, "I feel like I'm dreaming all this time, with one thing after another happening so fast."
Xia Ning said, "I'm not dreaming, I'm watching a game cutscene."
Wang Wei tried to smile in response to Xia Ning's words, but her frozen lips wouldn't let her smile, and in the end she could only exhale a puff of white breath.
"Let's go and see what good stuff Brother Zhang has at home."
Jiang Yuan asked, dumbfounded, "Really taking it?"
Wang Wei and Xia Ning exchanged a glance, tacitly ignoring Jiang Yuan's presence.
Zhang Changheng's house was decorated in a much higher style than Xia Ning's simple rental house. Since Dao Xiaoqin was a nurse, they had a lot of nursing and medical books at home, which Xia Ning packed up and took away without any hesitation.
In addition, Xia Ning also took a fancy to a beanbag chair that looked very comfortable, and a motorcycle that was in the guest bedroom.
Wang Wei brought some kitchen utensils and a sewing machine that the old lady used for leisure.
Jiang Yuan stood in the empty room and muttered, "If I had known it was going to be the end of the world, what would have been the point of all this striving?"
"What nonsense are you spouting about literature?" Wang Wei said irritably. "If I had known it was going to be the end of the world, I should have thrown coffee in the boss's face."
Think about her last phone call with her boss, which was still about reporting on work progress, while her boss was still subtly hinting that the company was planning massive layoffs to cope with the crisis, and that she should work even harder.
Wang Wei was very annoyed.
If she had known it was the end of the world, she should have overturned the boss's desk, thrown his coffee, declared "I quit," and left without a single report.
Jiang Yuan quickly waved his hand and said, "That won't do. Your boss will say, 'Oh, what an interesting woman,' and then he'll relentlessly pursue you."
Wang Wei: "..."
Xia Ning: "..."
Wang Wei earnestly asked Xia Ning, "Does food poisoning affect brain nerves?"
Xia Ning pondered, "Maybe it's because it's too cold, and the water in my head has frozen?"
Wang Wei nodded: "What you said makes sense."
Jiang Yuan: w(?Д?)w？ ？ ？
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