Sensing something, Chen Jing would occasionally take the opportunity, while hugging and protecting Ji Xia, to subtly observe her from behind.
He trusted his feelings, and his intuition had helped him through many crises; these feelings were definitely not a delusion.
However, there are too many people in Huacheng at night. The evening breeze blows away the heat of the sun, and the temperature is pleasant, so the flow of people at night is quite overwhelming.
Under these circumstances, Chen Jing did not find any suspicious people, but he did not let his guard down. Instead, he held Ji Xia's hand even tighter, embraced her, and strolled around in a place with more people but not crowded.
Ji Xia completely failed to understand Chen Jing's worries. The night market in Huacheng was so lively, and the night view of Huacheng was so beautiful.
Moreover, as an ancient city in the south with a history of thousands of years, Guangzhou has always been a window to the outside world. Therefore, the clothing of Guangzhou girls always follows the aesthetics and trends of Hong Kong Island.
Ji Xia's gaze shifted from the bustling street to the various beautiful women, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.
A simple white T-shirt paired with jeans looks incredibly stylish on a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl; a brightly patterned short-sleeved shirt with a bow tied at the hem, paired with a denim mini skirt, looks very modern…
Ji Xia felt that if she wanted to understand fashion, walking the streets of Huacheng would give her a wealth of inspiration and ideas.
Two beautiful girls approached, their dresses ethereal and flowing. Ji Xia suddenly stopped them, saying, "Hey beautiful, your dress is gorgeous. Where did you buy it?"
The two girls who were stopped smiled shyly: "The White Horse Fashion Market has a lot of new styles, all of which are popular in Hong Kong and Taiwan. You can go and have a look."
"Thanks!"
"You're welcome."
The little girl politely smiled back at her. After Ji Xia and Chen Jing walked away, she looked back and said, "That girl was so pretty, with such nice skin. She looked like a big star from Hong Kong."
Ji Xia and Chen Jing strolled around with the crowd for more than two hours until the crowd gradually dispersed, and then they returned to the guesthouse along the same route.
Back at the guesthouse, Ji Xia took another cold shower, changed into loose pajamas, and took out her paintbrush and sketchbook to jot down her inspirations for the evening.
The next day, the two went to a different teahouse, had breakfast, and then set off to look for Ji Xiangjun, carrying his package and letters.
Ji Xiangjun's old comrade-in-arms, Zhong Zhicheng, was Ji Xiangjun's superior's superior during the first two years after Ji Xiangjun joined the army.
Later, he retired due to injury and returned to Huacheng to work as a factory manager. The two still kept in touch through letters.
Zhong Zhicheng is a righteous person. Because his family has some connections and he is capable, many of his comrades who were discharged due to injuries came to him for help. He would always find a way to help them find a place to go, so he has many friends.
Following the address provided by Ji Xiangjun, Chen Jing and Ji Xia arrived at the dormitory building in an industrial park in Yuexiu District.
Following the floor number and address, Ji Xia and Chen Jing, carrying a bag of fruit, a package, and a letter, knocked on the door of apartment 302 in building 2.
A middle-aged woman with an ordinary face opened the door and looked at Ji Xia and Chen Jing suspiciously: "Who are you?"
"Excuse me, ma'am, is this the home of Factory Director Zhong Zhicheng? Is he home?"
The middle-aged woman, Huang Qiumei, frowned and replied without asking, "What do you want with him? Forget it, don't bother saying anything. It's no use begging him. He won't accept gifts. Go back!"
After Huang Qiumei finished speaking, she waved her hand and was about to close the door. Ji Xia and Chen Jing were surprised and asked, "What's going on?"
The person is definitely here, so why wouldn't they even want to see them?
"etc!"
Chen Jingfei quickly blocked the doorway, preventing her from closing it, and hurriedly said, "Comrade, I'm not here to deliver a gift. I'm an old comrade-in-arms of Comrade Zhong Zhicheng."
"Old comrade-in-arms? Impossible."
Huang Qiumei sized up Ji Xia and Chen Jing's ages and frowned: "So young, and you already know how to brag. How old are you? By the time you went to the army, he had already retired."
Moreover, Chen Jing completely lacked the aura of a tough soldier; it was obvious at a glance that he was fake.
"Sister, you've misunderstood. We were asked by Comrade Zhong's comrade-in-arms to come and find him. Why don't you ask him? His name is Ji Xiangjun."
Ji Xia has an elegant and refined demeanor, speaks softly, and is beautiful but lacks the arrogance often associated with pretty girls, making her very likable.
Upon hearing this, Huang Qiumei hesitated for a moment before turning around and shouting inside, "Zhicheng, do you have a comrade-in-arms named Ji Xiangjun?"
"Ji Xiangjun? He's here?"
As Huang Qiumei's loud voice rang out, a middle-aged man of medium build and upright demeanor walked out from the innermost part.
As was her habit, Ji Xia immediately looked at his clothes: a silver-gray striped T-shirt, military green trousers, and a belt that looked like it had been used for several years, with the buckle worn white and the edges frayed.
I heard that Zhong Zhicheng has been transferred to a factory as a factory director. His ordinary clothes and simple two-bedroom apartment suggest that this man has some principles.
Ji Xia always respected those who had power but did not use it for personal gain, and would nod and smile respectfully upon meeting them.
"Hello, my name is Ji Xia. Ji Xiangjun is my second brother. He asked me to come and deliver a package."
Chen Jing placed the fruit on the table at the opportune moment, and handed over the package and letter: "These are things that Second Brother Ji asked us to deliver."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Zhong Zhicheng cheerfully accepted the package and nodded to his wife: "Go brew a pot of good tea and get some food."
"No need to be polite, Comrade Zhong. We're just delivering some things and will be leaving right away."
“Now that we’re here, there’s no reason for us to leave right away. If your second brother knew, he would definitely kill me.”
Zhong Zhicheng waved his hand with a smile. He had the imposing presence of a superior, but his smile was very peaceful.
He read Ji Xiangjun's letter, casually stuffed it into his pocket, and then warmly entertained Ji Xia and Chen Jing.
Knowing that the two were out to relax after the college entrance examination, Zhong Zhicheng and Huang Qiumei not only treated them to lunch, but also gave them a lot of valuable advice on their travel plans.
After lunch, Chen Jing and Ji Xia thanked Mr. and Mrs. Zhong for their hospitality, declined their car ride, and left the Zhong family home.
"I heard that your comrade-in-arms is a factory manager, but the decorations in his house look very simple. He doesn't seem like a factory manager at all. I wonder what business you have with him?"
Not only were their clothes inappropriate, but their homes also lacked decent appliances and furniture. It was said that many families in Huacheng had televisions, but Zhong Zhicheng's family didn't even have a small 14-inch television.
Chen Jing smiled faintly: "My second brother said he wanted to find a few old comrades to help out at the factory in southern Anhui, so that's why I contacted him."
Two men wearing floral shirts and holding paper fans walked towards them. Chen Jing protected Ji Xia and moved to the side of the road to avoid them. As the four passed each other, Chen Jing suddenly felt his hair stand on end.
He unconsciously glanced at the man's back; the man smelled of blood.
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