Peng Guoqing accompanied Xie Qian to the College of Literature and saw Mu Fan from afar.
Because he had never had close contact with the person, Peng Guoqing didn't notice anything wrong.
This time it was different. Everyone sat at the same table to eat, and Peng Guoqing was observed closely.
Pang Jinglong was very eager to show off and would look at Wen Ying every two sentences.
Mu Fan was more calm and didn't talk as much as Pang Jinglong, but he was trying to please Wen Ying without making a sound.
Peng Guoqing couldn't help but kick Wang Shuang under the table.
"Why did you kick me?"
Wang Shuang was still thinking about what Wen Ying had just said about fan stickiness, but was interrupted by Peng Guoqing. He rolled his eyes at Peng Guoqing.
Peng Guoqing was so angry that he almost laughed.
The stupid dog named Wang is so slow!
Haha, that’s right. Smart people like me are rare in the world. That stupid dog named Wang is indeed far inferior to me.
Peng Guoqing cleared his throat. "Wen Ying, did Xie Qian say when he'd be back? I miss him so much after not seeing him for so long. Don't you miss him?"
Wang Shuang really misses Xie Qian.
Recently, Wang Jun has been praising Wang Shuang all the time, and Wang Shuang has become somewhat arrogant. In order to keep his feet on the ground and go further, Wang Shuang urgently needs Xie Qian's blow.
Li Mengjiao said one thing and meant another, "It's up to him whether he comes back or not. His business is more important!"
Of course Wen Ying missed Xie Qian very much.
She contacts Xie Qian every day.
At the beginning, they had to control the length of their calls, but recently they can talk however they want. Xie Qian speaks with a strong voice, which means that his health is gradually recovering.
"He will be back."
Wen Ying simply said this with a firm tone.
Mu Fan was mentally prepared, but Pang Jinglong was completely confused. "Who is Xie Qian?"
Peng Guoqing placed a hand on Pang Jinglong's shoulder. "Xie Qian is Xie Qian. He's our mutual friend, and he's especially close to Wen Ying. They sat at the same table for three years in high school and were admitted to the same university after taking the college entrance exam."
——Boy, I’ve explained it so clearly, you can understand it, right?
Pang Jinglong seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.
Poor Pang Jinglong didn't even know why Peng Guoqing said this. When he heard that Wen Ying had a close male friend, Pang Jinglong felt a little uncomfortable.
Mu Fan drank a sip of water very calmly. Peng Guoqing's few words were not enough to make Mu Fan give up the idea.
Wen Ying's thoughts had already drifted away.
She really misses Xie Qian!
…
Wen Ying was not the only one who wanted to meet Xie Qian. There was another person who particularly wanted to talk to Xie Qian, Zhang Zhijun's son Zhang Hua.
Zhang Hua called Xie Qian several times, but didn't get the answer he wanted from Xie Qian.
The police have closed the case of Lu Meishu's death and determined it was suicide.
The Zhang family is very sad about this, and the whole family has been in a heavy mood during this period.
The person most affected was undoubtedly Zhang Hua himself. In just over a month, the young man became so thin that he was unrecognizable.
No one knows what Zhang Hua is thinking.
The young man still looked polite, but he was closed-minded.
Lu Meishu's body has not been buried yet.
This is not a solution. Chinese people believe in burying the dead. If Lu Meishu is not buried, people will continue to talk about the Zhang family.
No one could persuade Zhang Hua. The young man had lost his mother and was sadder than anyone else.
Zhang Zhijun has also lost a lot of weight. He lost his wife in middle age, his son became estranged from him, and his family blamed him. Zhang Zhijun looks very haggard.
But my wife Lu Meishu’s body cannot remain unburied forever!
Facing his son, Zhang Zhijun said in a heavy tone: "Let your mother go in peace. This is my fault. Please let yourself go..."
Zhang Hua smiled, a smile uglier than crying. "I can't sleep at night. I keep dreaming about her. I dream she's standing by the window and talking to me. She says she wants to go home, not this home, but her own home."
Zhang Zhijun was dazed. "You want to bury her in your hometown?"
Zhang Hua nodded: "That's where she was born. Fallen leaves return to their roots. She should go back there."
Zhang Zhijun agreed with his son's idea and said he would arrange it.
Zhang Hua refused, "I will send her back to her hometown. That's her hometown. You shouldn't go there."
——How dare you go there?
This is what Zhang Hua didn’t say out loud!
Zhang Zhijun obviously understood and murmured, "You're right, I really don't have the qualifications to go there. When I married your mother, I promised to take good care of her, but I didn't do that. Don't worry, your mother is the only wife I will have in my life, and no one else can replace her place in my heart."
Zhang Zhijun made a promise to Zhang Hua.
Zhang Hua was not moved by the belated affection, which was cheaper than grass. He curled his lips and said, "Really? I'm afraid you should first think about how to face the strange looks from outsiders. After all, Third Uncle Xie sued you as well. He spent so much money on your illegitimate daughter, you have to pay him back."
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