However, Jiang Jingqi and Jiang Yandong both knew about Jiang Yanyuan's post on WeChat Moments and saw it.
In that case, both of them imagined what had happened: Qiao Shiyu had been to Songshan with Jiang Yanyuan, and Qiao Shiyu was already pregnant, so naturally others thought that Jiang Yanyuan was Qiao Shiyu's husband.
Maybe neither of them gave an explanation. If nothing unexpected happened, Jiang Yanyuan should have gone there because of these words.
Jiang Jingqi shook his head and sighed helplessly: The game is over.
After Jiang Yanyuan came down from Songshan, he parked his car on the side of the road. He took out Qiao Shiyu's ID card from his wallet, looked at it for a long time, and stroked her photo with his hand.
Her appearance is quite iconic, and most importantly, her eyes are too attractive, like a blood-sucking witch. Just one look at her and you will be bewitched by her.
"Hanjiatun." Jiang Yanyuan repeated the name in a low voice.
I guess he went to a village-run primary school, Hanjiatun Primary School, or a village-run primary school.
The middle school is out of my village, and the cafeteria eats cabbage stewed with tofu every day?
Jiang Yanyuan attended the best private elementary school in Fengcheng, then the corresponding private high school, and then went abroad. His life was smooth sailing. This was the case for most of the children in the Jiang family, except for his elder brother, who had once attended a school in Jiangcheng.
Jiang Yanyuan put his ID card into his wallet and slowly drove on the road. On the way, he kept thinking about this place called "Hanjiatun".
In Fengcheng, Jiang Yanyuan asked someone to make a copy of Qiao Shiyu's ID card photo, which was quite clear, and put it in his wallet.
In the past, Jiang Yanyuan’s wallet had no photos of anyone, not even his own.
When he was talking about Zhangzhu and Dai Wei, he never thought of putting their photos in.
Her appearance when she was eighteen or nineteen years old was frozen in Jiang Yanyuan's wallet.
Jiang Yanyuan sat in his office, looking at Qiao Shiyu's ID card.
He began to think about going to Hanjiatun to take a look.
For Qiao Shiyu, it is very inconvenient not to have an ID card.
An ID card is required for registration and prenatal check-ups.
She sent several WeChat messages to Jiang Yanyuan, saying that since the contract had been finalized, he should send her his ID card.
Jiang Yanyuan did not respond at all.
Although Qiao Shiyu had fewer prenatal checkups this month, she still had to go.
Moreover, even if I don’t have a prenatal check-up, as a Chinese, it would be very inconvenient not to have an ID card.
Qiao Shiyu urged him via WeChat, but she was too lazy to talk to him on the phone.
"I haven't been to Fengcheng recently." Jiang Yanyuan said.
"Where's my ID?"
"In the safe."
"Why put it in the safe?" Qiao Shiyu asked again.
“Why don’t you put your ID card in a safe?”
His question left Qiao Shiyu speechless.
Just extremely impatient.
She asked Jiang Yanyuan again: When did you come to Fengcheng?
Jiang Yanyuan hasn't been here for a long time.
Qiao Shiyu paced back and forth anxiously at home. She needed to check her blood sugar regularly in the next few months, but she didn't bring her ID card. What should she do?
After a long while, Jiang Yanyuan finally said: "The signal is not strong. Two days later."
Qiao Shiyu waited for him for two days. She never thought about why Jiang Yanyuan had no signal.
Jiang Yanyuan went to Hanjiatun these days. Once the idea of going to Hanjiatun came up, it was difficult for him to suppress it.
He sat where Qiao Shiyu had sat before and walked the mountain road that Qiao Shiyu had walked before.
He tried hard to imagine himself as she was then.
He inquired about Qiao Shiyu's home and found that it was already in a dilapidated state, with the lock on the door rusted.
"Excuse me, where are the people in this house?" Jiang Yanyuan asked a middle-aged man passing by.
He should be a former neighbor of Qiao Shiyu's family, because he came from next door.
The middle-aged man saw Jiang Yanyuan's appearance and knew he must be rich or noble, so he asked, "Who are you looking for? Qiao Shiyu?"
"Not entirely. I'm looking for her family."
"There's no one left in their family. Qiao Shiyu went to the city and never came back. Let's go together?"
Jiang Yanyuan wanted to hear Qiao Shiyu's story, so he followed her.
"Qiao Shiyu lives with her mother. Tsk tsk tsk, her mother is definitely not an easy person to deal with. After her husband ran away, she doesn't want her daughter to be happy. I don't know what kind of mother she is. She locked Qiao Shiyu with another man, making her daughter cry and scream, but no one listened to her. What's more, I just came in from the fields and opened the door for her. Her mother did this more than once. Xiao Qiao is so pitiful~ I can't forget Xiao Qiao's eyes looking at me, her face full of tears and sweat - hey, it's a good thing his mother died early." The middle-aged man said again.
"Really?" Jiang Yanyuan clenched his palms and asked.
His face was black, and he couldn't help feeling heartbroken.
He had also heard of this kind of mother.
Qiao Shiyu never told him about these things. First of all, Qiao Shiyu is not a person who rehashes old things. Things in the past are in the past and she never mentions them.
Secondly, why did Qiao Shiyu tell him?
Jiang Yanyuan lowered his head and smiled slightly.
The middle-aged man saw Jiang Yanyuan smiling, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.
"Yes, Xiao Qiao went to study outside and came to ask her mother for money. Her mother never gave her any, and no one knew where she got the money for her studies. But her mother would occasionally be kind and fry some pickles for her. After frying the pickles, she would hug Xiao Qiao and cry. When Xiao Qiao was a child, everyone loved her. But when she grew up, she seemed to have no enthusiasm for anyone. She would just smile when she saw me. Later, Xiao Qiao stopped coming. I heard that she came here some time ago, but I didn't see her. Are you her--?" the middle-aged uncle asked again.
"I am her man." After saying that, Jiang Yanyuan strode down the mountain.
The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Yanyuan, feeling a little regretful that he shouldn't have said so much.
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