Volume 2 Cold Dew Chapter 6: Nap
After chatting aimlessly for a while, Jiang You said that Jiang Mo was almost awake, and Zhao Shiqi also said that he wanted to go upstairs to see Qing Su, so they left together.
Jiang You accompanied Zhao Shiqi to the elevator.
"It's great that all three of you came to my wedding." Zhao Shiqi said suddenly.
"I wonder if the next one will be Zhou Tao or Yuan Shu."
"And you?"
"I already have a son."
Zhao Shiqi suddenly patted Jiang You on the shoulder.
"I don't know what happened to you in the past few years, but we are definitely on your side," he paused, "I've already told Zhou Tao that since you are determined not to get back together with Xue Bei, we will not give her any information in the future."
The lights came on and the elevator doors opened.
"I'm going up." Zhao Shiqi walked into the elevator.
"Go ahead, go ahead."
The door closed slowly.
Jiang You walked back to the room, opened the door and walked through the entrance hall. He saw Jiang Mo sitting on the bed with his knees hugged.
"Where do you want to go tomorrow?"
Jiang You sat down on the other bed, kicked off his shoes, took off his clothes and got into bed.
The air conditioning was set very low.
The two bowls of porridge were cold.
He yawned.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep in seconds.
Zhang Qingsu lay on her side on the bed, looking at the blue sky outside the window. The sunlight cast a row of golden spots on the metal railings.
calm.
She could hear her own steady breathing and heartbeat.
The door of the room was pushed open, she turned her head and watched Zhao Shiqi walk in.
"Awake?" she heard him ask.
She sat up. "I seem to have had a very long dream."
More than two hours later.
The phone vibrates.
Jiang You reached out and touched his cell phone. He threw it towards Jiang Mo's bed, then turned over and covered his head with the quilt.
Jiang Mo holds the cell phone.
The caller ID showed the words "Sugar is not sweet".
The phone vibrated for a while and then stopped. After a few seconds, it vibrated again.
After several cycles of static vibration.
The door to the room was kicked open.
Tang Butian walked in, holding a wooden sword in one hand and a cell phone in the other.
Jiang You sat up in shock, holding the quilt.
Jiang Mo looked at the phone in his hand that was still vibrating, and then looked at Tang Butian.
"Why are you here? Why didn't you knock on the door?" Jiang You reached out and grabbed his glasses and put them on.
"You didn't answer the phone, I thought you might be in danger."
"Jiang Mo, why don't you answer the phone?" Jiang You turned and looked at Jiang Mo.
Jiang Mo answered the phone.
Tang Butian ended the call.
She said: "Room 1236, the person who booked the room is Lei Yao, the director of Panjin Culture and Media."
"Please go out for a moment so I can get dressed."
"good."
Tang Butian walked out.
Jiang You sighed deeply and put on his T-shirt. Jiang Mo threw the phone back into his hands.
"Okay, come in."
After Tang Butian sat down on the sofa, Jiang You took out a mineral water bottle from the bathroom and handed it to Tang Butian, "The thing that attacked me today."
"What is this?" Tang Butian stared at the black balls in the water bottle. She shook the bottle, and the black balls scattered and then gathered together again.
"I don't know, but it's good as fertilizer for flowers. Can you help me bring it back to Tangjiang? I'm afraid I won't be able to pass the security check with it, and then I'll be forced to drink it," Jiang You shook his head, "Just thinking about it makes the picture too beautiful."
"oh."
"Just now I saw the lobby manager taking two people to the twelfth floor. Are they Jinrong's colleagues?"
"Not really. Two white candles were found in the room, with residual spiritual fluctuations." Tang Butian sent a few photos to Jiang You.
Jiang You enlarged the photo. Most of the candle was still burned. The candlestick was white and very delicate, with strange patterns carved on it.
"What are you going to do?" Tang Butian asked.
"What can I do? After I beat the younger one, here comes the older one," Jiang You sat down next to Tang Butian, and the sofa sank a little. "Then I won't have to worry about fertilizer for my yard, and you can get what you want."
He stretched out his right hand in front of Tang Butian. There was a very light pink scar on the palm of his hand. "Is this considered a work-related injury?"
“Not really.”
"I am a public official, right? They attacked me. Can I ask for an explanation and some compensation?"
“Is there any record from the body camera?”
"No, I don't bring that thing with me when I travel. And we were communicating remotely. I didn't even see their faces."
"How did they find you?"
"I want to know too. I finally recovered from my injury and came out to attend a wedding." Jiang You picked up the pumpkin porridge on the coffee table and took a sip.
"Do you know her?" Tang Butian handed the phone to Jiang You. The photo showed a woman, who was very thin.
"He looks familiar," Jiang You recalled, "He seems to have bought postcards from my shop before."
"She is Lei Yao."
"No wonder. I guess she saw me on the night of Yang Xuan's live broadcast. But I think this one," Jiang You pointed at the bottle in Tang Butian's hand, "is not the same one we encountered last time."
"An accomplice?"
"Maybe. Little Naughty 24's cooking was mediocre. I guess her boss is not very satisfied." Jiang You glanced at the time. "Would you like to go downstairs with me for dinner, or what?"
"A wedding banquet?"
"The wedding banquet here will be held at noon, and there will be four or five tables in the evening. We will mainly invite the bride's relatives and those who helped today. The food in this hotel is pretty good."
"good."
"Then I'll talk to Shiqi." Jiang You sent a WeChat message to Zhao Shiqi, who quickly replied saying it was no problem.
"During lunch, I met a member of the Apple Book Club, and she said she wanted to introduce me to someone else."
"You seem to be particularly interested in that organization."
"I think their way of finding food is worth learning from."
"What's the meaning?"
"Hatred is a very common emotion, and it's said to not taste very good," Jiang You glanced at Jiang Mo. "In the past, they liked to start wars, between races, between classes. Now times are different, and hatred between genders is the new trend. Although the unit yield is low and the quality is probably not high, the quantity is large and it is safe and harmless to harvest. After one crop is harvested, another crop will grow. I really want to imitate that."
Jiang Mo picked up the iPad and started watching the video.
