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Chapter 442 Tus Arrives
Chapter 442 Tus Arrives

"Whoo~"

A gust of cold wind blew, and the debris of firecrackers on the street was rolled up. The pale Guo Jia couldn't help but tighten his clothes.

In his hand was a white plastic bag containing two and a half curry fish balls.

As usual, Guo Jia walks on this dilapidated path that is not spacious, and there are gray and white concrete buildings on both sides. There are many shocking buildings and high-rise buildings in Xiangjiang in the 90s, giving people the feeling of a magnificent steel forest.

But even forests are not all lush trees.

In the community where Guo Jia is located at the moment, many of the buildings here are 50 to [-] years old, like bushes under the forest.

There are large and small cracks on the uneven concrete walls, and in the gaps of the cracks, there are faintly one or two weeds rooted on the red bricks, shaking slightly in the cold wind.

"Ajia, you're back so early."

He looks about 70 or [-] years old, wearing a simple but clean white shirt.

In the gap between the buildings, a bunch of afternoon sunlight shines on the corridor. The old man with half gray hair is holding a pair of pliers in his hand, and is breaking the hard shell of the ginkgo fruit one by one. The crisp and tender pulp is taken out.

Guo Jia closed his neckline, and a kind smile appeared on his pale face:

"Cai Bo, why are you in the mood to peel the ginkgo fruit today?"

While peeling, the old man waved his hands with a somewhat helpless expression:

"The little grandson has been coughing a bit lately, and he is going to cook a pot of ginkgo syrup, and remember to come home to drink syrup later."

Ginkgo, also known as ginkgo biloba, tastes bitter, but has a sweet aftertaste. It is very helpful to the lungs. It can treat asthma, phlegm and cough and other lung problems. Children's diseases are the most troublesome.

I can't take antibiotics, I can only use traditional Chinese medicine to adjust slowly, but children are the most afraid of suffering, so there is a medicated diet of ginkgo syrup.

And as the old man finished speaking, Guo Jia smiled and waved his hands:
"It's too troublesome, treasure."

But the old man still warmly invited:

"No trouble, it's all cooked in one pot anyway, and you gave me the recipe."

Perhaps it is because everyone is at the bottom of the society, so they are extraordinarily united. Compared with the socializing in high-end communities, this old community where ordinary people gather together has a stronger human touch, although there are no high-end things.

Neighbors are very harmonious, just like a family.

This is one of the reasons why Guo Jia lives in this community every time he comes back.

At his level, the wealth and prosperity in the world are but passing clouds.

He pays more attention to feeling, and to this kind of spiritual relaxation.

If it is a weekday, at this time, Guo Jia would have a chat with the old man in the corridor. The two of them basked in the short sunshine between the building and the building in the afternoon, peeled the white fruit shells together, and finally had a bowl of unspeakable sweetness. Still bitter ginkgo syrup.

But considering your own situation?

Guo Jia shook his head, pointing helplessly at his tired and pale face: "Otherwise, I'll go back to sleep first, I worked overtime last night until now, and now I'm very sleepy, I'll go to your house to ask for a drink when I wake up." Sugar water?"

The old man nodded and didn't insist anymore.

But seeing the figure of Guo Jia getting up and walking towards the corridor, he did not forget to shout:

"Ajia, go back to bed early, don't forget to drink sugar water at home after waking up."

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Guo Jia's house is located on the sixth floor of this old building. It's about one o'clock in the afternoon. On the dilapidated iron door, the gray-green paint is cracked, and the brown rust inside can be vaguely seen.

As the iron door was opened, what came into view was an old shoe rack with a few pairs of cheap plastic slippers next to it.

The layout of the room is very simple, white tiled floor, bright glass, looks relatively clean, the area of ​​the whole house is less than [-] square meters, relatively small for a family of three, but enough for Guo Jia who lives alone up.

He can even buy a nice sofa in the living room.

Leaving the keys on the shoe rack, Guo Jia hung the changed windbreaker on the coat rack at the door.

Pale complexion, the hard plastic plate on the chest was thrown aside casually, on the chest area, there was a depression the size of half a head, wrapped with a thick layer of gauze, blood was seeping at this moment, making the air full of blood. There was a faint smell of blood.

"boom!"

Two and a half servings of curry fish balls were thrown on the coffee table in the living room, and Guo Jia threw his tired body on the orange sofa, breathing out a breath of cool air, drops of sweat dripping from his forehead on his pale face.

After exhaling this cold breath, Guo Jia turned his head and glanced at the empty single sofa opposite, with a relieved smile on his face:

"Okay, don't hide it, do you want to eat the curry fish balls I bought?"

A tired, hoarse voice sounded in the empty room.

Because there is only one person, it looks very clear, and at the same time carries a creepy chill.

Because Guo Jia is the only one in the room!

But the next moment, an unacceptable scene appeared.

Just opposite Guo Jia, the sunlight from the window made the outline of the single sofa more and more clear, but there was a faint figure, like the ripples of the lake, slowly appearing in people's sight.

Green gown with gold tulip cuffs at the neckline.

There is a black belt around the waist with an emerald green gemstone inlaid on the belt buckle, and a small bag embroidered with peach blossoms is tied beside it.

The height is between 1.7m1.8 and [-]m. He looks handsome and looks like a man and a woman. His facial features are soft, his eyes are clear, and his thin lips carry a pleasing smile.

As the lips parted, a pleasant voice came:

"How did you know I was coming?"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the man who was more beautiful than a woman in front of him: "Please, before you go out next time, can you stop spraying so much perfume on your body? It's not like I don't have a nose."

Tian Xia froze for a moment, his expression was a bit speechless, he pointed to the small bag hanging on his belt, and said seriously:

"It's not perfume, it's a sachet."

Guo Jia waved his hand, as if you don't need to explain:
"It's all for women anyway."

This made Tian Xia very speechless. He really wanted to tell the other party that in ancient times, sachets were worn by elegant gentlemen, not exclusive items for women. Very obsessed.

But think of Guo Jia's character?

Tian Xia could only shake his head helplessly, he really wanted to curse, but because of his self-cultivation, he could only shake his head helplessly:

"You are simply unreasonable."

Guo Jia didn't care, and still looked like he was not at a disadvantage: "It's obviously your wife...cough cough..."

Before he finished speaking, the injury flared up, and Guo Jia couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing.

However, his expression was somewhat relaxed.

In fact, before entering the door, Guo Jia's nerves were always tense. Although his strength had reached the level of a master of the first realm, ordinary people were as fragile as ants in his eyes, but he was injured after all.

Besides, this injury made him realize that Xiangjiang might be hiding danger.

So under Guo Jia's seemingly calm expression, there is actually a tense heart.

But after returning to the room, when Guo Jia realized that his friend had arrived, he relaxed. Otherwise, he wouldn't be sweating wildly on his forehead after sitting on the sofa, allowing the injuries in his body to erupt.

What Guo Jia didn't expect was that the injury broke out more violently than imagined.

"Wow!"

After coughing violently, Guo Jia's lungs seemed to be torn, and the gauze wrapped around his chest began to ooze a lot of blood. At the same time, his body trembled uncontrollably. One couldn't hold back, a mouthful of sticky blood flowed from him. Throat squirt.

Blood bubbled out from the gaps between the fingertips, dripped down the thick beard, and exploded into dark red blood flowers on the white porcelain floor.

And at this moment, behind Guo Jia, without a sound, came a deep and thick middle-aged male voice:

"How did you get hurt so badly?"

Subconsciously, his body froze, Guo Jia froze for a moment, and instinctively looked back. As his pupils shrank, a flash of astonishment flashed in Guo Jia's eyes:
"Boss Tus, didn't you go to Europe?"

(End of this chapter)