good old days

Song Yahui has been waiting in the yard for more than half an hour.

Sitting in the courtyard feels familiar yet strange.

He used to be a member here, and he watered every plant and tree here.

Seeing Jiang Xinyu come out, he said anxiously: "Sister Xinyu, my partner came yesterday. Her intention was not my original intention. I don't have enough money and I haven't planned to rent a shop yet. She is just worried about me. Don't talk to her." No matter what, she actually doesn’t have bad intentions.”

Jiang Xinyu nodded with a normal expression, "I understand, okay, go back quickly. Your sister must be busy at the moment, so go and help her."

Not long after Song Yahui left, Wang Sumei drove back with Jiang Yan in her car.

Wang Sumei was in such high spirits when she got out of the car that Jiang Xinyu thought she had picked up money today.

Jiang Yan walked up to Jiang Xinyu's legs with a small cake and called "Mom". Jiang Xinyu touched his head and asked, "Where did grandma take you to play?"

Wang Sumei said quickly: "The postman came to deliver the letter this morning. It was sent by Chen Yi. He said in the letter that he would be back soon."

"The date on the letter was sixteen days ago. I figured he would be back in a few days. I was so happy that I took Jiang Yan out to the mall and bought him some clothes."

Jiang Yan tugged on Jiang Xinyu's clothes, his eyes a little nervous: "Mom, dad is coming back."

Jiang Yan knew that all children have fathers, but his father went abroad and went to a far away place.

There are photos of his father at home. He knows what his father looks like, but he has never gotten along with his father very much. Thinking of a strange father coming home, he feels a little nervous.

Jiang Xinyu calculated the time for Chen Yi to go abroad. It was obviously still some time before he finished his studies. Would he still leave when he came back this time?

Jiang Yan nervously entered the room, opened the drawer, took out the photo album, and carefully looked at the father in the photo.

Obviously Chen Yi only came back last year, but Jiang Yan's impression of his father last year was not as deep as the photos.

"Mom, is dad fierce?"

"Who told you that he was fierce?" Jiang Xinyu wondered.

Jiang Yan tilted his head and said cutely: "Grandpa and grandma both say that dad is very powerful."

Jiang Xinyu: "..."

"Awesome is an adjective. It can be said to describe a person's temper, or his abilities in certain aspects. Grandpa and grandma mean that your father has outstanding abilities."

Jiang Yan nodded, "That's it."

"Then will he like me?"

Jiang Xinyu put down Chen Yi's letter and nodded without a doubt, "Dad likes you very much and cares about you. Every month, he asks me to send him your photos and tell him about you in the letter. Didn't I still ask you? Have you ever painted? He received it and praised you for your good painting."

Jiang Xinyu knew that the father-son relationship between Chen Yi and the child, which had just been established last year, had gradually faded as he went abroad and the child became forgetful. She didn't want the child to have any emotional deprivation, so she often made Chen Yi's presence felt in front of the child.

Jiang Yan was a little shy when his mother said this, "If dad likes me, then I also like dad."

Jiang Xinyu smiled and said, "When he comes back, can you let him take you swimming?"

The restaurant at the Great Wall is progressing very quickly and is expected to be completed by the end of June. I made an appointment with Xiao Yujun and Jiang Yuzhu to go and try it out before the official opening.

Jiang Yan's eyes blinked, and he was already looking forward to the days after his father came back.

Her son is coming back. Wang Sumei walks with wind in her eyes and hums a light song while cooking.

Something happened to Chen Yi, who was far away across the ocean, before setting off.

The lock on his studio was picked, and all the computers and various instruments inside were removed. Although he couldn't pinpoint the specific target, he still knew who did it. For this kind of hooliganism, calling the police will only delay his return to the country.

Three months ago he made an exception and got a green card from the United States. Since then, people have been lobbying him, and the conditions offered were quite attractive, but unfortunately he didn't need it.

Just be prepared in advance. Even if the computer and those instruments are taken away, no secrets will be revealed.

And his studies have been completed ahead of schedule.

There are four academic quarters in a year. Except for the 20 days he came back during the summer vacation last year, he did not waste a single vacation from the time he arrived at school.

Before leaving, Chen Yi made a special trip to find Chen Jiajia.

She hasn't come to see him for more than half a year, but during the Spring Festival he received a basket of apples with no signature and Happy New Year written on them, which he placed at the door of his apartment.

Apart from Chen Jiajia, he didn't know who would do such a quiet and awkward thing.

After calling Nanhua Pavilion to confirm that Chen Jiajia did not go to work today, Chen Yicai went directly to her school to find her.

Under the shade of the trees on campus, a young red-haired woman was walking beside Professor Steve, whom Chen Yi had met once in the police station.

Steve is considered a celebrity here in Cambridge. Chen Yi not only read various gossips about him in newspapers, but also learned about the love-hate relationship between this romantic professor and Chen Jiajia from Wei Ming.

When the car was about to pass Steve, Steve stopped the car with his hand and signaled Chen Yi to stop.

The car window was originally lowered, and Chen Yi looked sideways at this handsome blond and blue-eyed prodigal.

Steve looked at these unwavering eyes, and for some reason his back felt a little un straight.

"What is your relationship with Chen Jiajia?"

Chen Yi's eyebrows moved slightly and he said casually: "It doesn't matter. Are you okay?"

Steve shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just want you to tell her that the boyfriend she found is really not that good."

Chen Yi put his hand on the car window and tapped lightly, and asked: "What does that have to do with you? You can tell her directly what you want to say."

Steve was fed up with Chen Jiajia's rejection. He was so hit by her that he never had a serious relationship for a long time, and he didn't even dare to exercise with his female partner, for fear that the woman he had close contact with would treat others behind his back. It's not okay to complain about him. Several times he saw Chen Jiajia walking with a man with an Asian face on campus, and his heart could not calm down.

What does it have to do with him?
It doesn't matter!

But he couldn't swallow that breath!
Let him talk to Chen Jiajia in person? What a joke, that woman was like seeing an epidemic when she saw her. Every time she would either turn around and leave or ignore him.

Steve watched the car drive slowly through the school, with a gloomy expression on his face, dragging the female companion beside him to a hotel near the school.

The two were making firewood and met the fierce fire. The woman was pleasantly surprised and thought that this time the two of them would combine naturally and go to a feast together. However, after a long period of warm-up, Steve became incompetent.

The woman tried various methods to arouse Steve's interest, and finally determined that the person in front of her had a physical problem!
Steve kept cursing "shit" in his mouth, sweating anxiously, but to no avail.

After the woman put on her clothes and left, she did not forget to comfort Steve thoughtfully. Her expression became very subtle when she left the house.

Steve himself angrily picked up his chair and smashed it against the furnishings in the room.

His anger level was off the charts, he was sweating all over his body, and his eyes were bloodshot and red from anger.

Damn, it was obviously not like this before.

He must have been cursed by Chen Jiajia.

(End of this chapter)