The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 372
The night gradually deepened.Countless snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on the potholed road.

A carriage ran hurriedly through the splashing snow. Inside the carriage, a young man frowned.

This section of road is too familiar to Gu Qijiang.

Especially the house at the end of the road, every plant, every wall, was so familiar that he wanted to cry.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the house, and Qi Jiang subconsciously straightened the collar of his woolen coat, which was still fairly crisp, before stepping on the deserted and cold stone steps.

An hour ago, he had just bid farewell to his third brother Qilan. He was supposed to be sitting in the dining room of the Gu mansion, sitting around the table with his eldest brother and two younger sisters, waiting for his father to bring out the good wine from his collection and the servants to serve it. Serve large and small cups, plates, and chopsticks.

However, Qi Jiang did not fully listen to his younger brother's advice to urge him to go home, he was anxious to finish an important matter, and then have a good meal with Gu Mansion and the adults and children at home.

He ran on the way back with a clear goal, and first went to Zhu's house to see, where Zhu Juanjuan lived, which he was worried about.

In just over a month, her life changed from starry sky to miserable and helpless. Her father and two elder brothers passed away one after another, and her mother went back to her natal home alone to recuperate. , she didn't even make it to the funeral.

On such a deserted new year's day, can she live well by herself?
Qijiang walked slowly to the last stone step, squatted down, and silently stared at the two gates in a daze.

The door of Zhu's house was tightly closed, and the incense ashes and paper money ash from the day of the funeral still remained on the door frame, which was extremely bleak.

Feeling sad for a while, Qi Jiang quickly reached into his jacket pocket, took out a clean handkerchief and wiped the door frame carefully until it revealed its original vermilion.

He used a little force, and a layer of fine beads of sweat suddenly oozed from his forehead. When he raised his hand to wipe the sweat, he heard the sound of a wooden stick rubbing the floor.

The wooden stick thumped on the stone steps, once and for all, the dark eaves became a bit scary and gloomy.

Qi Jiang couldn't help turning his head, and saw a thin and stubborn figure standing in front of him like a nail.

I don't know if he didn't see his face clearly or if he wanted to vent his anger, but before he could speak, the other party raised a stick and hit him unceremoniously on the head:

"Where is the bastard who dares to destroy in front of my house!"

Qi Jiang dodged and jumped away, escaping the blow. Hearing the familiar voice, he felt calmer.

He grabbed the stick with his backhand, looked at the blurred face and asked in a low voice:
"Brother Xingyuan! Your injury hasn't healed yet, why did you come back?"

When the other party heard this, he realized that it was his own person, and immediately let go of the stick in his hand.

He coughed twice, sat down heavily, pointed at the plaque on the door, full of grievances: "Brother-in-law, this is the Zhu family's house, shouldn't I come back and live a normal life?"

After Xingyuan finished speaking indignantly, he shuffled his hands into his trouser pockets and rummaged a few times, his complexion changed drastically:

"No, my key is gone! How can I get in without a key!"

"Fourth sister, are you at home? Quickly open the door for me!"

The servants were dismissed last month, and Xingyuan could only hope that Juanjuan would be at home.They yelled and knocked, but the door was solid and did not move.

Qijiang watched him hold the stick again and make a nervous operation against the gate, and persuaded him: "Juan Juan doesn't seem to be in the house, don't make a big noise to attract the plainclothes. I invite Brother Zhu to go out for a drink and eat together." Go for the food, order whatever you like.”

After finishing speaking, he supported Xingyuan who was downcast, and walked together to the restaurant on the opposite street.

The snow fell more quickly than before.The two of them didn't have an umbrella and couldn't walk very far. Their hair and eyebrows were covered with a layer of white snowflakes.

A woman holding a yellow paper umbrella walked towards her. She was dressed in white and had a slim figure, holding an eight or nine-year-old girl by the hand.

Qi Jiang inadvertently glanced at the woman who was about to pass by, his eyes suddenly stayed on her and did not move.

"Juanjuan! Juanjuan!"

Xingyuan didn't believe it: "Stop shouting, it's a waste of emotion. She and my sister just look alike, and my sister is still a big girl, how can such a big child come from!"

However, when the woman heard the sound, she turned around on the spot, and the umbrella in her hand fell silently on the snow.

"Second Young Master!"

"Third Brother!"

The little girl she was leading looked at Qijiang timidly, not daring to look at Xingyuan.

Juanjuan gently wiped the snow on the tip of her nose, "Qiqi, don't be afraid, he is Qilan's second brother. That gentleman is my third brother."

Qiqi quietly looked at Xingyuan curiously, and was very confused: Isn't my sister's third brother dead?
She can read some words, sells newspapers every day, and remembers the fake obituary clearly.

Qi Jiang was very happy and greeted:

"The two of you came just in time, let's go to the restaurant in front to eat hot pot together! Authentic braised mutton in a copper pot! There are also roast duck, noodles with fried sauce, and pea yellow!"

Juanjuan felt a burst of warmth in her heart, pulled Qiqi, and asked about the situation of the third brother while walking, Xingyuan perfunctory passed it in a few words.

This restaurant is not small in scale, and the seats are frighteningly full.The four of them drank small Diaoli soup to keep out the cold while waiting for an empty seat.

Holding the hot cup, Zhu Juanjuan still had lingering fears when thinking of what happened today.

Qi Ming was beaten to the ground by Lin Yitang who happened to be passing by, and he was still rolling on the ground moaning for a long time.

Zhu Juanjuan stood up from the ground in shock, ignoring the snack box that had fallen to pieces on the ground, and stumbled towards the crowded place.

She was not afraid of being caught and dragged away by Qi Ming again, but she was afraid that she would never see that person again.

Lin Yitang was wearing a gray cloak, and with the wind blowing on his feet, he walked fast, all the way to the place where Mr. Lin was queuing up to buy tickets, for fear of being scolded by his uncle for being late.

Qi Ming couldn't even use the strength to support the wall and get up.Yelling, calling for help.In the end, he ran into the police who came to see the situation, interrogated him and took him home.

Juanjuan was about to catch up, but she was accidentally knocked down by a middle-aged man who was in a hurry to catch the train on the way. She slipped and fell to the ground in embarrassment. When she looked up again, Lin Yitang's back was like light smoke disappear into the distance.

She cried sadly: She tried her best and couldn't catch up, and she didn't even have time to say thank you.

A group of children selling newspapers along the street gradually approached.A little girl who was walking last, disguised as a man, heard the crying from the side, and looked back.

The little newsboy recognized Juan Juan, clamped the thick stack of newspapers under his arms, and supported her with both hands:

"Sister Juanjuan, I'm Qiqi, are you okay?"

She reluctantly stood up: "It's okay, thank you. How are you and your mother these days?"

Qiqi burst into tears with a "wow": "Mom, she got typhoid fever and is gone."

(End of this chapter)