Chen Xia

Chapter 2 The rising fog

Ye Mian was a little confused.

Because when I was in school, my teacher said that even if such a person wanted to commit a crime, he should be a highly intelligent criminal, and it would be very difficult to catch him.

But he was caught in a suicidal manner, without the slightest desire to escape.

Unfortunately, before she could figure out the reason, she went out to the police and encountered gangsters, and died in the sword's flash.

Ye Mian was too immersed in her thoughts until a narrow bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, waking her up from her thoughts.

He looked up at the two lucky bamboos hanging by the door. There were water drops hanging on the green leaves.

Ye Mian's mood was very complicated.

Jiang Chen didn't come to ask for help, but to give her a lucky bamboo.

If someone else had been injured, I'm afraid they would have started a riot long ago.

Instead of scolding her, Jiang Chen tolerated her rude behavior.

How could such a person become a murderer?

She doesn't understand.

But she knew that Jiang Chen was injured because the pot of lucky bamboo placed by the window was blown down by the wind.

The wound... seems quite scary.

Fidgeting tossing and turning, her conscience would never allow Ye Mian to just let it go.

So, she hurriedly dug out the disinfectant, cotton bandage ointment and other things in the medicine box, picked up the oiled paper umbrella and went out in the rain.

……

The rain in summer is the most abundant, and the heavy rain washes the roads clean.

In the old city this year, the drainage facilities on both sides have not been repaired particularly well, and the stagnant water can spread to the ankles.

Ye Mian held the oil-paper umbrella, carefully dripping the stagnant water in the alleyway, and reluctantly walked in the direction of Jiang Chen's house in memory.

Passing through a canteen, then turning around a big banyan tree, we finally arrived at the small building in my memory.

As soon as Ye Mian approached the gate, he saw Jiang Chen standing in the yard.

He was facing her sideways, holding a white cloth strip in his left hand, biting one end with his teeth, wrapping it neatly around the wound on his palm.

The clothes on his body have not been changed, but he simply washed his face.

obviously.

He didn't intend to deal with the wound on the brow bone, and just let the rain seep through the wound.

At this time, another person walked out of the room. She was a woman in her 30s with a cigarette in her hand and curly hair.

Wearing a tight-fitting yellow floral skirt, her lips are thickly smeared with a layer of red fat, which is very bright, and she looks very charming in this monotonous age.

The woman glanced at him and saw a touch of pink lip gloss on his white clothes. She smiled and said, "Hey, good students are also imitating the gangsters on the street in their love affairs?"

Jiang Chen ignored her, but squinted at the small oil-paper umbrella on the right side of the door, hesitating outside the door, as if he wanted to come over but was stopped by something.

An unconcealable smile flashed between his clear brows and eyes.

The woman followed his gaze, and there was a flash of confusion in her eyes, and then she guessed with a mocking face: "Is it that little girl Ye Mian? You are indeed just like your dead father, you are good at choosing women, why? ? You were hurt because you stood up for someone else, and someone took the initiative to kiss you?"

?

Ye Mian blinked outside the door. This woman was talking nonsense.

But this is a private conversation, and it's not easy for her to rush in and argue, so she can only listen helplessly.

Jiang Chen has already opened his mouth.

He turned to look at the woman and said lightly, "Dong Yulian."

The woman was stunned. Ever since he came to the Jiang family, this stepson had been calling her aunt, or not calling anyone at all. This was the first time that he called her by her first and last name.

Dong Yulian wanted to speak again, but the next moment she saw Jiang Chen clearly, she stopped talking.

Jiang Chen tilted his head, his hands were stained with blood.

There was a cold light in his eyes.

Dong Yulian felt fear for the first time in his cold gaze.The weak dog wants to jump over the wall in a hurry, not to mention this boy has never been a weak dog.

He was tall, and he was full of hostility under the disguise.

Dong Yulian took a step back, "Oh, why are you so angry? I didn't say anything, did I? I went out, and the family has no money. I have to find a way to eat."

After finishing speaking, he held up his umbrella and left, his thin heels hitting the ground, echoing in the old alleys of the old district.

Ye Mian didn't understand why the smell of gunpowder suddenly ignited inside.

But now he didn't want to bump into the woman, so he quickly hid aside and held the wooden pole of the oil-paper umbrella tightly.

Follow the angle of the rain splashing.

She heard a sharp sarcasm coming from an unknown window on the second floor, and she deliberately raised her voice, as if she was afraid that others would not hear, "I don't know what that girl from the Jiang family thinks, she is her stepmother. What does it look like to hook up with men all day long?"

Someone retorted, "Okay, let's care what other people do? It's not my own mother. What obligation does she have to take care of that kid from the Chi family? His father left his wife and ran away. It's good if the stepmother is willing to take it with him."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The woman seemed very unconvinced, and the chopping board was banging loudly, "Don't live in other people's house without obligation? I don't think she has taken care of the child, has she? The man came back to hang out, and the child protected her and was scolded by her. If it wasn't for the human child who was willing to learn well, he might have gone wrong. Picking up rubbish, I don't know if she is black-hearted, but she just came to harm an orphan."

This sound was louder than the sarcasm just now, and the sound insulation of the old building was not very good.

The emphasis on the word "orphan" floats far away.

Ye Mian couldn't help but look at the small building to the north.

Rain and fog invaded each other, and he stood alone under the eaves, listening silently.

He is Jiang Chen...

Even if he made a mistake later, he was still a self-made ruthless character, a big man who was so powerful that even the mayor needed to give face.

Is this the kind of life he is living right now?
The wind blows into the eyes, a little astringent.

……

The sound of rain never stopped, and Jiang Chen heard brisk footsteps coming from the yard.

Slowly raising his eyes, he met the girl's complicated eyes and the little red mark at the end of her eyes.

After hiding and eavesdropping for so long, I still came in.

He thought so.

Ye Mian's long hair was curled into a bun, and she was wearing a close-fitting and elegant little skirt.All her clothes are fashionable and fashionable, enough to make her youth shine in the old neighborhood.

For this short distance, Ye Mian walked very slowly.

She raised her head abruptly, and her first words were an apology. Her voice was soft and sincere, "Jiang Chen, I'm here to apologize to you. I'm sorry, my lucky bamboo was not placed properly and it hit you."

In fact, Ye Mian was still hesitant to say, "I'm sorry for causing you to be misunderstood by your stepmother."

But it didn't seem appropriate to say that, as if she was eavesdropping on purpose.

Then, without waiting for the boy to answer.

She handed over the small basket in her hand, "This is gauze and ointment, please treat your wound, it is easy to get infected if you get in the rain."

As they got closer, Ye Mian could still smell the faint smell of blood on his body, and felt even more guilty.

Jiang Chen's gaze was deep and straight. He took the basket lightly, took out the trauma plaster inside, and squeezed the plaster on his fingertips meticulously.

Looking down at Ye Mian standing in the rain, the movements of his hands paused.

His thin lips opened slightly, and his tone was as calm as running water: "Come in and hide from the rain."

(End of this chapter)