when the moon whispers

Chapter 149 Thief-Take in

The fourth thief
Qiyong
The steaming moist water vapor with the smell of dumpling soup was briefly pulled out through the crack of the inlaid door. The alternating hot and cold air quickly flowed past Shao Jie's facial features that were stiffened by the cold wind, disturbing him so much that he whimpered softly. sneeze.

On the shoe rack were cotton-leather shoes that Wu Jin had not changed for three to five years. The edges of the leather shoes were a little rough. The soles had been re-stitched with non-slip soles. The quality of the hardware zippers was quite good. They were polished and even the edges were painted. The wires are still intact.

There was only a pair of cotton slippers at the door. Director Shao was probably in a hurry when he went out, and the slipper on his right foot was slightly tilted to one side.

The living room was still empty and unpopular. A window grille with the word "Fu" was posted on the glass with the curtains open. Judging from the advertising slogan on it, it was probably a New Year's gift package distributed by a certain pharmaceutical and equipment supplier in the hospital. It was picked up by Director Shao. The things that have been done are colorfully pasted on the windows, doors and walls.

Shao Jie didn't have a backpack. He stood at the door for a while with his hands hanging dullly. He took off his shoes while holding on to the entrance cabinet. He didn't have any intention of rummaging through the shoe cabinet. He stepped lightly on the floor with only his socks on, slowly. I walked around the kitchen, checked the gas valve, picked up the ballpoint pens that were scattered on the dining table, and walked leisurely to the side of the coffee table.

The countdown interview program to the Spring Festival Gala was being played on the TV at a very low volume, with bright purples and reds flashing in front of my eyes.Shao Jie sorted out the simple red envelope that was crumpled in his pocket, glanced silently at the bedroom door that seemed to be vaguely blown by the wind, and roughly pushed it open to check the bottles and cans on the coffee table.

In addition to the cold medicine specially prepared by the hospital pharmacy, the health care products that Shao Jie brought back last time were also unpacked and placed in front of him.He gently picked it up and shook it twice. Judging by the weight, it looked like he had already eaten it.

Shao Jie quietly sat on pins and needles facing the flowers on TV.He sniffed, coughed twice due to the fine cold air in the room, clicked the ballpoint pen twice, and planned to leave the red envelope and note before going out.

At this moment, the half-closed bedroom door suddenly opened. Wu Jin, wrapped in a woolen shawl, walked out the door with a tired look on his face. He suddenly stopped when he saw the figure on the sofa, surprised. He stared at Shao Jie for a long time, and the water glass in his hand also swayed absentmindedly. His eyes turned carefully, and he carelessly fell on Shao Jie's left wrist holding the ballpoint pen.

"Come back when you have time?"

Wu Jin entered the kitchen first with a glass of water, and the hoarse voice fell next to Shao Jie's ear like an ethereal and hollow voice. His tone was neither salty nor light nor warm. It lacked the brief grandeur of the last hasty meeting. He was probably ill. Because of this, I can’t even describe the slightest emotional ups and downs.

"I've been busy recently, so I came back to take a look." Shao Jie was startled at first, and he was inexplicably sensitive and suppressed, and he could hear a bit of cynicism in her almost flat words.He frowned and did not look up. The tip of the ballpoint pen scratched heavily into the paper of the red envelope. His voice was dull and he had no words to say: "I just saw Director Shao at the gate of the community going to the hospital for duty. He said you are not feeling well. I will wait for you." I won’t disturb your rest... This red envelope was sent by Han Lu, and you happened to be awake, so I don’t need to leave a special note.”

Wu Jin sat at the dining table holding a water glass, responded with a nasal voice, slowly took a sip of hot water, and said softly: "Han Lu told us before that you gave him this money and asked him to deliver it. . Otherwise, your father and I won’t accept this amount easily.”

Shao Jie was stunned and cursed Han Lu for a while in his heart. He was silent for a few seconds and felt that this matter would be known to others sooner or later. It didn't matter whether he exposed it or not. What kind of positive guidance will this semi-awkward "parent-child relationship" have on their family? He said slowly and indifferently: "It's all the same. Anyway, it's to supplement your family income during the New Year. You two are very busy all year round. ,able--"

Wu Jin sat there with his toes raised in a mean way, and said in a bullish manner: "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you would come back in time? Did your family give you this money? If you don't come back before, I won't say anything. Everyone has already We’re in Sheng’an, and you don’t even want to have a meal with me and your dad during the Chinese New Year, right?”

Shao Jie didn't say anything at first. He slightly raised his eyelids to look at Wu Jin, who was weak in illness but never forgot his aggressiveness. He wrinkled his nose and lowered his gaze. He asked softly: "In the early years when I was at home, weren't you the same?" Don’t you want to celebrate the New Year with me?”

Shao Jie has always been very proud. He comes from a privileged family. Both his parents are famous leaders in their respective industries. However, being at the top of the industry usually means that it is difficult to take care of family and career. For Shao Jie, they Not to mention a pair of considerate and responsible parents - Shao Jie didn't complain much about being forced to abandon them, but it was still difficult to understand why Shao Weian and Wu Jin, who clearly couldn't do anything, repeatedly criticized them. I really want to get from this barren relationship the respect that parents should get from other happy family relationships.

It is even reasonable to assume that Shao Jie himself is the instigator of this stalemate that has developed to this day, or in other words... he deserves it.

Shao Jie ignored Wu Jin's frown and tried to refute the criticism. He stood up and nodded while she was thinking about her words. He said "It's getting late and I have to go back to training" before turning and walking towards the door, choking on his stomach. Squatting down and putting on his shoes, he glanced at Wu Jin through the full-length mirror at the door, who pursed his lips tightly and hugged his arms and refused to get up, and smiled lightly. "Well... take a rest early, and happy Chinese New Year."

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The last bus has stopped, and the streets are so empty that there are no ghosts around during the Spring Festival Gala. The fence of the community is actually lively, with strings of firecrackers and the smell of New Year's Eve dinner, and the red lanterns at the gate are also following. Shining in the wind.

Shao Jie didn't feel the joy of family reunions with thousands of lights on. He wandered around the deserted streets with his pockets in his pocket. He was shivering in the north wind halfway. He simply cowered and fiddled with the cat behind the bus stop sign. The mobile phone is waiting for which online ride-hailing guy will be so kind as to pick up a passenger on New Year’s Eve when the New Year’s Eve dinner is approaching.

The news from Jiang Moqun was a bit unexpected and sudden.

Although he usually earns [-] to [-] yuan, he still has to deal with the rough social life. Officer Jiang probably pulled a time-honored text message congratulating the New Year from the Internet, left the signature intact, and then Then he copied and pasted the address book and sent it all over the place - even Shao Jie couldn't find out if he had successfully sneaked into it.

Shao Jie suddenly felt a little relieved as if he had been given a blow.He looked over and over at this common blessing message, raised his eyebrows and replied "Happy Chinese New Year". He guessed that Jiang Mo would most likely put it aside after sending the message, so he didn't hold the phone in his hands with trembling eyes. He looked forward to it, took a breath of hot air and was about to put the phone back into his pocket.

Jiang Mo, on the other hand, called directly and started asking: "What's the matter? Are you being criticized for the Chinese New Year?"

"Well……"

Shao Jie was still in a daze when he answered the phone. He muttered in a daze before suddenly realizing that his unconcealable emotions seemed to be too obvious in the few words he replied. He swallowed awkwardly and raked He asked: "You...how do you know?"

Before Jiang Mo had time to speak, Zhou Nanyi was on the other end of the phone happily wandering around Jiang Mo who was on the phone for a long time, and the sound of howling "Brother Jie, help me" was bombarded in the receiver of the phone in a three-dimensional way.

Shao Jie sighed deeply and lustfully, and hummed hesitantly for a long time before he finally summoned up the courage and asked softly: "Officer Jiang, can you take me in? I can pay off the debt with my labor."

"...Look at those who have some and don't have them."

Jiang Mo first stopped Zhou Nanyi from wandering around, which made her dizzy, and then picked up the cotton coat with a bang.

"Where is it? I'll pick you up."

　It is expected that depending on the recovery of the cough and the accumulation of work arrangements at home, we will gradually resume punch-in coding...temporarily every other day...

　　Friendly reminder: If the high fever ranges between 39-40 for more than three days, try to go to the hospital; if the cough is too severe and affects breathing, go to the hospital... T^T
　　
　
(End of this chapter)