This stepmother is a bit crazy

Returning to the guest house, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the gauze bandage on his chest.

He took off the gauze that was bleeding slightly, took out the medicine, put it on himself, and wrapped it with clean gauze.

Came out and went to the house where Jiang Linran lived.

He paused at the door for a long time, his mind filled with images of Jiang Linran walking in and out of this house in those days.

I don’t know if she has lost weight or gained weight now?
He must have lost weight, right?Traveling around for a long time, how can you not lose weight?

Wang Wen looked at the tall man in front of him, wearing a black trench coat and a stern expression, and subconsciously shrank his shoulders.

He didn't know what this person was doing with him?
He doesn't know him.

"Don't be nervous, I know you have met Xiaoran, and the things you sell are also given by her."

Done!

Wang Wen's thin legs trembled.

How does this person know?
Swallow your saliva and look around.

Although the sun was shining brightly, he felt cold all over.

He also told him not to be nervous, as he would be a ghost only if he was not nervous.

Wang Wen has countless possibilities in his mind, but there is only one thing he can be sure of, that is, he must not tell Jiang Linran.

In the past few days, he and his brother had relied on her to make money that they could not earn in a year. Even if something happened to him, as long as his brother could continue to work, his life would be pretty much the same in the future.

"I do not understand what you're saying."

Wang Wen, who had made up his mind and calmed down a little, pretended to be calm.

"If you see her again, please give this letter to her."

Zhou Zekai took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Wang Wen.

Wang Wen looked at the letter in his hand and then at him.

Although I felt weak in my heart, my mind was still spinning very fast.

You can't accept this letter. If you accept it, doesn't it mean that he knows her.

He is not stupid.

He took a few steps back and sniffed sharply.

This damn weather, it looks like a sunny day, but the wind is blowing loudly.

Blowing on his nose made him feel cool, and the mucus flowed down his nose uncontrollably.

"Sorry, I don't know you, and I don't know what you are going to say."

With that said, he turned around and ran away in large strides.

If he didn't run away, his nose would be uncontrollable.

He ran out for a few steps, no matter what the situation was, he raised his arms and used his sleeves to solve the problem.

The runny nose problem was solved, and my mind suddenly became clear. I turned to look at the man standing there.

Wondering why he didn't chase him.

After thinking about it, I couldn't figure it out. I took two steps and suddenly, an idea came to my mind. Could it be that he wanted to follow him quietly?
With this thought in my mind, my nerves that had just relaxed suddenly became tense.

He stiffened his neck and walked towards the crowded place without looking back.

Zhou Zekai put the letter back into his pocket and put it away.

Came to the house where Jiang Linran lived again.

But it didn’t come during the day, but at night.

He climbed up to the third floor smoothly, opened the half-open window for ventilation, and climbed in from there.

Following intuition, we came to the second floor.

The moment he opened Jiang Linran's room, he knew that this was the room where she had lived.

Although the room was neatly tidied, there were no unnecessary items.

The bed was also covered with a blue cloth.

But he knew that this was her room.

He could even keenly smell the remnants of her fragrance in the air.

Go in, stand in front of the bed for a while, and look at the two small decorative paintings hanging on the wall.

Go to the dresser and open the drawer.

Comb, eyebrow trimmer, nail clippers, facial cream.There is also a beautifully shaped, round small mirror.

Zhou Zekai picked up the mirror. He was sure that this was something in her space.

There are countless small white snowflakes inside the mirror shell, and there is a small wooden house. In front of the wooden house is a little girl wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and a fur hat, with a red face and a big smile.

Shake the mirror gently, and the snowflakes inside will flutter gently, and then gradually accumulate into a thick layer.

Rubbing the mirror cover, Zhou Zekai opened the wardrobe.

There were not many clothes in the closet, and it exuded a faint, vague fragrance of roses.

This was what he just smelled.

In the past, the clothes she washed for him also smelled like this.

At the beginning, he told her not to touch his clothes because of this.

But later, when every corner of the house smelled like this, he gradually fell in love with it.

For a moment.

He closed the closet, walked to the bed, and opened one of the nightstands.

Inside was a notebook with a light green cover.

He put down the mirror, sat on the edge of the bed, and picked it up.

It was empty inside, nothing.

Zhou Zekai thought for a moment, took out the letter he wrote to her, put it in his notebook, and exposed a section of it.

He stood up, took a few photos of the place where he had been sitting, and suddenly looked at the drawer that had not yet been closed.

Almost instantly, he picked up the notebook, took out the pen, brushed a few strokes on the title page, and left four words.

Xiaoran, I miss you.

Thousands of words are reduced to these four simple words.

Close the drawer and put the mirror back into place.

On the return train.

His mood was much lighter than when he arrived. Although he didn't see her, he at least figured out her whereabouts during the few days in Haishi and found her traces.

Got in touch with her indirectly.

Jiang Linran came back, saw the words he left, tore out the page, and then sent the letter intact to Zhang Dalan without reading it, asking her to send it back to him.

Zhang Dalan didn't want to see Zhou Zekai, so he gave this task to Liang Guodong.

Liang Guodong didn't want to go, but seeing everyone looking at him, he reluctantly took the letter and found Zhou Zekai.

"This is what Xiaoran sent back and asked us to return it to you."

Looking at the letter returned intact.

Zhou Zekai's mouth was full of bitterness and he had nowhere to spit it out.

"Didn't she say anything else?" Knowing that there couldn't be more than a few words, I couldn't help but ask.

"No, you just asked us to return it to you. To be honest, Zhou Zekai, in fact, I think you and her can just stay like this. After all, not everything can have a chance to be repeated."

Compared with his fault, his was much more serious.

"You mean yourself."

He didn't believe that in Zhou Zekai's dictionary, nothing was impossible.

As long as he finds the right target and the right direction.

Not for one year, not for ten years, not for ten years, not for a lifetime.

As long as she once loved him, he would be sure to get what he lost.

Even if she marries someone else in the future, he will protect her in his own way.

Liang Guodong was struck by the confidence in his tone, or maybe this was the reason why he had been crushing him for so many years.

Zhang Dalan, Zheng Hao and others all thought that if Jiang Linran didn't go back during the New Year, he would definitely go back after the Chinese New Year.

But one after another, this summer seems to be over, and there is still no sign of Jiang Linran coming back.

Suddenly, they looked at Jiang Linran, who had short hair, appeared in front of them, carrying a bag, holding an eight or nine-year-old boy with dark skin in one hand, and carrying a heavy travel bag in the other hand. Everyone opened their mouths in surprise, exclaimed, came to their senses, and gathered around them.

"Xiao Ran, you are finally willing to come back!"