Reborn My 1993

Chapter 675 The Unexpected

Zhang Yiming sat on the bed in the room, listening to the crying from the next room gradually getting smaller and then disappearing slowly.

"Yiming, I'm leaving!"

About half an hour later, Zhang Yiming heard He Yin's voice outside the door.

Zhang Yiming did not respond.

What had to be done had already been done, and he only hoped that this would be the last time the two met.

Maybe it was because he also realized that what he had done during this period was too much, maybe it was Zhang Yiming's attitude that made He Yin feel hopeless. In short, He Yin didn't speak anymore, followed by the sound of the entrance door being closed.

Zhang Yiming lay down on the bed with a bang, staring at the ceiling.

Because of his rebirth, the pace of his life is much faster than before. Life is like a high-speed train on the rails, moving forward every minute.

Before he knew it, Zhang Yiming fell asleep.

When Zhang Yiming got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he almost tripped over something under his feet. He immediately turned on the light and saw something lying on the ground at the door, a box the size of a radio with newspapers wrapped around it and tape wrapped around the newspaper.

Zhang Yiming's heart rose in an instant.

There is no doubt that He Yin threw this thing here.

However, Zhang Yiming guessed what was wrapped in the newspaper almost immediately.

Why, why did He Yin throw things here? Does she think she hasn't caused him enough trouble?
Holding the things in his hand, Zhang Yiming even forgot to go to the toilet.

He didn't want to sleep, so he just took his things and sat on the sofa in the living room.

He was hesitating and struggling, how to deal with this thing.

He can still vividly remember the scene that happened in Jiangliu Villa that day. Where did He Yin have the guts to even carry something with him? Didn't she know that this thing might kill her?
At the same time, Zhang Yiming was also struggling with whether he should open the things in his hand.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Yiming did not believe that anyone would not be curious.

But Zhang Yiming knew that since Jiang Liu paid so much attention to this thing, there must be many unknown things involved. If he took it apart, Jiang Liu would know about it one day, and would he try to keep his mouth shut.

But even if he didn't take it apart and read it, would anyone believe that he really didn't read it?
In this entanglement, Zhang Yiming ushered in the dawn.

Zhang Yiming stood up, put his things in his backpack, then washed up and went to school.

After class in the afternoon, Zhang Yiming took a taxi directly to Dongwan again.

"Who are you?"

More than an hour later, Zhang Yiming appeared at the door of Jiangliu's villa.

Someone inside opened the door, looked at Zhang Yiming and asked.

"Zhang Yiming, I'm looking for Brother Jiang."

The person who opened the door looked Zhang Yiming up and down, maybe he felt that Zhang Yiming didn't have any gangster aura on him, so he was a little puzzled, but then he saw that although Zhang Yiming didn't have a gangster aura, the aura exuding from his body didn't look like an ordinary person, so Let Zhang Yiming wait at the door, and he went in to ask.

This is the rule, Zhang Yiming naturally did not object.

He reached out and pressed on his backpack, and took a deep breath.

"Let's go, Brother Jiang is waiting for you inside!"

It was still the person who opened the door before, but it could be seen from the other party's face that compared with just now, the other party's face was much more respectful, so it could be seen that Jiang Liu must have said something to him.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Yiming smelled a scent of tea, guzheng music poured out, the real high mountains and flowing water, jingle dong melodious.

"Jiang"

The person who brought Zhang Yiming in was about to speak when Zhang Yiming stopped him. He stood at the door and listened to Jiang Liu finish playing the song.

"What a song "Fishing Boat Sings Evening", the melody falls layer by layer, ascending first and then descending. Even the famous Guzheng masters can't play the flavor of Brother Jiang."

Zhang Yiming entered the hall while applauding.

"Do you still know guzheng?"

Jiang Liu stood up, still dressed in a white robe, as elegant as a figure walking out of a painting, he picked up the white towel next to him to wipe his hands while looking at Zhang Yiming.

"I know a thing or two. I learned the piano when I was in school. Although the instruments are different, the perception of music is the same."

Zhang Yiming passed by. In fact, after he left Jiangliu last time, he took the time to learn more about Guzheng. It is definitely not in-depth, but he did understand the top ten Guzheng songs, and he was familiar with these The melodies of the top ten famous songs can also be said to be relatively familiar.

He is a frail scholar who does not rely on force. If he wants to build a good relationship with people, he must have his own specialty. Then his specialty is making friends, and to make friends you must first make friends.

What is meant by heart-to-heart communication is to understand the other person's love and solve the other person's worries.

"rare."

Although Jiang Liu still seldom talked, but the rare two words already showed his appreciation for Zhang Yiming.

"Brother Jiang, as the saying goes, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do. I came today because I have something to tell Brother Jiang."

Zhang Yiming didn't want to waste time. For a person like Jiang Liu, no matter how much nonsense he said, Jiang Liu's judgment on things would not be shaken or shifted.

"No hurry, have dinner with me first."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Liu didn't give Zhang Yiming a chance to refuse, so he got up and walked towards the dining room. Zhang Yiming could only take his hands off his backpack and followed Jiang Liu.

The dining room of the villa is very large, three or four times larger than the kitchen of ordinary people, and there is even a mud stove in the kitchen, which seems out of place with the decoration of the villa.

"I love clay-oven stews."

Jiang Liu led Zhang Yiming to sit down, and pointed to the clay stove and said to Zhang Yiming.

"Well, cooking in a mud stove really tastes good."

Zhang Yiming didn't agree with it. Only those who have seen people in the 21st century who are fanatical about returning to basics and rural life know that mud stoves are really precious things in the city.

"have a drink."

Before the food was served, Jiang Liu opened the wine bottle. Zhang Yiming originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.

"Brother Jiang, I'll pour it myself."

"You are a guest, the guest can do as the host does."

With Jiang Liu's words, Zhang Yiming withdrew his hand that was stretched out to catch the wine bottle.

"Old Baigan."

Zhang Yiming sniffed and said.

"It turned out to be a knowledgeable person."

Jiang Liu looked at Zhang Yiming with a half-smile and said, then raised his glass and drank all the white wine in the glass.

Uh!
Zhang Yiming took a deep breath, Lao Baigan, 58°, two and a half of a cup, just do it, this
Thinking of the purpose of today's trip, Zhang Yiming gritted his teeth, and drank the wine in the glass with his eyes closed.

Gee!
A hot feeling extended from his throat all the way to his stomach, and Zhang Yiming felt as if the smell of alcohol was coming out of his nose.

Fortunately, Jiang Liu didn't continue to drink like this, and the food was served quickly. Zhang Yiming took a few mouthfuls of the food immediately, and managed to suppress the alcohol, and the burning feeling in his stomach eased a lot.

During the whole meal, Jiang Liu didn't say a word.

Zhang Yiming didn't know if Jiang Liu had a rule of not talking at the dinner table, he could only follow Jiang Liu's habit and keep his mouth shut, until he put down his chopsticks, Zhang Yiming made a sound.

(End of this chapter)