This is probably the easiest and most profitable thing Jiang Sheng has ever done in his life.
It was still bright when he walked out of Xiaotong Guan, humming a little tune. The heavy bag around his waist symbolized that he didn’t need to tell stories for more than six months and could even drink fine wine and date beautiful women.
But among all the guests listening to his storytelling, only Commander Duan had the ugliest expression.
But that’s also normal. After all, what he said was not an interesting story written in a book.
No one knew that after Jiang Sheng left, Duan Yelin called Qiao Daosang and talked for a long time and then went to Jinyan Tang alone.
Jinyan Tang was in mourning today, and Chan Yi and the others were keeping vigil in the side courtyard. The entire garden was empty, with no sign of life at all.
Isn’t it strange? Obviously only one person is missing, but the whole garden seems to have lost its soul. The wind is raging here, rushing around openly.
When walking past the lotus pond, he remember Xu Hang walking barefoot in the rain here; when walking past the corridor, he remember Xu Hang feeding the fish here with his back against the colonnade; when walking past the street steps, he remember his face reflected on the water; when walking past the room, he remember that the asparagus fern by the window was planted by Xu Hang himself.
He is everywhere, in the sky and on the ground.
After four years of entanglement, Xu Hang always seemed like a bowl of freshly brewed medicine, with a faint medicinal fragrance wafting in the air, but only after drinking it could one know whether it was poison or antidote.
It was not until now that Duan Yelin realized that what he had locked up was not a cold and arrogant golden sparrow, but a cold and sharp golden hairpin.
What did he actually say to him, ‘We will be together through life and death, and we will be together forever?’
What a joke.
“Heh… haha… hahaha! Hahaha!” Duan Yelin stood on the small path in Qiyuan that was once full of peonies, squatted down, and couldn’t help laughing.
The laughter made his back arch and tremble, as if the tendons were being pulled tightly and pulled upwards again and again.
It hurts, yes, it really hurts.
The play is over, it’s time to go home. Let’s reveal what needs to be revealed.
Duan Yelin didn’t notice that Chan Yi, who was wearing hemp mourning clothes, glanced outside the gate of Qiyuan and then ran out in small steps—
The research on the special medicine went smoothly and has been put into production. It will be completed in two weeks.
Zhang Yaochen, whose death was reported in the newspaper, also went smoothly.
The newspaper was vague, saying that when the body was found, the skin was festering and a golden hairpin was stuck in the throat, which looked like s*icide but also murder. Because he died alone in Qiyan Villa, in the hot summer weather and the stuffy house, his internal organs were gnawed clean by rats.
Today, upon hearing the news of this person’s death, Xu Hang felt neither sad nor happy, as if he had just finished performing a familiar opera.
He just thought that he should go back to Hezhou today. Before leaving, the people from the medical institute enthusiastically gave Xu Hang a package of passion fruit cake, a specialty of Lincheng. Xu Hang originally thought it was difficult to carry, but then he thought that maybe Duan Yelin liked it, so he put it in the package.
The train back to Hezhou did not go directly that day. Instead, he got off at a nearby town and then rented a car to go back.
Five miles away from Hezhou, Xu Hang chose to rest in a teahouse in the post station. While drinking tea, he saw a car driving hurriedly from the other side in the distance.
It stopped right in front of Xu Hang.
A driver got out of the car and put a food box in front of Xu Hang: “Mr. Xu, these are the dumplings that Miss Gu asked me to bring to you. She made them herself.”
Xu Hang stared at the food box with a serious expression.
Why did they suddenly send a box of dumplings for no reason? And he could go back to Hezhou today, so why did they have to send it right away?
“Your Miss?”
“To be precise, your maid asked our Miss to send it here specially. She may be on the ship going abroad now. She said, You will know after you see it.”
With doubt in his mind, he opened the lunch box, took a quick look, and then closed it, lowering his head in silence for a long time. Then he said to the driver, “Thank you for your hard work. Could you please help me run a trip?”
“Just give me your orders. The Miss told me to help you with all my strength.”
Xu Hang took out a document from his arms, wrapped it in brown paper, and handed it to him: “Please stay in Lincheng for a few days. Three days later, go to Tianzhao Feng Road in Lincheng and just throw this into the green mailbox in front of house No. 430. Thank you for your hard work.”
“You’re welcome.” The driver took the thing and left quickly.
Xu Hang didn’t eat the box of dumplings. He tapped the lid of the food box again and again, as if he was carefully examining something.
This is not a meal at all, but a piece of information, because the filling of every dumpling inside is exposed.
It’s exposed, it’s exposed. Gu Fangfei and Chan Yi were reminding him that his secret was exposed in front of Duan Yelin.
This place was close to the border of Hezhou, so even if he wanted to run, it was also too late. But there was no need to run, as this day was bound to come sooner or later, it just came a little earlier than he expected.
Gu Fangfei couldn’t come out by herself, so she could only ask the driver to come to see him. She also used such an obscure way to explain that Jinyan Tang and everyone related to him in Hezhou were under control or surveillance, and the city gates of Hezhou were heavily guarded.
Now, Duan Yelin was probably waiting for him to return. Maybe… he is sending someone to arrest him.
That’s fine.
He stood up and started walking towards the city.
As luck would have it, before he got close to the gate of Hezhou, he saw a military truck coming towards him. Qiao Song and several soldiers were standing in the truck. When he saw Xu Hang from a distance, he jumped off the truck, but he didn’t dare to get too close to Xu Hang. He said, “Young Master Xu, I’m, I’m here to take you back on behalf of the Commander.”
It’s really interesting. Over the years, when has Duan Yelin not drive himself to pick Xu Hang up?
Xu Hang looked at this situation and felt a little strange. He couldn’t help laughing: “Are you picking me up or arresting me?”
“This… please get in the car.” Qiao Song understood the meaning of the words, lowered his head, and pointed towards the car.
Xu Hang had just gotten into the car and barely settled in when it began jolting along the muddy road toward Hezhou City. A wheel struck a small stone, causing a sudden bump, and the passion cake in his bag tumbled out.
His expression changed slightly, and he quickly reached out to save it, but he watched it pass through his fingers and only had time to grab the hemp rope used to wrap the brown paper bag.
The hemp rope was untied in an instant, and the passion cakes scattered out, rolling to the ground one by one as if committing s*icide, and being crushed by the wheels. The soft and glutinous cakes turned into a pile of garbage, and the sweet fillings were forced out, making them look dirty.
There is not a single one left, all is wasted.
Qiao Song was afraid that he would fall over, so he pulled him back to his original position: “Be careful! Young Master Xu, did you drop something? Do you need me to help you pick it up?”
Xu Hang looked at his empty hands and shook his head slightly: “It’s nothing, it’s not important.”
He can’t get them back, this must be God’s will.
