novelkee Chapter 7 He really...missed her so much.
Chapter 7 He really...missed her so much.
Shen Xi arrived at a bustling street. The street was decorated in a very high-class style. As soon as she walked in, it was like passing through a time tunnel and entering the three streets and six alleys of Chang'an City.
The stalls and vendors, dressed in ancient attire, were hawking their wares.
Shen Xi found it novel and wandered around, losing track of time.
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"Beep beep beep, hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later..."
The little boy leaned closer to the phone, his eyes reddening as he listened to the busy tone on the line, large tears streaming down his soft, fair cheeks.
Why isn't Mom answering his calls again? Does she find him annoying?
But he only called her once today, and he hasn't seen her all day!
He really...missed her so much.
A look of disappointment and sadness flashed across Jiang Du's dark eyes. He carefully turned his head to look around, making sure no one had noticed him for a moment. Then he quietly deleted the phone number from his phone and put it back into the old butler's pocket.
The little boy's cautious demeanor was observed by Jiang Ci, who was sitting on the second floor.
Jiang Ci cracked his knuckles. He had already seen Jiang Du borrow a cell phone from the old butler of the manor, but he did not stop him.
Her eyes, so similar to the boy's, also carried an unreadable emotion.
He suddenly chuckled, "Truly worthy of being his child."
Jiang Ci thought of Shen Xi, whom he had met that day. She was both familiar and unfamiliar. He picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The voices in his ears seemed to be faint, as if he could hear the familiar words of a woman.
—Excuse me, do you know how to get to the teaching building?
He has been trapped in this sentence for half his life, unable to escape.
I dreamt of you again, once more, and again...
The man's handsome yet slightly decadent demeanor attracted a group of noble ladies, who blushed and wanted to approach him for a chat.
Just as a little girl in a pale yellow dress mustered up her courage and boldly prepared to take a step forward.
Zhou Li emerged from the shadows and sat down opposite the man.
The little girl, seeing someone, retreated in a flustered manner.
Zhou Li held up his wine cup apologetically towards the girl.
The girl blushed and turned to leave with her friend who was watching the show.
Jiang Ci glanced at the newcomer, but didn't say anything to shoo him away. He simply picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Zhou Li felt terrible seeing his brother like this. He knew that Shen Xi in Jiang Ci's house hadn't been the same Shen Xi for the past five years.
Shen Xi simply vanished, like a wandering ghost hastily departing.
Even the separation dealt Jiang Ci a heavy blow.
Alas, deep affection is short-lived!
Just as Jiang Ci was about to pick up the wine offered by the servant, Zhou Li quickly interrupted him and waved for the servant to leave.
He was furious: "You're just wasting your own life. If you don't want to live a good life, what will happen to Jiang Du? He's so young, who do you want to abandon him to?"
It's really rare to see Jiang Ci drinking like this, he doesn't get drunk, he just wants to be out of it. Back when Shen Xi abandoned her child and left without a trace, Jiang Ci searched for her desperately and frantically.
When he truly knew he couldn't find her, he would lock himself in the house, drinking and smoking indiscriminately, ignoring his children and family, and wallowing in self-destruction.
When Grandpa Jiang really couldn't stand it anymore, he had someone smash the door. The door was smashed for a long time, and when Jiang's mother opened the door, she burst into tears.
His son, who hadn't admitted his mistake even after his spine was broken, lay unconscious beside a pile of empty bottles, curled up like a baby seeking safety next to his wedding photos.
Zhou Li's reason for not letting Jiang Ci drink was simple: he couldn't drink, and even a few sips of wine could very well kill him.
Jiang Ci's body couldn't withstand any more strain.
I think I saw her today.
Suddenly, Jiang Ci blurted out those words.
Looking at his pale yet flushed face, Zhou Li couldn't tell for a moment whether he had fallen ill again.
He hesitated for a long time before finally asking, "Where is it?"
The unspoken message is simply: I don't believe it!
If that were to actually happen, Jiang Ci might go absolutely crazy!
Instead of whining and complaining here!
Jiang Ci seemed unable to convince himself either. He propped his head up weakly and glanced down at the child downstairs who was still wallowing in self-pity.
Look at his behavior.
Jiang Ci looked away and met his friend's unblinking gaze, as if he was still waiting earnestly for his answer.
He said in a flat tone, "Maybe it's really time to get his head checked."
Five years ago, Zhou Li advised him not to hide his illness from medical treatment, but to see a doctor and heal his fragile heart.
Jiang Ci didn't think there was anything wrong with him. It was just that after that period of madness, he felt that life had become bland and tasteless, as if he were living like a walking corpse, which was very boring.
Zhou Li was somewhat surprised by his words, and even wondered if he had misheard.
In the past, whenever he was asked to see a doctor, the doctor would look at him with disdain, as if to say, "You're the one who's sick." He never responded so obediently as he did today.
It even gave him a feeling of being flattered.
He coughed and straightened his tie: "That's right. Let me tell you, it's so hard to get an appointment at my brother's hospital, but out of consideration for our years of friendship, I've decided to take you there myself."
Good heavens, don't act like you're barely alive all the time. It gives him the creeps just being near you.
Jiang Ci sat at the table with his arms crossed and legs crossed, somewhat dazed, thinking about what that person looked like.
Does it look like it?
is it?
Zhou Li finished speaking but no one responded. In the past, his friends would find him annoying and ignore him without any emotion.
But who is the person on the other side who keeps going blankly and confused?
Something's not right, something's very wrong.
Hello, Uncle Zhou.
Just as Zhou Li was about to ask something, the little boy noticed that his father had already come up from upstairs.
He greeted Zhou Li politely.
"Okay, okay, you too." Zhou Li replied reflexively before he could even react.
There were simply too many children from prominent families, so this was the usual way of greeting them, and he always replied in the same way.
He turned his head and found Jiang Du standing there, arms outstretched, grinning at him: "When did you find out your dad was here?"
Look at these little figurines, they're so cute.
Jiang Du turned to look at his indifferent father: "Many of the older sisters are going upstairs."
Zhou Li laughed when he heard this, and he smiled proudly at Jiang Ci: "Look, I'm still so popular with girls, I'm just so charming!"
This is not an exaggeration by Zhou Li. Zhou Li wears white-rimmed glasses and looks very refined. He dresses very modestly, and in fact, he is a university professor. Many female students often use the opportunity of asking him questions to confess their feelings to him.
What young girl wouldn't like a man who is humble, polite, handsome, courteous, and from a good family?
At least half of those present today are watching Jiang Ci, and the other half are watching Zhou Li.
Jiang Ci, on the other hand, found it quite boring. He patted his son's soft little head, his eyes softening, and asked, "Are you bored?"