Jiang Zhi leaned back on the sofa: "My rules, can't you?"

"Okay, okay, you're an ancestor, you can say anything-"

The phone placed on the table vibrates.

Jiang Zhi pressed his fingers to his lips, signaling Xue Baoyi to be quiet, he answered the phone, and said 'um'.

It was Qiao Nanchu: "Peng Zhongming has arrived in the imperial capital." ”

Peng Zhongming is the only son of Peng Xian, who settled abroad with his ex-wife, after the fire in the Luo family, Peng Xianzhi was imprisoned, and Peng Zhongming has not shown up once for eight years now.

Eori asked, "Where is the hiding place?"

"I haven't found it yet," but, "just keep an eye on Luo Changde, he will definitely find the door." ”

"Gotta prepare. ”

"Prepare what?"

Jiang Zhi replied lazily: "Grab something." ”

Qiao Nanchu knew his plan, and said something else: "Zhou Xufang's matter, I found out a little. ”

Eori was originally lying casually, but now he sat up straight.

"There's a medical lab called TANK, have you ever heard of it?"

The Jiang family's main business is medical care, as long as it is the trend of the industry, whether it is at home or abroad, the Jiang family knows more or less.

TANK is a genetic laboratory, which was only exposed five years ago, and the laboratory was blown up at that time. The direction and purpose of the research have not yet been ascertained, and the reason why it will be a sensation is because the police found a research log in the bombed experiment, which clearly recorded a series of genetic research data, as for what the final result is, the relevant experts have not yet given a conclusion, but the research process violates the bottom line of biomedicine, and it can be determined that the laboratory uses people as research carriers.

Jiang Zhi was silent for a long time: "I've heard it." ”

"Zhou Xufang came out of there. Qiao Nanchu paused for a moment and continued, "Five years ago, there was an explosion in the laboratory, and three of the twenty-four tested subjects who were studied were missing, and Zhou Xufang should be one of them. ”

And, needless to say, those three are definitely the similarities and differences among the twenty-four people.

Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes fluttered slightly to reveal his emotions: "The identities of those three people can't be found?"

"It's all wiped clean, where they come from, what identity they are, their age, their gender, only their numbers, 011, 014, 017. ”

At six o'clock in the evening, it was already dark.

Zhou Xufang used to set up a night stall, and then Jiang Zhi didn't allow her to come out at night, so she changed to the afternoon, and she had to go home when it was dark.

She still had a mobile phone in her hand, and waved her hand and shouted, "Jiang Weaving." ”

The owner of the phone also subconsciously glanced back.

Damn, that license plate!

Phone owner: "How much?"

Zhou Xufang saw Jiang Weaving, and was in a good mood, originally this tempered film cost twenty, but she gave five yuan cheaper: "Fifteen." And handed the phone over.

The owner of the mobile phone took it and scanned Alipay: "Thank you." ”

Zhou Xufang: "No thanks. ”

When the guests left, she got up from the small bench and ran to Jiang Zhi, wearing a mask on her face and crooked eyes: "Are you coming to pick me up?"

"Hmm. He unbuckled his seatbelt and wanted to get out of the car.

Zhou Xufang pressed the car door, there were many people under the Bayi Bridge, Jiang Zhi was not wearing a mask, she was worried that he would be recognized: "You wait in the car, I'll go to collect the stall." ”

As soon as she turned around, Eori stopped her.

"Xu Fang. ”

She turned her head, her eyes bright, like tonight's stars: "Huh?"

Eori got out of the car, stretched out his hands and went around her back, took her into his arms, lowered his head, and his chin fell on her shoulder.

Zhou Xufang was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with you?" she raised her hand and patted him on the back, "Unhappy?"

His voice was muffled, and he buried his head in her neck: "I miss you." ”

That damn laboratory, how did it blow up, there was nowhere to seek revenge, and his heart was uncomfortable.

Also, this damn God, he doesn't have long eyes, why is Zhou Xufang.

"If you want me in the future, tell me sooner," she said obediently, and raised her head, putting on a woolen hat with a ball on her head, and brushing his neck softly, "I can go to see you." ”

Jiang Zhi let go of his hand and touched her head through the hat: "Okay." He led her to the stall, "Is business good today?"

Zhou Xufang nodded: "Mm-hmm." She smiled contentedly, "Excluding the cost, I also earned more than ninety yuan, which can buy a bucket of oversized ice cream." ”

A bucket of ice cream can make her have stars in her eyes, she is really not greedy, and she is like a child.

The park on the opposite side was lively, the square was full of music, and there were more and more people dancing. Across the street, vendors shouted under the bridge.

In the noise, an old man's voice was vicissitudes: "Do you want winter bamboo shoots?"

It was an old woman, she was carrying a basket, in the most remote corner under the bridge, a newspaper was matted, the old woman sat at one end of the newspaper, and at the other end there were two winter bamboo shoots that had not been peeled, and one that had been peeled, because the weather was cold, the peeled winter bamboo shoots were a little frozen.

The woman passing by took a look.

The old man turned one end of the winter bamboo shoots upside down and showed the bottom lines: "Three yuan a catty, very fresh." ”

The woman shook her head and walked away.

Passers-by passed by one after another, but the winter bamboo shoots in the newspaper have not been cared for.

The old man stood up and put the winter bamboo shoots back into the basket, because she was old and moved slowly, her hands were still a little shaky, and she didn't lift the basket twice before lifting it, so she squatted down and used her back to reach it.

"Mother-in-law, I want to buy winter bamboo shoots. ”

It's a girl's voice, and the timbre is clean.

The old man hurriedly put down the basket again: "Okay, good." He turned around and asked with a smile, "Little girl, how many do you want?"

Zhou Xufang asked, "How many catties are there?"

This mother-in-law came here to set up a stall before her, but the winter bamboo shoots in the back basket seemed to be restored.

"Do you want them all?"

She nodded, "Uh-huh." ”

The old man is still a rod scale, a basket of winter bamboo shoots divided into five weighing, weighing very much, the old man is old, the calculation is slow, said: "a total of 36 catties." ”

Zhou Xufang took out a hundred pieces from his bag, and a ten yuan one and handed them over.

The old man only took a hundred, then held Zhou Xufang's hand and pushed the ten yuan back to her: "Thank you, little girl." ”

She said, "No thanks." ”

Since there were no big bags, the old man found four sturdy plastic bags for her.

Zhou Xufang squatted down, helped put the bamboo shoots in the basket into the bag, and then carried them in both hands.

"Give it to me. ”

She gave the bag to Jiang Ori, said 'goodbye' to the old man, and followed Jiang Ori away.

The old man smiled and watched the two young men walk away, then bent down and picked up the empty basket on the ground, only to find that there was a ten-piece in it.