Chapter Twenty-Eight: No Book Is Written Without Coincident

Wen Jiang continued to brush down, and most of the content in the comments began to go off-topic, irrelevant to porridge, and irrelevant to the text of Shicai's Weibo support.

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"Update more, let us know that it's good to leave the scum."

"I think that after a while, Wen Jiang, Lin Xisheng and Gu Xiang will be on Weibo hot search together to praise me."

"Jiang Ye is great, don't just bask in food, bask in your face."

"Don't look back. Jiang Ye must not be used by the media to answer any questions about certain people, so as not to be scolded by some so-called passers-by and hype up their personal feelings, praise me for Jiang Ye to see. ”

"ZG good ex-sightseeing group came here for a visit. Jiang Ye hold on, don't pretend to be miserable or attack the other party like some ex, silence is good. ”

"I went to Amway's works to wash the hot reviews and hot searches, and brushed off the entries related to idle people. #"Old Man" Wen Gillian ## "Xuan Jiang Biography" Wen Jiang #"

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Wen Jiang glanced at the first entry in the comments a few times.

Any kind of action, the public's feedback will involve the marriage change, and I don't know how long it will last.

She threw away her phone and took the porcelain bowl from the kitchen cabinet to eat porridge.

The soft and sweet porridge slid into my throat, and I felt a little better.

Before the bowl of porridge was half resolved, the mobile phone she threw on the bar suddenly vibrate.

Wen Jiang moved over to answer, it was Xin Lingxi, who was busy helping her current boyfriend Xu Lai, who is also a singer, to record a new song after the tour.

Wen Jiang took the phone and pressed the hands-free, his hand still stirring the porcelain spoon.

Xin Lingxi opened his mouth and gossiped: "You are a person who does not divide grains, what kind of kitchen do you dry?" What's the situation? ”

Wen Jiang swallowed another mouthful of porridge and smiled: "The answer is very simple, idle." ”

Xin Lingxi took off the headphones that had been hanging in his ears for an afternoon, and instead dragged his mobile phone to listen to the call, ignoring the answer given by Wen Jiang and guessing on his own: "The man who said it last time got it?" It's fast enough. ”

Wen Jiang didn't admit it: "Can't it be a housekeeping aunt cooking porridge?" ”

Xin Lingxi dragged the notebook in front of him and clicked on the e-commerce online shopping page, and said to Wen Jiang: "I think it's a housekeeper, right?" Hey, I'll give you something. ”

Wen Jiang was a little wary: "What? ”

Xin Lingxi: "Daily necessities." When Xu Lai celebrates his birthday in a few days, you will send it back. ”

Wen Jiang had already guessed what the so-called daily necessities in Xin Lingxi's mouth were.

Sure enough, just over two minutes after the phone was disconnected, she received a message on her phone.

It is a lightning delivery notice sent by the store, and the text message is also accompanied by the advertising words of the product: thin, not terrible; It's scary when it's bulging. (This is the real advertising words of DLS, and I swear I'm fresh)

Wen Jiang's face, which has always been able to control himself, was a little complicated for a while.

**

In the evening, Wen Jiang had no other arrangements.

That day, when he returned to N City from Gantian's hometown to record "Apocalypse", he received a call from Lin Xisheng at the airport mentioning that his mother Cheng Jingshu wanted to meet her, and Wen Jiang still remembered.

She called Cheng Jingshu, and the two made an appointment to meet, and the location was chosen in Cheng Jingshu's secluded residence.

Cheng Jingshu is widowed and lives in a small courtyard behind the library in N City, where she works.

In the old years, Lin Xisheng was considered a concubine.

Cheng Jingshu never married Lin Chung's father, and after a period of misfire in college but no love due to a series of problems such as family status, Lin Chung married another, but Cheng Jingshu did not marry him.

Lin Xisheng only returned to the Lin family to recognize his ancestors when he was nearly an adult, and Lin Song has another son and a daughter, both of whom are younger than Lin Xisheng.

In the past few years since marrying into the Lin family, Wen Jiang has not had much contact with the Lin family, and Lin Xisheng's biological mother, Cheng Jingshu, is the closest relative of Lin Xisheng to her.

Cheng Jingshu has never been stingy in revealing his love for Wen Jiang, and when he saw her, Wen Jiang felt a little pressure.

But as an elder, Cheng Jingshu wanted to meet her, and she couldn't refuse coldly.

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Wen Jiang brought a bunch of stars to Cheng Jingshu.

After meeting, Cheng Jingshu sighed for a while, and then apologized to Wen Jiang: "Wen Wen, I'm sorry." I didn't train him well, and neither my father nor I set a good example for him emotionally. He wants a fresh start, at least if he's single. I was surprised, I didn't know that in the past few years, Xisheng has become so irresponsible. ”

Wen Jiang shook his head: "Everyone has their own ambitions, normal." ”

Hearing Jiang's understatement, Cheng Jingshu still felt that he couldn't get by: "He hasn't had a good time in the past few months, don't hate him." ”

Wen Jiang chuckled, her words were not mixed with any affection, facing Cheng Jingshu, she would not be in a hurry: "Aunt Jing, no one marries for divorce, he and I are not special, what should I hate?" Hate needs strength, I've been working a lot lately, and I don't have time to do this, so I'll think about it when I'm idle. ”

Cheng Jingshu also bent his eyebrows at her: "You are a good boy, but you have kindness to repay kindness, and revenge must be revenged, although it is my own son, but I know that I have no favoritism, it is his fault." I also know that you have a fierce temperament, and you have been independent for too long, and you have forgotten how to rely on people. But I heard that women sometimes should rely on men for their softness. We can do anything, what do we want them to do? ”

Wen Jiang smiled.

She has heard this truth more than once, but she always hopes that she is not a Lingxiao flower clinging to anyone, but a kapok tree rooted in the earth that can share the fog and neon with her partner, and share the wind and rain and thunderbolts.

But she now knew that the kapok tree might prefer birds that snuggled up to his branches and made him feel admired.

She knows where the problem is.

But her skills are not enough, and she has already made herself work hard to grow into a rugged and wearable tree, and can no longer become a feathered bird that is afraid of wind and rain.

Cheng Jingshu continued: "He delayed you, and in the future, with the word divorce, in the same situation, women are always a little disadvantaged than men." ”

Wen Jiang didn't agree, but said: "Single people don't need to be inferior to people in love, and people who have not been divorced will not be more noble than people who have been divorced." Aunt Jing, you don't have to worry about me. I've always lived a pretty open life. In the future, I will always meet a man with a broad mind who is as solid and reliable as a mountain, like a tree, or as strong as a rain or wind, and those messy and unbearable traces left by others can be erased for me as soon as he comes, so that I can start again. If I can't meet it, I won't marry anymore, and I don't have anything to fear if I live on my own. People who have nothing are afraid of being lonely and old, I have money, status, friends, self-support, outstanding appearance, and I am still growing and powerful, why should I be afraid? ”

Cheng Jingshu's eyes sparkled, she had lived alone all her life, but she was not as fearless as the young Wen Jiang in front of her.

She was afraid that she would never meet a better one than Lin Chung again, so she didn't start.

As he heard Jiang's words, the memories in Cheng Jingshu's mind kept flashing back.

She remembered that nearly three years ago, her son Lin Xisheng came to see her after finishing and said to her, "Mom, I might like someone." If I'm lucky, I'll bring her back to you in the future. ”

Cheng Jingshu told Lin Xisheng at that time: "I like it very shallowly, and it's not too late to bring me back after love." ”

Lin Xisheng said at that time: "It's not shallow, I want to marry back home." ”

When this memory came out, Cheng Jingshu quietly traced Wen Jiang's eyebrows with his eyes, only feeling regretful.

At the beginning of the story, she thought it would be a piece of desolation.

didn't expect that at the end of the story, this was a disintegration of the opposite.

It is not difficult to build a siege, but how long this city can be built, and whether it will withstand natural disasters*, neither designers nor builders dare to say forever.

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In the city at the beginning of the night, leaving the Chen family, Lu Shihan didn't go anywhere and went back to his apartment.

When he entered the elevator and pressed the number 19, Wen Jiang's transparent apartment, which was also on the 19th floor, flashed in front of his eyes.

This number is very coincidental, the first time he saw Wen Jiang was in the hospital, on a row of chairs marked with the number 19.

Lu Shihan didn't know if 19 was suing him, there was such a thing as fate.

At that time, Wen Yu, the victim of the poisoning case, was still struggling on the line of life and death, although the doctor had announced that he was powerless.

Qi Yu has also surrendered and been charged by the public security organs, and the case continues to be tried in the process.

The father used his savings for many years to seek the help of a lawyer, and the lawyer advised them to seek forgiveness from the victim's family.

The father wanted to apologize, but he felt shameless in exchange for the other party's understanding.

But this link can't be skipped, they finally went to apologize, but they didn't take Lu Shihan with them, they didn't want him to be too involved in this case when he was still young.

The parents went and were smashed out.

Lu Shihan was not surprised to hear this result, and he often went to the hospital without telling his parents. He didn't have access to the intensive care unit, and no one knew him, but he didn't feel easy.

At that time, he was wearing a school uniform that had not yet had time to be changed, and he was sitting on a row of chairs in the hospital with a pair of red and swollen eyes.

He sat for two days, and then he met a very beautiful little girl with a pale face, who sat on the other side of the row of chairs and cried.

She cried silently, her shoulders twitching. Although his eyes were red, he didn't cry, and he didn't have the strength to comfort the girl.

She cried, and Lu Shihan watched, a little at a loss.

After crying, the little girl took out a lollipop from her pocket and handed it to Lu Shihan, choked up and said, "Brother, give it to you, aren't you a man?" Be strong and stop crying. ”

The elevator was still rising, and Lu Shihan smiled.

The delicate little girl back then and the aggressive Wen Jiang now coincided in front of his eyes.

The phone dripped, and he took it out, it was Chen Xuanlu who reminded him that he had sent the schedule and process of the crew's etiquette guidance class to his personal mailbox.

Lu Shihan checked it on the spot, opened it at one point, and the name of the play was clearly revealed, and then below were the names of the leading actors who participated in the training. There were a lot of people, but he could only see one.

The Legend of Xuan Jiang

Smell the ginger

Lu Shihan originally thought that fate was a legend, but it turned out that this hypocritical thing really existed.