After being quiet for half a minute, the other party really didn't intend to harass him again.

The weather outside was a bit gloomy, with a thick layer of dark clouds that seemed to be filled with lead, and the air was so cold that the moisture almost condensed into ice and froze people's bones.

Jiang Futing had just finished eating from the cafeteria when a call rang in the earphones.

Eyes swept his eyes, it was the number that had harassed him in the morning, this time there was no more, no less, it was exactly 12 o'clock, and he reserved half an hour for himself to eat lunch.

Jiang Futing pressed the connect button of the earphones.

"Now you have time, right?" Bai Tang's tone seemed to carry a little emotion about the morning's events.

"Well, what's the matter?" Jiang Futing heard the dissatisfaction in Minglang's voice, and his attitude between words inadvertently softened, and by the way, the cold and hard aura of the whole person was much more restrained.

The finger inadvertently saved the caller number and noted Bai Tang's name.

"Actually, there is something I want to ask you about." The other party's voice was a little fragmented.

Jiang Futing walked into the small garden behind the school again, and found a bench in the corner to sit down: "You say." ”

"It's your classmate Song Cheng, he hasn't been to your school recently, you should know, right?"

"Yes." Jiang Futing put his hands in his pockets, leaned on the bench and looked a little lazy, and the voice on the other end of the phone would always make his spirit unconsciously relaxed.

"That's right, Song Minghui came to ask me to go to their house yesterday to see a doctor, saying that his son has been sick for a week, and the hospital can't do anything."

"Sick?" Jiang Futing thought that he had heard it wrong, his eyes flashed, and he said uncertainly.

He always thought that it was the affairs of the Foundation during this time that caused the Song family to be too busy, and he needed to find Song Cheng to learn in advance to take over simple affairs.

"Yes, I went to see the situation yesterday afternoon, and it turned out that the unlucky kid couldn't have more ghosts on his body, all kinds of things, all kinds of messy ghosts all on him." There was a clear hint of headache in the voice.

Ghostly? The black gas turned out to be ghost gas.

Jiang Futing grasped in his words something that he could not have known in life, and felt that he had inadvertently stepped into a world that he had never known.

"And then?" He stepped on a ginkgo biloba leaf that had weathered to the point of dryness, and said as if he didn't care.

"How could a normal person be contaminated with so much messy ghostly energy! I asked Song Minghui if he had done anything, otherwise why so many lives were pestering his son, and these ghosts didn't mean to kill his son, and the matter would be over when it was resolved. As a result, he refused to say anything! ”

Through the headset, you can hear the full anger of the person on the other end of the phone, and the man's breath after he finished speaking, from the headset suddenly penetrated deeply into his cochlea, his brain was numb all of a sudden, and the roots of his ears were a little itchy.

Jiang Futing could clearly feel that his ears were a little hot in the cold air.

Before he could speak, Bai Tang over there seemed to be finished complaining, his tone softened slightly, and he returned to his usual unbounded and helpless: "I don't think your family has it."

Do you have a little bit of cooperation with the Song family, let me ask you if you know anything a little? ”

Jiang Futing pondered, Bai Tang's voice always had an indescribable magnetism, interfering with his thoughts.

Thinking about it now, he suddenly recalled the many and messy threads of cause and effect that he saw in his father.

He thought about the messy ghost qi on Song Cheng's body that Bai Tang had just said, there were some differences, but there were similarities.

But the only point of cooperation between the two of them is the Foundation, and there is no other connection in the mall.

Chen Jianan's reminder before he was taken away was like a magic spell, which appeared in his mind from time to time, and he told himself over and over again.

"Hello? Feed? If not, forget it! The person on the other end of the line thought he was unwilling, and was obviously a little impatient.

Jiang Futing squeezed the fist hidden in his pocket, and kept staring at the ground, with a little dazed and uneasy: "I haven't been involved in my father's work, I'll go back today and help you ask." ”

After hearing this, Bai Tang's tone was lighter: "Okay, then I'll trouble you!" In the future, if you ask me to catch ghosts, I will give you a discount! ”

"Yes." Jiang Futing silently responded.

There was a sudden cold sensation in his nose.

He looked up, and he didn't know when snowflakes the size of goose feathers began to fall in the air, and the white that had fallen on the branches had not been able to melt away, and was weighed down by the newly fallen snow.

It didn't take long for it to become a large area, and Jiang Futing muttered in his heart: "It's snowing." ”

"Huh? Snowing? A clear voice came from the headphones, with a little excitement that couldn't be hidden.

Jiang Futing was shocked to realize that he had spoken, opened his mouth, and was so dry that he said "ah".

Bai Tang hurriedly said, "Don't say it!" I'm going to see the snow! Don't forget to write back to me! He hung up the phone with the murmur of rummaging through the cabinets, and the clarity in his ears came to an abrupt end.

The snow continued from noon to evening, and the curtain of night quickly fell.

In the cold darkness, the neon on the side of the street, the lights in the high-rise buildings that have not had time to go out, and the dim street lamps on both sides of the road shine the vast white attached to the earth into everyone's field of vision.

Jiang Futing took a taxi out of the school gate, and after arriving at the gate of the community, he shuttled quickly through the huge community.

There are a lot of colorful lights hanging on the green plants in the residential area, and some Santa Claus eggs are hung when passing by the property building, and some pictures of festivals are pasted with spray paint.

There are also a lot of stickers to celebrate New Year's Day in Santa's stickers, which are happy to welcome Double Day, and it looks like there is no sense of disobedience.

Jiang Futing inadvertently took a few more looks, at least there was more than half a month, and these merchants were too anxious.

The moment he got into the building where he was, the cold of his body was instantly washed away by the gentle heating.

Every time I get into the warmth from the ice and snow, it is so beautiful that I feel comfortable that even my soul is nourished.

Jiang Futing had just returned home, and before he had time to shake off the snow blocks piled up on his body, Lin Jin was in a hurry as always

Rushing out of the kitchen.

A steaming cup of tea in hand.

"Come on, drink some water to warm up first, let's freeze to death outside!" Lin Jin hurriedly took off Jiang Futing's schoolbag and coat, and then took it to the bathroom to clean up, afraid that his precious son would be frozen and cold.

"It's fine." Jiang Futing clenched the warm cup with both hands, letting the warmth soak his limbs, he looked at the empty sofa habitually: "Dad hasn't come back yet?" ”

"I'll be back soon!" Lin Jin shouted in the bathroom, and after a short time, he took out a brand-new schoolbag: "Son, that coat will be sent to you for dry cleaning tomorrow!" ”

"Okay." Jiang Futing said lightly, not long after he put on his slippers.

The door was pushed open again, and although there was also heating in the corridor, the windows were open all year round, and a gust of cold wind whistled into the room again, blowing on Jiang Futing's cold cheeks.

Jiang Chao, who had just come back, was also a little trembling, and hurriedly entered the house, before he could close the door, Lin Jin packed up his things and couldn't help but shout: "Close the door quickly, it's freezing to death outside." ”

Jiang Chao held back a face and closed the door aggrieved.

Because of his driving, he didn't have much snow on his body, but he still carefully took off his coat and went to hang it in the bathroom first.

At the dinner table, Jiang Futing obviously felt that Jiang Chao's face was full of fatigue this time, the wrinkles at the end of his eyes were sunken extraordinarily, his skin was dry, and he looked a lot older.

He stared at it without a trace, and found that even the slightest black line on Jiang Chao's body was a little thicker.

"Dad, you've been busy this week?" Jiang Futing sandwiched a dish and asked without being salty or light.

As soon as Lin Jin heard Jiang Futing ask this, he couldn't help but complain when he thought of Jiang Chao's life this week: "It's not because of the matter of the charitable foundation, it's obviously a simple matter, so I have to make so much trouble to get some moths out!" ”

"What's wrong with the Foundation?" Jiang Futing swallowed the rice in his mouth, and continued to ask in a flat tone.

"Isn't your dad in charge of information docking, but most of the children's models and surgeries haven't been completed yet, so let him start preparing the announcement information and work report at the end of the project!" Lin Jin took a bite of the meat as he spoke, almost grinding it.

"What do you say your dad is going to do this kind of thing! Song Minghui's dead old man had to force him to get it! ”

The chopsticks in Jiang Futing's hand paused, and he looked at Jiang Chao exploratory, but the big stone hanging high on his father finally fell slightly, at least his father did not have any problem acting.

"Isn't it necessary to publish information and financial reports?" Jiang Futing opened his mouth lightly and asked in a corner.

Lin Jin didn't know what to think of, and almost rolled his eyes at the sky: "They plan to take the initial financial budget report and the usage report of previous years as a reference and change it, and send it out first." ”

Jiang Futing almost bit his chopsticks and raised his eyes: "Fake accounts? ”

Jiang Chao, who had been looking sad on the side, waved the chopsticks in his hand impatiently, and finally spoke: "Okay, okay, this is my business, hurry up and eat." ”

Jiang Futing refused to let go, and his cold eyes were right

Jiang Chao, who looked a little evasive: "Then will you send it?" ”

Jiang Chao has been working hard recently, and he couldn't resist his sharp eyes, and sighed: "Look, this thing is already difficult to do, I only found out in the past two days that a lot of the places to apply for relief funds this time are a little wrong, and the Song family is pressing me all day and night, and when this project is completed, I will withdraw if I can withdraw my shares." ”

"That's what you said about the project at the beginning of the year!" Lin Jin snorted dissatisfiedly when she heard his words, she had heard this more than ten times at the beginning of the year! I haven't quit yet.

Jiang Chao tightened his eyebrows, paused in the action of picking vegetables, and his words were filled with impatience: "Isn't it difficult to retreat?" If I wanted to quit, I would have quit early, and you think I'd be willing to stay there! ”

Lin Jin was about to get angry, but Jiang Futing coldly interrupted the tension between the two: "What happened at the beginning of the year?" ”

At the beginning of the year, he was busy with his final exams, and he didn't go home for half a month and lived in the school all the time.

"That's the same with the foundation, let Lao Jiang announce the end of the project in advance, fortunately, those things that rescued the children were not delayed, but if this kind of thing is found out by the audit, you can think about the consequences yourself! That's going to jail! Lin Jin didn't mean to stop, he kept counting, hoping that Jiang Chao would wake up and find a way to get out quickly.

"Alright, don't say it!" Jiang Chao put down the chopsticks in his hand heavily: "I know it in my own heart!" ”

It was the first time he had left the table before he had finished his meal.

(End of chapter)