Jiang Wanguan has been very happy since she worked in the new hotel, and her colleagues also get along very well. Although the hotel is not as famous as Zhuo Chi, unlike in the Zhuo Chi Hotel, Erlang's legs are crossed to give orders, and he can no longer put on the arrogance of teaching people, but the work of being full of food and wine is also reassuring.

No one in the circle of colleagues knows Jiang Wanguan's past, and no one will know that she used to be the niece of the owner of Zhuochi Hotel, so everyone admires her for her blank work experience but can do a better job than anyone else.

won the favor of his boss early, which made Jiang Wanguan a little proud. Day by day, I steadily started working as a new worker, and even when I climbed the stairs, I felt like I was on the rise.

Zhuochi Hotel, auntie, was also forgotten by Jiang Wanguan step by step.

Today, Jiang Wanguan walked out of the hotel gate after work as always, and when she was about to go to the bus, a woman suddenly called "Wanguan" behind her...

Jiang Wanguan stopped and looked back disdainfully. Because you don't have to look back to know whose voice it is, the only difference is that the call has changed from arrogant to low. This made her very curious, and she wanted to look back to see what Yang Tian had become.

She turned around with a smile, and instead of calling out to the elders in front of her, she looked at her aunt with the eyes of a beggar.

Yang Tian has nothing special about ordinary clothes, she looks like a peasant woman, without the decoration of the original jewelry brocade, plus the makeup is not patient to dress up exquisitely, she is old and yellow, as if she is ten years old all of a sudden.

"Wanguan..."Yang Tian saw that Jiang Wanguan didn't speak, so he called again.

Jiang Wanguan was very polite, and sneered and said, "Hey, auntie, I haven't seen you for so long, did you go to the countryside for a walk?" Why is it so tanned that I almost don't recognize you, and I wonder how there is an old mother who picks up tattered jars who knows me? ”

Because of his request, Yang Tian lowered his head slightly, letting Jiang Wanguan be sarcastic.

Jiang Wanguan hugged her hand on her chest, "Say, why did you come to me, don't say that you met by chance." ”

"Wanguan, do you have any money?"

As soon as Yang Tian opened his mouth, he was talking about money.

It's a bit of a hot topic.

Jiang Wanguan rolled her eyes, she didn't know where her aunt got her confidence and was embarrassed to ask for money.

"My dear aunt, didn't you run away with Huo Yanfeng's money? How? Not enough to spend? Downcast? ”

Yang Tian directly took Wan Wan's hand and eagerly raised two fingers: "Wan Wan, is it good to lend me 20,000 yuan, it's just 20,000 yuan, and when my overseas investment brings back the income, we can make a comeback." ”

Jiang Wanguan stared at her aunt's begging face, she has lived next to her aunt for so many years, she has always bowed her head and reached out to ask for money, and today she finally swapped places, although Jiang Wanguan had no money, she was very satisfied and happy when she saw her aunt's begging face.

"You've been missing for so many days, so you're going to do something big? Hmph, borrow money? Why don't you just say 'take the money'? ......" Jiang Wanguan sneered and pushed Yang Tian's hand away, not saving any face.

The abandoned hand froze in the air, not moving. It's like being petrified.

Yang Tian froze his gaze, his face was very ugly as if he had been coated with a layer of white wax, and he still didn't give up after a few seconds, "It's only 20,000, I can give you back 30,000." ”

"Don't say 20,000, I don't want to give you two dollars!"

Yang Tian suddenly raised his angry eyebrows: "Wanguan, I'm your dear aunt, I raised you as a daughter since I was a child, and in the end, isn't it worth 20,000 yuan?" You did this to me! ”

"Really? So may I ask my aunt, how did you raise me from childhood to adulthood? Since I was a child, I was instilled with the idea of being rich, and I was taken to make friends with various famous families who would like to catch a golden beetle son-in-law. Did you think about my happiness when you married me to Huo Kun? You don't! Because my happiness is not as good as the interests of the Huo family at all! When the Huo family was about to fall, you ran away without saying a word, and you transferred most of the property in my name to your name, which is also for your own interests! If you have a daughter in your life, do you want to treat her like this? ”

Jiang Wanguan blurted out scolding words one after another, and saliva foamed in the air. Yang Tian was even more stunned and opened his eyes on the spot, almost unable to believe that one day his niece would scold him so aggressively.

"Wanguan, am I only for myself? Didn't I let you eat and drink spicy food and drive a luxury car with decent clothes? Am I supposed to be criticized by you for being useless? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't know where you're now! ”

Jiang Wanguan was even more upright when she heard this, and she was not weak at all, "Yes, in order to give me the capital to catch a golden beetle son-in-law for you, what are these investments!" Those fragrant and spicy and decent ones are for my food and clothing? Those things don't taste like relatives at all, it's just as disgusting as if you can't digest it and spit out the leftovers for me to eat! Over the years, when have you ever really cared about me? I'm just a money-making puppet you've packaged! If it's useful, pick it up, and if it's useless, drop it down and scavenge it a little bit! ”

Yang Tian didn't want to listen to her naked accusations anymore, so he pulled her and said impatiently: "I'm not here to quarrel with you, is that 10,000 yuan good, okay!" I know you wouldn't be so ruthless! Anyway, I raised you! ”

"You're wrong, I don't have the money, but I'm ruthless."

"How could it not be, Huo Kun has so much money in his hands. Didn't you get a cup? Yang Tian tugged at her in disbelief.

"Don't pull me, I don't want any of the Huo family's dirty money!" Jiang Wanguan was really fed up with her, and turned around to leave and ignored her.

Yang Tian's eyes suddenly rolled gloomily, as if he had thought of something, and stopped her and asked, "Wait a minute, do you have any news about Han Feiran, now the whole city is offering a bounty for his arrest, and that is also a bounty that can be earned!" ”

"Heh, you're wrong, I haven't even seen a single footprint of Han Feiran!" Jiang Wanguan's answer was as neat as sharpening iron clay.

"How is it possible, don't you love him the most and care about him the most?"

"I said no, no, no!" Jiang Wanguan shook off a sentence and walked away with her head held high in high heels, never looking back to talk to her aunt.

Jiang Wanguan no longer has anything to do with Han Feiran, today Yang Tian unexpectedly came to her ear and mentioned it, this step seemed to be guided, and she unconsciously stood in front of a familiar gatehouse.

As soon as Jiang Wanguan raised her head, the words "Feiran Law Firm" jumped clearly in her eyes. Those three-dimensional strokes are about to be removed, and when a few black and black holes are chiseled, it must be the most ugly hole.

She casually looked around and saw two or three people staggering around, looking in her direction from time to time. Judging by their rigorous attitude, maybe the police are squatting. Jiang Wanguan thought about it and left.

When she returned to the community, the doorman greeted her and smiled: "Miss Jiang, there was a beggar looking for you just now, I saw that he was sloppy, and I didn't let him in because I was worried that he would steal something." ”

Jiang Wanwan was surprised, and she didn't know what kind of beggar he was talking about, so the doorman casually pointed to the public toilet on the road and said: "When I was patrolling, I saw him curled up in the corner behind the toilet, if you know him, go and take a look, I look strange and pitiful, I should have not eaten for a few days, and even the vegetable leaves that people threw in the trash can took out to eat..."

After the doorman finished speaking, he seemed to recall the scene at that time, and made a disgusting expression.

Jiang Wanguan looked at the appearance of the doorman, she didn't want to pay attention to the beggar, she was going up the stairs, but when she stepped her feet, she instantly thought of something, turned around and walked to find the position pointed by the doorman.

Before she could walk over, the stinking smell around her was overwhelmingly pouring into her nose, and she thought, how could Han Feiran hide in such a ghost place! Jiang Wanguan had the idea of giving up, and there was a sound of rustling on the back of the corner.

"Who's there?" Jiang Wanguan asked, but no one answered.

She cautiously moved her feet, and saw that the face covered by the broken hat was covered with mud, like the face of a clay figure pinched out when making pottery and kneading clay, and the whole person was leaning against the white wall, and the black clothes were rubbed with some white crumbs.

Those eyes were slightly closed, and there was a layer of dust on his eyelashes, and as soon as he heard the slightest stir, he got up and opened his eyes, staring at Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanguan couldn't recognize the dirty face, but she recognized those eyes, and her heart was touched at once, it was really him.

"Ha, in a down-and-out situation, even the brand of 'perfume' has been changed!" Jiang Wanguan first laughed, and then covered her nose mockingly.

Han Feiran wiped his eyes and pushed some of the dirt off his face, and before he could speak, she added: "Oh, don't wipe it, this time, everyone in Changnan will recognize you." ”

"Wanguan..."He paused and called her name, and there was a gentleness in his weak voice, "I'm sorry, I was wrong before, you won't report me!" ”

"Apologize to me? I'm a little flattered! Jiang Wanguan was originally a strong voice, but in the end, her eyes seemed to be mixed with eye drops, moistening with irritation.

However, she won't pity him, and if she can't say it, she will really call the police to arrest him in person.

"Come with me." Jiang Wanguan coldly spit out four words, Han Feiran was skeptical, because she had nowhere to go, she still followed Jiang Wanwan to the community where she lived.

Along the way, he hunched his back, pretending to be an old man in the twilight posture. In fact, it doesn't matter if he pretends to be or not, few people will recognize him.

Who cares about a dirty beggar, for a dirty person, it's too late for everyone to hide.

When Jiang Wanguan took Han Feiran to pass by the stairs, she met a neighbor coming down, and the neighbor asked curiously: "Xiaoguan, how did you bring the beggar home?"

"Oh, I think this beggar is pitiful, and I think that there is some scrap copper and rotten iron in my house, so I let him move out and sell it for a living. lest he starve! After Jiang Wanguan finished speaking, she stroked her ear hair and secretly smiled contemptuously at Han Feiran.

lest he starve to death. That's a really powerful statement.

Han Feiran listened beside him, every inch of skin on his body was numb, as if countless fleas were biting his skin.

The neighbor waved his hand and said with a sneer: "What do you care about him, a lazy man with hands and feet, young and not fighting, he deserves to starve to death when he is old!" ”

Han Feiran kept bending over and didn't look up, his eyes slanted at the neighbor, and he felt a little impulsive to slap the neighbor in his heart.

But he certainly didn't have the guts.

When they entered the room, the room was filled with a foul smell that filled the air. Han Feiran himself smelled it, and he was not too embarrassed to sit on the sofa, squatting on the ground, his embarrassed appearance was angry and ridiculous.

Then two bedroom doors closed, and two pieces of clothing were thrown on the sofa, "This is my clothes, quite neutral, go change them." Anyway, you don't care about how well you dress now. After Jiang Wanguan finished speaking, she pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

After a while, the stove sounded in the kitchen, and a puff of heat came out of the bathroom. When everything was finished, the scene in front of them had a picture of what they had all experienced.

In the past, she also washed her hands and made soup for him.

Han Feiran looked at the food on the table, there were only two dishes, one was stir-fried beef with celery, and the other was eggplant with meat foam.

"Let's eat, I know you haven't had a good meal for a long time, don't be in a hurry to be moved, you will remember this meal for the rest of your life!"

Han Feiran was quite moved, but when she heard the last sentence, Jiang Wanguan added an accent in a weird way, and then she slapped the dishes and chopsticks in front of him, and the table made a sharp and unhappy collision sound, like a poisoned tiger howling.

He soon realizes that the weasel is not kind to the chickens for the New Year! didn't hold chopsticks, didn't speak, and looked at Jiang Wanguan differently.

Jiang Wanguan snorted and said, "What's the matter, so afraid that I will poison you?" ”

Han Feiran hesitantly picked up the rice bowl and took a bite of white rice, the coarse and hard white rice tasted very jerky and powdery when chewed, not like half-cooked with less water, but the moist rice after the water was directly pounced on the rice cooker, and you could hear the thin sound of rice breaking in your mouth when you chewed it.

"Isn't it hard to swallow?" Jiang Wanguan put on an abusive smile next to him.

Han Feiran didn't speak, and went to pick up the celery stir-fried beef, the celery in his mouth was very hard, and after chewing it, he couldn't chew it like a messy yarn, he could only swallow it dryly.

After eating celery, he picked out a bite of beef, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, he chewed it and vomited it on the dining table.

Jiang Wanguan laughed, "Haha, Han Feiran, you must not have tasted it, how uncomfortable it tastes when you eat beef in your mouth after it stinks!" ”

The stiff rice and the unchewable celery were all forgivable revenge, but he didn't understand where the smelly beef began.

"Why are you giving me stinky beef?" Han Feiran didn't have the confidence to be angry, so he just asked calmly.

Jiang Wanguan smiled and applauded.

That's a great question! When we first met, you mistakenly gave me the snacks you gave to Jiang Xiaomian, don't you know, the beef jerky in it has been kept by me as a treasure for more than five years! Because it stinks and has maggots, I'll give it back to you! Jiang Wanguan said that he put a chopstick of beef into his bowl and added eggplant.

"Eat more, people who almost starved to death, do they still want to be picky eaters?"

Han Feiran stared at the dish that Jiang Wanwan had sandwiched, and there was a dead green worm lying on the eggplant meat in the bowl.

The corpse is very intact green worm, fried eggplant is not like fried greens, it is a very probable thing that there are green worms in the greens, but how can a smooth and easy-to-wash eggplant be fried with a green worm.

"Jiang Wanguan, your 'dark cuisine' should take revenge enough!"

Jiang Wanwan smacked her lips and shook her head with a smile, "How can it be enough?" You know better than me that revenge on a person is to make him pity all the time, let him be miserable all the time, and that kind of refreshment and pleasure will never end. Look, tonight's dinner is like the dinner I made for you when I loved you! I didn't know how to cook that day, the celery was old, the eggplant was not peeled, and I was disgusted by you, and now I can cook, but you can't bear those delicious dishes! Now, that's all you deserve! ”

Han Feiran sat there dejected, quietly holding his breath. And under the light there were several trembling moths, and the shadows slanted his face into a monstrous monster in the night.

"Oh-" Jiang Wanguan elongated her tone, "Speaking of deliciousness, there is still a finale dish that has not been played, it is really delicious!" ”

I don't know what new tricks Jiang Wanguan has, Han Feiran looked up at her and walked towards the kitchen, and then came out with two bowls of soup, and when she was on the table, because of her heavy hands, the soup that drowned the brown petals swayed and overflowed, and the ingredients inside were immediately revealed.

Han Feiran's face darkened even more when he saw the bowl of soup.

Jiang Wanguan sat down and divided him with a soup spoon and drank the soup by himself. Seeing that Han Feiran was motionless, she put it down, "I boiled it out with pork bones, such a delicious soup, you shouldn't be sick to your stomach." ”

Han Feiran endured it for a long time, but now he finally couldn't help it, and smashed the soup bowl of the two people on the ground with a Buddha's hand, and the soup spread out in all directions, leaving the pork bones and kapok petals convex and broken to hang on the edge of the bowl.

He stood up straight like a sugar cane, "What do you mean by boiling this thing in front of me?" ”

Jiang Wanguan was not angry, leaned back on the chair and asked with a smile: "You told me clearly what it is, is it angry bones or some other condiment?"

"During the Kapok season in Changnan, as long as any restaurant takes kapok stew, Xiaomian will not go in to consume it, you are angry with her." Han Feiran almost burst into flames.

It's getting colder.

"Yo, I'm just stewing flower petals, but not Jiang Xiaomian's flesh and blood, do you need to be like this?" Jiang Wanwan looked at his black face and sneered.

"But you just don't have good intentions!"

"Hehe, how did you get to the point of ill intentions? I was poor, so I had to pick up flowers that didn't cost me money to dry the stew, and I saved a big bag to eat until the end of the winter! ”

After Jiang Wanguan finished speaking, she went to the kitchen to refill a new bowl of soup and came out, "If you don't eat it, I still have to eat it, it's better than going to the trash can to pick up rotten leaves and rotten fruits to eat!" Of course, if you are used to this kind of life, you must prefer to eat garbage rather than touch this delicious flower soup. ”

Jiang Wanwan's sarcastic words one after another seemed to press his heart to the ground and trample on the soles of her thorny feet over and over again.

"Jiang Wanguan, I just found out that your viciousness is on par with mine!"

"What if it's comparable, we can't be classified as the same kind of people, I live openly, and you're just a fugitive!"

The word "fugitive" distracted Han Feiran's gaze.

She pursed her lips and looked at him proudly: "Oh, there is one thing, you don't know that you have been hiding in Tibet all day long, Jiang Xiaomian committed suicide by taking sleeping pills."

Han Feiran's expression froze after hearing this, and he stared indifferently at the person who spoke just now, "You say it again." ”

"Can't believe it? She committed suicide because of Xiang Xiyan's death, and if you hurt Xiang Xiyan, you indirectly harmed Jiang Xiaomian, how about it, dumbfounded, retribution is very cool! Jiang Wanguan didn't change her words, and directly stimulated him with her words.

Han Feiran believed it, covered his head and sobbed quietly.

Suddenly, sirens sounded outside.

"Jiang Wanguan, I thought you wouldn't call the police, but you still called the police!"

Jiang Wanguan actually didn't know what was going on, so she stood there in a daze, and when she wanted to speak, Han Feiran had already escaped.

"Hahaha, Han Feiran, you only dared to come to me when you were down, but in the end, you still doubt me!"

……

This night, Jiang Wanwan came to Han Feiran's flower shop, opened the door and entered his room, rummaging around, and finally found the box that he ignored at the bottom of the box.

As soon as she opened the box, the thick crumbs fell onto the back of her hand.

The scarf she had knitted for him by hand.

She immediately found a pair of scissors, cut off the thread, and tore along the lines, and the scarf suddenly fell apart into a curved yarn.

The night drifted into the window, and all the tearing wool floating hairs were scattered in the bright moonlight.

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