Ah Quan scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "Yes, I've been looking for a long time, and there are no clues at all!" If you can't find it, you can only go and get the enrollment registration. ”

"It will take some time to get the enrollment registration, or I'll be busy with you looking for it?"

"Hmm."

After Ah Quan's narration and consent, Wen Jing searched for Ah Quan's room. Because they were afraid of waking Wen Ehime up, the movements of the two of them were very light.

After searching for a long time, inside and out, Wen Jing finally found the business card under Ah Quan's bedside table.

Because there is only a gap of one centimeter, you can't find it if you don't look carefully, let alone be pressed by the bedside table.

Because Wen Aiyuan fell asleep, Wen Jing was afraid of making a move, so she asked Ah Quan to get the right tools.

After Ah Quan left, Wen Jing looked at the bedside table in a daze, and a pair of beautiful eyes swept on the counter.

Ah Quan's bedside table was a little messy, charging cables, water cups, books, and other miscellaneous things were all piled up.

So she couldn't help but help clean up, but when she was packing up the book, a photo that had been plasticized fell out.

"Smack!"

A soft sound quickly attracted Wen Jing's attention, so she picked up the photo.

I saw an old man sitting on a chair in the photo, and behind him were two tall young men, but their faces were blurred, and the old man was holding a small boy in his hands.

Wen Jing immediately felt that the little boy was a little familiar, so she took the photo in her hand and looked at it.

After a while, she frowned lightly and muttered, "Isn't this Zicheng, how can Ah Quan have a picture of him?" ”

But soon Wen Jing was relieved, because Ah Quan was Wang Zicheng's martial arts teacher and coach, and his apprentice was Wang Zicheng's girlfriend, so it didn't seem strange to give him a photo, so she stuffed the photo back.

That photo was the one that Mr. Jiang asked Wang Zicheng to see on March 3.

Although Ah Quan and Wang Shuming's faces have long been blurred, Ah Quan still asked for the photo, perhaps because he wanted to leave a memory.

After Ah Quan took the photo, he didn't think about repairing the photo, but directly sealed it.

Perhaps it was destined that such a photo did not make Wen Jing doubt him.

When Ah Quan came in, he took something like an iron piece in his hand, and said softly: "It's good that I didn't throw this thing away, otherwise I really don't know what to do!" ”

That piece of iron was a discarded saw blade, and I don't know why Ah Quan left this thing behind.

But when he saw the neat desktop, he was stunned for a moment, and at the same time, a trace of fear flashed in his heart, and then a pair of eyes looked at Wen Jing a little timidly.

Seeing that the expression on Wen Jing's face was the same as usual, she took the blade in Ah Quan's hand and took out the business card from the gap.

Seeing that she didn't react, Ah Quan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: Fortunately, she didn't find out......

Although he wanted to tell Wen Jing the truth countless times, he was a little uneasy the moment he saw people, and people began to be scared when the words came to his lips.

Not to mention what kind of reaction Wen Jing had after the truth was revealed, and whether he was prepared for all kinds of thoughts.

If it weren't for the fact that he often disguised himself, I was afraid that Wen Jing would have recognized him a long time ago.

"No, give Junfeng your business card!"

Although Wen Jing is Xie Junfeng's aunt, considering that tomorrow is the weekend, she wants to take Wen Aiyuan out to have fun, so she handed the business card to Ah Quan and asked Ah Quan to handle it herself.

Ah Quan looked at his beloved woman, smiled and took the business card in his hand and answered.

In the dead of night, Ah Quan directly took the details of the business card to Xie Junfeng, and he lay on the bed and looked at the photo.

Wen Jing hugged Wen Aiyuan and fell asleep peacefully on Ah Quan's bed, which was so warm and happy.

The clock in the room was ticking, and only Ah Quan was thinking about what had happened to him.

Once upon a time, even if his mother ignored him, as long as his brother was there, he was still the heartless person.

You can do what you like, you can like the people you like.

It's just that now, things have changed, and with the death of my brother, everything has become a thing of the past.

He can only bury everything in his heart, pack up and start again, and occasionally in the dead of night, take everything out and relive it, whether it is sad and start to be happy.

So there were two tears on his face, and he didn't know whether he was sad or relieved.

After all, the two people he felt the most guilty about were still happy. And what he wants to do is going well.

So he quickly wiped away his tears, put out the light with a "snap", and went straight to sleep.

Fate turns like this, even if you think that the matter is over, it will happen unexpectedly.

With Xie Junfeng leaving, Wang Zicheng's opera practice could only stop, so he just took this opportunity to help Mrs. Lin copy the patterns with Su Min.

In the specially applied studio, they held brushes in their hands and swiped the pen and ink in their hands, and copied the patterns in detail.

Because they wore clothes with large sleeves, they had to use their sleeves to bind their sleeves, so as not to stain the paintings due to the heavy workload.

I have to say that serious people are the most beautiful, one is chic and free, the other is as cute as ever, and they are perfect in the eyes of the other party.

So the studio was filled with a sense of happiness, and the two of them were like fairy dependents, writing and painting their own chapters together.

There was a faint smile on the corner of their lips, and even if they only glanced at each other occasionally, they filled their hearts with sweetness.

It's just that when it comes to coloring, some colors are relatively rare, and Su Min hasn't debugged them, so she is a little embarrassed.

So she wiped the fine sweat on her forehead, frowned slightly, and asked the people around her: "Zicheng, are you free?" Can you help me see how this should be graded......"

When Wang Zicheng heard Su Min's question, he immediately stopped the pen in his hand and helped Su Min refer to it.

It's just that he looked at the color that needed to be mixed, and his brow furrowed slightly, which seemed to be a problem for him as well.

But looking at Su Min's expectation, he still began to deploy.

Different pigment ratios, different moisture ratios, were adjusted over and over again, and confirmed over and over again on the straw paper.

Su Min looked at the serious Wang Zicheng, and a strange feeling suddenly hit her, but she didn't feel sad, but laughed happily.

Because she knew that this was just a trance-like feeling, and at the moment of a trance, people would look at the scenery in front of them unfamiliarly.

Day after day, the two of them stepped up to copy the patterns, and Xie Junfeng also had news.

But he didn't give everyone the answer they wanted, saying that he wanted Xiao Jinghan to come back and explain.

The moment she heard Xiao Jinghan's voice, Xie Junlan burst into tears in an instant, and everyone felt bad in their hearts.

"Lan Lan, I'm sorry ......"

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