A week later, Ji Wenchang sent the bracelet, which was packed in a delicate box, and the rest of the red feather material was also brought over.

Jiang Hanyan put on the bracelet, the size was just right, not big or small, the blood-red bracelet matched her snow-like skin, it was extremely beautiful and delicate, she stretched out her hand and shook it a few times, the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became.

"Thanks!"

Jiang Hanyan didn't mention the processing fee, and she knew that Ji Wenchang wouldn't ask for it.

"If you like it, Doudou hasn't finished school yet?"

Ji Wenchang smiled faintly, his eyes glanced around, as soon as he entered the house, he was looking for Doudou, but he didn't see anyone.

"It's only three o'clock, and school hasn't ended."

Jiang Hanyan reminded him to look at the time, the afternoon class was not important, she asked Tian Xinxin to help with it, and went home early to sleep, Lu Chen didn't come back, she was at home alone.

"Senior, you also skipped class, right?" Jiang Hanyan asked jokingly.

"I'm not in good health, and the teacher takes good care of me." Ji Wenchang smiled.

But recently he feels a lot better, it's not hard to climb six or seven floors, and he should be fine in class, but he still doesn't want to go to class, he understands what the teacher says, and there is no need to sit in the classroom and waste time.

Jiang Hanyan glanced at his pale face, which was much better than when he first saw him, a little more flushed, it should be the effect of tea.

"If I have a chance in the future, I want to go to see the murder house with my seniors, but I missed it last time."

"That murderous mansion is nothing to see, fooling ordinary people, if you really want to see the murderous mansion, I can take you there." Ji Wenchang told the truth.

The murderous mansion he took the people of the association to was actually arranged by himself, and a few small phantom arrays were set up, which could scare ordinary people into urine, and he didn't dare to go to the real murderous mansion.

His body is extremely weak, and he can't bear the slightest evil spirit, how can he go to the murderous mansion to find death?

"Okay, I'll have a chance to see it later." Jiang Hanyan agreed.

"Anytime, let me know when you want to go."

Ji Wenchang smiled and got up to say goodbye.

Jiang Hanyan sent him to the door, and as soon as he closed the door, the phone rang.

Picking up the microphone, it was Jiang's father's loud voice, Jiang Hanyan couldn't help frowning, after arriving in Shanghai, she forgot about the family, and also forgot that she was a traverser, and this call reminded her again.

"Zhao Di ......"

"My name is Jiang Hanyan, not Zhao Di!" Jiang Hanyan interrupted in a cold voice, the most annoying thing is this name, recruit your ancestor!

"Hanyan, your mother is sick, the level of the hospital here in Fucheng is not good, the more it is treated, the more serious it is, why don't you go there for treatment?" Father Jiang's tone was a little anxious.

"What disease?"

"The doctor couldn't find out, it was checked from head to toe, the money was spent, nothing was wrong, the food couldn't be eaten, and the swing was hot, it was useless to hang salt water every day, and the earth cubes were also eaten, and the eggs were useless......

Jiang's father babbled and complained, scolding the doctor for being a quack, scolding the hospital for being too dark and charging so much money, and scolding Jiang's mother for being useless and not being able to cure a disease.

"How's the people doing now?" Jiang Hanyan asked.

"I can't drink the porridge, your mother is going to explain the future, I think I'll bring it over to show you."

"Let's charter a car, I'll pay for it."

Father Jiang was about to refuse, but when he heard that he didn't have to pay for it himself, he agreed very happily, "Cheng, we'll come over tomorrow, Hanyan, how are you doing in Shanghai?"

"Generally, everything is expensive in big cities, and a green onion costs a lot of money, so you should come here first."

Jiang Hanyan complained bitterly for a while, he couldn't let Jiang's father know that he was doing well, and he had to cry poor.

However, Jiang's mother's illness is really weird, it sounds like typhoid fever, but Fucheng Hospital will not fail to detect typhoid fever, so let's see it when I see someone.

When Lu Chen came back in the evening, she said this.

"Let people come." Lu Chen also has the same opinion, although Jiang's father and Jiang's mother are not dutiful parents, but after all, they gave birth to the original Jiang Hanyan, and they have to take care of it both emotionally and reasonably.

The next afternoon, Jiang Hanyan skipped class again, and Jiang's father chartered a van

, The first time he came to a bustling big city, Father Jiang only hated that he only had two eyeballs, which was not enough at all, so many beautiful women on the street, dressed up well, dressed up more beautifully, even the aunt was very fashionable, and his heart was pounding when he saw it, and he really wanted to stay here and not go back to the broken county seat of Fucheng.

Mother Jiang lay weakly, her face was sallow, her eyes were dull, and she was half dead even when she coughed a few times.

"Zhao Di seems to have made a fortune, living in such a good place, hmph, I lied to Lao Tzu on the phone that it was not good."

After arriving at the community, Jiang's father couldn't take his eyes off it, the high-rise buildings are like those on TV, and the community is surrounded by bustling streets, even if he is a bun, he knows that the houses here are not cheap.

His daughter is so rich, why does he still get up early and kill pigs greedily at night?

I definitely want to stay in the big city and enjoy the blessings.

"Zhao Di ......"

Father Jiang saw Jiang Hanyan from a distance and shouted excitedly, but he reacted fairly quickly, and immediately changed his words: "Hanyan, my memory is getting worse and worse, and when people are old, they are useless, and they can't do anything."

"I see you're very strong, and it's okay to work for another thirty years."

Jiang Hanyan said coldly, as soon as Father Jiang pouted her buttocks, she knew what kind of fart she was going to make, she must have seen that her house was in a good location, and she wanted to stay and enjoy Qingfu.

It's a beautiful idea!

Father Jiang laughed a few times, his eyes rolled dryly, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the big city was really good, and he must stay and not return to Fucheng.

Lu Chen rented a wheelchair, helped Jiang Mu in the wheelchair, and carried her upstairs.

"Xiao Jiang, when will you pay your rent this month? It's been two months in arrears, and if you don't give it, I'll move out, and my house is not for charity."

Aunt Wang came over, with a straight face, very fierce.

"Auntie, I just saved some money and was supposed to pay the rent, but my mother is sick, can you delay it for another month? I'm sure I'll pay it next month." Jiang Hanyan smiled and said good things, and lowered his voice, extremely humble.

"Your mom is sick? Really? Last month, you said that your father was terminally ill, why is your family in so much trouble?" Aunt Wang rolled her eyes and snorted with great disdain.

Father Jiang's face suddenly sank, and he said angrily, "Zhao Di, why are you talking nonsense, when did Lao Tzu get terminally ill? No wonder I was uncomfortable last month, and you cursed me for daring!"

"Don't you take medicine every day? If you don't eat for a day, you're going to die? What is not a terminal illness? I'm busy, don't mess with it!"

Jiang Hanyan rolled her eyes angrily, and said good things to Aunt Wang, yesterday she knew that Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were coming, so she was angry with Aunt Wang, and she had to let Jiang's father and Jiang's mother deeply feel how difficult it was for her to live in Shanghai.

"You're Xiao Jiang's father? It just so happened that you paid the rent for your daughter, and you were in arrears for two months, five hundred and five a month, a thousand and one in all!"

Aunt Wang stretched out her hand, her face full of philistine.