The younger brother looked at Jiang Jianing and looked at the cars, "It's a car sent by the competition from the west, hurry."

Jiang Jianing: "Business is booming."

Little brother: "It's all Brother Kun's connections."

Behind the site, there are dormitories and warehouses of the logistics office.

Jiang Jianing went to the kitchen first, served meat and side dishes on a dinner plate, and took a few disposable paper cups by the way.

Lu Kun came in from outside with a cigarette, stood next to the sink on the cement platform, washed the oil on his hands with soap three times, hooked a small maza and sat down, and threw the cigarette directly on the concrete floor to extinguish it, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Jianing sat in front of him and poured him a beer.

"I can't come to you if there's nothing to do?"

Lu Kun: "No."

Jiang Jianing smiled, "Do you want to be so unkind."

Lu Kun didn't answer, he didn't drink much water all afternoon, he was very thirsty, picked up the beer glass in front of him, and drank it all in one go.

Jiang Jianing changed the pure water and touched him, "Thank you Boss Lu for taking care of me."

Lu Kun lazily raised his eyelids, and a light sneer overflowed from the corner of his mouth, obviously disdainful of Jiang Jianing's words, but he didn't open his mouth to drive her away.

Jiang Jianing asked the younger brother to cook a few packs of quick-frozen dumplings and glutinous rice balls, and the younger brothers went out first after eating, and only she and Lu Kun were left in this huge house.

Jiang Jianing had a few rice balls in front of him, which seemed to be dyed with a layer of butter under the orange light of the small sun electric heater next to him.

She was also able to take a bite of the steaming rice balls, and the black sesame filling gushed out.

The filling is sweet and fragrant.

She chewed and poked the soft glutinous rice balls with her spoon.

"The last time I went to Westside on a business trip, I saw him when I was in the training camp."

Lu Kun paused.

Jiang Jianing's gaze was not focused, "Just behind the stage, I'm sure I really saw him."

But when he rushed over, it was not him.

When she went to review the scene in her mind, she was uncertain.

She looked up, "Do you have any news of him?"

When Lu Kun poured the second glass of wine, he spilled it directly on the ground, "He's dead."

Jiang Jianing's hand suddenly knocked over the wine glass on the table, and the wine in the wine glass spilled all over the ground, "What did you say?"

Lu Kun looked at her, took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

On this snow-white A4 paper, there are several obvious black handprints.

He casually threw the paper on the table, "I asked someone from the Public Security Bureau to make a copy."

Jiang Jianing unfolded the paper.

The four words of the headline above are obvious: death certificate.

Name: Wei Ting.

Gender: Male.

In the end, the signature and fingerprint were Wei Ting's parents.

Jiang Jianing clenched his hands and slowly opened them again.

It turns out that four years have passed.

Lu Kun: "Don't say you're still holding on to hope, right?"

"I don't want to mention this to you today."

"What else can you and I talk about?" Lu Kun snorted and bit another cigarette and lit it, "Or are you looking for me for something else?" Jiang Jianing, we are not friends in the first place."

Jiang Jianing was silent.

She and Lu Kun are indeed not friends.

The acquaintance of the two is because of Wei Ting.

"He's not dead, he's not going to die."

Jiang Jianing refolded the paper and pressed it on the table, and picked up the bowl to eat the rice balls.

"If you're not dead, will you wait for him?" Lu Kun threw the plastic lighter on the coffee table.

Jiang Jianing raised his head suddenly.

Lu Kun said, "Even if he doesn't die, if he has to wait for ten or eight years to come back, can you wait? Jiang Jianing, don't be naïve, do you live with a hopeless person? Don't live your own life?

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Jiang Jianing did not answer.

She finished eating the rice balls in the bowl, took out a tissue from her bag, and handed one to Lu Kun's hand.

"Without him, I would have died."

Lu Kun said, "But without you, he would have died."

Xu is the cycle of cause and effect.

Jiang Jianing's nose was very sore, he rubbed it, raised his head and poured back the sourness overflowing from his eyes, smiled, and pinched a few peanuts and placed them in a ring on the table, "If he dies, then I won't live now."

Lu Kun's mouth opened and closed, but he didn't spit out a word.

Jiang Jianing's ring with peanuts on the table is like a Mobius ring.

Lu Kun answered a customer's call and went to take a look outside.

When he came back half an hour later, Jiang Jianing had already curled up his legs and fell asleep on the small bench.

The little sun's heater shone on half of her face, and she was warm all over.

As soon as the little brother beside him snorted, he was interrupted by Lu Kun.

"Let's get out."

Lu Kun directly pulled the person out.

Jiang Jianing had a dream.

That was the first time Xiao Jianing witnessed that car accident with her own eyes.

Right on the spot.

When people are in shock, they lose the ability to speak.

She didn't even scream, she just covered her mouth silently.

She froze in place for almost a few minutes, her head completely petrified, before she ran on her legs.

Shouted for help.

She was just a child who was only seven or eight years old, and even after her head forced herself to calm down and helped her little brother in the car call the emergency number, she still panicked.

She was lying on the ground, looking through the shattered window.

She got up from the ground, her elbows scraping and cracking on the ground, "I'm going to call someone!"

By the time she called someone, the scene of the car accident had been cordoned off to protect the scene.

She ran over and grabbed the arm of one of the policemen, "Uncle uncle! Where's that brother in there?"

The police said, "The ambulance took it away."

waited until the scene was photographed for retention, the police answered the call from the hospital, saw that the little girl was still holding her legs and waiting in place, and took her to the hospital together.

Along the way, Xiao Jianing was anxiously asking, "Will he survive?" He's going to be fine, right? I'm so ...... in time."

The policeman looked at the little girl with a worried look, "It's out of danger."

"Really?!" Her eyes lit up in an instant.

When she arrived at the hospital, Xiao Jianing didn't wait for the car to stop, and hurriedly ran to the emergency operating room, where she bumped into the teenager who was pushed out, with bandages and gauze wrapped around his forehead and chest.

The boy's eyes met hers.

She ran over and grabbed his hand, raised her hand and wiped her dirty little face like a cat, the blood that had been dried off her face was rubbed again, and she smiled, "It's great that you're okay, I'm accumulating virtue again."

Youth: "......"

The nurse on the side was very speechless, "What kind of virtue is accumulated, whose child is this?"

The boy spoke in a hoarse voice, "No."

The nurse didn't say anything more.

The emergency department is on the same floor.

In another operating ward, an unconscious teenager was pushed out, and the drip bottle flowed slowly down his veins, and his skin seemed to be transparent.

The corridor was narrow, and Xiao Jianing stopped and made way for another surgical cart.

Two identical post-operative carts, rubbed over, in opposite directions.