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He could only glean a tiny bit of information about the original owner's personality through his phone.
Actually, he wasn't very confident when he said that.
The atmosphere grew increasingly eerie.
Lin Cheng'an paused for a long time, as if he was thinking about his two sentences. Finally, he adjusted his glasses and said softly, "I'm sorry, I took my anger out on you."
Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan raised her eyelids and glanced at the person surnamed Lin.
"Failed to repeat a grade?"
"Hmm." Lin Chengan turned around, his back view revealing an unspeakable desolation: "It's one thing that you're doing renovations, but you can't even contact people. Today the results came out... I missed out on my dream school."
Is this blaming him?
Gu Xinglan was unsure and thought about it carefully.
It seems that when Li Taihe sent people to renovate this room, it was indeed during the most important period of Lin Chengan's exam preparation.
“Gu Xinglan, do you know? Because of you, I have to repeat a year of high school again…” Lin Chengan turned his head slightly as he carried him.
The dim, yellowish light from above poured down like a thick liquid, stretching the shadows of the glasses frames to an extremely long length.
It subtly outlines a strange arc, revealing the unpredictable mood of the person being photographed.
Failing to retake the exam seems to have been a huge blow to this person.
Now, the other person is transferring their negative emotions onto him.
Gu Xinglan rubbed her fingers together, unsure of the other person's intentions, and tentatively said, "There is more than one path in life. If this is already making you feel extremely tired and in pain, why not change direction? Perhaps you will see a different view."
The other party remained unmoved.
"Why don't you walk with me for a while?" Gu Xinglan asked jokingly.
The only helper he can currently rely on is Jiang Chuzheng, and the key is that his situation is uncertain.
Perhaps we should recruit another person.
Unexpectedly, his joking tone immediately triggered a stress response in someone.
Those eyes hidden behind the glasses suddenly shot over.
The eyes projected from within were a deep crimson, like a taipan snake poised to pounce, capable of taking a life in the blink of an eye.
Despite the disapproving gaze, Gu Xinglan did not back down.
Look the other person straight in the eye: "Sometimes, persistence is not necessarily about forging ahead; turning around at the right time is also a kind of wisdom."
Perhaps it was her occupational hazard acting up again, but Gu Xinglan just wanted to call this person who kept hitting walls back.
"You can change your mood with me for a while."
“You don’t understand anything…” Lin Cheng’an stood up straight: “I’ve given so much, how could I possibly give it up? If you were me, could you let go of victory that was so close at hand?”
Lin Chengan seems to be fixated on a particular university.
Seeing this scene inexplicably brought to mind his past life, where he sacrificed everything to get into the best psychology school in the country… I've forgotten…
His memory was hazy, but he knew that he had put in an effort that was unimaginable to ordinary people.
If his efforts go unrewarded, he will likely lose his resolve.
"Lin Cheng'an, no matter what, you're almost falling into demonic possession now." Although he didn't know the specifics of the relationship between the other party and the original owner, he could offer advice as someone who had been through it all: "You're like a spring right now. If you don't loosen it up, you won't be able to bounce back, let alone bounce any further."
"...So, work with me. In three days, I'll make sure you experience the feeling that hard work pays off."
Gu Xinglan's eyes were bright and piercing, even brighter than the light bulbs above her head.
If this were all a dream, Gu Xinglan would probably grow a pair of long, snow-white wings from her back.
The person facing these radiant wings stood for a long time, their lowered eyelashes trembling slightly, lost in thought.
"it is good……"
Lin Chengan adjusted his glasses again, his tone softening, and there was no longer any sense of pressure: "I just haven't seen you for a long time. This bottle of milk... if you're not going to drink it, remember to put it in the refrigerator. I just bought it, and it has a shelf life of three days. As for Ding Xiuying, I know her, I'll go help her."
Hearing this, Gu Xinglan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Having someone help will definitely make things more efficient.
"I'll send you three thousand now. Remember to get the receipt from the hospital for the injection."
This was one of the bargaining chips he used to bring Xu Mufeng back.
The price of one dose of benzathine penicillin varies, but the highest price is no more than one thousand yuan. Based on the timeline of Ding Xiuying's illness, it should be in the early stage now.
Early-stage syphilis is completely curable, requiring injections every few weeks.
Most people are terrified of sexually transmitted diseases and are also afraid of being judged by others, so they think that once they have one, there is no cure...
He knew these things from his encounter with a similar mental patient.
"If possible, don't look at Ms. Ding with strange eyes. She's just an ordinary person," Gu Xinglan called out to the person who was about to leave.
These words elicited the first smile from the other person since they entered: "I have a good relationship with her, and I won't discriminate against her because of this. We are all...ordinary people."
Gu Xinglan responded, and the other party hurriedly left.
With no outsiders around, the atmosphere inside the house finally eased up.
"Brother Gu, who is he?"
The person who was watching TV had unknowingly hidden in the bathroom and was only now coming out, leaning weakly against the kitchen door frame.
This reporter was clearly eavesdropping in the restroom.
The kitchen and the toilet are separated by only a thin wall.
"I also have a task for you," Gu Xinglan said with a smile.
This is no ignorant savage.
“This deal of ours is destined to lose money. Go to the nearest farmers' market and buy the freshest stuff. I'll send you the list.” He looked up at Li Jiang: “Do you know how to use a credit card?”
"Of course."
"I'll give you this card." Gu Xinglan took out the original owner's bank card: "The password is six ones."
Upon hearing this, Li Jiang almost lost control of his expression.
The strangeness hidden behind his eyes was almost overflowing, and he subconsciously asked, "You just told me that?"
"Li Jiang, I'm a loyal friend. I've already considered you my younger brother, you know?"
His tone carried the feeling that they were bound by a destiny from a previous life, and that even Guan Yu would be humbled by his presence.
This completely stunned Li Jiang, leaving him speechless.
“Brother Gu, you’re from my hometown, and you’re the kind of person who’s going to get swindled out of everything, down to your underwear.”
"Hey, here's the house key too. Remember, whatever you buy, always buy the newest things."
Finally, Gu Xinglan patted the person in front of her on the shoulder and said earnestly, "You can have hot porridge when you come back after you buy it. I still have things to do here, and I probably won't be back until tonight. If you don't have anything else to do, you can go out and have some fun."
The electric rice cooker bears the marks of time, emitting a soft hum, and the steam that slowly rises from it is the unique warmth and comfort of everyday life here.
Especially the person who cooks.
Wearing a beige apron, her wispy hair couldn't hide her eyebrows and eyes, which seemed to hold a tenderness that could drown anyone.
"Okay... I'll wait for you," Li Jiang murmured involuntarily.
He had long forgotten about asking Lin Cheng'an.
With a "bang," the door slammed shut.
The person is gone, but their breath remains.
The air was filled with someone's unique body odor.
Is it possible for two people to smell exactly the same?
Li Jiang, who was standing in the kitchen, unconsciously darkened his face and slowly turned his gaze from the floor to the direction in which the person had left.