Chapter 18: Reborn 1987 Chapter Eighteen: That Day

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Protagonist:

Jiang Wenyu

"Xiao Lan, Nuan Nuan! I..."

Jiang Wenyu lowered his head again, the conflict and unease in his heart growing even more intense. His appearance just now was no different from the Jiang Wenyu of the past, seemingly once again reminding Chen Lan of Jiang Wenyu's former state of drowning his sorrows in alcohol day after day.

Thus she felt surprise, and her heart likewise felt uneasy.

But she did not want to return to those days, so she put away her surprised expression, stepped forward, and said to Jiang Wenyu in an incomparably gentle voice: "No matter what happens, I am here, but I don't want to see the old you again, so... if there's anything, just tell me, I'll stay with you."

Jiang Wenyu raised his head again and saw a beautiful and gentle face; his gaze shifted to Nuan Nuan behind Chen Lan. Xiao Nuannuan had already leaned out, the fear in her eyes completely gone.

Jiang Wenyu smiled and nodded slightly, the unease in his heart finally easing a little.

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With the confidence Chen Lan gave him, Jiang Wenyu did not work himself to death the next day.

"Tomorrow is the day." Jiang Wenyu sat on the cold ground repairing a color TV. Although he no longer worried excessively, that experience was hard to forget; he couldn't help but think of it — thinking of Chen Lan leaving home with Nuan Nuan, thinking of that large truck speeding toward them, thinking of...

He shook his head hard and took a deep breath, firmly telling himself: "That kind of thing absolutely will not happen again. Chen Lan will not leave home again. They will not be in danger. Yes, definitely not!"

He started working vigorously. In just half a day he repaired seven or eight more sets. The color TVs in the warehouse kept decreasing. The indifferent Zhou Shi occasionally came by, but never disturbed him.

Not until afternoon did Zhou Shi come here again, unexpectedly producing another box of pastries, and said: "You can go home and rest today. Come back tomorrow and basically all will be repaired. This time I really have to thank you."

Jiang Wenyu also let out a long breath, stood up, moved his sore and numb legs and feet, and smiled: "No need for politeness."

Although Zhou Shi was cold in character, his conduct was not bad at all. He nodded, looking at the pastry box: "Did you take yesterday's home?"

Jiang Wenyu smiled and nodded: "Took it back for my daughter."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shi suddenly walked out again, but returned before long, another box in hand. He handed both boxes directly to Jiang Wenyu: "Take them both back. I don't eat them anyway. How old is the child?"

"Four years old." Jiang Wenyu didn't stand on ceremony with him either.

Zhou Shi nodded seriously: "Four is good. It's exactly the age for growing. Alright, go back quickly."

After bidding farewell to Zhou Shi, Jiang Wenyu left Dianqi Cheng. These past few days, coming and going, he had become very familiar with this area. But while walking toward the residential district where his home was, he unexpectedly ran into an "old acquaintance" he did not want to meet.

"Aiya, from far away I thought you looked familiar. Stepped closer and sure enough it's you, Young Master Jiang!" Those last four words were exceptionally clear. A young man walked quickly toward him, wearing a half-smile expression. It was precisely Zhou He.

Seeing Zhou He, he paused his steps slightly but had no intention of answering. Zhou He, however, actively blocked the way and said: "Heihei, Young Master's been doing pretty well lately, huh? Even riding a bicycle now. Aiyo! This tasty stuff isn't cheap, right!"

The moment Zhou He saw those two boxes of pastries in the bicycle basket, his eyes went straight. Jiang Wenyu said coldly: "The workplace gave them."

Hearing this, Zhou He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. While talking, he opened the pastries and helped himself to a piece, eating it with absolutely no sense of being an outsider, and said at the same time: "I knew it. With your poor-scholar look, how could you afford this kind of thing? Mm, tastes good!"

Jiang Wenyu didn't want to deal with him anymore. He immediately pushed his bicycle and went around, but Zhou He refused to let up and chased after him, saying: "Aiyo, Young Master, why walk so fast? Just happened to run into you. Want to tell you something. How about it?"

He forcibly stopped Jiang Wenyu, making the latter's face turn ugly. Toward Zhou He he had not a shred of good feeling. This kid had been ungrateful back then, and now still kicked a man when he was down — a typical petty villain.

"If there's something, say it." He just wanted to send Zhou He away as fast as possible and go home as fast as possible.

"Heihei." Zhou He rubbed his palms, a treacherous smile on his face: "Lately I'm really a bit tight on cash. Young Master, could you... lend me some money?"

Jiang Wenyu heard this and immediately laughed: "You haven't got it wrong, have you? Asking me to lend money?"

Zhou He continued: "I know. Heard you've been going around fixing appliances for people lately, seems you've earned quite a bit, right?" He smiled cunningly: "Actually, my money... I've saved a portion, planning to use it for something later, can't touch it. So..."

Jiang Wenyu understood. His meaning was plain: his own money couldn't be spent, but he could spend other people's money. Those words also made Jiang Wenyu laugh. Then his expression turned stern, and he suddenly shouted: "Scram!"