mailing letter

Chapter 17

The weather is getting colder and the night is coming earlier than usual.

"Master, are you going home now?" Adjutant Li asked who was driving.

Zhong Chengyi hasn't eaten at Aunt Chen's place for many days because he is busy with the case. It is impossible to eat at this point, but besides going to see Aunt Chen, the person he wants to see most now is that person, but he said: " No, go to Mingyang first, I need to find him."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Zhong Chengyi got out of the car and did not knock on the door of Qi Mingyang's house, but took a detour to Lin Xinshu's house.The two sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the yard have fallen so that only leaves are left, and some remaining sweet-scented osmanthus can be seen on the ground.

Zhong Chengyi pushed the door open and went in and saw a man sitting on a bench in the yard, a tabby cat was lazily resting on Lin Xinshu's lap, and when he heard footsteps approaching, he stood up and frowned, Looking at Zhong Chengyi fiercely, he jumped down and ran away.

Zhong Chengyi looked at the tabby cat that had already run away, and felt amused in his heart, why he was so vigilant.Frowning again, he looked at Lin Xinshu who was asleep on the chair. It was really cold to sleep outside at night. . .After sighing silently, he bent down and hugged him horizontally.

Zhong Chengyi walked steadily into the room with the person in his arms, and felt how light Lin Xinshu was when he picked him up. He frowned unconsciously, carefully placed the person on the bed, took off his shoes, and pulled the person aside. The quilt is tightly covered, wrapped like a silkworm baby, so cute and tight.

Zhong Chengyi looked at Lin Xinshu's delicate and fair face, and curled his lips, feeling playful for a moment, rubbed his soft face with his fingertips, it was so soft.Feeling more than enough, he scratched Lin Xinshu's upturned nose, and accidentally touched his soft lips with his fingertips.

Lin Xinshu was a little annoyed by others, he opened his mouth and bit Zhong Chengyi's fingertips.

Zhong Chengyi was a little taken aback by Lin Xinshu's action, and felt that it was really cute, so he laughed lightly, obviously it was his own finger that was bitten, but he felt a little happy in his heart for no reason.

Seeing the person on the bed holding his fingertips like a milk cat, he felt itchy.

The fingers were wrapped in the warm and moist mouth, which made Zhong Chengyi's eyes darken, his fingertips moved uncomfortably, and touched a soft tongue inside, which was so wet that his heart trembled a little.

"Hmm..." Lin Xinshu frowned uncomfortably, and let out a cat-like moan from his mouth.

Zhong Chengyi's nerves moved behind his ears, and he gently pulled his fingers out of Lin Xinshu's mouth. His face was a little embarrassed and uncomfortable. After taking a deep look at Lin Xinshu, he walked out, his steps were a little messy, Even so, he still didn't forget to turn around and close the door.

Seeing Zhong Chengyi coming out of the yard, Lieutenant Li felt that something was wrong with the general, he seemed a little flustered, and asked in puzzlement, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

For the first time, Zhong Chengyi felt at a loss, scratched the tip of his nose, coughed uncomfortably and said, "It's nothing." Looking back at the closed courtyard gate, he said, "Go back."

"Yes, sir."

------------

The next day, Lin Xinshu woke up from the bed, his head was a little groggy, and his throat was a little dry and sore. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was tightly covered, and he was a little puzzled.

Last night, after returning from dinner at Aunt Chen's house, I was a little tired and fell asleep sitting on a bench in the yard. Later, I vaguely remembered that someone carried me in, and then. . .Lin Xinshu seemed to remember something, his ears were a little red, he got out of bed in a panic and went to wash up.

"Master, we found a suicide note from Wu Changxu's scrapped ship, which seems to be written for his son." Zhang San said.

Zhong Chengyi nodded and asked, "Did you send it back?"

"Not yet." After Zhang San finished speaking, he handed the suicide note to Zhong Chengyi.Zhong Chengyi took a general glance and there was nothing suspicious, he just explained some business matters, but Jiang Xiaofeng was not mentioned in the whole article, but this was expected, "Well, you sent someone to Let's go to their house."

"Okay, Lord." After Zhang San finished speaking, he turned his head and wanted to leave, and came back after walking a few steps and asked, "Then, will this case be closed as a suicide?"

Zhong Chengyi nodded in response.Although there are still many doubts in Wu Changxu's case, such as where did Wu Changxu buy his big cigarettes?Another example is that the letter that led to Wu Changxu's suicide was really written by Zhao Shuchen himself?Or was it replaced halfway through?But none of this could be ascertained from the limited evidence at hand. . .

"Duo, duo, duo" there was a knock on the door outside Wu's courtyard.

The Xiaosi in the courtyard opened the door, saw that it was a messenger, took the letter in his hand, he was a bit puzzled, but it was written on the envelope that it was received by Jiang Xiaofeng, so he went in and handed the letter to the old servant beside Jiang Xiaofeng.

"Madam, here is a letter." The old servant stepped forward and handed the letter to Jiang Xiaofeng.

Jiang Xiaofeng put down the embroidered piece in her hand, opened the envelope, and there was only a thin piece of paper inside. Looking at the handwriting, she knew it was written by Wu Changxu.

Jiang Xiaofeng finished reading the letter in his hand, curled his lips and said: "Go and call the elders of the clan and You En to the front hall, I have something to say."

"Okay, ma'am."

After a few hours, the front hall was full of people, and everyone was talking about it.

"What's the situation?"

"I don't know, it seems that there is something to say?"

"Hey, what do you want to say, I'm still rushing home to nurse the baby?"

"Be patient and you may not be sure..."

"Ahem." The old servant coughed lightly to signal for everyone to be quiet.Jiang Xiaofeng came in from behind, Wu Youen supported her, comforted her from time to time, Jiang Xiaofeng's eye sockets were moist and swollen, as if she had just cried.

Jiang Xiaofeng wiped the teardrops that seemed to be absent from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and said in a choked voice: "Uncles, Feng'er has something to tell everyone today, please be quiet first." He took an envelope in his hand, "I received a letter from the police station this morning, which is the suicide note left by the master, please take a look at it to verify its authenticity."

The people below couldn't wait to go forward to take the envelope and pass it around, and none of the people who read it didn't frown and bowed their heads in silence.Seeing that everyone had finished reading it, Jiang Xiaofeng said: "Since all uncles and uncles have read it, there must be no doubts."

Seeing what Jiang Xiaofeng said, the second uncle stood up dissatisfied: "I have! Why does this letter give the salt factory and the business of the salt factory to a brat? I don't agree, brother, this decision is too hasty."

Jiang Xiaofeng smiled and replied patiently: "Second Uncle, take it easy and don't be impatient. I know that You En is still young, and he is not as good at business as Second Uncle, and he has to learn more from Second Uncle, so I will trouble Second Uncle in the future. How about helping You En manage the salt factory business together?"

Seeing Jiang Xiaofeng say this, Second Uncle's expression improved a bit, although he was still dissatisfied, he didn't say anything, so he sat down.

Seeing that the people below had no objections, Jiang Xiaofeng said: "Since everyone has no problems, let's do things according to the arrangement in the master's suicide note, and I would like to ask all uncles to help you a lot in the future. Feng'er hereby thanks everyone Uncle." After speaking, he bowed deeply to the people below.

An old man stood up from the bottom and said: "Xiaofeng has said so, we uncles are not unreasonable people, and we will help with business in the future. Now that the matter is over, we will go to our own Go home."

After speaking, a group of people scattered out the door.

Seeing everyone leaving, Jiang Xiaofeng's originally delicate and wet eyes suddenly became a little fierce, and said to Wu Youen: "It's nothing, you can go to the study to study."

"Okay, mother." Wu Youen said and left.

Jiang Xiaofeng picked up the envelope on the table, looked at the words on the envelope, curled his lips, eyes darkened, tore the envelope in the next second, handed the pieces to the old servant beside him and said: "Wait a minute and burn this Don't even leave ashes behind!"

"Okay, ma'am." The old servant replied.

"Hey, Aunt Jiang is really cruel. This deceased husband burned the only suicide note left by him right after his death. Tsk tsk tsk, you really deserve to be a femme fatale." The woman walked in.

Aunt Jiang glanced at the old servant at the side, signaled that he could leave, took a sip of the tea at the side unhurriedly, and said, "Why are you here?"

The woman sat down, looked casually at her nails painted with Kodan and said, "Of course I came here to get this." After speaking, she rubbed three thin white fingers.

Looking at the people in front of him, Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't help but frowned and said: "There are so many people here, I will ask someone to deliver it to you next time."

The woman put her hands down and said, "Okay."

After a long time, Aunt Jiang asked again when she saw that the person hadn't left, "Is there anything else?"

The woman glanced at Aunt Jiang, knowing that she was a little impatient, she narrowed her eyes and said: "Although the people in the police station defined Wu Changxu's case as a suicide, I guess Zhong Chengyi didn't think so in his heart, so you Be careful, don't show any signs." The woman paused and leaned closer to Jiang Xiaofeng's ear and said in a low voice, "If something is found...we can't protect you."

Jiang Xiaofeng smiled contemptuously and said: "Perhaps he catches you first, it's not sure, after all, he should be more suspicious of you, don't you think I'm right? Miao Shanger!"

Miao Shang'er's eyes flashed fiercely, and after a while, he returned to his gentle look, and said, "That's right. But you must have died earlier than me."

"Really?" Jiang Xiaofeng ticked off and said, "But it's not necessarily true."

Miao Shang'er didn't want to argue with anyone, so he stood up and said, "Then I wish Mrs. Jiang a long life." Then he left.

----------

"Cough cough" Lin Xinshu covered his mouth and coughed.

Lying on the hospital bed, the old lady said with concern: "Xiao Shu, what's wrong? Did you catch a cold? You must have caught a cold running around the school and hospital these days. Everything is fine here, so you don't have to visit me every day. "

Lin Xinshu's face was a little pale, but he still smiled and said, "It's okay grandma, I just choked, don't worry."

The old lady didn't know that it was Lin Xinshu who was comforting herself, so she couldn't help saying unhappily: "Although your grandma and I are a little older, my eyesight is not blurred yet, you see your little face is so pale, and you still say it's okay? Hurry up and let me go home and rest." After speaking, he got up and wanted to drive Lin Xinshu out.

Seeing that the old lady was getting an infusion and wanted to get up, Lin Xinshu hurriedly put down the lunch box in her hand and said, "Grandma, don't worry, I'll go right away, you lie down." After covering the quilt, he left the ward.

As soon as Lin Xinshu walked out of the hospital, the cold wind poured down his neck, and he couldn't help shivering. He quickly gathered his clothes and walked home.

When I got home, my head seemed to be more dizzy than before, my throat was so dry and sore, and even drinking water was as uncomfortable as a scraper. I lay uncomfortably on the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

. . . . .

"Xiao Shu, get up and drink this bowl of medicine." A gentle woman was sitting beside the bed holding a medicine bowl, holding a half-grown child in her arms, coaxing softly.

"Mother, Xiaoshu doesn't want to drink the medicine, it's too bitter." The boy wrinkled his little nose while looking at the dark medicine soup in the medicine bowl.

The woman smiled softly and said: "Little Shu, you have to drink medicine when you are sick, so that you can recover quickly. Mother promised Xiaoshu that as long as Xiaoshu drinks the medicine obediently, mother will give Xiaoshu a reward. "

Hearing that there was a reward, the boy frowned and pinched his nose and drank the bowl of bitter medicinal soup quickly. Before he could feel the bitter taste, something was put into his mouth, which was hard and sweet. Is it candy?

The woman looked at Lin Xinshu and smiled, "Is Xiaoshu sweet?"

"Sweet." The boy smiled and said happily, looking at the woman in front of him.

"Then Xiaoshu, are you afraid of taking medicine next time?"

"With mother around, Xiaoshu is not afraid! But mother must always be with Xiaoshu."

The woman gently stroked the boy's head and said, "Okay. Mother will always be with Xiaoshu."

. . . . . .

The author has something to say: Sweet!I do what I say!

All the fairies are looking for collections and comments online~