Sorry, everyone, I couldn’t update these few days, as I was not feeling well.
Here is the update that you’ve been waiting for~
Lu Qingyan’s cold face froze.
Is this what Jiang Nanshu really thinks?
One day, he can actually hear something that has nothing to do with the mission.
It’s no longer a tactic of seducing him and then kicking him out.
Seeing Lu Qingyan’s peripheral vision looking at her, Jiang Nanshu tilted her head in confusion, smiling brightly: “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He retracted his gaze.
But his heart accelerated uncontrollably.
The tips of his ears were also a little hot, and his whole heart was slightly sour and swollen.
The two of them returned to the villa.
Lu Qingyan went to cook.
Because of the arrival of the two of them, the villa had a sense of homeliness.
While Lu Qingyan was busy in the kitchen, Jiang Nanshu began to investigate the information about ‘Zhou Yanxu’.
Then she found that it was still different.
The Zhou Yanxu in this world did not have her by his side.
He did not rescue many children like her in distress, as in the original world.
Instead, he opened many orphanages, invested money in pharmaceutical factories, and focused on heart disease research.
There was a lot of news about Zhou Yanxu on it.
He was the kindest and warmest businessman in Hong Kong.
He was kind and generous.
He had congenital heart disease.
He actively did charity for children in poor mountainous areas, helped poor families pay part of the medical expenses, and provided work spots for disabled people who had difficulty finding jobs in society, so that they had the most basic living security.
But he did not live long.
He was a short-lived person.
Jiang Nanshu’s fingertips slid down.
There were also a few photos of him.
But this face was so familiar to her that she knew it from the bottom of her heart.
Her memory vaguely stopped in the summer when she was fourteen.
Zhou Yanxu did business in Beijing and bought a house.
There was an old housekeeper and an old cat named Xiaoxiao in it.
Also, she and Zhou Yanxu.
That year, it rained heavily in Beijing. The crops and houses in the villages around Beijing were damaged by the flood, and there were casualties.
Jiang Nanshu saw him browsing the news with a frown on his face, and his eyes, which always smiled, were covered with a layer of sadness.
She knew that he felt sorry for the families who were displaced and broken by the flood.
He was sad, so she was unhappy too.
She looked at the continuous rain outside the window and began to blame God for his blindness and make him worried.
She hoped that there would be no rain in the future and that he would always smile.
There was really no rain in the summer of the following year.
It was sunny until the day he was burned to death.
The wind was very strong.
It fueled the fire, which continued to spread beside him.
After receiving the news, she ran back from school. She fell several times and broke her knees. Through the window, she watched him trapped in the villa, unable to get out.
Many people outside stopped her from going in. He didn’t let her in either.
The raging fire seemed like an insurmountable barrier.
He sent her the last message.
[Nan Nan, people meet and separate, and this road ends here. Don’t forget what I taught you. The world is beautiful. Keep a bit of kindness in your heart, and you will receive unexpected warmth.]
Bang—
Jiang Nanshu’s body shook violently.
The wind blew the heat wave in her face, and the glass flew and scratched her face.
The house exploded.
She broke free from everyone and tried to run inside, but was dragged away by firefighters to prevent a second explosion.
Zhou Yanxu died.
She lost her home again.
At that moment, when her tears burst out, she had another wish that could not be fulfilled.
She hoped that the summer rain when she was fourteen years old would continue to this day.
She hoped that Zhou Yanxu could live well.
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The author has something to say:
Woo, woo, my Baby Jiang.
He will definitely be happy! (I will add a story about Xu Xu and Jiang Jiang’s original world later, depending on the situation. P.S.: Maybe not.)
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Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152