Chapter 22 Staying in her house temporarily

To be honest, when I came to Thailand and Dochai City, I didn’t even contact my family.

Jiang Peng has actually been escaping for these years.

He didn't dare to face them, but Jiang Peng missed them all the time.

Fallen leaves returning to their roots is a mark imprinted on the soul of every Chinese person.

Jiang Peng sat on the sofa, memories of the past appearing in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty.

It has all five flavors, but also all five flavors are mixed.

As time passed by, Jiang Peng's body was already very tired.

But the soul still refuses to sleep.

The sky turned white with a hint of fish belly and became cold.

Jiang Peng raised his heavy eyelids somewhat dullly.

"It's dawn."

After sniffing, Jiang Peng's head felt dizzy.

The consequences of a night without sleep are now showing.

Jiang Peng felt that as long as he lay down, he would fall asleep immediately.

But he couldn't sleep, he would have to take a plane soon.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Jiang Peng took out his cell phone and dialed the number.

"Hey, Wentong? Well, I'm up, let's go."

…

The sky is bright,

When Jiang Xiaohu returned to Uncle Le's grocery store again, he realized that Jiang Peng had left and returned to China.

He walked so neatly and without any hesitation.

Jiang Xiaohu was listening to what Jiang Peng told Uncle Le, and his spirit had already soared to the sky.

Jiang Yitong tilted his head,

Looking at Uncle Le who was talking to Jiang Xiaohu, Jiang Yitong was leaning next to the motorcycle and pretending to look around at the scenery.

She didn't dare let Jiang Xiaohu find out there was something wrong with her.

It was even more impossible to tell Jiang Xiaohu that he had contacted Jiang Peng.

In the morning, at Jiang Xiaohu's request, he took her home to change clothes and get her school bag.

Jiang Peng also knew his daughter very well. Although he had explained it to Jiang Yitong, he also made it clear to Uncle Le.

Uncle Le and Jiang Xiaohu talked for a long time. In less than five minutes, Jiang Xiaohu came back.

"He's gone."

Jiang Yitong asked pretending to be surprised.

"Where is your dad? Is he going to work?"

Jiang Xiaohu looked a little complicated and shook his head.

"He has gone back to his country."

"How long will it take?"

"Two or three days."

Jiang Yitong patted Jiang Xiaohu on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"It's only been two or three days. Why do you look so depressed? Didn't you have a fight with your dad yesterday? You probably don't want to see him now."

Jiang Xiaohu did not reply.

He glanced at Jiang Yitong and took the key that Uncle Le handed to him.

Jiang Xiaohu went upstairs.

Jiang Xiaohu changed his clothes, put on his schoolbag, and reappeared in front of Jiang Yitong in a very short time.

"By the way, you can stay at my house for the next two days." Jiang Yitong had already mounted the motorcycle, reached out and patted the back seat, signaling Jiang Xiaohu to come up.

"Ah? Isn't this inconvenient? I can live in my house." Jiang Xiaohu got on the motorcycle and looked at Jiang Yitong hesitantly.

"I remember that a lot of gangsters came to Chinatown two days ago.

Those people are very dangerous. If your father is not around, no one will protect you.

Besides, you can’t eat takeout every day alone, so let’s go, it’s only for two or three days anyway.”

Jiang Yitong handed Jiang Xiaohu a helmet and "bewitched" him.

Jiang Xiaohu still wanted to refuse, but the ugly face of Short Winter Melon that day appeared in his mind, and he thought of the group of yellow-haired young men who surrounded him last night.

His body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Jiang Yitong is right, it is not safe to speculate too much on the market.

And when I was in Dreamland before,

Living with Jiang Yitong, Jiang Xiaohu didn't feel the slightest discomfort and was very comfortable.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaohu bit

Biting his lip, he nodded.

Secretly he breathed a sigh of relief. What Jiang Peng had told him came to an end, and Jiang Yitong also put on his helmet.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaohu agreed and didn't waste any words.

If the secret is revealed and Jiang Xiaohu knows that he and Jiang Peng have already made an agreement, I wonder what Jiang Xiaohu will think.

It might disappear immediately without a trace.

"Let's go, I'll take you to class, and I'll pick you up when school is over in the afternoon."

Jiang Xiaohu nodded, put on his helmet, and sat firmly.

The motorcycle started and left Chinatown with bursts of roar.

…

The days just flew by, and three or four days passed quietly.

To Jiang Xiaohu's surprise, after leaving Jiang Peng and with Jiang Yitong's company, he no longer felt lonely as before.

These days, Jiang Xiaohu lives at Jiang Yitong's house.

Eat and live together.

Jiang Yitong works as a newspaper reporter. He has relatively free time and does not need to sit in an office all the time.

I also spend a lot of time with Jiang Xiaohu.

Although Jiang Yitong's cooking skills are not as good as Jiang Peng's, they are at least much better than Jiang Xiaohu, who has never cooked before.

Some simple dishes and quick meals can still be made.

So Jiang Xiaohu was not left hungry.

In the past two days, Jiang Yitong also asked Jiang Xiaohu several times about his ideals and aspirations.

The issue of ideals is too far-reaching, and Jiang Xiaohu said that he had not considered it well.

But Jiang Xiaohu told Jiang Yitong with a red face about volunteering.

Jiang Yitong was a little surprised when he wanted to apply for the directing major. He didn't expect that Jiang Xiaohu's ambition was to be a director and he wanted to make movies.

However, after careful conversation, Jiang Yitong gradually understood Jiang Xiaohu's thoughts.

Jiang Xiaohu likes watching movies very much. He watches all kinds of movies and has his own ideas and pursuits.

She likes to make up stories, and she likes the feeling of telling stories even more.

However, as a journalist, Jiang Yitong has a general understanding of the path of directing, and it is too difficult to take.

How many students apply for the directing major every year, not to mention directing after graduation.

How many people will be able to work as odd jobs on the set if they have the opportunity?

Let alone becoming a director.

But Jiang Yitong would not be stupid enough to undermine Jiang Xiaohu's self-confidence now.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Compared with the scores of several well-known film and television schools in China, Jiang Xiaohu's current grades are far behind.
To be continued...