After An Jian went back, Jiang Qian was thinking about the message he had just received on his phone.
This matter was a bit weird. He originally wanted to say something to Fei Qing, but he thought of her busy official business, so he finally gave up this idea.
Find time to go to my father’s rental house and take a look at it clearly.
Jiang Qian stayed in front of the hospital bed all night, paying attention to Jiang Qian's father's condition all night, and basically didn't close his eyes all night.
The next morning, at about eight o'clock, Fei Qing called him and told him that an aunt named Xu would come to the door to help prepare for the unconscious Jiang Wenjing.
The latter is now unconscious and cannot be taken care of by Jiang Qian alone.
At around nine o'clock, a middle-aged woman in her early fifties and with a gentle look appeared in the ward.
She introduced herself as Xu, and it was the aunt Fei Qing mentioned on the phone.
From a simple exchange, I learned that Aunt Xu mainly works as a nanny on weekdays, but she is also good at nursing work, so Fei Qing asked her to come and help take care of her.
Moreover, she was not what Jiang Qian thought before. It was his mother Fei Qing who invited her from a housekeeping company for money, because when Aunt Xu introduced her work background, she accidentally said Mr. Zuo.
Jiang Qian, who had a little understanding of her mother's personal life, guessed that the man named Zuo in her mouth should be the boyfriend his mother was dating now. Aunt Xu in front of her was his nanny, so she was more relieved.
Aunt Xu is very dedicated. After busy in the ward, she also carefully asked the doctor many things to pay attention to when taking care of Jiang Qian’s father.
At noon, Jiang Qian went to a restaurant outside the hospital to order food, and An Jian called.
Jiang Qian knew that An Jian would go to work after 2:30, so it was possible to call him at this time that he might come to the hospital.
When the phone was connected, An Jian's voice seemed a little anxious.
Jiang Qian, where are you now? Uncle Jiang has woken up!
Jiang Qian was stunned for a moment, and surprise immediately came to his heart.
What, my dad woke up, I'll come right away, I've already arrived at the hospital gate.
Before An Jian could finish his words, Jiang Qian couldn't wait to hang up the phone and jogged back almost quickly.
He hurriedly pushed open the ward door and walked in. At first glance, he saw Jiang Qian's father on the bed had woken up from his coma, with his eyes open.
Jiang Qian quickly put the things in his hand and walked forward quickly to call him.
But at this time, An Jian came over and grabbed him with a worried look on his face. Jiang Qian, I haven't finished what I said just now...
What did you say, my dad...is in a plant state, how is this possible?Isn't he awake?
After listening to it, Jiang Qian's face turned pale.
The attending doctor next to him said to him at this time: To be precise, the patient is in a continuous plant state, which is commonly known as coma with eyes open. In this state, the patient can open his eyes and have a sleep awakening cycle like a normal person, and has a certain degree of consciousness. The patient had severe brain trauma before the incident, which is the main reason for this state.
Jiang Qian looked blankly at Jiang Wenjing, who was open his eyes blankly and had no reaction to everything outside. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he heard the attending doctor tell him that Jiang Qian's father's continuous plant state had a chance to recover.
Jiang Qian held the attending doctor's hand tightly. Doctor, I beg you to treat my dad no matter what, please.
Please rest assured, we must do our best.
The attending doctor had met Fei Qing and knew that the beautiful woman with noble temperament was a senior executive of the Jiangcheng police force, and the patient was her ex-husband, so she spoke very politely.
After the attending doctor finished speaking, he told a nurse behind him to go over and check Jiang Wenjing's health. He wanted to hold a meeting with some experts in the hospital to discuss Jiang Wenjing's treatment and recovery plan.
Don't worry, Jiang Qian, you heard the doctor say that Uncle Jiang woke up so quickly in such a serious car accident, proving that he has a good recovery ability and he will definitely be able to recover quickly.An Jian comforted her softly.
Jiang Qian sighed lightly and said: I hope so.
After An Jian went back to work, Jiang Qian stayed in the hospital to help take care of her father for the next day.
After seven o'clock in the evening, Aunt Xu had to go back to cook, so Jiang Qian was the only one taking care of her at night.
After Jiang Wenjing woke up, his eyes were just staring ahead in a daze, without any reaction to everything outside. No matter how Jiang Qian called him or asked him questions, he basically did not react much.
Fortunately, the attending doctor told Jiang Qian that Jiang Wenjing also had a basic swallowing reflex and could eat liquid food. The situation was not yet very bad, which made Jiang Qian feel a little more at ease.
Just looking at his father, who is usually optimistic, who looks like this due to an unexpected car accident, Jiang Qian said it would be strange if he doesn't feel uncomfortable.
By around 10 o'clock in the evening, An Jian finally got off work and came to the hospital to visit Jiang Qian's father again. Jiang Wenjing had just fallen asleep when she arrived.
Not long after, Aunt Xu also finished her work. She knew that Jiang Qian had basically not closed her eyes since last night, so she asked him to go back and rest first. Tonight she took turns to take care of Jiang Wenjing, so Jiang Qian and An Jian went back first.
When he got into the taxi, Jiang Qian suddenly remembered something and slapped his head.
Oh no, I forgot one thing.
What's the matter?An Jian asked strangely.
Jiang Qian whispered: That box...
An Jian immediately remembered that they received the voice message from Jiang Qian's father from Jiang Qian's WeChat last night in the hospital ward.
She took out her cell phone and looked at it, and said, "Uncle Jiang wants you to get the box before twelve o'clock, it's almost eleven o'clock."
Jiang Qian nodded, I see... I'll take you back to your place to live first, I'll just go and get it myself.
An Jian asked him: Where is the uncle’s house rented?
On the other side of Beihua Road.
When An Jian heard this, he said: It doesn’t seem too far away, let me go with you.
There is a remote place there, and it’s still late. Do you really want to go?
Jiang Qian mainly felt a little sorry for her that the company and the hospital took turns running all day. Now that she is so late, she has to go with her. She has done enough and does not need to persist so much.
An Jian just smiled slightly and leaned his head gently against his shoulder.
I have seen your mother many times since I became your girlfriend, but your father has not seen him once. The first time I saw him was in such a situation, I feel a little guilty, so I want to go with you.
Jiang Qian felt warm in her heart, held her soft hand tightly, and smiled at her: OK.
Master, turn to Beihua East Road.
Alas, it's so damn.
The taxi driver responded, and the car then turned to the other direction.
More than half an hour later, the car stopped beside a dim road.
Jiang Qian paid the money and took An Jian out of the car.
Does Uncle Jiang live in such an old place?An Jian was a little surprised.
The trees on the roadside were swaying and the lights were dim. An Jian's feet were a manhole cover that emitted a stinky smell. Although she was wearing a pair of shallow flat shoes today, she still carefully walked around from the side and did not dare to step on it.
While holding her hand, Jiang Qian said to her: I had advised my dad to rent a house in a better environment, but he said that it was closer to the suburbs of the city, and it was more convenient for him to draw and sketch, and the rent was cheaper. I advised him several times and he refused, so he had to let him go.
An Jian thought that Jiang Qian's father chose the house he rented in an old town with low rent but poor environmental sanitation because he did not have a stable job.
But after hearing Jiang Qian say this, she felt relieved.
Jiang Wenjing’s rental house is in a very old community, on the eighth floor, and the highest floor around it is on the eighth floor.
Without an elevator, Jiang Qian and An Jian could only walk up step by step.
The house that Jiang Wenjing rented is not big, with a living room and a room, about forty or fifty square meters, and the inside and the outside are very old.
After entering the door, Jiang Qian turned on the dim lights and An Jian saw that the house was filled with all kinds of debris, but there were more various paintings in these debris.
An Jian squatted down curiously, picked up a watercolor oil painting closest to her at her feet, looked at it for a while, and said in surprise.
Are these paintings painted by my uncle?
Jiang Qian replied casually: Yes, they are all.
The painting is actually very good. I think...even if you can't compare to those real painters, you still have professional standards. Even if you apply for an art teacher, I think that this level is absolutely fine.An Jian said with some admiration.
An Jian's parents are both professors from prestigious universities, and her deceased grandfather is also a scholar. She was born in a scholarly family since childhood, and painting happened to be one of her hobbies. Although her level is not as good as a professional level, she has the ability to appreciate.
After watching for a while, she saw that Jiang Wenjing's attainments in oil painting were quite good.
Jiang Qian just sighed after hearing this, "Oh, what's the use of professionalism? My mother just wanted to introduce my father to a high school art teacher. He came back after a day. The reason was that he was too unfree, which made my mother angry...
In order to introduce him to that job, my mother pulled her face down and walked through the back door for the first time, but the result was...
When An Jian heard this, he also had no choice but to put down the painting in his hand. Everyone has their own ambitions, and his uncle doesn't like it, so he can't force it.
Yes, where is the box that uncle mentioned?
I said it was under the bed, so I looked for it.
While speaking, Jiang Qian had already walked into Jiang Wenjing's room.
He bent down, looked under the bed, and immediately said: Sure enough, there is a safe.
An Jian hurriedly walked in, but the room was very messy and there were mountains of debris. An Jian walked carefully to Jiang Qian, who dragged out a square safe from under the bed.
The safe is not big, but it is very heavy because it is metal.
There is really a safe. So, that voice message was sent by my uncle. What should I do now?An Jian asked.
Jiang Qian pondered for a moment and decided to say: He said there was a box inside and sank it to the bottom of the river. So, let's open it first to see if it's right.
The safe has a password, but Jiang Qian remembers that the password is his parents' wedding anniversary, so she tried it.
With a click, the safe opened.
Opened.An Jian said softly.
Jiang Qian nodded and then gently opened the box.
The safe is a long black square box. The box looks like it is made of some kind of wood, and it is also a bit heavy. Its seal is a bit strange and has no keyholes. It seems to be just put together up and down, and the body of the box is tied with only a thin red rope.
He took the wooden box in his hand and looked at it. Jiang Qian couldn't see anything after looking at it for a long time.
He frowned tightly.
My dad is hiding such a box under his bed. What exactly is he doing? And he wants me to sink it into the river?
An Jian on the side also couldn't figure out the reason.
Jiang Qian looked through it for a while and couldn't see anything. Seeing that it was getting late, he put away the box and prepared to leave.
Jiang Qian, look, it’s a portrait of your mother… An Jian next to him suddenly patted his arm.
It turned out that while Jiang Qian was looking through the box, An Jian accidentally saw a framed painting in the old bedside table beside Jiang Qian’s father’s bed, which was painted by Jiang Qian’s mother Fei Qing.
Jiang Qian came over and took a look, said, "This painting seems to be painted on their tenth wedding anniversary. It has been more than ten years since then, and my father has been collecting it."
The painting is so beautiful, and your mother smiles very well.An Jian sincerely praised him.
An Jian carefully put Fei Qing's portrait back into its original place, and the two then left the rental house.
Under the dim street lights, the two stood side by side waiting for the taxi.
An Jian suddenly asked in a low voice: Jiang Qian, do you think your mother can make up with him after he gets done?
Jiang Qian was still thinking about the box. When he heard this, he just shook his head subconsciously and said: It's impossible.
Why?An Jian looked at him in surprise. I think my uncle should still love your mother deeply. You see, her paintings are always placed by the bedside. After the uncle had something happened, your mother also let go of the matter in her hand and rushed to the hospital?I think there is still feelings between them.
Jiang Qian came to his senses and couldn't help but sigh and said: I also hope that my parents can make up again and not get divorced, but... even if my father is in good health, it is absolutely impossible.
Although my uncle doesn’t have any stable job yet, Aunt Qing is not a person who dislikes the poor and loves the rich. Although they have been separated for a long time, they have not yet completed a divorce, so there is still hope. Why are you so sure?
When Jiang Qian heard this, she had to smile bitterly, "Let me tell you the truth. In fact, before my mother separated from my father, she had already dated a new boyfriend, but because she did not divorce my father, the relationship between the two has not been made public on the surface."
This was the first time An Jian heard him say this, and his face was a little surprised.
But she thought about it again that Jiang Qian's mother was only eighteen years old when she gave birth to Jiang Qian. She is only in her thirties now and is still a senior manager of the Jiangcheng police force. Although she acts like a decisive person, she is so beautiful, it would be strange if there are no suitors in secret.
Moreover, with Fei Qing's outstanding conditions, the boyfriend she dates must be much better than Jiang Qian's father in all aspects.
Hearing this, An Jian still asked in a low voice: Does Uncle Jiang really have no chance?
Difficult... Jiang Qian shook his head and sighed.
He whispered to An Jian: My mother's relationship with her boyfriend is better than when I was a child and my dad. Several times on the evening, I saw the man driving my mom back on the balcony. When I parted, my mom hugged him and kissed him goodbye.
An Jian bit his lip and said softly: It's just a kiss, there are lovers in dating, and uncle may not have no chance, right?
Hearing her say this, Jiang Qian paused and had to say: My dad really has no chance. At that time, my dad had just moved out and had not found a house. He could only live in a friend's house for the time being.That night, my phone ran out of battery and borrowed it to use it. But I found a condom in her handbag...
An Jian's lips moved and said: Aunt Qing is an adult, so it is normal for her to have such things in her bag, and...
I know, you mean that maybe this was something she used when she was with my dad before, but a few days later, my dad rented a house. One night I went to help with moving things, and because it was too late, I told my mom that he didn't go back. When I went back the next morning...
Jiang Qian suddenly leaned into her ear, lowered his voice and said in a low voice: Before I went back to my room, I passed my mother's bedroom, and saw that her quilt was not folded. I probably left in the middle of the night when I encountered an emergency case. I was about to help her fold the quilt, but accidentally found two condoms in the trash can next to my mother's bedroom, and they had already been used.
I was with my dad all night, and you can tell who was sleeping with my mom that night.Moreover, before they separated, my mother had been sleeping frequently. I think she should have spent the night at her boyfriend's house at that time.
An Jian's face turned red suddenly. To put it, uncle really has no chance.
She bit her lip, remembered something, and said in a low voice: Aunt Qing won’t talk about having a boyfriend for now. She hasn’t divorced her uncle yet, and she just has sex with someone.... Wouldn’t that be a cheating in marriage?
Jiang Qian replied helplessly: Actually, my mother hasn't been home for quite some time in the past two months. She has almost half-lived with her boyfriend. She is just waiting to go through the divorce procedures with my father, and she may marry her boyfriend.It was just because my dad suddenly had a car accident that he couldn't divorce this marriage for the time being.
I won't talk about this for now.
Jiang Qian picked up the black square box and looked at it left and right, and said: What exactly is it in this box?It won't be...my dad hides some secrets from my mom, right?
But when I think about it, I feel it is unlikely, and there is no need.
When An Jian saw that he seemed to be planning to dismantle the tied red rope, he said in embarrassment: Jiang Qian, the message from Uncle that he could not open it...
But don’t you think that message is strange? My dad was clearly in a coma last night, so why could he send me such a voice message? I always feel that there is something key hidden in this box.
An Jian was a little hesitant. It was strange, but this was my uncle's thing after all. Without his consent, you can't open it and see it casually.
Just one glance, I just glanced at it.
Jiang Qian earnestly promised: And you see, it’s already twelve o’clock now, and it’s too late to throw the box into the river. I promise you that I will just take a look.
While speaking, Jiang Qian had untied the red rope tied to the box and then carefully opened the box.
He uh.
A painting?
The box was filled with a rolled painting, and Jiang Qian carefully unfolded the painting.
An Jian came over curiously, who is this?
This is an oil painting that has been slightly faded. It is a woman who looks about thirty years old. Although she is not as good as Fei Qing and An Jian, she is very beautiful, but there is no expression on her face.
Jiang Qian never dreamed that there was such a painting hidden in the box. The joke just now seemed to be telling him that his father was indeed hiding some secret in it.
He shook his head, with the same doubt, I don't know that the handwriting looks very much like my father's drawing, but I have never seen this woman before, nor have I heard from my father mention it...
As he said that, Jiang Qian suddenly stopped his voice and the expression on his face gradually became frozen.
He suddenly saw in a terrifying manner that the beautiful woman with expressionless faces in the painting had a pair of eyes that were originally looking forward, and from some unknown time he had become staring at him.
Her eyes were very strange, with chill and indescribable weirdness.
A cold chill came out of Jiang Qian's back for no reason.
An Jian beside him was still looking at it curiously, and Jiang Qian suddenly quickly rolled up the picture and put it back on the box.
An Jian opened his eyes wide and asked strangely: What's wrong?
The woman in the painting just now seemed to be staring at me.
An Jian looked at him strangely, "No Ah, I've been watching it all the time, Jiang Qian, are you too tired these two days?"
Maybe I was dazzled.Jiang Qian shook his head, forget it, this painting will not be kept. I don’t know who it is anyway. I will throw it into the river as my father said later.
All right.
Twelve to twenty-one.
Jiang Qian threw it hard, and the box in his hand was thrown far toward the river.
With a thud of water, the box with a stone tied to it quickly sank.
Jiang Qian and An Jian walked back with their hands.
It's so late, why don't you go to my house tonight and go to work tomorrow and you can get up early.Jiang Qian said to her with some expectations.
An Jian glanced at him, his face turned slightly red, and he nodded slightly.
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The alarm clock on the bedside table was already pointing to 1:05 a.m.
Jiang Qian and An Jian's lips were tightly pressed against each other and kissed each other.
His hands wrapped around An Jian's back and gently unbuttoned the back of her bra.
An Jian's face was blushed by Jiang Qian's hot gaze, but his eyes were filled with deep love.
Fei Qing didn't come back tonight, probably staying at her boyfriend's house and no one disturbed them having sex.
Jiang Qian supported her hands on both sides of An Jian's face, slowly thrusting on her body, one after another.
His kiss fell on An Jian's fair cheeks and neck from time to time.
An Jian couldn't help but hug his neck and moaned softly as he moved rhythmically.
After a long time, this happy love finally ended.
Jiang Qian and An Jian smiled sweetly at each other, then hugged each other and fell asleep.
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Jiang Qian was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night.
He opened his eyes in a daze and suddenly found a white figure standing by his bed standing aside his bed, covering his face.
An unprecedented coldness spread throughout the body.
ghost!
A female ghost!
A thought flashed through Jiang Qian's mind and he woke up instantly.
He thought of getting up in horror and found that his whole body was as heavy as if it was filled with lead.
The female ghost suddenly lowered her head and leaned into Jiang Qian's face, and a strange laugh appeared in her ears.
Jiang Qian struggled desperately, but his body couldn't even move a finger.
She slowly used the pale and bloodless hand to push away the scattered hair, and a bloodless corner of her eyes appeared in front of her.
This face is the beautiful face he saw in the painting, but now it is so terrifying.
There was no expression on her face, she just stood by the bed and looked at him.
His eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.
Jiang Qian's scalp was completely numb, and his blood seemed to have solidified into his head, and his whole body felt chills.
He struggled desperately, trying to shout, but to no avail.
I don't know how long it took, but he vaguely heard someone calling him.
Esaa, Esaa...
Jiang Qian opened her eyes suddenly.
A warm hand pressed on his forehead and said with concern: Jiang Qian, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?
Jiang Qian turned his head and found An Jian shaking his body, his face full of worry.
Only then did I realize that it was already dawn.
It turned out to be just a dream.
Jiang Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he realize that his face and body were covered with cold sweat.
This matter was a bit weird. He originally wanted to say something to Fei Qing, but he thought of her busy official business, so he finally gave up this idea.
Find time to go to my father’s rental house and take a look at it clearly.
Jiang Qian stayed in front of the hospital bed all night, paying attention to Jiang Qian's father's condition all night, and basically didn't close his eyes all night.
The next morning, at about eight o'clock, Fei Qing called him and told him that an aunt named Xu would come to the door to help prepare for the unconscious Jiang Wenjing.
The latter is now unconscious and cannot be taken care of by Jiang Qian alone.
At around nine o'clock, a middle-aged woman in her early fifties and with a gentle look appeared in the ward.
She introduced herself as Xu, and it was the aunt Fei Qing mentioned on the phone.
From a simple exchange, I learned that Aunt Xu mainly works as a nanny on weekdays, but she is also good at nursing work, so Fei Qing asked her to come and help take care of her.
Moreover, she was not what Jiang Qian thought before. It was his mother Fei Qing who invited her from a housekeeping company for money, because when Aunt Xu introduced her work background, she accidentally said Mr. Zuo.
Jiang Qian, who had a little understanding of her mother's personal life, guessed that the man named Zuo in her mouth should be the boyfriend his mother was dating now. Aunt Xu in front of her was his nanny, so she was more relieved.
Aunt Xu is very dedicated. After busy in the ward, she also carefully asked the doctor many things to pay attention to when taking care of Jiang Qian’s father.
At noon, Jiang Qian went to a restaurant outside the hospital to order food, and An Jian called.
Jiang Qian knew that An Jian would go to work after 2:30, so it was possible to call him at this time that he might come to the hospital.
When the phone was connected, An Jian's voice seemed a little anxious.
Jiang Qian, where are you now? Uncle Jiang has woken up!
Jiang Qian was stunned for a moment, and surprise immediately came to his heart.
What, my dad woke up, I'll come right away, I've already arrived at the hospital gate.
Before An Jian could finish his words, Jiang Qian couldn't wait to hang up the phone and jogged back almost quickly.
He hurriedly pushed open the ward door and walked in. At first glance, he saw Jiang Qian's father on the bed had woken up from his coma, with his eyes open.
Jiang Qian quickly put the things in his hand and walked forward quickly to call him.
But at this time, An Jian came over and grabbed him with a worried look on his face. Jiang Qian, I haven't finished what I said just now...
What did you say, my dad...is in a plant state, how is this possible?Isn't he awake?
After listening to it, Jiang Qian's face turned pale.
The attending doctor next to him said to him at this time: To be precise, the patient is in a continuous plant state, which is commonly known as coma with eyes open. In this state, the patient can open his eyes and have a sleep awakening cycle like a normal person, and has a certain degree of consciousness. The patient had severe brain trauma before the incident, which is the main reason for this state.
Jiang Qian looked blankly at Jiang Wenjing, who was open his eyes blankly and had no reaction to everything outside. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he heard the attending doctor tell him that Jiang Qian's father's continuous plant state had a chance to recover.
Jiang Qian held the attending doctor's hand tightly. Doctor, I beg you to treat my dad no matter what, please.
Please rest assured, we must do our best.
The attending doctor had met Fei Qing and knew that the beautiful woman with noble temperament was a senior executive of the Jiangcheng police force, and the patient was her ex-husband, so she spoke very politely.
After the attending doctor finished speaking, he told a nurse behind him to go over and check Jiang Wenjing's health. He wanted to hold a meeting with some experts in the hospital to discuss Jiang Wenjing's treatment and recovery plan.
Don't worry, Jiang Qian, you heard the doctor say that Uncle Jiang woke up so quickly in such a serious car accident, proving that he has a good recovery ability and he will definitely be able to recover quickly.An Jian comforted her softly.
Jiang Qian sighed lightly and said: I hope so.
After An Jian went back to work, Jiang Qian stayed in the hospital to help take care of her father for the next day.
After seven o'clock in the evening, Aunt Xu had to go back to cook, so Jiang Qian was the only one taking care of her at night.
After Jiang Wenjing woke up, his eyes were just staring ahead in a daze, without any reaction to everything outside. No matter how Jiang Qian called him or asked him questions, he basically did not react much.
Fortunately, the attending doctor told Jiang Qian that Jiang Wenjing also had a basic swallowing reflex and could eat liquid food. The situation was not yet very bad, which made Jiang Qian feel a little more at ease.
Just looking at his father, who is usually optimistic, who looks like this due to an unexpected car accident, Jiang Qian said it would be strange if he doesn't feel uncomfortable.
By around 10 o'clock in the evening, An Jian finally got off work and came to the hospital to visit Jiang Qian's father again. Jiang Wenjing had just fallen asleep when she arrived.
Not long after, Aunt Xu also finished her work. She knew that Jiang Qian had basically not closed her eyes since last night, so she asked him to go back and rest first. Tonight she took turns to take care of Jiang Wenjing, so Jiang Qian and An Jian went back first.
When he got into the taxi, Jiang Qian suddenly remembered something and slapped his head.
Oh no, I forgot one thing.
What's the matter?An Jian asked strangely.
Jiang Qian whispered: That box...
An Jian immediately remembered that they received the voice message from Jiang Qian's father from Jiang Qian's WeChat last night in the hospital ward.
She took out her cell phone and looked at it, and said, "Uncle Jiang wants you to get the box before twelve o'clock, it's almost eleven o'clock."
Jiang Qian nodded, I see... I'll take you back to your place to live first, I'll just go and get it myself.
An Jian asked him: Where is the uncle’s house rented?
On the other side of Beihua Road.
When An Jian heard this, he said: It doesn’t seem too far away, let me go with you.
There is a remote place there, and it’s still late. Do you really want to go?
Jiang Qian mainly felt a little sorry for her that the company and the hospital took turns running all day. Now that she is so late, she has to go with her. She has done enough and does not need to persist so much.
An Jian just smiled slightly and leaned his head gently against his shoulder.
I have seen your mother many times since I became your girlfriend, but your father has not seen him once. The first time I saw him was in such a situation, I feel a little guilty, so I want to go with you.
Jiang Qian felt warm in her heart, held her soft hand tightly, and smiled at her: OK.
Master, turn to Beihua East Road.
Alas, it's so damn.
The taxi driver responded, and the car then turned to the other direction.
More than half an hour later, the car stopped beside a dim road.
Jiang Qian paid the money and took An Jian out of the car.
Does Uncle Jiang live in such an old place?An Jian was a little surprised.
The trees on the roadside were swaying and the lights were dim. An Jian's feet were a manhole cover that emitted a stinky smell. Although she was wearing a pair of shallow flat shoes today, she still carefully walked around from the side and did not dare to step on it.
While holding her hand, Jiang Qian said to her: I had advised my dad to rent a house in a better environment, but he said that it was closer to the suburbs of the city, and it was more convenient for him to draw and sketch, and the rent was cheaper. I advised him several times and he refused, so he had to let him go.
An Jian thought that Jiang Qian's father chose the house he rented in an old town with low rent but poor environmental sanitation because he did not have a stable job.
But after hearing Jiang Qian say this, she felt relieved.
Jiang Wenjing’s rental house is in a very old community, on the eighth floor, and the highest floor around it is on the eighth floor.
Without an elevator, Jiang Qian and An Jian could only walk up step by step.
The house that Jiang Wenjing rented is not big, with a living room and a room, about forty or fifty square meters, and the inside and the outside are very old.
After entering the door, Jiang Qian turned on the dim lights and An Jian saw that the house was filled with all kinds of debris, but there were more various paintings in these debris.
An Jian squatted down curiously, picked up a watercolor oil painting closest to her at her feet, looked at it for a while, and said in surprise.
Are these paintings painted by my uncle?
Jiang Qian replied casually: Yes, they are all.
The painting is actually very good. I think...even if you can't compare to those real painters, you still have professional standards. Even if you apply for an art teacher, I think that this level is absolutely fine.An Jian said with some admiration.
An Jian's parents are both professors from prestigious universities, and her deceased grandfather is also a scholar. She was born in a scholarly family since childhood, and painting happened to be one of her hobbies. Although her level is not as good as a professional level, she has the ability to appreciate.
After watching for a while, she saw that Jiang Wenjing's attainments in oil painting were quite good.
Jiang Qian just sighed after hearing this, "Oh, what's the use of professionalism? My mother just wanted to introduce my father to a high school art teacher. He came back after a day. The reason was that he was too unfree, which made my mother angry...
In order to introduce him to that job, my mother pulled her face down and walked through the back door for the first time, but the result was...
When An Jian heard this, he also had no choice but to put down the painting in his hand. Everyone has their own ambitions, and his uncle doesn't like it, so he can't force it.
Yes, where is the box that uncle mentioned?
I said it was under the bed, so I looked for it.
While speaking, Jiang Qian had already walked into Jiang Wenjing's room.
He bent down, looked under the bed, and immediately said: Sure enough, there is a safe.
An Jian hurriedly walked in, but the room was very messy and there were mountains of debris. An Jian walked carefully to Jiang Qian, who dragged out a square safe from under the bed.
The safe is not big, but it is very heavy because it is metal.
There is really a safe. So, that voice message was sent by my uncle. What should I do now?An Jian asked.
Jiang Qian pondered for a moment and decided to say: He said there was a box inside and sank it to the bottom of the river. So, let's open it first to see if it's right.
The safe has a password, but Jiang Qian remembers that the password is his parents' wedding anniversary, so she tried it.
With a click, the safe opened.
Opened.An Jian said softly.
Jiang Qian nodded and then gently opened the box.
The safe is a long black square box. The box looks like it is made of some kind of wood, and it is also a bit heavy. Its seal is a bit strange and has no keyholes. It seems to be just put together up and down, and the body of the box is tied with only a thin red rope.
He took the wooden box in his hand and looked at it. Jiang Qian couldn't see anything after looking at it for a long time.
He frowned tightly.
My dad is hiding such a box under his bed. What exactly is he doing? And he wants me to sink it into the river?
An Jian on the side also couldn't figure out the reason.
Jiang Qian looked through it for a while and couldn't see anything. Seeing that it was getting late, he put away the box and prepared to leave.
Jiang Qian, look, it’s a portrait of your mother… An Jian next to him suddenly patted his arm.
It turned out that while Jiang Qian was looking through the box, An Jian accidentally saw a framed painting in the old bedside table beside Jiang Qian’s father’s bed, which was painted by Jiang Qian’s mother Fei Qing.
Jiang Qian came over and took a look, said, "This painting seems to be painted on their tenth wedding anniversary. It has been more than ten years since then, and my father has been collecting it."
The painting is so beautiful, and your mother smiles very well.An Jian sincerely praised him.
An Jian carefully put Fei Qing's portrait back into its original place, and the two then left the rental house.
Under the dim street lights, the two stood side by side waiting for the taxi.
An Jian suddenly asked in a low voice: Jiang Qian, do you think your mother can make up with him after he gets done?
Jiang Qian was still thinking about the box. When he heard this, he just shook his head subconsciously and said: It's impossible.
Why?An Jian looked at him in surprise. I think my uncle should still love your mother deeply. You see, her paintings are always placed by the bedside. After the uncle had something happened, your mother also let go of the matter in her hand and rushed to the hospital?I think there is still feelings between them.
Jiang Qian came to his senses and couldn't help but sigh and said: I also hope that my parents can make up again and not get divorced, but... even if my father is in good health, it is absolutely impossible.
Although my uncle doesn’t have any stable job yet, Aunt Qing is not a person who dislikes the poor and loves the rich. Although they have been separated for a long time, they have not yet completed a divorce, so there is still hope. Why are you so sure?
When Jiang Qian heard this, she had to smile bitterly, "Let me tell you the truth. In fact, before my mother separated from my father, she had already dated a new boyfriend, but because she did not divorce my father, the relationship between the two has not been made public on the surface."
This was the first time An Jian heard him say this, and his face was a little surprised.
But she thought about it again that Jiang Qian's mother was only eighteen years old when she gave birth to Jiang Qian. She is only in her thirties now and is still a senior manager of the Jiangcheng police force. Although she acts like a decisive person, she is so beautiful, it would be strange if there are no suitors in secret.
Moreover, with Fei Qing's outstanding conditions, the boyfriend she dates must be much better than Jiang Qian's father in all aspects.
Hearing this, An Jian still asked in a low voice: Does Uncle Jiang really have no chance?
Difficult... Jiang Qian shook his head and sighed.
He whispered to An Jian: My mother's relationship with her boyfriend is better than when I was a child and my dad. Several times on the evening, I saw the man driving my mom back on the balcony. When I parted, my mom hugged him and kissed him goodbye.
An Jian bit his lip and said softly: It's just a kiss, there are lovers in dating, and uncle may not have no chance, right?
Hearing her say this, Jiang Qian paused and had to say: My dad really has no chance. At that time, my dad had just moved out and had not found a house. He could only live in a friend's house for the time being.That night, my phone ran out of battery and borrowed it to use it. But I found a condom in her handbag...
An Jian's lips moved and said: Aunt Qing is an adult, so it is normal for her to have such things in her bag, and...
I know, you mean that maybe this was something she used when she was with my dad before, but a few days later, my dad rented a house. One night I went to help with moving things, and because it was too late, I told my mom that he didn't go back. When I went back the next morning...
Jiang Qian suddenly leaned into her ear, lowered his voice and said in a low voice: Before I went back to my room, I passed my mother's bedroom, and saw that her quilt was not folded. I probably left in the middle of the night when I encountered an emergency case. I was about to help her fold the quilt, but accidentally found two condoms in the trash can next to my mother's bedroom, and they had already been used.
I was with my dad all night, and you can tell who was sleeping with my mom that night.Moreover, before they separated, my mother had been sleeping frequently. I think she should have spent the night at her boyfriend's house at that time.
An Jian's face turned red suddenly. To put it, uncle really has no chance.
She bit her lip, remembered something, and said in a low voice: Aunt Qing won’t talk about having a boyfriend for now. She hasn’t divorced her uncle yet, and she just has sex with someone.... Wouldn’t that be a cheating in marriage?
Jiang Qian replied helplessly: Actually, my mother hasn't been home for quite some time in the past two months. She has almost half-lived with her boyfriend. She is just waiting to go through the divorce procedures with my father, and she may marry her boyfriend.It was just because my dad suddenly had a car accident that he couldn't divorce this marriage for the time being.
I won't talk about this for now.
Jiang Qian picked up the black square box and looked at it left and right, and said: What exactly is it in this box?It won't be...my dad hides some secrets from my mom, right?
But when I think about it, I feel it is unlikely, and there is no need.
When An Jian saw that he seemed to be planning to dismantle the tied red rope, he said in embarrassment: Jiang Qian, the message from Uncle that he could not open it...
But don’t you think that message is strange? My dad was clearly in a coma last night, so why could he send me such a voice message? I always feel that there is something key hidden in this box.
An Jian was a little hesitant. It was strange, but this was my uncle's thing after all. Without his consent, you can't open it and see it casually.
Just one glance, I just glanced at it.
Jiang Qian earnestly promised: And you see, it’s already twelve o’clock now, and it’s too late to throw the box into the river. I promise you that I will just take a look.
While speaking, Jiang Qian had untied the red rope tied to the box and then carefully opened the box.
He uh.
A painting?
The box was filled with a rolled painting, and Jiang Qian carefully unfolded the painting.
An Jian came over curiously, who is this?
This is an oil painting that has been slightly faded. It is a woman who looks about thirty years old. Although she is not as good as Fei Qing and An Jian, she is very beautiful, but there is no expression on her face.
Jiang Qian never dreamed that there was such a painting hidden in the box. The joke just now seemed to be telling him that his father was indeed hiding some secret in it.
He shook his head, with the same doubt, I don't know that the handwriting looks very much like my father's drawing, but I have never seen this woman before, nor have I heard from my father mention it...
As he said that, Jiang Qian suddenly stopped his voice and the expression on his face gradually became frozen.
He suddenly saw in a terrifying manner that the beautiful woman with expressionless faces in the painting had a pair of eyes that were originally looking forward, and from some unknown time he had become staring at him.
Her eyes were very strange, with chill and indescribable weirdness.
A cold chill came out of Jiang Qian's back for no reason.
An Jian beside him was still looking at it curiously, and Jiang Qian suddenly quickly rolled up the picture and put it back on the box.
An Jian opened his eyes wide and asked strangely: What's wrong?
The woman in the painting just now seemed to be staring at me.
An Jian looked at him strangely, "No Ah, I've been watching it all the time, Jiang Qian, are you too tired these two days?"
Maybe I was dazzled.Jiang Qian shook his head, forget it, this painting will not be kept. I don’t know who it is anyway. I will throw it into the river as my father said later.
All right.
Twelve to twenty-one.
Jiang Qian threw it hard, and the box in his hand was thrown far toward the river.
With a thud of water, the box with a stone tied to it quickly sank.
Jiang Qian and An Jian walked back with their hands.
It's so late, why don't you go to my house tonight and go to work tomorrow and you can get up early.Jiang Qian said to her with some expectations.
An Jian glanced at him, his face turned slightly red, and he nodded slightly.
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The alarm clock on the bedside table was already pointing to 1:05 a.m.
Jiang Qian and An Jian's lips were tightly pressed against each other and kissed each other.
His hands wrapped around An Jian's back and gently unbuttoned the back of her bra.
An Jian's face was blushed by Jiang Qian's hot gaze, but his eyes were filled with deep love.
Fei Qing didn't come back tonight, probably staying at her boyfriend's house and no one disturbed them having sex.
Jiang Qian supported her hands on both sides of An Jian's face, slowly thrusting on her body, one after another.
His kiss fell on An Jian's fair cheeks and neck from time to time.
An Jian couldn't help but hug his neck and moaned softly as he moved rhythmically.
After a long time, this happy love finally ended.
Jiang Qian and An Jian smiled sweetly at each other, then hugged each other and fell asleep.
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Jiang Qian was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night.
He opened his eyes in a daze and suddenly found a white figure standing by his bed standing aside his bed, covering his face.
An unprecedented coldness spread throughout the body.
ghost!
A female ghost!
A thought flashed through Jiang Qian's mind and he woke up instantly.
He thought of getting up in horror and found that his whole body was as heavy as if it was filled with lead.
The female ghost suddenly lowered her head and leaned into Jiang Qian's face, and a strange laugh appeared in her ears.
Jiang Qian struggled desperately, but his body couldn't even move a finger.
She slowly used the pale and bloodless hand to push away the scattered hair, and a bloodless corner of her eyes appeared in front of her.
This face is the beautiful face he saw in the painting, but now it is so terrifying.
There was no expression on her face, she just stood by the bed and looked at him.
His eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.
Jiang Qian's scalp was completely numb, and his blood seemed to have solidified into his head, and his whole body felt chills.
He struggled desperately, trying to shout, but to no avail.
I don't know how long it took, but he vaguely heard someone calling him.
Esaa, Esaa...
Jiang Qian opened her eyes suddenly.
A warm hand pressed on his forehead and said with concern: Jiang Qian, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?
Jiang Qian turned his head and found An Jian shaking his body, his face full of worry.
Only then did I realize that it was already dawn.
It turned out to be just a dream.
Jiang Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he realize that his face and body were covered with cold sweat.
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