Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

As dusk fell, the lights on the street gradually dimmed, illuminating a city that never sleeps.

The taxi braked suddenly, leaving a little mark on the asphalt road before it stopped completely.

It was almost a residential area, and it was not convenient for the taxi to enter.

The young man in a simple white short-sleeved shirt got off the car, dragged his small suitcase from the back seat, and paid the fare.

I'm home.

I came back early this time without notifying Xiaoxi. It was a surprise.

In fact, Jiang Chen had always felt that something was wrong these days.

There was always an inexplicable sense of danger.

It was an intuition that was different from ordinary people.

This forced him to end his journey early and go home to check the situation.

The warm breeze in the evening calmed his recent uneasy mood. In terms of nature, Jiang Chen knew clearly that he was not a truly cheerful and optimistic person. If he was really cheerful and optimistic, he wouldn't have many things to hide from his family.

He was not only sensitive to the emotions of others, but also very aware of his own emotions. When he was in a bad mood, he often went out and walked around, and would not go home until he calmed down.

Negative emotions are not suitable for sharing. Jiang Chen himself knew that because of his physical condition, the three people at home had never really been relieved.

So he tried his best to behave like a normal person. But sometimes he was tired, and didn't want them to see and worry, so he went out to relax.

He dragged his suitcase and walked slowly on the road. When he set off, the plane was delayed due to heavy rain, and it was supposed to arrive at 11 o'clock in the morning. Now, he looked down at the watch on his wrist, it was already five thirty.

At his speed, he might get home at six o'clock.

A little boy sat on a stone bench on the side of the park, with his head down, fiddling with a five-order Rubik's Cube in his hand.

Jiang Chen came over and saw him grabbing his hair in distress, looking hopeless. He couldn't help but smile and walked up to him, "Do you need help?"

He raised his head and saw someone, his eyes lit up, "Brother, do you like the Rubik's Cube too?" He handed the Rubik's Cube to Jiang Chen, a little annoyed, "There is still one layer, I can't get out."

Jiang Chen was still surprised by his self-awareness. He didn't remember seeing this boy before, but now he seemed to know him. Jiang Chen sat down and moved the Rubik's Cube left and right with his fingertips.

About half a minute, as he turned the Rubik's Cube in his hand, there was a light click, and the last piece of color was aligned.

The little boy stared at the movement in his hand without blinking, "...I seem to understand."

He took it again, his fingers quickly disrupted the order, and turned it again.

Jiang Chen looked at his movements and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It seems that he met a little genius?

After he turned the Rubik's Cube again, he smiled happily, "Thank you, brother."

"You walked so fast last time that I didn't have time to tell you my name. My name is Anyang."

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned, "Last time?" Which time?

Anyang held the Rubik's Cube and nodded seriously, "Yes. Brother, you helped me solve the Kongming lock two days ago."

"Xiaoyang! Xiaoyang?"

A call came, and Anyang looked over, "Mom is calling me..."

"I'm going home." Anyang hesitated and stuffed the Rubik's Cube in his hand into his hand, "This is Yangyang's favorite Rubik's Cube, for brother. Thank you."

"Goodbye." He ran two steps and waved to Jiang Chen with a smile.

Jiang Chen lowered his head, weighed the Rubik's Cube in his hand, and turned it to an angle. Looking at the child, it didn't seem to be lying.

When he raised his head, there was a figure standing in the shadow of the long bridge next to the water. It was extremely familiar, but in his eyes, it was extremely strange.

Jiang Chen seemed to see that pair of eyes staring at the Rubik's Cube in his hand for a while, and then fell on his face.

Silence, and coldness.

In the dusk, the face with its back to the sun was a little blurry, and Jiang Chen couldn't see it clearly.

But vaguely...

Jiang Chen couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and looked again. There was clearly no trace of people on the corridor separated by the trees.

Is it an illusion?

He held this question, frowned slightly, and the uneasiness in his heart increased a little at this moment.

The street lights shone down, and the surroundings were slightly dim.

He pulled the suitcase again and walked towards home. In fact, the eldest brother is not often at home, and the younger sister is in school. Now... maybe only the grandmother is at home?

...

This independent courtyard is filled with various blooming flowers, and the fragrance is overflowing.

Old Mrs. Jiang trimmed the branches and smiled when she saw the magpie on the wire fence. "There is a happy event today."

Before the voice fell, the iron door dinged and someone pushed the door in.

"Ah Chen, you're back."

Jiang Chen put down the basket, walked over and hugged her, and replied with a smile, "Grandma, you're back."

Old Mrs. Jiang pushed her reading glasses, put down the scissors, turned around and took him to the room, "You're back. Are you tired? Sit down and rest for a while. What do you want to eat today?"

"All good. I like everything grandma cooks."

Old Mrs. Jiang couldn't help laughing, "... she's just sweet." There are few people in the family, and Jiang Mu has always wanted to hire a nanny to take care of them, but Old Mrs. Jiang is used to a quiet life and likes to do everything by herself. Nannies are often useless, and she doesn't want to trouble them, so the nanny thing is left unresolved.

Every time Jiang Mu and Jiang Chen come back, she will cook for them herself. Of course, grandma's cooking skills are impeccable, because Jiang Mu has to learn from her.

This house was originally an old property of the Jiang family. Thirty years before marrying into the Jiang family, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang lived here. Jiang Mu lived here for ten years and Jiang Chen lived here for three years.

Later, due to some changes, the house was sold and Mr. Jiang passed away. Three more years later, Jiang Mu bought this house back. Naturally, Jiang Chen’s handiwork is indispensable among them.

Now, Jiang Xi has lived here for five years.

By the time I chatted with my grandmother and mentioned some interesting things about my trip, it was already half past seven.

"Ah Chen, please rest early."

"Hmm." He took out a delicately packaged green velvet box from the pocket of his white jacket, "Look."

"I bought things randomly again." Although she said this, she didn't mean to blame him.

Jiang Chen blinked, "A random purchase? This is a gift for grandma, how can it be a random purchase? It's a very beautiful imperial green. In order to match the jade, your lovely grandson even learned carving."

He opened the box and revealed a pendant of a monkey holding a peach, and a pair of exquisite flat jade earrings.

It is vivid and has a clear luster under the light. The jade is good jade. The carving technique is not superb, but it is carefully crafted, which shows that it has been carefully crafted.

Old Mrs. Jiang's eyes rolled up. She obviously liked the jade very much when she saw it. Compared to the beautiful jade, perhaps what is more important is his heart, "Okay, it looks good. Grandma is satisfied with your heart. Are you okay?" Are you tired?"

Hearing that it was carved by Jiang Chen, I am afraid it is extremely ugly, but she would also praise it for its beauty. Don't damage your grandson's self-confidence.

"...I'm not that delicate. I just carved a piece of jade, and I'm in great health these days!" He patted his chest, but before he put down his hand, he couldn't catch his breath, turned red and coughed. cough.

Mrs. Jiang couldn't sit still immediately. She pushed away the stool and stretched out her hand to support him worriedly, "Achen, how are you? How are you?...I'll call the doctor."

Jiang Chen slowed down, suppressed his breath and looked normal, and joked, "I lied to you, hahaha." He looked down at Yu and explained, "I didn't have time to light it yesterday, so I had to take care of it today before giving it to grandma. "

Old Mrs. Jiang: "...Grandma will be very happy if you take good care of your health."

"It's okay." She never liked to say harsh words, and she was a little angry at the moment. She was not angry because he was joking casually, but because the child didn't take her body seriously at all, "...how can such a thing happen? You can make a joke about it!”

Jiang Chen took the pendant, tied it on for her, and immediately began to change the subject, "Does it look good? This is called natural beauty. A beauty looks good with anything."

"..." Mrs. Jiang simply didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. "Your grandma is already sixty-eight, and she is still beautiful. Stop using your tricks to coax little girls."

Jiang Chen: "How can this be considered a trick? Look at your sincere eyes, Chen."

"Okay! It's late, go to bed." She just came back one day, and she still wanted to ask her, but her grandson's health couldn't bear a long conversation. Anyway, he agreed and stopped going out for a while recently.

Counting the days, Xiaoxi is going to have summer vacation too...

Jiang Chen turned around, suppressed his smile, and the relaxation in his eyebrows was completely gone. His tone was still smiling, "Grandma, good night."

"Yeah. Have a good rest."

When Jiang Chen turned around, his lively demeanor suddenly subsided completely. If it weren't for that identical appearance, others would simply not be able to connect him with the cheerful, smiling young man downstairs.

One is a wanderer who really went out to relax and returned home today, while the other is a wanderer who has gone through life and death before returning.

He walked to the balcony and looked at the people still milling around with his excellent eyesight.

He has returned.

Came back so quickly.

…

Lost.

He got lost outside his own house?

Jiang Chen couldn't believe this knowledge.

True, he was in bad health. However, that does not mean that his mind is not good.

Although Jiang Chen's memory is not at the level of photographic memory, he has lived here for seven or eight years, so it's not like he feels unfamiliar everywhere he goes. He actually got lost in the square in front of his house.

We agreed to arrive at six o'clock, but we have already been wandering around for an hour.

I've only been out for half a month. Has there been extensive immediate renovation nearby?

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