"Oh, I was...thinking about something." Xiang Xiaochuang replied guiltily, "What is it?"
"Ask where you are going today, I will accompany you the whole way."
"I've almost played in New York, you go do your thing and don't worry about me." Xiang Xiaochuang said uneasily, "I'll sit in the room by myself, read a book or something."
Boss Tang stood up: "I'm going out for a trip, Xiangtian, please stay with Xiaochuang."
Xiang Xiaochuang stood up and said goodbye to each other, and Boss Tang smiled: "There is no need to send me off. I can rest assured that Xiangtian is with you."
"Dad, don't worry while I'm doing the work!" Tang Xiangtian smiled playfully and watched Boss Tang get into the car before turning back and said, "Xiaochuang, you are still thinking of him!"
Xiang Xiaochuang tilted his head guiltily and muttered: "Who missed him? I'm just suddenly free, and I'm not used to it."
"If you don't like shopping, I'll accompany you to the library. It's very convenient to check information there."
"Checking information? You want to check information?" Xiang Xiaochuang was a little surprised.
"Recently, the library is holding a century-old collection exhibition. You will definitely like it. There are many rare and unique copies, as well as some letters. I heard that there are letters written by Chiang Kai-shek to Hitler. It is a rare opportunity." Tang Xiangtian tempted, Xiang Xiaochuang was really full of energy.
It flew up.
"You didn't tell me earlier! Give me two minutes and I'll change my clothes."
Tang Xiangtian looked at her dashing up the stairs with a smile, and shouted fearfully: "Be careful!"
Xiang Xiaochuang turned around and made a face at him, and indeed he slowed down. He put on a thick jacket, picked up the phone next to the pillow, and found that there were hundreds of text messages, and the senders were all -
Du Jiawen.
After hesitating for a moment, he opened the zipper and browsed through the text messages.
Each one seemed to be filled with fervent longing, and her face turned red. Just as she was about to reply, Tang Xiangtian had already shouted from downstairs: "Two minutes are up, are you ready?"
Xiang Xiaochuang hurriedly agreed and stuffed his phone into his pocket. Seeing that Tang Xiangtian was still wearing a T-shirt and a thin jacket, he couldn't help but shrink his head: "Aren't you afraid of the cold?"
"It's not cold." Tang Xiangtian shrugged, "I'm a man."
When the two arrived at the National Library of New York, it was indeed overcrowded. The exhibition of century-old treasures attracted many New Yorkers.
Just as Xiang Xiaochuang was about to squeeze forward, Tang Xiangtian grabbed her and said, "Be careful, you are no better than usual now. You can't squeeze through blindly again."
Xiang Xiaochuang lowered his head and looked at his abdomen that was covered by the large jacket. He gratefully agreed and looked at the crowd hesitantly: "But, you can't see anything outside!"
"You start looking over there, just follow the flow of people." Tang Xiangtian brought Xiang Xiaochuang to the starting point. Her face turned slightly red. Perhaps it is the bad nature of Chinese people, who are used to jumping in line and watching the fun...
"I'm going to the library to check some information. You can take your time and read it." Tang Xiangtian said, then turned and left. Xiang Xiaochuang asked suspiciously, "What are you looking for?"
"Uh, I need some..." Tang Xiangtian felt a little uncomfortable, but Xiang Xiaochuang nodded suddenly: "Your thesis? Then go ahead, I'll wait for you down below."
Tang Xiangtian breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, take your time and watch, I'm coming to find you, don't go too far."
"I know!" Xiang Xiaochuang felt that Tang Xiangtian was basically like an older brother, and she was the little sister who was protected by him.
This feeling was actually very warm. It was as if his body temperature was still in my hands. It took me a while to focus on the exhibits in front of me.
When Tang Xiangtian turned the corner, he looked back at Xiang Xiaochuang and saw her looking blankly at the uppers of his shoes. He shook his head and sighed before taking the elevator.
"Mr. Tang, what can I do for you?" The blonde beauty came up with a charming smile. Although she was wearing simple work clothes, it perfectly set off her figure.
"Oh, Jenny, I want to check some old newspapers, from about ten years ago."
"Ten years ago?" Beauty Jenny's eyes widened, partly on purpose and partly in genuine shock.
"Yes, honey, I'm going to look up a case from ten years ago. I need it for my thesis." Tang Xiangtian lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, and Jenny enthusiastically took him to the back issues room.
"Need any help?" she asked eagerly.
"Oh, thank you, I can do it alone." Tang Xiangtian relaxedly inspected the neatly arranged newspapers.
"Shall I get you a cup of coffee?"
"No, I think the heat of the coffee may have damaged these precious newspapers. Thank you very much, dear Jenny." Tang Xiangtian dismissed the beauty with a smile.
"Then...when will you..." Jenny's fingers stayed on his chest intentionally or unintentionally.
"I think next week, okay?"
"Give me the phone?" Jenny turned around, walked to the door, and looked back with a smile.
"Of course." Tang Xiangtian agreed simply and neatly. After watching her gracefully disappear from his sight, he closed the door and started to dig out the New York Times from ten years ago.
His heartbeat was very irregular, and he was so nervous that even the hand he opened the newspaper was trembling. He took a deep breath, and then carefully read through several local newspapers such as the New York Times and the New York Evening Post.
When I got up, I even refused to let go of the small advertisement in the middle.
Even after flipping through several newspapers, he found nothing. He sat down on the chair slumped and said to himself: "Do Americans think Chinese names are too difficult to spell? Yes, I should look for a Chinese newspaper."
The newspapers are well bound, and even if they are old newspapers from ten years ago, there are very few missing corners.
Tang Xiangtian suppressed his temper and carefully read through the newspapers of those days.
Gang fights are not a trivial matter. Every newspaper has a large number of newspapers. But the name of the woman who was injured in the fight was not given in any newspaper.
Suddenly, his eyes widened wider and wider, and the hidden name was finally clearly printed in the Chinese newspaper - Xiang Danqing!
Tang Xiangtian swallowed hard and read the report again from beginning to end, word for word. Yes, the woman who took the bullet for Mr. Tang was named Xiang Danqing.
He suddenly remembered what the old man in the gang once said. Mrs. Tang had a sister who seemed to have lived in the gang for a short time. Half of that time was spent in the hospital.
Xiang Danqing...Xiang Chenbi...
He rushed towards the door like a whirlwind, suddenly stood still, and then slowly stepped back, putting the newspaper still as it was, and was stunned for a while. When he saw the watch on his wrist, the hands were already pointing to 12 noon.
He was startled and rushed downstairs.
"Tang!" the blonde beauty said coquettishly. Tang Xiangtian said without looking back: "I'll call you next Wednesday!"