Jiang Yan looked away and pretended to cough twice in embarrassment.
Shen Mo's expression was stiff, and he stared at Jiang Shao with complicated eyes for a long time. Their actions made Aunt Chen not sure what to do. Her eyes dangled between them, and she really couldn't understand the current situation.
"Xiao Mo, I never heard that you have an ex-boyfriend. Your eyes are so cruel. Could it be that Mr. Jiang is the one you broke up with many years ago..."
"Aunt Chen, please go out first. Leave the lamp here and lend it to me. Thank you."
Hearing Shen Mo's voice was so serious, Aunt Chen didn't ask any more questions. She glanced at Jiang Xiang with a complicated expression, left the lantern on the table, and left the room.
Shen Mo sat upright on the recliner, crossed his legs, and asked in a cold voice: "Name?"
Hearing such a cold voice, Jiang Yan straightened his back in fright and stammered: "Jiang, Jiang Yan. A river with three o'clock water is a river controlled by Dayu alone next to him."
"Uncommon words."
"……yes."
"I didn't ask you."
"……oh."
In the tense and serious atmosphere, Jiang Yan secretly wiped the non-existent hand sweat on his pants. Aunt Chen found him a quite comfortable chair, but now he was sitting like a pincushion!
It stands to reason that he met Shen Mo for the first time at noon yesterday. Shen Mo's clothes at that time were different from now. In addition, the light was dim just now, so it was quite normal that he didn't recognize him at first glance - after all, it was just a one-time encounter.
Now that I think about it, their first meeting was a bit strange: Li Duan and the others were caught by him during a "sex robbery", and he heroically saved the beauty while naked. Then, right after Shen Mo left, the Guards Bureau was nearby.
.
... Could it be that Shen Mo is from the Guards Bureau or some spy?
It's a bit of a coincidence and can be explained as a patrol. Jiang Yan's logic makes no sense, but Jiang Yan, who has been persecuted a lot by his own people, feels that his conjecture is reasonable: what if Shen Mo is a person related to the Guards Bureau, or something
workers of the institute, and Connor and the others wanted to make it more difficult for themselves and issued a commission to find themselves...
What kind of job keeps you awake all night? A down-and-out migrant girl working part-time in a detective agency follows you all night long.
Damn that bullshit logic - Jiang Yan slapped himself twice mentally. This person should not be an official figure.
But why does this plot look so much like an interrogation? It’s much more professional than Franka’s time!
"Were you the one wearing plaid underwear yesterday?"
"...Then you got the wrong person. I was wearing floral underwear." Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that there was another person wearing plaid underwear on the street yesterday. It seems that the person Shen Mo wants to cause trouble is not him.
Shen Mo's eyes twitched twice: "I don't care what kind of underwear they are - did you go out naked?"
"...It's me." Thinking about it, there is nothing wrong with who would take the initiative to play this game. It seems that Longmen is not as perverted as Jiang Yan imagined.
Shen Mo took out his cell phone from his pocket and pressed 110.
"No, no, no, sister, there is a reason! Listen to my explanation, don't call the police!"
"In broad daylight, when the sky is clear, what is it if you don't go out on the street wearing underwear and act like a hooligan?"
"Then why should I stop others from acting like hooligans?"
Shen Mo was choked by Jiang Yan's retort and had to admit that what he said did make sense and could not be refuted.
"Can you deny that wearing underwear on the street is not abnormal?"
Jiang Yan scratched his hair and said eagerly: "This is a kind of performance art...forget it, just think of me as farting. It's really perverted."
This time it was Shen Mo's turn to be shocked: "You don't even refute?"
"...There is indeed something wrong with my behavior. Although it is not intentional, I really can't refute it." Jiang Yan let out a long sigh: "Just discuss one thing, don't call the police, okay? Although I can't stop you from calling the police, but..."
...Problem. Shen Mo's head started to hurt again. This person made her feel like she didn't understand: He was obviously doing something bad to her, but he didn't refute or stop it. What did he mean?
"What would you do if I called the police?"
"What should I do? Just... run away. What else can I do? I've told you my name. What else can I do? Just hide as much as possible."
"You don't even need a fake name when you go out naked?"
"I told you I have a reason! Besides," Jiang Shao paused: "That's my name."
...He has a big head. Shen Mo stood up unsteadily, holding his forehead. He wanted to leave this place and breathe some air - his head was not enough. Unexpectedly, he staggered and almost hit the table, but was helped by Jiang Hao again.
Bundle.
"Don't touch-" Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Shao's hand was immediately withdrawn, leaving her stunned for a while. He then turned around, opened the door, and walked quickly towards the back door of the bakery!
"Who is this person, this..." The more Shen Mo thought about it, the more her head grew heavy. In just a few steps, she pushed open the small back door and rushed out of the room that made her feel depressed.
A burst of chaotic footsteps came from behind: "Miss Shen, Miss Shen! I forgot to bring the bread! And what about the renting of a house we just talked about..."
"Who would rent half of the house to a man from Qingshan?" Shen Mo, who was furious, didn't even look back. The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer:
"Well, I think we can discuss this issue. Although I think it is not appropriate for you, a girl, to share a room with me, a person with a suspicious identity, but my situation is indeed more complicated. Why don't you have some pity on me?
,Again……"
The footsteps behind him suddenly stopped, and a gentle sigh came.
"Forget it."
What does "forget it" mean? Don't you want to fight for anything that is beneficial to you? Shen Mo gritted his teeth and walked faster and faster.
"The bread... I put it on this table, remember to pick it up."
He's obviously a gangster, and he's going to be hungry in the morning. Why don't you just take it and leave?!
"I asked Aunt Chen to replace the broken one for you!"
Why do you care about this! Shen Mo stepped hard, and the thumping sound could not cover up his annoying voice: Shen Mo walked farther and farther, his volume increased a lot, and he sounded a little tired.
Already.
"Remember to rest more, eat well, and don't fall to the ground again!"
Why do you care about this...
Shen Mo's pace slowly slowed down, he took a few more steps and stood still.
Another footsteps came - this time the direction was getting farther and farther.
Shen Mo bit his red lips, turned around and shouted:
"Hello!"
The annoying straight-haired man was already far away from her. He turned his head and looked here, pointing to the position in front of Shen Mo:
There was a paper bag lying there - it had been flattened, but the wrinkles on the top could not be covered up. She must have grabbed it out when she passed out.
Shen Mo suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of fatigue coming from the bottom of her heart. She waved to Jiang Yan: "Let's go, rent a house."
"What?"
"I said, rent a house!"
The voices of two people shouting in the air echoed loudly in the narrow alley, like two people in a valley. They were obviously very far away, but they sounded very close.
He walked quickly towards Shen Mo.
"But isn't it a bit difficult for you to live in a shared house..."
"——A bad person won't tell you how bad he is, my dad said." Shen Mo picked up the paper bag: "As long as you obey the rules, I will rent it to you, love or not."
What is it...this strange feeling, strange and a little scary.
A person obviously knows that it is not good for him, but he will not refute. He may have good ideas for himself, but in the middle, he will choose to think more about others.
Then he stopped thinking about himself.
Deliberately lower your voice to the patient, and step away consciously when you help the person up. Not to make others feel uncomfortable - this kind of thinking leads to one clumsy action after another and contradictory sentences after excuses and compromises.
This man named Jiang Yan stood beside her, but he was unusually far away.
——This is a person she has never seen before, a completely different kind of person.
PS: I don’t know how to write emotional scenes and I lack experience.
I hope you can feel some of that atmosphere in the childish writing style.