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Ivory Tower Chapter 162: They are all traps

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    I'm afraid you'll be sad.

    Tears suddenly burst out of her eyes uncontrollably. Jiang Yan was so happy that she could hardly breathe. She didn't know why, but she suddenly couldn't control her emotions right at the door of her home.

    You stinky manwhy don't you just hang up the phone and cut off all my thoughts?  Why do you still think about my feelings?

    Do you want me to be moved?  I won't be fooled!

    Jiang Yan didn't know what to do anymore. In a panic, she casually said to the phone: "I know." She wiped her tears and entered her house.

    "Daughter, you are back? Why are you crying? Who bullied you?" Jiang Hai, who was sitting on the sofa and watching TV, glanced at his daughter and stood up in surprise.

    Jiang Yan was shocked and quickly wiped away her tears: "Dad? You didn't go to work today?"

    Jiang Hai felt slightly relaxed: It seemed that his daughter was not in a bad situation, otherwise she would not have the heart to care about whether she went to work or not.

    "A relative from afar is coming today, so I asked for leave to entertain him. Daughter, you haven't told me yet, what's going on? Why did you come back crying?" Jiang Hai asked.

    Jiang Yan shook her head: "It's nothing. It's windy outside today and it makes my eyes hurt. Dad, I'm going back to the room first."

    Jiang Hai was a little strange. Sitting on the sofa, he was a little confused as to what was going on with his daughter.  I thought about the distant relative who came this morning, and my thoughts became much more complicated: I was no longer at home, so why did he come to see me?  It doesn't seem to be a good thing.

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    Seeing that the phone was hung up, Lan Xiaoxiao could no longer hold back the sourness in her heart, and said coldly to Zhang Boyao: "Aren't you afraid that others will be sad? Why don't you go and accompany them?"

    Zhang Boyao smiled: "Little girl, how old are you? Why do you think so much?"

    After hearing this, Lan Xiaoxiao became even more angry and simply turned away: "Don't think I don't know, you hugged her! I smelled it!"

    Only then did Zhang Boyao know why the little girl was so strange today. It turned out that she had smelled it from the beginning.

    "This matter can't be explained clearly, so Zhang Boyao simply didn't explain it.

    After finishing the two classes in the afternoon, Lan Xiaoxiao said to Zhang Boyao angrily: "Zhang Boyao, are you going back today?"

    Zhang Boyao shook his head slightly: "I haven't finished my work yet, you should go back first." He was wondering about something at the moment: after the afternoon class, it was almost evening, why hasn't Liu Zongwei come yet?  what is going on?

    ?? Lan Xiaoxiao looked at him a little suspiciously, and seeing that he really didn't seem to have any other plans, she finally dispelled her suspicion, but she still snorted coldly and left the school gate.

    Zhang Boyao waited in the classroom for a while. When everyone else had finished their dinner, they all returned to the classroom one after another to prepare for evening self-study. He simply left the classroom and sat on a bench on campus to wait.

    It was already dark. When Zhang Boyao heard the bell ringing for evening self-study, he finally couldn't help but dialed Ren Qing's phone number: "Hello? He's not here yet?"

    "Yes, he hasn't come yet, and I haven't contacted him yet." Zhang Boyao couldn't help but wonder, what on earth is this Liu Zongwei doing?  Why hasn't it appeared yet?  What else does he want to do?

    "Zhong Yu, I'm a little worried. Do you think he noticed something?" Ren Qing said.

    After Zhang Boyao thought for a moment, he said to Ren Qing: "No, I guess he wants to do something."

    "What to do? What does he want to do?" Ren Qing asked strangely.

    Zhang Boyao did not answer and said: "Don't be anxious, wait a little longer. If you can't wait for Liu Zongwei before nine o'clock in the evening, it means that Liu Zongwei will not show up today, and I have to go about my own business."

    Ren Qing was shocked when he heard this: "You want to give up? How can that be done? If Liu Zongwei is coming tonight, wouldn't he miss it?"

    Zhang Boyao said: "He said he would come in the afternoon, so I waited until nine o'clock. If I missed it again, I would only suspect that her communication between the two of us was known."

    Hearing this, Ren Qing's voice suddenly trembled: "He knew about it? What do you mean? We are probably being targeted by him?"

    "I can't explain this clearly." Zhang Boyao said, "There is no other way, just wait."

    As time passed by, Zhang Boyao became more and more certain that this time Liu Zongwei wasHe played a trick on Ren Qing casually, or maybe he was monitoring the communication between himself and Ren Qing, and knew that there was a person named "Zhong Yu" who was eyeing him and wanted to deal with him.

    Which situation is it?

    Although Zhang Boyao wanted to believe that it was the first scenario, his reason told him that he had better prepare for the worst.

    Zhang Boyao was even thinking: Is there something wrong with Ren Qing?  Could it be that she did something?

    However, Zhang Boyao immediately denied his ridiculous idea: If Ren Qing wants to deal with him, he will definitely try every means to deceive him somewhere, why wait like this?

    Just after eight o'clock, Zhang Boyao's cell phone suddenly rang. He quickly picked up the phone and saw an unfamiliar number.

    Who is calling this?  Zhang Boyao noticed that the other party was calling his old mobile phone, not a new one.

    "Hey, who are you?"

    "Your name is Zhang Boyao, right? I am your counselor. Someone came from your hometown and happened to meet me. He said that he has something urgent to see you. Come out quickly!" A man's voice came from the other side of the phone.

    Zhang Boyao was slightly surprised: "You said you are a counselor? Who are you? Our counselor is a woman."

    "Who else could I be? I'm Gao Weihong!" The man opposite shouted impatiently, "I'm your counselor Gao Weihong. People in your hometown say that your mother is sick. You'd better go back with them quickly."

    "What!" Zhang Boyao almost crushed the phone in his hand after hearing what the other party said, "My mother is sick? Who said that?"

    "How do I know who said that? You'll know when you get here, why are there so many things!" Former counselor Gao Weihong hung up the phone impatiently.

    Zhang Boyao held the mobile phone in his hand and couldn't help but feel confused: Mom is sick?

    After he came to his senses and understood what this meant to him, Zhang Boyao hurriedly ran outside.  Along the way, all the mothers flashed before my eyes.

    “My mother is very beautiful. Even though she is much older than the girls in Jiulitun, and even though she has been doing farm work for many years, she is still prettier than those girls in their twenties.

    "If she hadn't always rejected people thousands of miles away, then there would have been many men crossing the threshold to marry her in Jiulitun.

    Her eyes were very complicated. Not only the villagers in Jiulitun could not understand them, but even Zhang Boyao had never understood them.

    But he can also see that no matter what she does, her mother still loves him and is always good for herself.

    Zhang Boyao remembers clearly that his mother also laughed and cried, but whether she cried or laughed, there was only one moment in a year.

    He didn’t know why his mother had so few smiling faces. He only knew that those complicated eyes were always looking at him.

    Now some people say that my mother is sick, and it seems that she is still seriously ill.  Zhang Boyao could not imagine what would happen to him after losing his mother. He could not think about it at all.

    Running from the campus to the entrance of Yunhai University in one breath, Zhang Boyao looked around and found no one he knew from Jiulitun. He only saw a strange middle-aged man standing next to a commercial off-road vehicle.

    Zhang Boyao looked at him strangely and saw former counselor Gao Weihong standing next to him. Only then did he confirm that this person was the fellow Gao Weihong mentioned.

    "Are you Zhang Boyao?" Gao Weihong glanced at Zhang Boyao unhappily, already remembering that Zhang Boyao was the student who was going home on leave yesterday.

    This student was walking in front, but a policeman came behind him to cause trouble. He was so scared that he almost peed his pants.  Gao Weihong originally thought that the policeman was called by Zhang Boyao, but later he found out that Zhang Boyao came from a poor rural area, so he no longer doubted him.  However, I still feel a little unhappy in my heart.

    Zhang Boyao nodded to him and looked at the strange middle-aged man: "Did you call me out?"

    Gao Weihong snorted and said to the middle-aged man: "You guys talk, I'll leave first."

    The middle-aged man smiled, took out a box of cigarettes and handed it over: "Sorry for the trouble, please smoke a cigarette."

    Gao Weihong took a look and couldn't help being slightly surprised: "Huang Yan?"

    ?? Huangyan is a kind of high-end cigarette. Gao Weihong used to give gifts to the principal, but he was cruel enough to buy one. A box of it cost 300 yuan. Even so, it was obviously not as exquisite as the box in the hands of the middle-aged man in front of him.  Obviously, this box is only going to be more expensive.

    "You're welcome." Gao Weihong chuckled, reaching out to take one from it.

    Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man smiled and directly put aA pack of cigarettes was put into his hand: "Take it and smoke it."

    Gao Weihong took it and wanted to be polite, but then he thought: This guy is in a huge crowd. I'm afraid this guy and I will never have the chance to meet again. If I don't take advantage of this, I won't become a king*  What a bastard?

    Smiling, Gao Weihong put the box of cigarettes into his pocket, Gao Weihong said a few more words, and then left happily.

    Zhang Boyao watched the two people talking calmly. After Gao Weihong left, he said again: "Did you call me out?"

    The middle-aged man smiled and opened the car door, revealing the dark compartment: "Yes, it's me, let's go, get in the car, let's talk as we walk."

    "I don't know you. Are you from Jiulitun?" Zhang Boyao said.

    The middle-aged man laughed: "It's strange that you know me. I've always been here in Yunhai City, and I don't have many relatives in Jiulitun. Of course you don't know me."

    Zhang Boyao looked at him, frowned and asked, "What's your last name?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to recommend it as a registered member of Piaotian Literature. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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