The night Jiang Kuan looked for him, he had already figured out that Jiang Kuan had no way out.

If he insists on not following, Jiang Kuan will send him to prison with his own hands, and may even implicate the people around him.

If he obeys, he can retreat as advance, set up a game, and ask you to get into the trap.

That is not a multiple-choice question, it is a must-answer question.

Qiao Sinian took another sip of tea.

The people in the teahouse came and walked, and changed one after another, but Qiao Sinian was still sitting in his original position without moving.

The last time I sat in a teahouse to have tea, the next time, maybe twenty years later.

In twenty years, it is really a change of time for a little girl to become a big girl.

I saw the bottom of a pot of tea while I was drinking it.

Qiao Sinian did not want to do it anymore, but sat silently, his face full of calm.

The tiny sunlight falls on the table, and outside the transparent glass window is the bustling street scene and the bleak autumn season. After autumn, it is the middle of winter.

a long time.

Qiao Sinian finally stood up, took the documents and car keys on the table, and drove to the police station.

This journey was the longest he had ever walked, and the drive was not very far, but he drove very slowly.

There are not many footprints on the streets of New York, and this bustling city will eventually be left behind by him.

Twenty years later, it was turned upside down.

Along the way, he was particularly calm, the heart in his chest beating evenly, without any waves, and his eyes were as quiet as a lake, without wrinkles.

The sun shines on the car glass, and the shattered light is reflected by the glass, like a dream, like a bubble.

The thick stack of documents was thrown by him in the passenger seat.

He had already dealt with his family business in New York and deposited the money into the bank, and the bank would deal with the money as he wanted.

He had no worries and everything was handled cleanly.

Thinking of this, Qiao Sinian's eyelashes moved, and his quiet eyes looked straight ahead, which was very peaceful.

People came and went on the streets, and the streets were filled with endless streams of vehicles. Electronic screens changed different images in the sun, and advertisements were played in turn.

New York City is as prosperous as ever.

The red maple is falling in late autumn, and early winter is coming in the cold wave warning of weather forecasts.

The white frost at night is very thick. Every morning, when I open the window, I see the white frost flowers, as if it was snowing.

The temperature dropped sharply, and a windbreaker could no longer keep the cold. You must change into a thick sweater or woolen coat.

Especially in the morning, you have to wrap a scarf to resist the sudden cold wave.

In winter, we meet unexpectedly.

There is no longer much color between heaven and earth. The red maple withered and the autumn chrysanthemums withered, there are only bare trunks and shiny stones, depressed and lonely.

This is especially true in the mountains.

When the wind blows, the coldness penetrates into the bones and can't be dispelled.

The birds on the mountain seem to have begun to hibernate, and they rarely see the traces of birds again. Only endless mountains are blooming, with no end.

Ye Jiaqi sat at the window and wrote a diary—
Chapter completed!