The sound of "crunching", "crunching", "crunching" footsteps came from the snow again.
It’s Qin Guan who is here.
He looked anxious and ran to Lin Jiaqiao, tears flowing uncontrollably.
There was a hint of warmth on Lin Jiaqiao's cold face. It turned out that his tears fell into her eyes and then fell out of her eyes.
It was as if she was crying.
Qin Guan knelt beside her, trying to cover the wound on her neck with his hands. He called her name helplessly, each time more desperate than the last.
Lin Jiaqiao could feel that he was trembling.
But it was all in vain.
Qin Guan, don't cry, I'm fine, we will meet soon.
Lin Jiaqiao wanted to speak, but only a "whooshing" sound came out of his throat.
She wanted to raise her hand and wipe the tears from his face.
But she had no strength left.
On her deathbed, she saw Qin Guan pick up the fallen notebook.
The notebook was stained with her blood, just as in her memory it was stained with Lin Dapeng's blood.
Lin Jiaqiao was suddenly not afraid anymore.
She thought, Qin Guan, let’s meet him over there.
Lin Jiaqiao was awakened by a knock on the door.
She was in her own room now. It was the boudoir in the old Lin family that was often occupied by Qin Guan and Gu Yiming.
On the bookshelf next to the desk are works by Yuki Kaori, Akino Marie, and other works by Yuanfang Publishing. On the desk are journalism books, and her cell phone is at her hand.
I picked up my phone and the calendar showed that today was November 3, 2011.
This year Lin Jiaqiao was twenty years old and a junior in college. Because he admired Cui Boxing, he took a part-time job at "Youxian Reading Newspaper" during the holidays and is now a glorious intern.
Lin Jiaqiao's memory of the past year is only of being busy. The only two major events that left a deep impression on him were the rush to buy salt due to the earthquake in Japan and the "Guo Meimei" incident.
The person outside did not get a response and continued to knock on the door. Just as Lin Jiaqiao was about to open the door, he heard Lin Dapeng gently ask, "Zizi, it's Dad, open the door."
To be honest, Lin Jiaqiao had experienced life and death many times, but this was the first time she heard her father speak so gently, and she immediately got goose bumps.
Outside the door, Lin Dapeng had a kind smile on his face and looked at him with some grievance, "Two countries are at war but they still don't kill the envoys. You were arguing with Ms. Qiao, why didn't you pay attention to Dad?"
Lin Jiaqiao was frightened by her father's gentleness. She was petty and used her father's mocking words to retort: "How can a nine-foot-tall man be so hypocritical!"
Lin Dapeng put away his smile and was about to curse, but then he remembered that he came to seek peace, so he could only force a smile, which looked a little ferocious.
Lin Jiaqiao had long forgotten why she had quarreled with Ms. Qiao. She suspected that she had eaten her lipstick again, but she heard Ms. Qiao shouting in the kitchen:
"Lin Dapeng, you have learned to confuse right and wrong. What does this have to do with me? It's obviously your own fault."
"You insisted that your daughter looked like an old man standing next to that beautiful anchor."
Lin Dapeng really seemed to have no idea why Lin Jiaqiao was angry.
He complained to Lin Jiaqiao, "I thought you were fighting with your mother. Lin Zhizhi, I noticed that you have a bad temper. You can't even stand the truth. You—"
At this time, Lin Jiaqiao was still working as a reporter for "Youxian Reading Newspaper" and was considered He Youwei's assistant.
She can tolerate people saying that she is not pretty, but she will never accept that she is not as pretty as He Youwei!
Lin Jiaqiao rolled her eyes at her father and was about to slam the door in his face and continue the cold war with him, but she heard her mother say, "Zizi, wait a minute."
The Lins' house was decorated with wood. Ms. Qiao strode over and kicked the skirting between the master and second bedrooms. The wooden board fell down, and the pink banknotes hidden inside immediately flew all over the sky.
Ms. Qiao fed Lin Jiaqiao a piece of cantaloupe. "This is your father's private money. I'm giving it to you to apologize."
She then shouted to Gu Yiming who was helping in the kitchen, "Mingming, whoever sees it gets a share, come and pick up the money."
Gu Yiming, who was watching the fun, immediately trotted over and said happily, "Thank you, Uncle Lin."
Lin Jiaqiao was also very happy. "Thank you, Dad. I'm not angry anymore. Wow, so much money. How long have you been hiding it, Old Lin?"
Ms. Qiao thought for a moment and said, "Probably started in your sophomore year of high school."
Lin Dapeng was so heartbroken that he almost suffocated. He muttered softly, "I haven't been injured this badly even when I caught criminals."
He asked Ms. Qiao somewhat awkwardly, "How do you know?"
Ms. Qiao was a little proud: "You are the captain of the criminal police, and I am the one who can handle the captain of the criminal police. I know everything, don't try to hide it from me."
"… Or vice captain." Lin Dapeng muttered, silently stepping on two banknotes with his feet. He advised: "Hey, you two kids, it's useless to take so much money, leave a few for me."
Ms. Qiao lectured, "Why leave it to you? Drink milk tea with Lao Lu. I'm not saying anything bad about you, but Lao Lu is only a little boy, but he's already been diagnosed with three highs. His sister-in-law is almost going crazy with worry. Don't help him."
Lin Jiaqiao got a huge sum of money for free and was so happy that she couldn't speak. While counting the money, she asked, "Where's Guan Guan? Why isn't he here?"
Gu Yiming handed her the money he had found and reminded her, "Didn't you two have a fight? You haven't spoken to each other for a week."
Lin Jiaqiao was horrified. "What? How could this happen? I am still capable of this?"
It's not that she looked down on herself, but she really didn't dare to provoke Qin Guan because of his weird aura.
Gu Yiming's face was full of indescribable words, "No way, Lin Zhizhi, you don't even remember this."
When it comes to the major events during this period, Lin Jiaqiao is almost out of brain cells, and finally he remembered one thing.
She pulled Gu Yiming into the room, closed the door, and asked in a low voice: "Is it about Qin Guan's confession to me?"
Gu Yiming shook his head. "It's fine if you rejected him, but you also laughed at him. That's a bit too much."
It is said that young people are brave. Lin Jiaqiao asked: "Why did I laugh at him?"
Gu Yiming used that fairy face and imitated seriously: "Ha ha ha ha ha. That's how you laugh."
Lin Jiaqiao fell into deep thought. I am really so arrogant.
Seeing her fall into silence, Gu Yiming thought for a moment and said, "Have you noticed that when you pull me into the room to chat, you always close the door."
Lin Jiaqiao looked at him blankly, "So?"
Gu Yiming added: "But when you are with Qin Guan, you always keep the door open."
Lin Jiaqiao thought for a moment and looked at Gu Yiming nervously, "Fairy Gu, you are not secretly in love with me, are you?"
Gu Yiming was startled by her and immediately retreated to the wall. "What did I do wrong to give you this illusion?"
Lin Jiaqiao said: "Don't you mean that I am closer to you than to Guan Guanzi?"
Gu Yiming blinked, seemingly not understanding how she came to this conclusion.
Gu Yiming said: "Is there a possibility that I am hinting to you that in your subconscious, you only regard Qin Guan as the opposite sex?"
Lin Jiaqiao was silent for a moment, "I'm going to go find Guan Guanzi."
She asked again: "But, it's obvious what type of girl you like."
Gu Yi understood her at a glance, "I can't hear that at all, you are trying to change the subject."
Lin Jiaqiao didn't even blush when he found out. She wanted to take advantage of the fact that Gu Yiming was still young and inexperienced and find out about his relationship with Zhao Ruihe.
She pressed, "Just tell me, I want to know."
Although Gu Yiming didn't know her purpose, he didn't fall for it. He replied, "Qin Guan's type."
He said seriously, "I won't laugh when he confesses to me, I promise."
Lin Jiaqiao clasped his fists and said, "Goodbye, I'm going to pursue my love."
After that, he stuffed Lao Lin's private money into Gu Yiming's hand and said, "This is one million. Leave me alone."
Fairy Gu counted the money painfully, trying not to curl her lips: "Our love cannot be bought with this little money."
Lin Jiaqiao made a face at him and said, "I'm going to find Guan Guanzai."
Gu Yi knew that she had received a huge sum of money and was smiling foolishly when Lin Dapeng suddenly took away two of her bills.
He put the money in his pocket as if nothing had happened, but was discovered by Ms. Qiao, who then took the money out of his pocket and put it into Gu Yiming's hand.
She said, "Let's go, it's time to eat. Lin Zhizhi has gone to cause trouble for Lao Qin's family, so we can have a full meal today."
Lin Jiaqiao was a frequent visitor to the Qin family. When the security guard at the villa area saw that it was her, he opened the door and let her in.
After ringing the doorbell, Lin Jiaqiao waited for thirty seconds before Qin Guan appeared at the door.
He was wearing a black old sweater and black pants.
Compared to two years ago, he has grown a lot taller, with some sharp edges on his face, and he has begun to look like the domineering CEO he will be in a few years.
He lazily leaned against the door and did not let Lin Jiaqiao in. He said, "Isn't this the great reporter Lin? He is free to come and see me today."
Lin Jiaqiao suddenly felt a little suffocated.
Both her and Qin Guan's ancestors lived long lives. She didn't want to change her boyfriend, as that would mean she would have to endure his sarcasm for another fifty years.
Lin Jiaqiao said dissatisfiedly, "Qin Guan, life is so long. If you keep talking like this, I might beat you to death one day."
She threatened: "I'm not threatening you. When we get married, I will buy you life insurance and put my name on the beneficiary."
"Once I beat you to death, I will eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks with other beautiful brothers."
Qin Guan's face immediately turned red. But he was not shy, he was angry: "Lin Zhizhi, you are too much. You even chased me to my house and laughed at me!"
Lin Jiaqiao instinctively defended himself: "How dare I?"
Qin Guan became even angrier. He turned around and tried to leave, but Lin Jiaqiao quickly stopped him:
"You know, my memory is not good, and I've been too busy with work recently—"
Qin Guan didn't buy it at all and shook her hand off, "You just don't care about me, you don't even-"
Qin Guan's mother came out in a hurry and asked, "Is your father back?"
Seeing Lin Jiaqiao, she felt a little disappointed, but soon became happy again, "Zhizhi is here, come in quickly, I asked auntie to make a lot of food. You must stay today and have dinner with auntie."
Lin Jiaqiao was about to speak when Qin Guan snorted coldly and went back to his room.
Mother Qin didn't spoil him. She said to Lin Jiaqiao, "Ignore him. He has been narrow-minded since he was a child, just like his father. Come on, Zhizhi, come here, let's eat."
When talking about his childhood, Lin Jiaqiao couldn't help but think of Qin Guan at that time.