Until the first two months of school, Ye Jian tore the notice of suspension of school and did not calm down.
After two months of inquiries, Ye Zhifan, who was always cautious, confirmed that there was no Ye Jian’s name in any middle school in the city, and there was no Ye Jian’s name in any middle school in the province. He was still uneasy and asked his relationship to check again. He really felt relieved when Ye Jian's account was still in Fujun Town.
Ye Jian did not repeat the reading, nor did he enter any high school,... it seemed that the whole person had disappeared.
In October, the principal Chen of Fujun Town resigned due to physical reasons, and the post of head of the middle school was handed over to another veteran who could continue to guard the underground oil depot.
In October of the same year, the old revolutionary uncle who had lived in Shuikou Village for more than 20 years said he was going to find relatives who stayed in Sichuan Province. He left Shuikou Village under the see-off of village head Zhang Defu.
Ye Jian, Old Uncle Gen, and Principal Chen faded out of Shuikou Village and Fujun Town.
Even the people in the army didn't know where the three generations went, only knew... wherever they worked hard.
The heavy snow is already flying, turning the whole Anyang city into a world wrapped in silver makeup overnight.
The winter of 1996 has arrived, and Anyang City in the southern province ushered in the first snow in the winter.
Children are playing snowball fights happily in the snow, and Tong Yan's laughter adds the brightest color to the whole city.
The driving, cycling, and walking were all cautiously afraid of accidents. Only a jeep suddenly appeared from the intersection. It accelerated again, rolled up snow and fog, and disappeared into the corner of the road in the blink of an eye.
The driver's deep black eyes contained a slight smile, and the elegant and handsome face also smiled like a spring breeze in March, and drove the car steadily to the door of City No. 1 Middle School.
"Hello, I want to find Ye Jian, one of the first class." The tall and tall man in a military coat put his arms around the window sill at random, and he took off his gloves to reveal a pair of slender pianists. With his hand, he picked up the ballpoint pen used for registration and wrote his name one by one. He smiled and looked at the guard at the gate, "Ye Jian, the first class of high school."
The guard at the door was a 30-year-old security guard. Hearing the words, he glanced at the young man wearing a military coat and a military uniform inside. When his gaze fell on the opponent's military cap, his gaze flickered slightly.
Xia Jinyuan put down the ballpoint pen, and he saw the strangeness from the other person's expression. There was a dignified voice in Mu Chunfeng's low voice, "Why, what happened to her?"
"Comrade soldier, this Ye Jian..." the door guard opened a bit embarrassedly, after thinking about it, he whispered in a low voice for fear that others would hear it: "She didn't come to our school."
"Or, if you go outside to inquire, just ask the canteen in front of you. I'm a security guard. I can't talk about some things. If you ask others, they will know."
Didn't come to school? Xia Jinyuan clenched his hands, said "thank you" and stalked away, started the car, and in the blink of an eye, he stopped at the entrance of a small shop on the side of the road.
I stopped by and bought a pack of gum. I didn’t eat it and I just held it in my hand. Looking at the boss who was sitting bored by the fire, Xia Jinyuan pointed to the stove and said with a smile: "Brother, come to your store to get warm, I Wait for someone."
Wearing a military uniform, he took off the military cap, naturally placed it flat in the palm of his hand, and then buckled it to his waist. His actions were indescribably majestic and masculine.
The owner of the shop in his eyes is already laughing: "Just take a bit of hot tea, don't you? I will make you a cup."
One action and one uniform will win the favor of the shop owner.