Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 305 V. Once

She asked Yao Hongmao what he meant, but Yao Hongmao couldn't explain a few sentences clearly, so he would tell her when we met.

After thinking about it, Jiang Sheng still went to the appointment.

It was sunny for more than half a month, but there was a heavy rainstorm in Linzhou that day, which came so suddenly that even the weather forecast did not expect it.

The sun was still shining brightly when we went out, but as soon as we got in the car, the clouds covered and the sky completely darkened, disturbing people and disturbing their minds.

The driver sold her an umbrella when getting off the car, but the rain was so heavy that her shoulders were still wet, and her little white shoes were covered in mud.

The distance of tens of meters was extremely difficult, and when she finally reached the umbrella under the eaves, her palms, wrists, and ankles were covered with rain.

As soon as Yao Hongmao saw her, he apologized: "I really didn't know that the weather would be like this today. There seems to be a place to buy clothes upstairs. Do you want to change first?"

Although the whole body was a little uncomfortable with the tide, she felt that she could still bear it. Fortunately, she didn't wear light-colored clothes today.

Jiang Sheng suppressed the irritability in his heart, took out a few pieces of paper to wipe his palms, and just wanted to go back quickly: "It's okay, what do you mean by that sentence?"

"Sit first."

After Jiang Sheng sat down, Yao Hongmao stopped talking.

Just when her patience was about to run out, Yao Hongmao said slowly and hesitantly: "Your attitude changed too strange that day. After I went back, I thought about it, and it was probably on the business card."

"I don't know what's in that business card that can attract you. I asked more later and heard from your colleagues that you are looking for someone named 'Yao Hongmao'..."

He looked at Jiang Sheng: "Later, I got some news from Yaocheng's wife. It's easy to guess. It's because I bought the second generation of Mary Starry Sky, right?"

"Is it because you're looking for the person who gave you candy?"

Jiang Sheng squeezed the wet paper in his hand: "Yes."

Yao Hongmao smiled in relief: "I'm not him."

Once the words are out of the mouth, the rest is easy to say.

He didn't wait for Jiang Sheng to ask, and said naturally: "I bought that bag of snacks together with him, but I know you are not looking for me."

Jiang Sheng clenched his fists, and most of the water that was sucked by the paper overflowed again. At this moment, his intermittent thoughts quickly formed a straight line: "Are you another student wearing a red peaked cap?"

Yao Hongmao was stunned for a moment, and somewhat comforted him: "You still remember me."

Jiang Sheng let go and threw the tissue into the trash.

No wonder, no wonder, knowing these things gave her a sense of familiarity... But how did Yao Hongmao recognize her?

From the age of six to 22, Jiang Sheng was convinced that his changes were not small, even the former dean Chen Wenying might not recognize him.

Jiang Sheng was thinking, but he didn't care about it: "Where is that brother... who is it?"

Yao Hongmao twitched the corners of his mouth as if mocking himself, but was still unwilling: "Before that, let me tell a story first?"

Yao Hongmao mentioned that he was framed by his boss a few years ago, falsely accusing him of plagiarizing the company's achievements and selling them to his opponent.

"Actually, I have seen you, not only once when I was a child."

That winter was very cold, and Yao Hongmao still remembered that he was suspended from his job and was involved in a lawsuit... When he was in a state of desperation, misfortunes never come singly. The aunt who raised him was found to have thyroid cancer. It was really the darkest period in his life. .

When the call to borrow money was hung up again, Yao Hongmao came out of the hospital and passed by the best university in Linzhou after being pissed off.

He stood on the side of the road near the bus station and looked in. From the beautiful school gate to the flower beds within sight, through the young faces, he remembered his student days.

When he was studying, his grades were good and he looked good. He could play guitar and basketball.

Yao Hongmao's eyes gradually fell on a student who came out.

It's a girl, probably under 20 years old.

She was wearing a lead-white coat with a single button, and the tip of her nose was a little red from the cold on the caramel-colored cashmere scarf, but her eyes were still slightly bent, and she was talking on her mobile phone.

It wasn't until the girl got closer to him that he heard her coquettishly complaining to the person on the phone: "...the food in the East Canteen is really unpalatable, even the rice smells musty."

The other person seemed to be questioning, she emphasized: "Really!"

"Don't believe me, I have to pack it up and give you a taste next time."

Although she was complaining about the unpalatable food in the cafeteria, her tone was soft, and the corners of her lips had a gentle curve, showing no signs of anger.

At that time, a student passed by on a bicycle, knocked all the materials in his hand to the ground, and walked away.

After Yao Hongmao got slightly angry, he felt embarrassed and embarrassed, and hurriedly lowered his head not to look at the eyes of others, and then squatted down to pick it up.

Cases, films, and various report sheets were wet and dirty in the snowy and steamy land. In addition to the white snow, there were all kinds of legs that did not stop.

Yao Hongmao suppressed the collapse in his heart, gritted his teeth and picked them up one by one.

When he was wronged and resentful, a hand stretched out. It was white and clean, with slender fingers and well-manicured nails, revealing a pale pink color.

It was the girl just now.

After helping to pick up all the materials one by one, she took out a napkin from the canvas bag and wiped it clean before folding it and handing it over: "Here."

Yao Hongmao didn't dare to look at her, so he just whispered, "Thank you."

The girl opposite hesitated: "There is a doctor named Wu He in the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine who has a lot of research on thyroid cancer. You can queue up on XX (platform), it will be faster."

Her voice was full of apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't read it on purpose, I hope it can help you."

Yao Hongmao tightened his grip on the paper: "...it doesn't matter."

I also heard her say something very sincerely: "The biological behavior of follicular thyroid cancer is mild, and the 10-year survival rate is about 90.00%. Be optimistic about receiving treatment, and the mood is very important..."

"Hope your family makes a speedy recovery."

Yao Hongmao nodded indiscriminately: "Okay."

After she left, Yao Hongmao dared to look up quietly.

The long black chestnut hair was loosely wrapped in the scarf, and the dangling coat was slightly swayed with her steps.

She is the first kindness he has encountered along the way, she is beautiful and beautiful, like the bright moonlight, so precious.

He remembered for many years...

I have been remembering it until now.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and even if we stayed inside, we could clearly hear the sound of the rain hitting the roof, the ground, and various other places.

But Jiang Sheng felt very quiet in her heart. She thought for a long time before she managed to remember that there seemed to be such a thing, which should have happened not long ago in her freshman year.

However, her memory of things is not bad, but her memory of people is not good. Looking at Yao Hongmao at this time, she can't connect the two.

Out of the benevolence of a doctor, Jiang Sheng still asked: "Then how are your family members?"

Yao Hongmao said: "The total surgery was successful, and my aunt recovered very well."

At that time, my aunt was receiving treatment in the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine. After returning home and putting the materials in a drawer, he checked the doctor named "Wu He" on the Internet. After thinking about it, he went to the software mentioned by Jiang Sheng and linked to the expert Number.

After the diagnosis, operation, recuperation, discharge, and prognosis, everything went well.

"That's good, congratulations..."

It's just that Jiang Sheng still felt that the logic was a bit illogical.

I've seen her in freshman year, so it's not surprising that I can recognize her now—but why can Yao Hongmao be sure that she is a child in the orphanage back then?
Why did Martily use Yao Hongmao's ID card to register and purchase Martily's Starry Sky II?

Jiang Sheng then asked: "So who is that person?"

I saw Yao Hongmao laughing slowly, with a little strange meaning.

He said, "That person is Shang Yaocheng."

(End of this chapter)