Chapter 338
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Two months after school started, the news of Ye Chien's suspension from school still hadn't died down.
Ye Zhifan, who had always been cautious, asked around for two months and confirmed that Ye Chien's name was not in any of the high schools in the city, nor Ye Chien's name in any of the high schools in the province. He was still worried and used his connections to check Ye Chien's household register. It was only when he found out that Ye Chien was still in Fujun Town that he truly felt relieved.
Ye Chien didn't repeat his studies, nor did he enter any of the high schools … It was as if he had completely disappeared.
In October, the Principal Chen of Fujun Town resigned due to health reasons, and the position of the high school principal was handed over to another veteran who could continue to guard the underground oil depot.
In October of the same year, Uncle Gen, who had lived in Shuikou Village for more than 20 years, said that he was going to look for his relatives in Sichuan Province. He left Shuikou Village with the village chief, Zhang Defu.
Ye Chien, Uncle Gen, and Principal Chen's figures faded out of Shuikou Village and Fujun Town.
Even the people in the army didn't know where the three generations had gone. They only knew that … they had gone to wherever the hardships were.
Heavy snow was already falling. In one night, the entire Anyang City became a world of silver and white.
Winter of 1996 had arrived. Anyang City of the Southern Province welcomed its first snow of the winter.
Children were happily having snowball fights in the snow. The children's laughter added the most vibrant colors to the entire city.
Drivers, cyclists, and pedestrians were all very careful for fear of accidents. Only a jeep suddenly appeared at the intersection. It sped up again, stirring up waves of snow, and disappeared around the bend in the road in the blink of an eye.
The driver's deep black eyes contained a faint smile. His elegant and handsome face contained a smile like the spring breeze in March. He steadily drove the car to the entrance of No.1 Middle School.
"Hello, I'm looking for Ye Chien, Ye Chien from Grade One Class." A tall man in a military coat casually rested his arm on the windowsill of the guard post. He took off his gloves, revealing a pair of slender hands that were as long as a pianist's. He picked up the ballpoint pen used for registration and wrote down his name stroke by stroke. He smiled at the guard at the door. "Ye Jian, Grade One, Class One."
The guard at the gate was a security guard in his thirties. When he heard this, he glanced at the young man in a military coat. When his gaze landed on the man's military cap, his eyes flickered slightly.
Xia Jinyuan put down the ballpoint pen. He could see something strange from the other party's expression. There was a hint of seriousness in his soft voice. "What's wrong? What happened to her?"
"Comrade, this Ye Jian …" The guard opened his mouth awkwardly. After thinking for a while, he lowered his voice as if he was afraid that someone would overhear him. "She didn't come to our school."
"Why don't you go outside and ask around? Ask around at the small store in front." I'm just a security guard. There are some things that I can't say. If you ask someone else, they will know. "
. She didn't come to school? Xia Jinyuan clenched his fists. He said, "Thank you." Then he strode away. He started the car and stopped in front of a roadside convenience store in the blink of an eye.
He stopped the car and bought a pack of chewing gum. He fiddled with it without eating it. Looking at the shop owner, who was sitting by the fire, bored, Xia Jinyuan pointed at the stove and smiled. "Brother, let's go to your store to warm up. I'm waiting for someone."
In his military uniform, he took off his military cap and naturally placed it flat in the palm of his hand. He then fastened it to his waist. His actions were indescribably dignified and masculine.
Seeing this, the shop owner laughed loudly. "Whatever. Do you want some hot tea? I'll make you a cup. "
His action, dressed in military uniform, won the shop owner's favor.
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