sinovels 12
12
Zhang's housekeeper's day's work often starts with opening the doors and windows.The work of catering and cleaning is handed over to the maid, who basically doesn’t need to do it, as long as he can grasp the situation; but because the house is large and there are many windows, sometimes the housekeeper will open one by one when he gets up early.
When we drove to Zhang Qishan’s bedroom, the door was ajar. When we took a closer look, we saw that the curtains inside had been drawn, and the owner of the room was standing in the morning light changing clothes. Air currents fly.
This daily scene of the Zhang mansion has also disappeared for almost two years. Ever since Adjutant Zhang lost his voice, Buddha rarely came back.The butler thought so, and said it casually: "It's been a long time since I saw Buddha at home at this point, and I'm not used to it these days."
Zhang Qishan didn't turn his head back, he buttoned his clothes one by one in front of the mirror, and said in his mouth: "I was busy at that time, it was more convenient to live in the office, and there is a housekeeper to take care of me. If I have free time, I will come back often. Butler, don't think I'm in the way."
"No way, a house needs more people to be interesting," the housekeeper couldn't help laughing when Zhang Qishan finally finished buttoning his collar, and then twisted his wrist to compete with the cuff buttons; seeing Zhang Qishan turning his head to look at him, he explained: " It’s nothing, I just remembered that Adjutant Zhang helped adjust this before, and even when you moved out later, you would rush back early in the morning to dress you up, nothing can be done.”
Speaking of the past, he sighed again: "I just can't figure out which room can't accommodate him in such a big Zhang mansion? He lives well, but he suddenly has to move outside. If it wasn't like this, maybe it wouldn't be..."
Having said this, I couldn't continue talking, and Zhang Qishan didn't answer, the two of them remembered the same thing.
Adjutant Zhang disappeared three months after moving out.Later, Zhang Qishan sent someone to check, and in the past three months, he found a random hotel to live in, not far from the Zhang residence.Even though he moved out of the mansion, he still came to pick up people every morning, and only sent them back at night. No one knew why he had to leave.In order not to live in Zhang's mansion, he had mentioned it to Zhang Qishan many times, but every time he asked the reason, he always faltered;
That decision made him regret it for a long time afterwards.Why didn't you insist on refusing?Or ask the reason, maybe something can be changed, some of it is also good.
In any case, people always come back.
Zhang Qishan continued to move his hands, and asked casually: "The adjutant hasn't got up yet?"
"No, it's not the same as before. When I came back, I got up late." The housekeeper laughed again, but there was no reproach in his words.A few days have passed since then, and Adjutant Zhang often sleeps, as if he never gets enough sleep; even when he is awake, he speaks slowly when talking to people, and his previously active eyes are always at a loss, not knowing where he is looking.
"Indeed, it's different from before."
Zhang Qishan couldn't help thinking that when he stepped into the living room that night, he could only hear a slight groan in the darkness, like a wounded little animal whining.When he found that it was Adjutant Zhang curled up on the sofa, he touched his forehead but felt the cold sweat on his hand. He thought something was wrong, and was thinking of waking him up quickly, but he came to untie his belt before he was awake. .
That kind of behavior, as well as the provocative speech and the look in his eyes, just like the fragility, defense and vigilance hidden under the obedient appearance during the day, came out without warning when his consciousness was blurred like a counterattack, which made him I can't help but wonder what the adjutant has experienced in the past two years.
"Although it's different, he's still my adjutant." Zhang Qishan finally fixed the cufflinks, took off the coat hanging on the side and said, "Let him sleep. I'll go to Jiuye's mansion first, and I don't need breakfast. At noon Come back and eat."
Just as he was about to step out of the door, the phone rang loudly. The voice pierced the quiet morning air, and the sound was like a reminder.
Zhang Qishan stopped the butler who hurriedly turned back to pick it up, and reminded: "If it's another call from Crescent Hotel, just say that you don't know where I am."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for a reply, he went out the door, stepped on the motorcycle and walked away.
Galloping all the way on the main road, the morning market has begun to set up stalls, and the crowds are getting more and more.Zhang Qishan made a detour to West Street, but still found no trace of Chen Pi; ever since the adjutant mentioned Chen Siye who sold antiques, he would visit here whenever he had time, but he never found anything.
But he is not in a hurry, he knows that with Chen Pi's combative nature, he is most afraid of having no one to fight with him; since the former equal opponent reappears, sooner or later he will be unable to restrain himself and find the adjutant.
So Zhang Qishan turned around and rode towards Jiuye's mansion.
None of the servants in Jiuye's mansion did not recognize Master Zhang, and directly and quickly welcomed them to the hall, where Xie Jiuye was studying chess records and playing against himself.
"The matter I asked you to investigate before has some clues." Zhang Qishan sat down opposite the chess table without waiting for him to greet him, and said straightforwardly: "I suspect that the adjutant has become someone's restraint these days."
Master Xie Jiu stopped holding the chess piece, slowly put the chess piece back into the box, and said while putting it away, "Why does the Buddha think so?"
"It doesn't matter what I think. I'm here just to ask you a question--does Master Jiu have anything to say to me?"
The person being questioned seemed to have never heard of it, carefully and neatly arranging the chess pieces one by one.
"That box of injections, didn't you give it to him?"
Xie Jiuye was startled, he raised his eyes, and happened to meet those eyes that were colder than knives, and they were shooting towards him fiercely.