During his many years of practice, he hade across all types of clients. It wasnt his first time encountering uncooperative ones, but toe across two that rejected theirwyer back to back was really a patch of bad luck.
After sipping his water, he silently looked at his palm, huffily giving out a shortugh as he said in his head, Not too bad, at least he didnt ask after my eight generations of ancestors like the previous one had.
A dozen light-years away in Wine City, the rebellious teen Joshua Dale sneezed.
Are you trying to test how strong your body is by exposing your arms in the middle of winter? His neighbour a few years older than him, Chester Bell, chided from the side. Youve caught a cold, havent you?
Nah, there must be someone talking bad about me behind my back. Joshua furiously rubbed at the tip of its nose until it reddened, then used his knee to press down a metre-high cardboard box, binding it with twine. He impatiently cast Chester a sidelong look. Im helping out at this welfare institution because I owe them a favour. What are you blocking the space here for?
Moreover, this guy just had to nag his ears off, chanting a jinx for three days about him soon about to catch a cold; even bees werent as annoying as him.
Joshua rolled his eyes, habitually mumbling a curse, Fuck your grandmo
Chester raised a finger to his rudolph-red nose, mock seriously reminding him, I heard that, remember that youre dragging down my old gran with that sentence!
When it came to Joshua Dale, there were only two people who could counter himhis sister, and the elderly Mdm Bell.
The effect was instantaneous.
Joshua grumbled and swallowed down thetter half of the sentence. He red at Chester, soundlessly mouthed a few more words before finally restraining himself and tugging at the twine, getting back to work.
And now he wasnt even allowed to swear; however was he going to pass his days?
You could get beaten up half as many times this year if you just swore a little less. Chester removed the contents from another cardboard box, ttening the now-empty box and piling the items aside.
Joshua, Fuck off. Which other asshole fights with me apart from you?
When have I not let you have your way recently? Chester pushed the stack towards him. Here. Move these into the ss cab too.
It was a storeroom in a welfare institution that had been closed for a long time several years ago for some reason. Recently, the former director had returned with the intention to reopen the home and hired some extra hands to sort through the years of backlogged storage, moving them out of cardboard boxes into moisture and damage resistant ss cabs, whilst recycling those cardboard boxes as they did.
Joshua Dale, who had received a little aid from the welfare institution when he was very young, volunteered toe and help out this time without marypensation.
He took the pile of clutter that Chester had brought out, sorting the paper files and other misceneous items into different ss cabs. When he reached one of the files, he suddenly gave a huh?
Whats wrong? Chester looked over.
This photo Joshua pointed to an old photo tucked in the file. Look at this guy, dont you think he looks like thatwyer who had helped me out in courtst time? The younger one?
Chester tried to recall the name. Whats he called?
Ruan Ye.
Let me see. Chester took the photo and looked at the flip side first.
There was a line printed on itEnjoying afternoon tea in the camellia garden with the young and kind-hearted Mr Y. He came to sign a grant, and as always, was reluctant to leave a keepsake. Hal secretly took a photo for me. I hope Mr Y doesnt mind.
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Seated across from him was an elderly man with grey hair. He looked spry and benevolent. Unbeknownst to the young man, he was secretly giving a thumbs up to the camera.
Chester looked at it for a while, then said, Do you have face blindness? They might look a little simr from this angle, but theyre obviously not the same person.
It was difficult to exin the difference to someone with face blindness; he ultimately picked the most obvious difference. Look here, this guy has a mole at the corner of his eye. Erm it might be a little small and hard to see clearly. Take a closer look. I recall that Lawyer Ruan doesnt have a mole, right? Does he?
Joshua, I dont remember.
With the conviction of a person with face blindnesspletely convinced that he was right, Joshua said, How are they different! They look exactly the same!
Chester, Youre a bit blind, Im afraid.
But this was something he didnt dare to say. He had a hard time smoothening his rtionship with this stubborn boy; it wasnt worth it to squabble over such a trivial thing.
Joshua bit the tip of his tongue in thought, saying to Chester, Wheres your smart device?
Chester silently pulled out a ck metal strap. Ive told you many times already, this isnt a smart device. It isnt that fancy, just a very cheapmunication device
Lend it to me, Joshua said.
He took the device. Fiddling with it clumsily, he took a picture of the photo and sent it to someone.
Chester looked at that unfamiliarmunication number and asked, Who did you send it to?
Thewyer from before. Joshua didnt look up as he typed the message in word by word. Lawyer Gu. I still owe him money, so I asked for hisms number. He is Ruans teacher I think. If I ask him to take a look, hell definitely recognise it.
Chester, Youre really taking this seriously.
If this boy went to school, he would probably be the type that would bite his fingers, forcibly biting his way into understanding the textbook.
The way Joshua solemnly sat as he awaited a reply on themunication device perfectly aligned with the mental image in Chesters brain. Not longter, the device buzzed.
He replied! He replied! Joshua was ted. He rarely used such things asmunication devices, so this was a little bit of a novelty. Lawyer Gu replied to me.
Chester rolled his eyes and gave a perfunctory response. Yeahyeahyeah.
Gu Yans reply was simple:
-Which file was this photo attached to?
Joshua didnt know if the contents of the file could be casually shown to others, so he took a picture of the title of the document, as well as the tail end of thest page, sending it to Gu Yan.
He murmured to himself while taking the pictures, reading aloud, Asset Grant Letter Mr Y April 15
After the pictures were sent over, he froze for a moment and took a closer look at the date documented at the end of the file, staring at the year and calcting. Eh, thats not right. This This photo was taken twenty years ago?
Although twenty years would blink by when put into perspective against life expectancy nowadays, there would still more or less be some changes in look and temperament.
That Lawyer Ruan, I think hes still an intern. Joshua was a little confused. How old are interns usually?
Chester said, I dont know. And theres also a difference between those who graduated from university and post-grad. Hm roughly 28 maybe? Then twenty years ago, he would have been
Joshua, 8 years old.
Chester,
Um the guy in the photo looks young too, probably not even in his twenties.
But there was still a big difference between an adult and an 8-year-old.
Sure enough, themunication device in Joshuas hand buzzed again. Gu Yan had replied again, two messages in total, both very sinct:
-Not him.
-Thank you.
Holding themunication device, Joshua asked Chester with a bewildered look on his face. He said thanks. Whats he thanking me for? Why cant I get it?
Chester, Uh being a good role model, I guess.
Joshua, ???
In the Redstone system, the smart-driving car that Gu Yan booked soundlessly pulled up by the side of the road. After sending the message, his gaze flickered down towards the photo on his screen. A cold night breeze lifted the hem of his coat and gently lowered it again.
He only closed the image a whileter.
A newmunication request cut in, and the senior managers voice red out, Why arent you in your room?
Gu Yan, Why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?
I couldnt sleep so I wanted to go through the material with you again. I think that as long as nothing crops up tomorrow, you should be good for this review. The senior manager said, So why arent you in your room in the middle of the night?
Gu Yan, Buying coffee.
The senior manager, ??? Who are you trying to kid? What type of coffee are you drinking at thiste hour?
Gu Yan didnt answer. His attitude was very unyielding and very aloof, emanating a strong air of whether you want to believe me or not is entirely up to you.
The senior manager, Alright, alright. Then where are you now? How long will you take to get back?
Gu Yan pulled the car door open. The smart driving system automatically asked, Please indicate your destination.
Tianping Hotel, Gu Yan said.
The senior manager, You even have to book a taxi to buy coffee?
Gu Yans brows pinched together. His expression was unsightly. His gaze scanned the area, finallynding on the stream of trafficing in and out of the port; his exhale came out in pale mist before him, like he was sighing at himself in slight ridicule. Mn.
The senior manager continued pestering, What is that mn supposed to mean? Dont try and pull one over me, Im not stupid. What exactly are you doing?
Gu Yan fastened his seatbelt and closed the door, evenly replying, Who knows.
With that, he cut the line and leaned back against his seat, resting his eyes. The res of light in the quiet night pulled into resplendent streaks outside the window
The warden of the detention centre was quite good-tempered. Yan Suizhi sat in the visiting room, tapping his fingers on the edge of the table, lost in thought. The warden didnt rush him, waiting by the door with an electric baton in a businesslike manner, ready to send the youngwyer out.
In fact, Yan Suizhi wasnt actually lost in thought but was quietly contemting. After going through his memories, he clicked open his photonputer, finding certain pages of Chen Zhangs information and rereading them. He smiled at the warden, Excuse me.
Yeah? No one could put up a mean front against a polite and courteous person. The warden eased his expression as much as he could, asking, Is there anything you need?
Can you ry a message to Chen Zhang for me?
What is it? the warden asked.
Just tell him that hiswyer was a regr at Champagne from 31-47 and ask him if he knows an instructor by the name of Chen Wen. Yan Suizhis fingers, tapping lightly against the table, paused. He raised his eyes with a smile. Also, Ill be waiting for him here at the same time tomorrow.