Nian Ueno

Jiang Weixi was wearing a white shirt, light blue skinny jeans, and her long hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She looked youthful, beautiful, and pure.

A tall, thin boy was standing in front of the self-service beverage machine near the south exit.

The boy looked refined and had a pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

Jiang Weixi walked through the crowd toward him.

The boy looked up, and the moment he saw her, a look of amazement flashed across his eyes.

Jiang Weixi stopped in front of him and smiled: "You must be Senior Song?"

The boy was handsome and refined, and his demeanor exuded a scholarly air.

"Oh, you're Jiang, junior?"

"Jiang Weixi".

"Song Zisheng".

The two introduced themselves to each other.

Song Zisheng is a senior history student. He is good at English and has excellent spoken English.

Tourists from all over the world come and go at the international airport.

Their task was to give directions to tourists and help them use the automatic beverage machines.

When there aren't many people around, Song Zisheng would chat with Jiang Weixi.

Jiang Weixi's first impression of him was that he was aloof and perhaps not talkative.

But after getting to know him, I found him to be quite interesting. He was not only knowledgeable but also humorous and witty, and seemed to be able to chat with anyone.

Jiang Weixi also enjoys chatting with such knowledgeable and intelligent people, feeling that she can learn a lot from them.

The volunteer activity lasted three hours, starting at 8:00 AM and ending at 11:00 AM.

At the end of the event, the two exchanged contact information.

Jiang Weixi enjoys learning different languages, and Song Zisheng happens to be very interested in learning less commonly spoken languages.

Song Zisheng said he wanted to discuss good methods for learning foreign languages ​​with her and share his learning experiences.

Jiang Weixi had a good impression of him, so she gave him her personal QR code.

Multiple friends have multiple roads.

Song Zisheng always behaved with humility and politeness, his eyes clear and pure, without any evil thoughts.

Jiang Weixi thought he might just want to make friends and expand his social circle.

Song Zisheng extended an invitation to her: "Junior, how are you getting back to school? Want to ride back with me?"

Jiang Weixi wasn't too surprised to hear that he had a car.

Song Zisheng was dressed in designer clothes, and the watch on his wrist was a classic model from a luxury brand, priced at 32.5 yuan on the official website.

There aren't many college students who can afford a watch worth over 300,000 yuan, so it's perfectly reasonable for such people to own their own car.

Jiang Weixi guessed that his family was well-off.

but……

She politely declined.

"No, senior, I have something to do, so I won't go back to school yet."

A slight surprise flashed in Song Zisheng's eyes, but he did not show it on his face.

I didn't expect her to refuse a ride.

Her composure surprised him, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

Song Zisheng subtly looked her up and down again.

This female student is beautiful and has a great presence. She is dressed simply and casually, without wearing any jewelry.

Song Zisheng's first impression of her was that she came from an ordinary family.

But her poised and graceful demeanor made him overturn his previous opinion.

It might not be very ordinary either.

Maybe she's just being low-key?

With a gentle smile on his face, Song Zisheng said goodbye to her, "Junior, I'll be going now."

"it is good."

Jiang Weixi did not intentionally refuse a ride; she did have other plans.

Dr. Chen will be staying in City A for a week.

Jiang Weixi arranged for him to see a doctor in the afternoon.

I walked out of the airport.

She grabbed a quick lunch at a nearby shopping mall and then took a taxi to the clinic.

Dr. Chen examined her.

"All your indicators are normal right now. How are you feeling? Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Jiang Weixi shook her head: "I don't feel unwell."

She paused for a moment, then, as if remembering something, added, "It's just that sometimes when I get emotional, my heart beats very fast."

Dr. Chen checked her heart rate: "No problem, a faster heartbeat is probably a normal reaction to emotional fluctuations."

Jiang Weixi was relieved.

Dr. Chen recommended that she receive an injection of the latest medication.

Two hundred thousand per tube.

Jiang Weixi said she needed to think about it.

She pre-ordered the serum capsules for the second half of the year and paid a deposit of 30,000 yuan.

Then they left carrying the opened health supplements they had prepared for daily consumption.

Dr. Chen's clinic is located next to a park. The location is remote, but the environment is beautiful.

The residents of the nearby neighborhoods all seem to be wealthy people.

Dr. Chen's clients are mostly wealthy people.

It was easy for Jiang Weixi to get a taxi when she came, but it wasn't so easy to get one when she went back.

The people living here all own cars and rarely take taxis.

Jiang Weixi stood by the roadside for ten minutes, but still couldn't hail a ride-hailing car. As she walked along the road, she complained about the quirks of rich people, who liked to live in remote, desolate places.

Unidentified trees were planted on both sides of the road, with large, green leaves that looked like palm-leaf fans.

Few people pass by in the surrounding area, except for a few luxury cars that occasionally pass by.

Jiang Weixi walked along the shade of the trees and suddenly saw what looked like a person lying on the lawn not far ahead.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that he was an elderly man with completely white hair.

The old man's eyes were tightly closed, and he appeared to be unconscious.

Jiang Weixi stopped and looked around.

There were no security cameras or passersby.

She pretended not to see it and continued walking.

There are countless examples of people being falsely accused after trying to save someone's life.

Jiang Weixi didn't want to be a good Samaritan.

After walking forward for more than ten meters, she suddenly stopped and turned back.

Because she suddenly remembered her grandmother.

Jiang Weixi sighed, squatted down next to the old woman, and took out a small card from her pocket with contact information on it.