The person who sent her out smiled and said, "We will conduct a qualification review after the interview scores are out, and we will notify you of the interview results via text message within about a week."
Ji Fanling asked politely, "What is the qualification review?"
"Oh, that's easy," The person in charge smiled and said, "Just go to Xuexin.com to check whether your academic qualifications are fake."
Ji Fake Ling: "..."
The smile on the girl's face disappeared, and she reached out calmly: "Return your resume to me." After
leaving the supermarket A cold wind blew against his face, and Ji Fanling felt chilly in his heart. He felt that today was probably not the right time for an interview.
She walked slowly to Fu Yingcheng's house, habitually crossing her hands to touch the beads on her wrist.
...
didn't touch it.
Where is her beads? !
Chapter 12 String of
Beads Ji Fanling's head buzzed, and he lifted up his sleeves in disbelief, but his wrists were empty.
The bead string itself should not be valuable, otherwise it would have been snatched away and sold by Ji Guoliang.
...But that was the only thing her mother left her.
Ji Fanling turned around and ran back to Yongle Supermarket, but couldn't find the beads. She ran back to the convenience store where she had the interview in the morning to look for them, but still found nothing.
She returned to Fu Yingcheng's house without giving up, rummaged through the corners of the sofa, went back to the bedroom to search, and then searched the bathroom.
These were the only places she stayed at Fu Yingcheng's home. Fu Yingcheng had a mysophobia, and his home was extremely tidy. There wasn't even a pile of clutter to hide anything, and she was used to putting her personal belongings in bags and hanging them. Behind the door.
It shouldn't be thrown away.
The girl sat on the sofa and thought about it.
Following the places she has been, and pushing forward... it's Jiang's Noodles.
Ji Fanling found Jiangjia Xiaomian's membership card from his pocket and typed it in according to the contact information on the back.
The call was quickly connected, and a clear young voice came: "Hello, Jiangjia Xiaomian, how can I help you?"
"...Little Xingxing?"
Ji Fanling frowned: "Why don't you go to school?"
On the other side of the phone, Jiang Baixing was stunned, and immediately stood up: "You! You are the guest... the lady who is with Mr. Fu... sister, school girl?" He changed his words eight hundred times in one second.
Ji Fanling: "Sister, you are neither too big nor too small."
"...Sister."
Jiang Baixing shouted honestly, "Today is the school anniversary. I asked for leave and went home after giving a speech in the morning."
Ji Fanling looked at the calendar on his phone and saw that it was indeed Beijing . The school celebration of Wanyi Middle School.
The students are eagerly looking forward to this day, because they don't have to go to class, they can play ball if they want, and participate in club activities if they want. Fu Yingcheng is always studying by himself, and she is always sleeping.
Ji Fanling hummed: "I went to eat that day. Did I leave anything behind...such as a black wooden bracelet?"
"No, I checked." Jiang Baixing quickly replied, "Besides, I remember you didn't wear it that day. Bracelet."
"Didn't I wear it?" Ji Fanling frowned.
"I have a good memory." Jiang Baixing spoke quickly, "That day you were wearing a black hooded jacket, dark jeans, white sneakers, and underneath the jacket was the No. 1 Middle School uniform. I saw the collar of the uniform. If you weren't a school girl, you Are you also a sophomore? Or a senior?"
"Okay," Ji Fanling interrupted.
She wears her school uniform under it in autumn and winter. It has nothing to do with school rules. It's purely because she has nothing to wear, so she has to make do with her school uniform.
"Did you lose your bracelet? When did you lose it? I'll help you find it."
"It has nothing to do with you, hang up."
"Don't hang up...wait!!"
The young man on the other end of the phone said with a flushed face and voice. They all yelled, but Ji Fanling didn't actually hang up the phone.
It was quiet for two seconds.
Only the vague sound of electricity came from the receiver.
"...Sister."
Jiang Baixing shouted in a low voice, his voice inexplicably dull, "When will you come to my house for dinner again?"
Ji Fanlin paused: "Let's talk about it later."
"You promised to come, right?"
Jiang Baixing couldn't wait. When she got it right, he had to ask again, "Can I ask your name?"
"My name?"
Ji Fanling trailed off and blinked slowly: "Xiao Ming's grandfather lived to be one hundred and three years old. , but Xiao Ming died at the age of seventeen. Do you know why?"
Jiang Baixing: "Why?"
Ji Fanling chuckled: "... because he asked too many questions."
She hung up.
On the other side, Jiang Baixing stared blankly at the receiver.
After a long while, he slowly lowered his head in pain, and with a bang, his forehead hit the table, and then bang, bang, bang, and hit it several times in succession.
Sister, she is...
really.
It's heart-wrenching.
*
Ji Fanling hung up the phone.
The corners of his raised lips slowly flattened a little further.
Since Jiang Baixing was so sure, the string of beads had been lost when she went to Jiang's Xiaomian.
Well, she almost guessed where the beads fell.
At Cheng Jiali's wedding, she left in a hurry and bumped into the waiter. It must have been at that time that the beads fell to the ground.
Ji Fanling found the contact information of Century Jinming Hotel from the Internet and called her. The other party politely said that if the waiter found the lost item, it would be handed over to the person in charge of the banquet order immediately, and she was asked to contact the bride and groom directly.
Ji Fanling had no choice but to call Cheng Jiali again.
The phone call that she couldn't get through on the day she survived was successfully answered this time.
The voice on the other side said lazily: "Hello?"
Something suddenly stuck in his throat, making Ji Fanling not sure how to speak.
"Don't say anything and let me guess?" the man laughed.
Ji Fanling cleared her throat: "I lost a bead string at your wedding, is it at your place?"
Cheng Jiali's smile froze and he slowly sat up straight: "It seems that there is such a thing, but are you? "