Chapter 1,013 Leaving without Saying Goodbye

so big.

No, to be precise, it's very big.

This was the only feeling left on Jiang Chen's fingertips.

A ray of sunlight passed through the window eaves and fell on Jiang Chen's eyelashes. The muscles in the corners of his eyes contracted slightly, pulling his half-closed eyelids. The snoring stopped suddenly, and Jiang Chen struggled to open his sore eyes.

There were several chirping birds coming from outside the window. Judging from the sun peeking over the treetops, it was already past ten o'clock.

He groped around casually and found no clothes, but a few strands of cloth.

Black? This is……

Jiang Chen could tell from his hazy vision that this seemed to be a pair of underwear, and it was the kind with a lace edge...

Reflexively throwing the things in his hands aside, Jiang Chen suddenly woke up.

"Wori, why is this thing here with me? It's Ayesha... No, last night..."

After shaking his groggy brain, Jiang Chen leaned on his arms and sat up from the bed. He closed his eyes tightly and meditated, trying to search for everything about last night from the fragmented memory.

As the thinking gradually deepened, the fragmented memories gradually came together like a puzzle, and the context of thinking gradually became clear.

"It's Natasha."

Jiang Chen moved his lips slightly, murmured to himself, and looked around, but he could not see her figure either on the bed or on the floor.

Last night, it was Natasha who knocked on his door, then went to the kitchen to serve a bowl of noodles, and then took out a bottle of vodka from the refrigerator... These trivial matters were unimportant. Jiang Chen remembered that he drank with her later. After two drinks, he listened to her talk about her childhood for a long time, and then...then both of them were drunk. He couldn't remember who took the initiative first. He only remembered that the two of them hugged each other and rolled on the carpet. Go on, it seems that I hurt her.

"I... am I being tricked?" Jiang Chen smiled bitterly and put his hand on his still heavy forehead. Although he almost crossed the boundary of friendship with her countless times, he never thought that he would cross it in this way in the end.

Regarding such a result, Jiang Chen felt no embarrassment or regret in his heart. He was never the kind of person who started to be pretentious after eating. The only regret is that I didn’t leave any deep impression last night, and when I woke up, no one was there.

What a shame.

"Okay now, how do you say hello when we meet later...hold the grass."

When he got out of bed, he suddenly lost his balance and Jiang Chen almost fell.

After getting dressed, Jiang Chen went to the bathroom to wash his face. After a brief wash, he turned around and walked to the kitchen. It was now half past ten, and there was still a while before lunch. He decided to eat something to fill his stomach first. However, just when he opened the refrigerator and glanced at the wine bottle, he suddenly froze.

One, two, three, four... four?

Jiang Chen rubbed his eyes.

I counted correctly, it was indeed four bottles.

He clearly remembered that these four bottles of vodka were brought to him by the logistics staff at the base when he went to a nearby town to purchase.

This kind of wine made from potatoes tastes spicy to the throat. Jiang Chen himself doesn't like to drink it. The reason why he puts a few bottles in the refrigerator is mainly for Natasha who often comes to eat and drink. However, now, he has a bottle of vodka in the refrigerator, and the one he drank last night...

With a slight movement in his heart, Jiang Chen suddenly thought of something, slammed the refrigerator door and rushed to the entrance.

Natasha's shoes were not here as expected. Jiang Chen rushed to the corridor without even changing his shoes and turned to Natasha's door.

"Natasha——"

As soon as he reached out and knocked on the door, the door opened by itself.

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment and walked towards the house.

Two pairs of shoes were missing from the entrance, and the suitcase leaning against the shoe cabinet was also missing.

The curtains in the living room were drawn and the light in the room was very dark. Jiang Chen walked around in every room and even searched the toilet, but still found no sign of Natasha. Entering her bedroom again, Jiang Chen reached out and opened the closet.

There was only one pajama left in the closet, the same one she wore last night, and all the rest of the clothes disappeared.

It was obvious that she was gone.

"Did I say something outrageous last night? I shouldn't have left without even saying hello." Jiang Chen shook his head with a wry smile and sat on her bed.

All clues point to one point, that is, Natasha has left without saying goodbye and has been prepared since last night.

The bottle of wine she brought contained medicine with "special ingredients", and it was a benign medicine that would not trigger her own immune system. And the reason why she did this was probably to say goodbye to herself.

This is also what Jiang Chen is most afraid of.

Where on earth was she going that made her want to say goodbye in this way? This was more than just a farewell, the lingering that night seemed to be to make up for some regret. In other words, when she left, she had already made the worst plan of "never coming back."

"Grass!"

Jiang Chen punched the wall so hard that even the wardrobe next to him was shaken.

He discovered as early as in Moscow that Natasha might have encountered some trouble. He originally thought that it was just a small problem like the conflict between father and daughter, and that she would naturally ask for help when she needed his help. However, he did not expect that the trouble she encountered was not a small problem at all, and this girl was actually stubborn until the last moment. Not mentioned.

If she encountered any trouble, as long as she was willing to speak out, there was no way she could turn a blind eye. But she chose the most difficult path and faced it alone. Is this little girl thinking about it all?

Now, he doesn't even know where she went.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Chen raised his index finger and put it on his temple, trying hard to recall every detail of last night, trying to lift the veil.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the room.

Jiang Chen raised his head and saw Ayesha standing at the door, looking at him with confusion.

"I see you're not in the house, her door happened to be open...what happened?" Seeing Jiang Chen's face not looking good, Ayesha hurriedly walked to sit next to him, held his hand, and expressed concern. asked.

Jiang Chen patted her hand gently and told her not to worry. After adjusting her mood, she spoke.

"Ayesha, did you see Natasha when you came?"

Ayesha shook her head, raised her head and looked around the room. When she saw the open wardrobe, she immediately understood something. She squeezed Jiang Chen's hand slightly and looked at him seriously with her sapphire eyes, " When did she leave?"

"In the morning...maybe last night."

"I'll go help you bring her back."

Ayesha stood up and prepared to leave. However, Jiang Chen did not let go of her hand and pulled her back as she was about to leave.

"Why are you so anxious? You don't even know where she is, how are you going to find her?"

"But……"

"Let the ghost of Moscow pay attention. If she returns to Moscow, then leave her alone."

Of all the possibilities, this is the most optimistic one. If she had not returned to Moscow, in all likelihood she would have crossed the border to the Donetsk region of Ukraine by now.

"I'll go right away." Ayesha nodded.

"Don't panic, there is one more thing. Check someone for me."

"who?"

"Marina. If I remember correctly, she should be Natasha's mother..."

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(Yesterday when I was writing about the MiG-29 cannon, I dropped a prefix, it was 30X160mm. When I pressed the backspace key, I accidentally lost the "30X". It was a pure mistake... But no one should have really used 160mm. Is it the caliber of a machine gun? That’s too big. Ahem, it’s my fault.) (To be continued.) Start a new website