Shameless Gangster

Chapter 15B

Chapter 15B - A good person, hard to be; a white cloth, hard to wear

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This street that was originally quite wide was even wider; the trees that lined either side had also disappeared with many new buildings having been added all around it, and High School No. 17's once large and imposing old gate was now replaced with a new electric one.

Even Jiang Laoshi, who Han Jia had always thought would not change - the always kind and cordial Jiang Laoshi, that was - also seemed to be substantially different from before.

He also carried the same old briefcase, still tall and thin though he walked slower; his expression was cold and stiff from time to time and he appeared impatient about something. He lowered his head slightly, seemingly explaining something to a schoolboy holding some books next to him and as he walked over, the wind whistled by and blew his hair - Han Jia saw a field of white.

Han Jia took a step back involuntarily. The psychological preparation that he had established started to disintegrate, making him begin to doubt his own behaviors to the point that he almost turned around and ran at any given second.

But he finally stood still, and when Jiang Laoshi looked up to see him, he did not evade his eyes.

Jiang Yiheng's expression froze instantly as he stood there and watched him motionlessly for a few seconds, and when the schoolboy next to him began to look at Han Jia curiously, he looked as if he realized something; his brows then tightened together before he turned around and said something to the schoolboy.

The schoolboy answered, said his goodbye and then quickly ran off.

Jiang Yiheng looked at Han Jia again for a while, and then walked over slowly. When he stood before him, he said, "Didn't you promise me that you would never come again?"

Though his tone was smooth and face expressionless, Han Jia instead felt that an invisible pressure had attacked him, and he almost bowed his head.

"Jiang Laoshi, I——"

Jiang Yiheng sighed and interrupted his answer, "When did you arrive?"

Han Jia whispered: "Yesterday afternoon."

Jiang Yiheng looked him up and down for a few moments before his eyes stayed on the paper bag he was holding for a moment, and said lightly: "You haven't changed much."

Han Jia was very tired on his return back here. He had slept in a small hotel near the train station for more than ten hours before recovering his spirit. And because he had to see Jiang Laoshi, he got a haircut, took a shower, changed his clothes and then came over. But when Jiang Yiheng looked at him, he was stabbed by a kind of invisible condemnation that made him break into a cold sweat, and he thought that perhaps it would have been more acceptable if he had come in a travel-worn state.

He seemed to be on pins and needles, not daring to answer. Jiang Yiheng also went silent for a moment before he finally asked: "Have you eaten?"

Han Jia shook his head.

Jiang Yiheng sighed again and turned away, "Come home with me for dinner. Whatever you have to say... we'll talk at home."

Han Jia stepped forward and took the bag in his hand. He dared not walk side by side with him and silently followed behind him instead.

Jiang Yiheng no longer spoke and raised his hand to flag down a taxi and told the driver his home address. When they got out of the car and Han Jia paid the fare, he glanced at Han Jia though he did not stop him.