Waiting for you at the place where you are reborn

"Boss Zhao..." Zhang Lang called out to Zhao Beiqin after giving him enough time to react, "Zhang Keyan, you are now doing Qi Xiangtian's former job."

Zhao Beiqin nodded, but his eyes did not leave Zhang Keyan, "Zhang Keyan?"

"I heard that Zhang Keyan was adopted by the Yin Fei couple from the orphanage you sponsored." Zhang Lang asked in a tentative tone.

Zhao Beiqin shook his head and stammered, "I don't remember. Every year, there are children adopted from the orphanage."

Zhang Keyan smiled gently. He remembered Zhao Beiqin completely and could even recall his hearty laughter when he visited the Lincheng branch.

In the past, whenever he came to Qinhe headquarters, he and Zhang Lang were Zhao Beiqin's favorites. At the meeting, he praised them in various ways and proudly introduced their achievements to colleagues from various branches.

"With Keyan here, the Lincheng branch can regain its former glory," said Zhao Beiqin.

Zhang Lang said: "Of course, Zhang Keyan and Qi Xiangtian are like one person."

Zhao Beiqin said: "When is the wedding date for Keyan and Qiao Ran? You have been engaged for several months."

Zhang Keyan looked at Zhao Beiqin and said, "No hurry. Work comes first."

Zhao Beiqin said, "How can that be possible? Work should not interfere with important life events. You can ask for leave anytime if you want to get married. I must be present when you and Qiao Ran get married."

Zhang Lang licked his lips, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Boss Zhao, didn't you want to bring Qi Xiangtian and Song Qiaoran together before?"

Zhao Beiqin's expression changed slightly. "Qi Xiangtian—has been missing for so many years, he must be—" He glanced at Zhang Keyan, "He is in great danger."

“That may not be the case—” Zhang Lang said with a smile: “Good luck will come to you. Maybe Qi Xiangtian has also met a noble person like Zhang Keyan, and maybe he has also lost his memory in some corner of the world—”

Zhao Beiqin coughed a few times and then said, "I hope so—"

After the meeting, Zhang Lang returned to the hotel and said to Zhang Keyan, "Zhao Beiqin is an insider. He knows exactly who you are."

Zhang Keyan said: "Seeing Zhao Beiqin reminded me of many things. When I returned to Lincheng from the United States, I was originally going to teach at Communication University. They had a cooperative project with Qinhe, and I was interested in the project, so I took the initiative to apply to Qinhe. At that time, I came to Shanghai for an interview, and the person who interviewed me was Zhao Beiqin."

Zhang Lang looked at Zhang Keyan in surprise, "You remember everything? Your memory has been restored?"

Zhang Keyan said: "Since I started working at Qinhe, I have remembered more and more things. What I am most unsure about now is what happened before and after the explosion. I always stop thinking about that step."

"Don't worry, everything is getting better and better." Zhang Lang said: "Look, Wu Linxi was originally transferred to Qingming, but now he has stayed here by accident."

"Because she stayed, I don't want to delay any longer," Zhang Keyan said. "She can't wait for me endlessly. She should have a normal relationship and marriage."

The company's dinner was booked at the revolving restaurant on the rooftop of the hotel where they were staying.

They lived on the 21st floor, and the restaurant was on the 36th floor. The vice president in charge of the project at the headquarters wanted to discuss something with Zhang Lang, so he arrived at the rooftop restaurant before Zhang Keyan.

Zhang Keyan followed.

Everything was normal. As we stepped into the elevator, it quickly rose to the floor we pressed, stopped, opened the door, and then closed it and continued running.

After someone got off on the 35th floor, Qi Xiangtian was the only one left in the elevator. It was about to move to the last floor, and the accident happened at the moment the door was closing.

The elevator dropped rapidly, faster than the heart could bear the weightlessness.

At the critical moment, Zhang Keyan quickly pressed all the floors and emergency call buttons on the keyboard. He held the railing in the elevator and half-crouched on the ground against the wall.

"The elevator broke down on the 35th floor and dropped rapidly. I pressed all the buttons," Zhang Keyan said to the person who answered the emergency call.

The elevator was descending too fast and he couldn't hear what the other person said. He just felt like he was in free fall. Even deep breathing couldn't overcome the physiological reaction brought on by weightlessness.

He escaped the explosion, but couldn't escape the elevator disaster.

As my heart rate quickened and my breathing deepened, many scenes involuntarily appeared in my mind, many of which had never appeared since I lost my memory, one scene after another, one after another...

Until finally the elevator stopped suddenly on the eighth floor. The huge inertia and impact force made him unable to control his body. His head and shoulders hit the railing that he was holding tightly, and then he fainted on the floor of the elevator.

The hotel’s customer service department immediately called 120 and sent him to the nearest hospital.

Zhang Lang rushed to the emergency department and saw three or four medical staff surrounding his bed and giving him first aid. Some were inserting oxygen tubes, doing CPR, and giving him injections and infusions...

Zhang Lang suddenly felt scared. He was afraid that Zhang Keyan would die like this. If Zhang Keyan died today, Qi Xiangtian would never come back.

“Zhang Keyan—Zhang Keyan—” Zhang Lang stood outside and chanted, “You must wake up. You must be responsible for the people around you.”

As if he heard Zhang Lang's call, Zhang Keyan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the medical staff around him, and exhaled deeply.

"The patient is awake." The nurse on the side shouted, "Blood pressure is 138/86, pulse is 80, heart rate is 61, and respiration is 14. It has returned to normal."

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and the doctor standing next to him asked him, "How are you? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Are you dizzy? Do you want to vomit?"

Zhang Keyan said slowly: "I just feel a little dizzy, but I don't feel like vomiting."

"Fortunately, he is conscious. We will do a brain CT scan tomorrow." The doctor nodded in relief. "There is a hematoma on the top of his head, but it is not serious. I will give you some anti-inflammatory and blood stasis-removing medicine. You will be observed here for one night. Tell the nurse if you feel any discomfort at any time."

After the nurse plugged in the ECG monitor for him, the medical staff dispersed from his side.

Zhang Lang walked up to him, gasping for breath, patted his chest and said, "You scared me to death. How many times are you going to scare me in your life?"

Zhang Keyan lay on the bed and looked at Zhang Lang quietly, with a mysterious smile on his face, "Zhang Lang - Zhang Lang is so flamboyant that it is like a storm."

Zhang Lang looked at him, somewhat surprised by what he said. This explanation of his name was the exclusive explanation of his name given by Qi Xiangtian, who had been his classmate from college to doctorate.

"What did you say?" Zhang Lang asked.

"I seem to remember everything from the past," said Zhang Keyan.

"What did you remember?"

Zhang Keyan smiled and said, "I remember you took me on a trip with the graduate class of the Broadcasting and Hosting Department. We ended up encountering bandits and that's when I met Wu Linxi."

Zhang Lang shook his head in disbelief, "Do you remember who you are?"

Zhang Keyan nodded, "I am Qi Xiangtian, your classmate from college to doctorate."

"Qi Xiangtian, do you really remember that you are Qi Xiangtian?" Zhang Lang asked excitedly.

"Yes." Qi Xiangtian looked at Zhang Lang, "I live in Room 7, Unit 2, Building 502, Yunxi Community, Yunhu District. I haven't been back to my home for two years."

Zhang Lang smiled so hard that his eyebrows and eyes were squeezed into a pile. He gestured with his hands and said, "I got hit on the head in the elevator, and then I woke up? Is this a treatment method of fighting poison with poison?"

"There was an accident in the elevator. I thought I would die in it and would never see you again." Qi Xiangtian said, "At that moment, everything that happened in the past appeared in my mind."

Zhang Lang said excitedly: "I'm going to tell the doctor and ask them to do a complete brain examination on you to see if you have fully recovered."

“Don’t—” Qi Xiangtian stopped Zhang Lang, “Don’t make it public yet. If Mr. Zhao knew about it, then Song Siyao and his daughter would also know about it.”

"You'll know once you know." Zhang Lang said, "We have been waiting for this day to leave Song Siyao and Song Qiaoran's control and become Qi Xiangtian again."

Qi Xiangtian shook his head. "Don't worry, let's take a long-term view. I'm afraid they will harm Wu Linxi. She just started working at the TV station, and we must not let her get hurt again."

Zhang Lang nodded in realization, "Okay. I understand." He couldn't help but walk around the emergency room and said, "But I'm a little excited. I have to share this good news with someone, otherwise I won't be able to sit still and won't be able to sleep today."

Qi Xiangtian smiled with tears in his eyes. It had been a long time since he saw Zhang Lang with such an expression. He said, "Just be excited for the whole night. Don't tell Lin Xi. I'm going to tell her in person when I get back to Lincheng."

-

Late at night, under the desk lamp, Du Qingqing lay on the desk, staring at the note on the wall in a daze.

The handouts for tomorrow's class have been prepared long ago, and a large number of tasks assigned by the school for the class teacher to do have also been completed.

It's like this every night. I finish my work but I'm not sleepy at all.

Several months have passed, and the shadow of Fang Zheng's marriage and his mother's death still looms over her.

The note on the wall was written by a junior in college:

"When can I let him know?"

Many years later, she still clearly remembers how she felt when she wrote the note.

The nervousness and heartbeat every time I see Fang Zheng; the shyness of wanting to say something but stopping; even though we live next door, I still secretly miss him and try to spy on him every day.

Du Qingqing tore off the note on the wall and held it in her hand. A tear came out of her eyes. In the final analysis, it was her own fault for being timid. She let Fang Zheng know her feelings too late, wasting so many years in vain.

If I had told Fang Zheng two years earlier, they would have been married and Ruan Xiaojing would not have had the chance to get involved...

The cell phone rang and a message jumped into her eyes. It was from Yao Anyu.

"Tomorrow is Friday, and it's New Year's Eve. I'll take you to a really delicious internet-famous grilled fish restaurant tonight."

Ever since she and Fang Zheng separated, Yao Anyu came to see her more and more frequently. After her mother passed away, his concern for Du Qingqing grew day by day. Apart from Bo Tong, he was also the only person who cared about Du Qingqing.

"Okay." Du Qingqing replied.

Her agreement to Yao Anyu was just a polite one, as she didn't want to let him down. Anyway, she didn't have any plans.

Recalling last year's New Year's Eve, Fang Zheng took her to watch the drone show at Data Plaza.

During the countdown, Fang Zheng took her hand and whispered in her ear, "Happy New Year."

She leaned on his shoulder and asked, "Fang Zheng, can we celebrate New Year's Eve together every year?"

Fang Zheng smiled and replied: "Of course, if I live to be eighty, we can still celebrate fifty New Year's Eves together.

……

The next morning, I met Botong when I went out.

Bo Tong's eyes lit up. Du Qingqing looked pretty good. She was wearing a white down jacket over a purple sweater. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn and her lips were lightly painted with some color.

"Morning, Qingqing."

"Morning, Botong."

"Going to school?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any plans for New Year's Eve tonight?" Bo Tong asked.

"I made an appointment with my classmates to have dinner." Du Qingqing said.

"Oh." Bo Tong nodded disappointedly and changed the subject: "Um - when are you going to move?"

"Wait a minute."

Bo Tong asked again: "I heard that you are dating your college classmate."

Du Qingqing smiled as light as the breeze, "It's not a relationship, just an ordinary interaction between classmates."

"That's not good." Bo Tong said worriedly, "As a girl, if you're not dating him, then don't always go out with him."

"I know. I know my limits."

At this time, a car horn sounded not far away, and Yao Anyu waved to Du Qingqing in the Cayenne, "Qingqing, get in the car."

Bo Tong looked over and saw the man in the car wearing an exquisite sports cotton jacket and a baseball cap worn backwards on his head, giving him a particularly hip-hop vibe.

"Botong, I'm leaving first. Goodbye." Du Qingqing said goodbye to him.

Bo Tong felt as if he had lost something and wanted to call out to Du Qingqing, but she had already opened the passenger door of the Cayenne.

After getting in the car, Yao Anyu asked Du Qingqing: "Who is that?"

"My neighbor, Botong."

"You have so many neighbors, all of them are men." Yao Anyu glanced at Du Qingqing, "What was the name of that boy who looked at me with dislike before? He doesn't live here anymore?"

Du Qingqing remained silent for a long time before she said indifferently, "He's married."

"Oh?" Yao Anyu had a look of smug joy on his face. "Married? I thought he was interested in you and wanted to marry you."

Du Qingqing pursed her lips into a line and said lightly, "How is that possible? He is just my brother who grew up with me."

Yao Anyu suddenly realized, "I remember now. I ran into them when I came to pick you up last time. Is that woman his wife? She seems to be Ruan Xiaojing, the director of some department of Yide Pharmaceutical?"

"How do you know him?" Du Qingqing raised her head in surprise.

Yao Anyu said: "Last year, Yide's year-end performance review meeting was booked at my father's hotel. My father asked me to go to the hotel to learn, and I was responsible for the on-site management of the meeting. She was the only female leader who presented her performance report. She was pretty and gave a wonderful report, so I was particularly impressed."

Du Qingqing smiled faintly, "Boys really are not immune to beauty, they will never forget it once they see it."

Yao Anyu said quickly: "Don't accuse me of anything. I just happened to remember it."

Du Qingqing looked out the window with an unfathomable expression on her face. After a while, she said to Yao Anyu, "You don't have to pick me up every day. The neighbors will misunderstand you."