Now, little cane

A group of men were fine at first, but later on, Yan He sat silently on one side.

Regardless of whether the days mentioned are bitter or sweet, Qi Ling's expression is indifferent.

Occasionally look back at Yanhe, as if confirming something.

Later, when it came to Yu Quan and Zhou Chiguang, Qi Ling said, "I always thought you guys couldn't make it."

Yu Quan: "Ahahaha."

Zhou Chiguang: "I remember you pulling us to fight."

Qi Ling: "Yes."

Zhou Chiguang smiled and didn't say much.

Yu Quan took advantage of the opportunity to talk about their college years with a rare frivolity.

Yan He listened to the side and understood.It's probably a story about a good friend who ends up being a lover.

When it was late at night, Qi Ling frowned and said she was leaving.

Yu Quan: "Why don't you go, old Qi stays and sleeps in the guest room."

Qi Ling: "Now I am the one who wants to go home and live a sexual life."

Yanhe: ...

Zhou Chiguang: "What are you shouting about, come on, and clean up the table with me."

Yu Quan got the order.

Qi Ling stood up and smiled, pressed Yan He's shoulder, and muttered: "Damn, I'm a little dizzy."

Yan He only silently glanced at the empty bottle of white wine.

Driving home, Qi Ling walked a little slowly, opened and locked the door, Yan He went into the kitchen and mixed a glass of honey water for him.

Added a few pieces of ice, put it in Qi Ling's hands, and said, "Drink it, and you won't have a headache tomorrow."

Qi Ling drank slowly and explained: "I didn't drink much."

Yan He was funny: "Then how much do you drink is too much?"

Qi Ling's eyes were a little slack, and after a while, she licked her lips and said softly: "When you drink until you hug the pillar and call your name, you have drunk too much."

Yan He's heart tightened, he looked at Qi Ling, and he was also looking at him.

Yan He cautiously said, "Yes, have you ever done so?"

Qiling hooked one corner of her mouth and smiled: "A few times, it was broken. They told me the next day."

Yan He couldn't speak, but Qi Ling's eyes caught him, and he wouldn't let him go.

Qi Ling was half-deprecating herself, and asked with a bit of alcohol in a daze, "Do you want to know how much I miss you?"

Yan He took a deep breath and remained silent for a long time.

It is a lie to say no.

Qi Ling stood up slowly and said, "Come with me."

Yan He followed Qi Ling to the study room, Qi Ling opened the cabinet where they kept their medicines, and took the trash can beside them.

Sitting on the floor with legs propped up, the effect of the alcohol deepened as he breathed.

Qi Ling picked up his stomach medicine, a box of yellow ones, facing Yan He, and threw it into the trash can decisively, saying, "Two pills a day, nourish the stomach."

Pick up a box of red ones and throw them into the trash can: "One pill a day, nourishes the stomach."

Another box of red ones was thrown away, and he said, "Three times a day, two pills at a time, stop stomach acid."

Seeming to have reached the limit, Qi Ling kept a few boxes of quick-acting pain relief, and threw the rest away.

Yan He was stunned by his movements and stood where he was.

Qi Ling said with a bit of alcohol, "I don't want to take medicine, I hate taking medicine, I hate eating outside, I'm really fed up!"

He held his head after speaking, unable to see the emotion on his face.

"I want to eat your cooking, but you won't be coming back.

"At those times, you fucking came back!"

Yan He was at a loss as to whether to advance or retreat, so he could only stand still.

After a while, Qi Ling's voice was very soft: "Every time I can't eat, it makes me feel tormented, and that's when I miss you the most.

"It's also when I think you are the cruelest."

Yan He approached, half knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand and slowly embraced Qi Ling.

"I'm sorry, A Ling!

"sorry."

Qi Ling shook her head, her voice was low: "You don't need to say this.

"Well, you know, you are the only one in this world who doesn't have to say this to me."

After a long time, Yan He closed his eyes: "I know."

He also knew that in this world, he was the one Qiling was on top of.

There will be no one else.

No one will love him like Qi Ling loves him.

There will be no second.

Qi Ling buried her head on Yan He's waist.

Muttering: "Don't see my mother."

Yan He: "Actually, she came to me before."

Qi Ling: "What?"

Yan He didn't say any more, Qi Ling became dizzy, was pushed into the bathroom by Yan He, and took a bath in a trance.

After Qi Ling finished washing, Yan He pushed him to the middle of the bed, fearing that he would fall.

When Yanhe returned to the room after washing, Qiling was still awake, staring at him blankly.

Yan He adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qi Ling murmured: "Hug."

Yan He got on the bed, pulled the quilt over and hugged him.

Qi Ling put her hands on Yan He's waist, and kissed her chest.

Yan He's heart was pounding.

"Good night."

Yan He: "Well, what a dream."

After saying that, he kissed Qi Ling on the forehead.

Qi Ling quietly closed her eyes, with her hands on Yan He's waist, she couldn't be more satisfied.

Woke up the next day, went out, and was still thinking about what Yan He didn't answer last night.

Still nervous.

Qi Ling is different from Yan He, as long as it is not fragmented, he can remember clearly what he said after drinking.

Yan He said, did Yun Suxi go to him?

Have you looked for him before?

how long ago?Could it be before breaking up?

When Qiling drove to the company, these words and speculations were all in her mind.

Called Qi Shu to inquire.

After Qi Shu listened, she said inexplicably, "I...don't know."

Qi Ling was taken aback: "You don't know?"

Qi Shu was also a little tired: "Brother, I don't know everything."

Qi Ling sighed: "Okay, take care of yourself, go to work and take care of your baby."

"Ah."

The days that followed were peaceful, the beginning of August, so peaceful that it was a little unreal.

Qi Ling gradually relaxed.

Zhimei doesn't call or send WeChat easily, and doesn't hide anything from Qi Ling, and asks him about every move, and he is inexplicably satisfied with it.

Nothing else.

Qi Ling just likes that Yan He follows him.

Even if Yanhe didn't like it very much, Qiling was the main one, and Qiling liked it.

Although she is no longer self-willed, she still likes the connivance of her lover.

Another Wednesday, Zhimei rarely called Qiling.

Qi Ling answered: "What's the matter?"

Zhimei: "Tomorrow my dad will be discharged from the hospital, do you want to see him for the last time?"

Qi Ling: "When?"

Zhimei: "Tomorrow morning."

Qi Ling: "Okay, I invite you to dinner at noon."

Zhimei pointed out something: "You are so happy."

Qi Ling: "Yes."

He never wanted to see this woman again in his life.

Back home, Qi Ling told Yan He, Yan He was puzzled: "You, are you going to work?"

Qi Ling smiled: "I am willing to ask for leave for such a happy event~"

Yanhe: ...

She is not what you think?

Yan He swallowed the sentence himself.

It doesn't matter what it is like, this girl, I can only bless her.

Driving to the hospital, Qi Ling and Yan He went up to have a look, only Zhimei's mother and her father were there, talking a few words together, it was very enjoyable.

Qi Ling got up: "I'll go to the restaurant to order the dishes first, and set the time."

Yan He also stood up, and after a while, said: "I'll go, I know what they like to eat."

Qi Ling glanced at Yan He and nodded.

Yan He was really afraid that Qi Ling would order a table of embarrassing dishes.

Say hello to the place, Yanhe will go first.

Qi Ling and Zhimei's mother didn't say a few words at all, and Zhimei's mother went back to redefine their relationship after her daughter's brainwashing.Zhimei's mother put away her things, and asked Qi Lingla, "Are you married abroad?"

Qi Ling: "No, it doesn't make much sense to live in China and go abroad."

Zhimei's mother: "Oh, I don't know when it will be legalized in China."

Qi Ling smiled: "Yes."

Zhimei's mother paused, and asked, "Hey, my daughter said it's difficult for you to do this. Do you agree with Yanhe?"

Qi Ling smiled and said, "It's not easy, but it's much better now."

Zhimei's mother saw that Qi Ling didn't talk about her family, and she didn't pursue this topic to get to the bottom of it.

Zhimei's father coughed a few times.

Zhimei's mother changed the subject: "By the way, Yan He is not from China, he doesn't look like his facial features."

Qi Ling: "No, he is of mixed race."

Zhimei's mother: "Hey, this kid is very good. Our family used to rely on him... He often comes to help Zhimei. It's rare to meet such a person."

Qi Ling rolled her lips: "Yes, he has a good heart."

Good enough to be silly.

Zhimei's mother: "I think you're not bad either, it's right to have a good life."

Qi Ling: "You are right."

Zhimei's father coughed a few more times.

Zhimei's mother stopped moving, walked over, patted her father's back lightly, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Zhimei's father nodded.

Shu Er coughed up a mouthful of blood, Zhimei's mother's eyes widened, Qi Ling was also stunned.

Qi Ling was experienced, she was the first to ring the bell, and the medical staff came after a while, and Qi Ling took half a step back to make room.

After hearing the doctor's words, Zhimei's mother shed tears, nodded, and kept saying, "I'll sign, save!"

Immediately afterwards there was a burst of busy work, Qiling stood back to the side, and from time to time she could see Zhimei's mother's teary face.

This reminded him of Yun Suxi back then.

Standing in front of his father's hospital bed like this.

Qi Ling withdrew.

Give Zhimei a call.

Calmly explained the situation.

Zhimei's mouth trembled: "I, I'll come right over, I'm in the studio, not far away."

Qi Ling was silent for a moment, and said in a rare way: "Be careful."

Zhimei hung up without answering after listening.

Qi Ling vaguely remembered that Zhimei's father had lung cancer and was prone to hemoptysis.

Depending on the situation, it was sudden.

Qiling didn't call Yanhe, but stood by the corridor, watching Zhimei's father being pushed to the emergency room, Zhimei's mother followed all the way, with tears in her eyes.

Qi Ling tilted her head, unwilling to look any further.

In less than 10 minutes, the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on echoed in the corridor.

Qi Ling raised her head, Zhimei was still wearing the dress she had photographed, her heavy makeup hadn't been removed, she hurriedly ran with her skirt on her high heels.

Qiling pointed to the end of the corridor: "It's the emergency room."

Zhimei nodded anxiously and ran forward.

Zhimei's mother was sitting in front of the emergency room, she couldn't help wiping her eyes with her hands, Zhimei held back her tears and approached her mother.

Zhimei: "It's okay, it's definitely okay, it will be fine."

Zhimei's mother didn't speak.

In fact, they all know that it will never be better again, whether to leave or not, and how long to stay, is only a matter of time.

Zhimei's mother shook her head, only wiping her tears.

Qiling approached slowly, not too close, it was a good distance.

Zhimei squatted down, holding her mother's hand to comfort her.

Qi Ling glanced at it by chance, and was stunned, unable to look back.

The off-the-shoulder dress that Zhimei wears, her hair is half covered, and the rest is braided and coiled up, looking classic and beautiful.

On the right shoulder near the spine, with the hair swinging, a red birthmark is half hidden.

Qi Ling even trembled with her fingertips.

After a while, Zhimei's mother got up, wiped her tears, and went to the bathroom. Zhimei's consolation also had two points of effect.

Qiling approached step by step, as if stepping on his heart.

Staring at her shoulder blades in a daze.

Zhimei lowered her head and buried her face in her hands.

The hair slid away, and Qi Ling's pupils shrank.

Flapping its wings to fly, like butterfly wings.

Qi Ling couldn't stop shivering, she was sweating coldly on a hot day.

When Zhimei turned her head, Qiling's eyes fixed on her firmly, saying every word: "Tongmu Street, No. 26, you know?"

Zhimei couldn't help but retreat, her eyes were full of fear.

Qi Ling seemed unable to breathe.

That bit of fear was like the poison of a Gu, dripping on his heart, scorching his heart and lungs and turning into ashes.

Qi Ling took a step back.

Take another two or three steps back.

His eyes were dark red, his lips were trembling, as if he didn't know where he was, what day and what night.

No no no, that's not the case.

Why is this happening?

The sunlight refracted in from the corridor and hit Qi Ling's side face, making him feel a little hot.

Suddenly covering her face with one hand, she turned around and walked downstairs quickly. Seeing the change, Zhimei couldn't help chasing after her with her skirt up.

Qi Ling stumbled from the emergency passage to the side door of the downstairs, but there was no one outside the door, and the green bamboos were dense.

He stood on the side where the sun couldn't reach, breathing heavily.

Tears staggered.

So he will be so kind to Zhimei?

So Zhimei will give whatever she wants? "

So Zhimei's fear of seeing him for the first time was real, not an illusion.

Dislike is true.

and so……

The past came one after another, and everything suddenly had a reasonable explanation, and everything he didn't understand became clear and reasonable.

Splitting headache.

why,

Why is this so?

Zhimei chased after her and approached slowly, but she saw Qi Ling's back was bent and her shoulder blades shrugged.

Zhimei called out in a low voice: "Qiling..."

Qiling turned around and raised her head, her whole face was flushed, her eyes touched Zhimei, and she took a step back.

His gaze was complex and turbulent.

Every time Yan He sees this girl, how unbearable and ugly he should look.

Qi Ling muttered: "I actually slapped you?"

It seems incredible.

Looking down at his hands, his hands trembled uncontrollably, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his whole body was overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions.

Zhimei is helpless: "You..."

Qi Ling thought to herself: "He knew it from the beginning?

"He always knew?

"So he doesn't want to be with me anymore..."

In the end, there was only breath, and only he could hear the turning of the sentence in his throat.

Zhimei bit her lip, her face was tangled, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

Zhimei: "Wait for him to come back and you..."

Wait for him to come back?

Qi Ling raised her head blankly and looked at Zhimei.

He suddenly saw something different.

Zhimei is very beautiful, regardless of Yanhe's standards, she is a classically beautiful woman among the crowd.

It fits well with Qi Yunwei's hobby.

Qi Ling shook her head violently.

No, he doesn't want to see Yanhe.

How could he see Yanhe like this.

How should he see Yanhe!

What face does he have to see Yanhe!

Leave, he wants to leave here.

He shouldn't face Yanhe like this.

so dirty.

Such rundown.

Qi Ling walked out quickly, there was only one way in and out of the inpatient department, Zhimei followed him, but couldn't keep up with his walking speed, and she didn't dare to call Qi Ling's name to provoke him again.

Yan He came back from the outside and bumped into Qi Ling.

Yan He was at a loss: "What's wrong with you?"

Qi Ling raised her head in a daze and looked at Yan He, even more unable to contain the mixed emotions in his head.

The exit was painful and hoarse: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

His hands were shaking and tears were streaming down his face.

Yan He was stunned.

Qi Ling stepped forward and ran out, as if trying to escape the uncontrollable situation.

Yan He paused on the spot for a moment, Zhimei caught up, seeing Yan He, as if seeing a savior, she stopped panting.

Pointing at Qi Ling, he said, "He, he recognized it, as if he saw my birthmark."

Yan He: "Huh?"

Zhimei stamped her feet: "Chase!"

The entrance of the hospital is the road, Qi Ling ran to the center of the road at a loss, just when the traffic lights changed.

"Woooo..."

He was stunned by the sound of the car horn.

The driver stuck his head out of the window and yelled, "I'm sick, I'm courting death!"

Qi Ling took a deep breath, forced herself to be calm, and walked away quickly.

He was not afraid of the traffic.

Yan He chased him out and shouted from behind: "Qi Ling...!"

Qi Ling's body trembled, and her walking speed became faster.

When another green light came on, no one was there.

Turning a street, Qi Ling waved to hail a taxi, and the taxi driver asked him to come up, seeing his appearance, he asked a symbolic question.

Qiling didn't answer, and the master didn't say any more.

After giving her home address, Qi Ling covered her face with her hands.

Tears overflowed down the fingers.

The dusty, annihilated, malevolent bustle fills the mind.

It was as if a hand was holding his face, making him look squarely at it.

Let him have to think.

The break between him and Qi Yunwei.

and the collapse of the family.

It all started with a decision by Qi Yunwei.

When Qi Yunwei sent him to a nursing home back then, he gritted his teeth through various means, except for one thing.

He can't come, and he won't come.

Qi Yunwei found a woman for him to treat his illness.

That kind of dirty way.

And he only found out today that this woman he had never seen before.

It is Zhimei.

The author has something to say: the ending is really good, please judge after reading~~QAQ~~ will explain clearly.

Well, so Zhimei is really afraid of Qi Ling, not because she hates her, but because she is also afraid of Qi's family.

The last piece, the memory is at the back, this part of the memory is spliced ​​before Chapter [-], it is the cause of the right shoulder being pierced~

In the past, there was a way to treat lesbians, which was to let men continue to QJ them. This is a gender-changing version~~

Thank you, little angel Yuyu, Lei~~~ Don’t send me blades, I love you~~~ (Erkang hands