Let go of the past

The white Camry stopped in front of a not-so-small fruit shop. The proprietress who was tallying the goods outside the door turned around when she heard the movement, and smiled at Li Ziqing who opened the car door and said in a familiar tone: "Go to see the old man again." ?”

Li Ziqing nodded with a smile: "Well, please trouble sister."

The proprietress smiled and said, "Ziqing is always so polite." Then she yelled at her man in the house, "Hurry up and bring out the fruit that Ziqing asked for." After speaking, she turned back to Li Ziqing and said, "You called yesterday, I It’s ready. They’re all airlifted in today, so they’re guaranteed to be fresh.”

"Thank you." Li Ziqing took out his mobile phone, followed the proprietress into the house and paid the bill at the cashier.He bumped into the boss holding two heavy boxes of fruit, happily passed by, and asked Li Ziqing, "Did I just put it in your trunk?"

Li Ziqing said politely, "Okay, I'm sorry."

As the boss continued to walk out, he said, "These two boxes of fruit are very watery and heavy. With your small body, you may have to move them twice in a while."

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the courtyard of a single-family house. Li Ziqing got out of the car and rang the doorbell on the outer wall. A middle-aged woman's voice resounded: "Who is it?"

"Li Ziqing."

The other party paused for a second before answering him: "Oh, good."

As soon as the words were finished, the black wrought iron gate slowly opened, Li Ziqing drove in, got out of the car and opened the trunk after the car came to a complete stop.He turned around and checked the distance with his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth, carried out the two boxes of fruit together, and walked towards the gate.

The doorbell rang two or three times before it opened. Behind the door stood a middle-aged woman wearing an apron. She was the one who had just spoken to Li Ziqing and was also a servant who had been at Ji's house for many years.

"Come in." Her tone was lukewarm, she stepped aside, and did not take the heavy fruit box from Li Ziqing's arms.

Li Ziqing walked in, his arms could no longer bear the weight of the two boxes of fruit, and just about to bend down to put down the things, he heard a question from above his head: "Who is it?"

The middle-aged maid looked up at the upstairs, a smile appeared on her face, and she said respectfully, "Ma'am, it's Li Ziqing."

Li Ziqing paused after putting down the box, maintaining the movement of embracing the box, straightened up and looked at the woman behind the carved guardrail on the second floor, and politely called: "Hello, Auntie."

Ji's mother looked at Li Ziqing expressionlessly, and after a while, she said coldly: "Put your things down, come in and sit down."

Li Ziqing rubbed his sore forearm and walked to the sofa in the living room on the first floor. Ji's mother came downstairs slowly, raised her chin, and said in a cold tone, "Sit down."

Li Ziqing was seated, and the maid came to deliver tea. Ji's mother quietly watched the tea slowly fill up in the cup. The upbringing of a lady penetrated into her bones, so that she maintained an extremely upright posture even at home.

When the maid stepped down, Ji's mother signaled Li Ziqing to drink tea, but Li Ziqing's arms were trembling at the moment, and he couldn't find any strength to hold the teacup, so he shook his head and refused.Ji's mother didn't even touch the tea, and the two of them just sat there looking at each other without saying a word. About three to two minutes later, Li Ziqing felt that his unconscious arm had finally recovered, so he got up and said to her, "Auntie, I'll just go to bed first." gone."

Ji's mother looked up at him, and then said slowly: "How is Ji Bing recently?"

Li Zi smiled lightly, and replied to her: "Very good, good health and smooth work."

Ji's mother hummed, and then confessed again: "Spring is coming, Ji Bing has been prone to allergies since he was a child, so let him pay attention."

Li Ziqing nodded, "I will pay attention."

When the car drove out of the villa area, the guard waved goodbye to Li Ziqing with a familiar face.

Even if you only come once a month, you should stick to it for three years, and it should be firmly remembered in your heart.

Ji Bing himself didn't know that Li Ziqing would visit Ji Bing's parents regularly.Three years ago, Ji Bing pulled Li Ziqing to come out in front of his parents resolutely, but in the end, Ji's father, who was enraged by Thunder, beat him out of the house with a stick without any explanation.Ji Bing, who had never suffered such grievances since he was a child, has severed ties with his family since then. Over the years, he has never stepped into his family's door.

In the first year, Ji's parents treated Li Ziqing like a hater. Li Ziqing waited outside the villa door all night under the pouring rain, but did not wait to open the door.Afterwards, Li Ziqing would pick a day to come over every month, and each time she would silently put her things outside the villa door, wait for a while by herself, and then leave quietly.After persisting in this way for more than a year, finally one day, after Li Ziqing put down his things, he rang the doorbell as usual, and when he turned to leave, the wrought iron gate slowly opened behind him.

Li Ziqing was very happy when he got home that night, so even Ji Bing was very excited, holding Li Ziqing to toss in every possible way on the bed, and continued to be full of energy until the middle of the night.

When Li Ziqing was in a coma, he whispered to Ji Bing's ear, "I never thought that I love you so much."

Li Ziqing came home alone, changed his clothes, washed his hands, went into the kitchen and put on an apron to prepare dinner, and when he was putting rice in the rice cooker, he remembered that Ji Bing would not be home tonight.

never mind.Li Ziqing poured all the rice into the pot, cooked some more and saved it for porridge tomorrow morning.

Ji Bing never eats leftovers, so Li Ziqing also developed the habit of accurately measuring the amount of each meal. Fortunately, his job is also extremely sensitive to data control, so he can do it with ease.

Li Ziqing scoured the rice and cooked the porridge, then went to the refrigerator to get shrimps, eggs and tomatoes, they were just enough to stir-fry two dishes, and the combination of meat and vegetables matched them very well.

At around seven o'clock, Li Ziqing brought the dishes to the table, and a small floor-to-ceiling window was carved out of the wall next to the dining table, allowing one to enjoy the night view while eating. This was one of the reasons why Ji Bing bought this house in the first place.

This more than 200-square-meter house was the one that Ji Bing refused to rent after leaving home three years ago, and led Li Ziqing to live in a hotel for a month, and also looked at the house for a month, and finally set his sights on it.At that time, the house had already been booked by someone else, but the down payment was not paid on time, so Lu Chuanbu directly contacted the developer and sold it to Ji Bing in full.

The two lived together day and night in this house for three years. When Li Ziqing occasionally recalled it, he felt embarrassed.

At eight o'clock, Li Ziqing finished his dinner alone. He put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, went to the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV, changing channels in turn in a bored manner.

During this period, Li Ziqing's cell phone did not ring.

In fact, when Ji Bing asked him yesterday, Li Ziqing's immediate refusal was indeed serious, but the next second after the refusal, he began to regret it. The fact that Xie Jiaqi is Li Ru's cousin cannot be ignored.

The reason why Li Ru hates him so much is probably because he not only broke up his good brother, but also snatched away his cousin's wishful husband.

But what can be done then?

Li Ziqing folded his legs and sat on the sofa, staring down at the lines on his palm in a daze.

Ji Bing is his lover, Li Ziqing in this life, he can give up anything, only Ji Bing, only Ji Bing can't.