Xiao Lang Jing

When Zhao Meng came out of the shower, he found that Song Qiran hadn't slept yet, but was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his hands in a daze under the light of the bedside lamp, waiting for him.

They did not return to the provincial capital.Zhao Meng found a few plausible reasons - the body has not fully recovered, temporary tickets are not easy to buy during the National Day - and took Song Qiran to find a hotel in Yicheng first, and stayed.

Song Xincheng also stayed in Yicheng, along with a few subordinates and those cars with special license plates.Now Song Qiran's second uncle is staying in a state-run hotel less than 1000 meters away from the hotel.Song Xincheng said that he would stay here forever and would not leave until it was confirmed that there was no risk.

Zhao Meng knew what the risk he was referring to was.Song Qiran's memories, and more videos in Yue Lan's hands, may be sent to Zhao Meng's hands at any time.

In some ways, the latter is even more difficult than the former.

Zhao Meng could tell that Song Xincheng was quite disgusted with Yue Lan's search plan.What he said still echoed in Zhao Meng's ears——

"Lawsuits between non-governmental organizations and the ruling department are meaningless farce. They want to use Qi Ran's identity to make a fuss, thinking that getting his testimony in court will increase the media exposure of the incident, which is too naive. My only The headache is those two hard drives. Once the proceedings are entered, if the submitted evidence falls into the hands of the media, the relevant content recorded in it will be very detrimental to Qi Ran. Don't forget his identity, he is The heir of the Xinmin Group is my nephew, not only will all kinds of gossip disturb his life, but more importantly, everyone outside will know that his biggest weakness is you."

Zhao Meng fully understood what Song Xincheng wanted to express.If he really develops to that point, he will become that target, become that weakness, and become the means used by all people with ulterior motives to hurt Song Qiran. He will become a thorn, the closest, softest, and most innocent to Song Qiran's side. The place of defense is the deepest.

Zhao Meng had no way to imagine, nor did he have the guts to imagine the possible consequences.

Song Qiran looked suspiciously at Zhao Meng who had just walked to the bed and suddenly started to be in a daze, and handed over a piece of white tender arm obediently and safely, and stretched it under Zhao Meng's eyelids.

"Look, there is a little red spot here." He pointed to the place where blood was drawn during the day, "but it doesn't hurt. Does it look like a needle eye?"

Zhao Meng put down the sleeves he had rolled up.

"Don't freeze, you just got rid of your fever, be careful and catch a cold again."

Song Qiran frowned.

"It would be nice to go back to the provincial capital tonight," he said, "it's warm at home. We can turn on the floor heating and roll around in bed."

He mentioned a very warm and interesting little entertainment. He thought that Zhao Meng could recover some good spirits, but who knew that Zhao Meng just tidied his clothes in a smooth manner, always looking absent-minded.

Is there something bothering him?The conditions of this hotel are not very good, and it has not yet reached the central heating month, so it seems a bit cold to wear only single clothes after taking a shower.Song Qiran put the topic of the needle's eye to the back of his mind, and poked Zhao Meng's waist with his finger.

"Brother Meng."

"what?"

"Can you measure if I still have a fever?"

"When I was in the hospital, the doctor said he had already retired." Zhao Meng responded, turning around twice, and there was no temperature measurement in the hotel room. He wondered if he should go downstairs to find out if there was a 24-hour convenience store. What, Song Qiran had already grabbed his hand.

"Measure." He put Zhao Meng's palm on his forehead and looked up at him with a smile.

Zhao Meng came to his senses, he pressed Song Qiran for a while, and then pressed his palm with Yuwen to his forehead.Lukewarm, not hot anymore.

"Not burning." He replied.

Song Qiran sat on the edge of the bed, kicking his legs.

"Measure again." He smiled mischievously, and Zhao Meng also laughed.

"You..." Zhao Meng complied with his intention, bent down, and this time directly pressed his forehead to his forehead, and Song Qiran showed a satisfied expression that was close at hand.

"How about it?"

"Very good, I really don't burn it."

Song Qiran licked his lips.

"The doctor said, this is a slight immune disorder after a sudden cold, not a viral cold."

"Ah."

"It's not contagious."

The last sentence disappeared in a breath, and the two heads with close foreheads finally touched together, forming a lingering kiss.It wasn't the first time they had kissed, but it was the first time they had playedly pecked at each other in that calm and playful way, caught, let go, entangled, and entangled again.

After all the coolness around them was dispelled, they let go of each other, Song Qiran smacked his lips, narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully:

"really interesting."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Meng asked.

"Kiss you." Song Qiran said, "Ever since I seriously thought about what kind of liking I like about you, every time I kiss you, the feeling is different."

Zhao Meng likes him talking about it with such a serious expression, Song Qiran is like some kind of pervasive little thing that can always soften his heart with all kinds of inadvertent moments.He pampered the other party, and followed his words without thinking:

"What's different?"

"It feels like looking forward to something that's been waiting for a long time."

Song Qiran thought for a while, then said,

"Have you ever had this kind of experience, that is, you want to talk to someone very much, but you have never had the right time. When the opportunity finally finds you, you can ask the other person a question, but because you are too excited , focus all your attention on the question you asked, until the question is finished, when the other party answers you, they are still thinking about whether the question you asked just now is good or not, and in the end they don’t even pay attention to what the answer is, I had no idea what kind of conversation that was."

Zhao Meng shook his head.

"I don't. You have?"

"I--"

Song Qiran paused.Strange, he was just about to speak, but what should he say.Why did he just give an example like that?

"I... don't have one either." Song Qiran searched his memory carefully, and finally said, "I haven't had many friends since I was a student. Before I met you, I didn't even know what it means to look forward to something."

Song Qiran inexplicably mentioned his student days, which reminded Zhao Meng of someone.

"Where's Wei Xiaolong, isn't he your friend?" He thought of all the small movements that Wei Xiaolong showed naturally when he was taking care of Song Qiran, and he couldn't help but also began to care about this issue that hadn't been brought to the table in detail.

"How did you know each other?"

"We," Song Qiran fell into memory for a few seconds, and his lively look faded a little bit, and he became closer to his calm and composed appearance in normal days. He told Zhao Meng calmly. : "In fact, many people don't know him well, and they mistakenly think that he has the personality he has now because he was a soldier. But in fact, when I knew him, he was already like that. A character who doesn't know how to turn, so it's only suitable to be a soldier. We are actually quite similar."

"You guys? Like?" Zhao Meng shook his head, obviously doubtful about that statement.

Song Qiran tapped the tip of his nose.

"That's because I met you now. When I was a student, I didn't pay attention to anything, and he was the same." He told Zhao Meng, "Brother Xiaolong was in the school's track and field team at that time, and it was the first time I met him. He was on the track and field team, and he won the prize. I was in charge of the American editor of the fourth page of the school newspaper. After the award ceremony, I went to interview him with the teacher from the Propaganda Department of the school party committee. I took pictures of him and the trophy, but he never smiled. I took a few pictures, and asked him if he could try to smile. He was so funny, and asked me why I made him laugh. He said he could tell that I didn’t really care about that photo, why? Don’t rush to finish filming and let him go.”

When Song Qiran said that, he moved closer to Zhao Meng as if he was telling a secret.

"You know, there are so many people in the school, and he was the only one who saw it. I was shocked. I have always paid attention to it. The Song family has been engaged in business for several lifetimes. My parents taught me since I was a child to be warm to my classmates. , Doing things should give people a sense of passion, so that it is easier to get contacts and help. But in my opinion, most of the things in school are boring, silly, and boring, and it is not worth the effort. "

"He also thinks those things are silly and boring?"

"Brother Xiaolong is different. The Sixth Middle School is a provincial key point. He was recruited from Qinghe as a sports student. His family is out of town, and he has such an unfriendly personality. Those who know him only know that he is seldom talkative. He is indifferent, and the annual tuition is paid tightly. The teacher doesn't care about him, and he doesn't have many friends. He doesn't participate in anything, like an invisible person. But he doesn't mind at all, and he never thought about it. Blending into the crowd, I think he is amazing, how can there be such a person, who is different from others, and unconsciously clings to him all the time, in a muddleheaded way, he becomes acquainted."

"Then why haven't you contacted him in these years? Last time I heard you said that you didn't know where he went after graduation."

"That," Song Qiran exhaled, "Before the college entrance examination, I had an awkward fight with him, and he fell in love."

"In love?"

"Yeah, behind my back, secretly, I was really angry, and then I..."

Song Qiran was stunned again.Then what did he do.It seems that I don't remember much.

"It's so strange." He muttered to himself, "At that time, it felt like he had betrayed me, but when I met him again this year, I couldn't get angry at all, I just felt happy. Maybe... It's been too long."

He frowned, with a faint puzzled expression on his face, trying to think about it, but couldn't grasp the crux of his thoughts.

"People's memory is like this." Zhao Meng stroked his hair to prevent him from thinking about it any longer. "You will gradually forget if you are unhappy."

"Would it be?" Song Qiran suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Meng seriously, "Will your parents calm down? If we wait a long, long time to visit them again, won't they blame you?"

Zhao Meng was not ready for this topic, he was choked.

Song Qiran understood what his silence meant.He lowered his head again.

"Then what to do, if you can't go back, you will be sad."

"Qi Ran."

Zhao Meng called him, and after pulling his gaze back to his eyes, looked into his eyes solemnly, and said:

"You answer me honestly. My family...are you going to be mad at them for what they say, what they do?"

Zhao Meng wanted him to answer honestly, but Song Qiran had promised him a long time ago that he could only tell the truth.

"Angry," he said.

Sure enough, Zhao Meng thought, just like what Song Xincheng said, thinking about it now, Song Qiran's previous repeated headaches were all when he was distressed by the attitude of his relatives.Song Qiran could feel those painful elements and would be angry about them, but he just kept restraining his emotions.

"Then when were you most annoyed?"

"When they asked you to change it." After a pause, Song Qiran said again, "Why change it, you are you, you are very good."

Zhao Meng looked at Song Qiran with soft eyes, as if being swept by the ripples of the river.

"Well, I didn't hear clearly, please say it again."

"I said, you are you, you're—good..."

Just as Song Qiran raised his head, he froze again.Where Zhao Meng didn't hear clearly, he clearly looked at himself, smiling, as if he was ready.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked stupidly, thinking about something.

"Because I'm happy after hearing what you said." Zhao Meng replied, "Sometimes things do make me feel bad, but people are not like that. When people are alive, they will always be sad. But some happy things will happen, As long as there are more happy times than sad times, any kind of injury will be healed bit by bit.”

"really?"

"real."

Zhao Meng held Song Qiran in his arms.

"I am very happy that you are by my side. So no matter what kind of hardship you think I have suffered, as long as you stay by my side long enough, it will be fine."

Song Qiran opened his eyes wide between Zhao Meng's arms.What Zhao Meng said was something he didn't know, and he didn't think about it. He had instinctive doubts for a moment, so his brows were still frowned, but those were the words Zhao Meng said, and he chewed them. It took a long time to spit out a light, short word "good".

"I still don't really like what they're doing. But, I trust you," he said.

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Special thanks to my friend hsbiheye, who has been leaving me a message since I started writing Chapter 1, thank you, I insist on writing it down, I am very happy that you like it