Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng drove the car, and glanced at Song Qiran's face from time to time.

They had just left Song Qiran's apartment, and the words Yue Lan said an hour before they came out were still playing in their minds like echoes.

Zhao Meng still remembered the whole process of the whole conversation, the expression on Song Qiran's face changed from surprise to emotion, and finally became entangled and contradictory again.Everyone, including Yue Lan, was very clear about Song Qiran's position in this matter. He was undoubtedly in a passive victim position, and he had every right to blame anyone.He originally thought that Song Qiran would need a long time to digest the long-overdue truth.But when the conversation came to the end, when Zhao Meng stood up to send Yue Lan away, it was Song Qiran who stopped him.

Song Qiran didn't blame Yue Lan for sending the video directly before, and he didn't ask Yue Lan, the only possible insider, to ask Liu Nengbin's whereabouts. He had already seen the cars parked downstairs through the window and knew Song Xincheng People must be guarding below. Once Yue Lan walks out of that door, she will be taken away by Song Xincheng immediately. If everything is really an intentional harm as she said, then Song Xincheng will not let anyone in the session go. .

That was not what Song Qiran wanted to see.

He survived the rehabilitation center, survived the first ten years of the walking dead, and also survived the anxiety at the moment when he felt that he might go crazy in the next second at the early stage of memory recovery. Now Song Qiran feels emotional, grateful, and grateful. Tired, but only without hatred.

It takes too much energy to hate a person across eternity, but now Song Qiran just wants to use all the remaining vitality to make up for the time missed by himself and Zhao Meng.

He took Yue Lan's hand and asked her carefully:

"Then Liu Nengbin...is he okay now?"

Zhao Meng will never forget the expression on Yue Lan's face at that moment.

Yue Lan didn't answer that question, she just shook her head, then withdrew her hand, and made her last request to Song Qiran: "Don't blame him, okay?"

Song Qiran didn't hesitate for long.This time, he answered Yue Lan with certainty.

"I don't blame him."

Zhao Meng was sure that Song Qiran should have guessed the answer at that moment.In fact, even he himself guessed all kinds of things before and after Yue Lan opened his mouth. Zhao Meng still remembered that when he had just inquired about the address of Qinghe Rehabilitation Center from Wei Xiaolong, he had a Someone visited the old site, where he heard the old man at the door inadvertently mentioning that the closure of the old rehabilitation center was directly related to the time when a patient fell to his death six years ago.He guessed who it was.He didn't understand why Yue Lan had such a strong obsession with the issue of class action before, but now, he can somewhat understand.

Song Qiran didn't say anything.After sending Yue Lan away, he only asked Zhao Meng that he wanted to go to a place.Zhao Meng agreed.

The car he was driving stopped beside a street that both he and Song Qiran were extremely familiar with, next to No. [-] Middle School of the city.

Song Qiran said he wanted to take a look at the flag-raising platform before sunset, Zhao Mengxin understood, and taking advantage of the time when people were coming and going from school to school, he led him into the campus through the side door, to the playground behind the teaching building.

The playground is still very lively. The sports students training around the track and the boys playing basketball in twos and threes will make a lot of noise from time to time.Zhao Meng and Song Qiran sat down side by side on the steps of the rostrum. Facing the noisy voices, they only felt that their sides were surprisingly calm.

Song Qiran turned his eyes to the flag mast on the rostrum.The golden yellow of the setting sun dyes everything in sight into a warm and nostalgic color.

He could finally recall how he felt when he stood under the rostrum like this, looking up at Zhao Meng's speech.

"Do you still remember that your sub-bureau once held a safety knowledge lecture in the No. [-] Middle School?" Song Qiran asked.

To be honest, Zhao Meng remembered, but only left a very faint impression.It was just an insignificant episode in his life. The leader explained the task, memorized a few paragraphs of material, and then went to the stage to give a speech for about 10 minutes, and then welcomed the students to ask questions.How unforgettable can it be?

But now he knew that Song Qiran was also in the audience that day.And as a student representative, he was arranged by the teacher in the front row closest to the rostrum early in the morning, and asked him questions with a microphone.

They had a brief conversation and possibly even made eye contact.

Zhao Meng couldn't imagine Song Qiran's mood at that time.

"The teacher arranged a total of six student representatives to ask questions." Song Qiran told him, "The questioning time cannot exceed one minute. Guess how many questions I have prepared?"

"How many?" Zhao Meng looked at Song Qiran's side face and asked with downcast eyes.His eyes were full of Song Qiran's serene face, as if it had been coated with a layer of oil paint by the afterglow, making the face reflected in his eyes soft and deep, as if it was about to be completely sucked into the pupils.

"I prepared more than 20, and I tried to guess the official answer for each question. Let's see which question you can answer for a longer time." After Song Qiran finished speaking, he laughed, "It's my turn. When you ask a question, you look over at once, I was too nervous, I forgot all the things I prepared, and in the end I didn’t even know what I asked.”

It is quite naive, and judging from the results, it is indeed a useless effort.Even if Zhao Meng left a little impression of him at the beginning, neither of them would sit here and have this conversation today.

After much deliberation, he was still a little discouraged.He turned around and poked Zhao Meng's arm.

"Am I that unlovable?"

Zhao Meng grabbed Song Qiran's wrist.

"What nonsense. I've never seen anyone cuter than you."

Song Qiran had a look of disbelief.

"Cute, I didn't see you recognize me."

Zhao Meng smiled.

"How old were you then? To me, that's a child. If I have thoughts about a child, I'm still a human being. It's not that I didn't notice you, but I didn't dare to pay more attention to you at all."

"At that time? How many years older than me were you at that time, and how many years older than me now, what's the difference?"

"Of course it's different," Zhao Meng said seriously, "You were 36 when I was 28, and you were only eighteen when I was 26. If I met you when I was 16, you were only eight years old. You jumped in front of me and said that you want to marry me, and I might be able to answer you with a good brother marrying you to make you happy, but even if I really said that, can you believe it? "

Song Qiran imagined the scene in Zhao Meng's description, what the 16-year-old Zhao Meng looked like, Zhao Dong said that the eldest brother is always fierce, and Song Qiran, as a child who grew up surrounded by soft words, let alone Being taught a lesson by hand, and people around him seldom say harsh words to him, if the eight-year-old Song Qiran really saw the vicious Zhao Meng, he would probably hide behind the adults.

"Then if I really ran to you when I was in high school and told you directly that I like you, would you agree?" He asked again.

"Do you want to listen to the truth or lies?" Zhao Meng answered while rubbing his chin.

"I don't listen to anything." Song Qiran said first, "I know, you will definitely not answer me, you will probably be startled by me, and in turn teach me that I don't know what liking is."

After hearing this, Zhao Meng smiled and looked at Song Qiran with narrowed eyes.

"You really understand." He stretched out his hand and rubbed Song Qiran's hair vigorously. No matter what time it was, he always liked to do it that way. Song Qiran's hair was soft, scratching his palms and itching, "How much do you observe me? Be careful, little guy."

Song Qiran didn't answer.

"So you can't do it at the age of eight, and you can't do it at the age of 28. On the contrary, you can only be willing to stay with me when you are [-] years old." He concluded, "Do you know what I was thinking just now?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking, I don't regret that so many things happened in the middle. I don't blame myself, and I don't blame others. With the experience in the rehabilitation center, I can meet you at the most suitable time. Don't I don't care about anything right now."

Zhao Meng was stunned.The eyes he looked at Song Qiran suddenly became hot and humid, and the soreness on the back of his eyes gradually spread to his nose. Zhao Meng took a deep breath and said to Song Qiran in a hoarse voice:

"I'm too slow. Thank you for waiting for me for so long."

Song Qiran pursed his lips and smiled.

In fact, when he proposed to return to the No. [-] Middle School, he was not sure what the purpose of returning was.

Now he is here, sitting on the concrete steps looking at the whitish rubber runway, the picture of the old boy standing there persistently looking up at the stage appeared in front of his eyes, he seemed to feel the feeling of being sweated by the sun The heat is back, the hotter he is, the more blushing and heartbeat, the person he likes is right in front of him, he was so close to him, but there is no reason to ask him to look at him seriously.

"Yes, thank you." Song Qiran repeated in a murmur.

He said that to his past self.

Thank you for not giving up, thank you for working so hard and becoming a better person.Now he finally had a reason that made Zhao Meng unable to say no again.The decade that the two missed together was like a track, firm and entangled enough to bind them together for the rest of their lives.

Maybe no one would believe it, but now Song Qiran really felt that he was very lucky.

Compared with other people who have been in the rehabilitation center, he does not know how much happier he is. His family always feels guilty for him. No matter what decision he makes, he is gentle and tolerant. His future partner accepts him as part of the family, his second uncle loves him, and sends his most powerful assistant to another city to worry about these trivial things. The people he likes also like him, Zhao Meng takes pity on him and loves him He cared for him without any trace, and even faced the incomprehension from his family for him, even then he never left his side even for a moment.

He has his own business, has hard-working employees who work together, and has a partner who has cooperated for many years with a deep understanding and generous acceptance of his sexual orientation. Even the sequelae that have plagued him for many years have gradually recovered under the careful care of doctors.

Right now, it seems that there is only perfection left in my life, without any bitterness that can be criticized.

But it shouldn't be like that.He shouldn't be the only one who gets good results.

Song Qiran suddenly clenched Zhao Meng's hand that was holding him.

Zhao Meng noticed his emotional change and cast him a questioning look.And Song Qiran returned a gentle and firm look.

"I've decided." He said to Zhao Meng, "I want to help with the class action that Yue Lan mentioned."

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Entering the class action stage means the end, thank you for supporting them through the most difficult stage