you are my tomorrow

Han Qing has imprisoned Wu Bin for more than half a month, but he has never said where he got the raw materials of "Jesus Perfume", because the raw material suppliers of such high-end drugs basically live in seclusion in the mountains and forests , The contact method is also single, usually only a few people can contact the raw material supplier, so Wu Bin does not say, it is difficult for Han Qing to have a clue.

It was less than a week before Meng Qinghuan took the postgraduate entrance examination. He simply closed the clinic temporarily and spent every day in the library until the library closed at 9:[-] pm. After buying dinner, I went directly to the library to find Meng Qinghuan, and after eating in the restaurant downstairs, I would follow up to find some books to read, and then send Meng Qinghuan home. Such a regular and comfortable life would occasionally make Han Qing wonder if It would be nice for Wu Bin not to talk about raw material suppliers for the rest of his life, so that he could live this kind of life with Meng Qinghuan for the rest of his life. I will always adjust myself to the most relaxed state and not think about anything.

When he was in the library, Han Qing would occasionally look through the books Meng Qinghuan brought. One day he saw Meng Qinghuan took a psychology book. After some research on hypnotism, Han Qing also read the chapter on hypnotism, and suddenly thought of Wu Bin.

In the evening, Han Qing took Meng Qinghuan home as usual, but when Meng Qinghuan was about to get off the car, Han Qing stopped him.

"Is there anything else?" Meng Qinghuan seemed a little tired. The exam was coming in a few days. When he returned home every day, he would read a little more and wake up earlier in the morning, so he was not energetic.

Seeing that Han Qing didn't say anything, Meng Qinghuan looked at Han Qing seriously. Han Qing especially liked Meng Qinghuan's eyes, especially when he was serious, they would be very bright. "What are you going to do?" Meng Qinghuan looked at Han Qing impatiently. Qing, unexpectedly, Han Qing pecked his lips lightly, just like that night, Meng Qinghuan's face suddenly turned red.

"Go to bed early at night, the exam is 4 days away, you should relax, I will pick you up the day after tomorrow, and go out with you for a day." Han Qing wanted to steal the fishy cat, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Oh, okay." Meng Qinghuan seemed to be afraid that Han Qing would kiss him again, got out of the car quickly, closed the door, the two said goodbye to each other, and Han Qing started the car and drove to his home.

After returning home, Han Qing went to the small barn as usual. Wu Bin was still tied behind the chair with his hands tied, his head was lowered for a nap, and when he heard someone coming in, he slowly raised his head. Smiling, Han Qing half squatted down and looked at Wu Bin with the same smile back.

"I know, you still don't want to say it, right? It's okay, you can spend your time as much as you want, I'm not in a hurry." Han Qing looked at the wound on Wu Bin's forehead from the last bump. Although it had healed, it was already red and swollen. The day didn't go away, he raised his hand, Wu Bin leaned back his neck defensively, but Han Qing's hand still pressed hard on the wound, Wu Bin grunted in pain, "Why is it still here?" Doesn’t the swelling go away? I’ll ask a doctor to come and see you in a few days, otherwise if you die from this infection, it’s not worth it, right?” Han Qing stood up and looked at Wu Bin He smiled, but that smile made Wu Bin puzzled. He didn't know what Han Qing was planning. Han Qing walked out of the warehouse, told the two people at the door to watch the door, and went back to the bedroom.

The next day, the weather was fine, and it was sunny in the morning. Han Qing came downstairs to Meng Qinghuan's house at the appointed time. Meng Qinghuan asked him where he wanted to take him to play, but Han Qing kept keeping it secret. When Meng Qinghuan went downstairs and got into the car, Han Qing drove out of the city and got on the expressway to I city.

"Are we going to City I?" Meng Qinghuan finally understood, Han Qing nodded with a smile, Meng Qinghuan looked at the sky outside, the weather seemed to be really good, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Han Qing opened the CD, and soft piano music flowed out from it. This was a piano piece that he pestered Comet to record for him when he and Comet were both on vacation. Listen carefully to the piano pieces, most of them are Beethoven's works.

"Do you like Beethoven very much?" Meng Qinghuan's mood seemed to be affected by the weather outside. Without books, it was indeed a lot easier.

"It's okay. My friend likes Beethoven. I asked him to record this for me."

"Your friend? Do you have a friend who can play the piano?" Meng Qinghuan looked at Han Qing in surprise. He did not expect that Han Qing, who was in the underworld, would have such a friend, and the music on this CD seemed to be played very professionally Not like a novice, "Is that the one I saw last time?"

"He used to play the piano, but then his hand was injured and he couldn't play anymore. I have another very good friend. His piano is an expert level. When I have a chance, I will take you to meet him." After saying this, Han Qing felt a little regretful. Although he had already planned to tell Meng Qinghuan his real identity after the mission was completed, because he didn't want to keep any secrets from Meng Qinghuan, but if he was brought to see Zhongyi and Comet, may really need a chance.

Meng Qinghuan looked at Han Qing enviously, "It's nice to have friends who can play the piano, unlike me, basically I don't have any friends, and some of them are all doctors, and they talk about medical things, nothing new."

"By the way, I also want to ask you, do you have friends who study psychology, or do you know any psychologists? Especially those who know hypnotism."

"Well... I know two of them, and they know how to use hypnotism. What's the matter? Does anyone need hypnotherapy?"

"Then introduce one to me, the sooner the better, I need help with something."

"Are you going to hypnotize?"

"No, it's someone else." Han Qing felt that Meng Qinghuan was looking at Han Qing in bewilderment, and he still had a little distrust, "Don't worry, I won't let your friend have an accident. It's just that someone is going to betray us recently. I asked him a lot. Did he tell any of our secrets this time, that person just didn’t tell, so I want to try hypnotizing him.”

"You really promise my friend will be okay?"

"Really, trust me, I'm here, there's no time, you can look for it after you finish the exam."

Han Qing gave Meng Qinghuan a reassuring look, and Meng Qinghuan nodded suspiciously, but still seemed a little uneasy.

When they arrived in City I, Han Qing drove directly to the beach. After parking the car in the parking lot, the two got out of the car and went to the beach.

Although the sea breeze in spring is still a bit cool, it blows very comfortably. There are some seabirds flying on the sea. Meng Qinghuan, who has smelled too much city exhaust, runs to the seaside like a child, and spreads his arms to blow the wet sea breeze away. Putting it into his arms, he even yelled a few times towards the sea, slapping his face after being exhausted for the past few days, Han Qing walked to Meng Qinghuan's side unhurriedly, imitating Meng Qinghuan's example, and also yelled a few times towards the sea, Happiness seemed to be contagious, and Han Qing's mood seemed to improve for no reason. He looked sideways at Meng Qinghuan, who was smiling and taking a deep breath of fresh air, and couldn't help laughing.

The two sat on the beach, quietly blowing the sea breeze for a while, and their hearts rose and fell like waves.

"Qinghuan, do you like the sea?"

"I like it. He has the broadest mind and can accommodate everything. I have thought about it. When I am old, I will move to the seaside to live. After I die, I will let the children scatter my ashes into the sea. You can always be with the sea."

Hearing the next two sentences, Han Qing's smiling face slowly disappeared, and he looked at Meng Qinghuan seriously. Meng Qinghuan felt that something was wrong with Han Qing, so he put away his smile, looked at Han Qing, and realized after a few seconds of reaction. It seems that I said something wrong, but I also feel that I seem to be right.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Meng Qinghuan smiled awkwardly.

"No, it's nothing." Han Qing shook his head and smiled reluctantly, "I heard that there is a spring market nearby that sells everything. Do you want to go and see it?"

"...Okay, it's good to buy some souvenirs." Meng Qinghuan nodded, Han Qing stood up first, patted the sand on his hands, and pulled Meng Qinghuan up again, and the two went to the market after inquiring.

The market is not far from the seaside, and it takes only a few minutes to get there. It really sells everything here, such as seafood, tourist souvenirs, and some small game items. The two of them looked east and west. The atmosphere was a little depressed just now. It doesn’t matter, Meng Qinghuan seems to be particularly interested in a booth that uses guns to shoot balloons in exchange for gifts. He fell in love with a small house decoration made of shells, but it takes 30 bullets to exchange. Meng Qinghuan excitedly tried a few shots , but on the shelf 2 meters away, none of the balloons hit. Han Qing couldn't help being amused by Meng Qinghuan's disappointed expression. Meng Qinghuan felt that he didn't want to waste money, so he pulled Han Qing to leave, but Han Qing threw him a " Trust me" eyes, and then bought 30 bullets from the boss.

"Do you really want that little house?" Han Qing put the bullet in his hand and confirmed it to Meng Qinghuan again. Meng Qinghuan nodded, "Then it's up to me." Han Qing put the first bullet into the gun Bore, aim, and launch. In less than a minute, five balloons burst in succession. Meng Qinghuan thought it was just luck for Han Qing. , Meng Qinghuan began to change from suspicion to affirmation, he couldn't help giving Han Qing a thumbs up, the boss also sweated, and the tourists at the booth next to him heard that someone had been shot with 1 bullets in a row, and they all gathered around to watch .

"There are still 20 rounds left, don't you give me more energy?" Han Qing looked at Meng Qinghuan as if asking for credit, and Meng Qinghuan squeezed his shoulders flatteringly.

"come on!"

Han Qing nodded vigorously, and then launched an impact on the balloons on the shelf. As you can imagine, the next 20 bullets also hit 20 balloons without stopping. The small house was handed over to Meng Qinghuan, and he mumbled that the shells were of the highest quality, so he bought 30 bullets.

"That can't be helped, who told me to be so lucky." Han Qing raised his eyebrows, with an expression of nothing to do with me.

"Are you a soldier? The soldier came and smashed my stall." The boss was so angry that he deliberately raised an argument.

"Boss, you have good eyesight. I used to be a soldier, but not now." Meng Qinghuan, who had been watching the small house carefully, was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Han Qing suspiciously. Han Qing glanced at Meng Qinghuan with a smile, and pulled Followed Meng Qinghuan out of the crowd.

It was close to noon, and both of them were hungry, so they sat down at a seafood restaurant on the shore, ordered a few dishes, and after drinking and eating, they went shopping in the market in the afternoon. When it was dark, the two of them After finishing dinner in City I, he set foot on his way home. It was past 10 o'clock when he reached Meng Qinghuan's house, and Han Qing sent Meng Qinghuan upstairs.

"Thank you for taking me out today and helping me win such a good prize." Meng Qinghuan poured a glass of water for Han Qing who was sitting on the sofa, then sat next to Han Qing, pointed to the shell house on the coffee table, and thanked Han Qing Looking at Han Qing.

"I don't need to be so polite with me, I'm happy." Han Qing waved his hand, seeing Meng Qinghuan happy, he felt the happiest thing in the world.

Meng Qinghuan lowered his eyebrows and looked at the little house with a smile, as if he really liked it, but Han Qing's smile gradually disappeared. Meng Qinghuan felt that although Han Qing smiled all day long, he seemed to be thoughtful sometimes, as if he was thinking about it. Thinking about something, "You don't seem very happy today."

"No……"

"What 'no'? You weren't smiling just now." Meng Qinghuan looked at Han Qing with disgust.

"Qinghuan," Han Qing took a deep breath, and Meng Qinghuan responded softly, "I've thought about it...I have a question for you."

"Ask." Seeing Han Qing's serious look, Meng Qinghuan put down the little house and looked at Han Qing seriously.

"Didn't you say that when you get old, you want to live by the sea, then... When you get old, don't ask others to scatter your ashes for you, let me scatter your ashes for you, okay?"

Meng Qinghuan stared blankly at Han Qing, and lowered her head after understanding the meaning behind the question.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I'm serious. If you think my current job is not good, I can only tell you that now I have to complete something. After this task is completed and your graduate student is finished, we will go to the beach Life, now I have enough money to buy a house as beautiful as this, and when you open a clinic by the sea while studying, I will start a small business and live together, okay?" Han Qing pointed Pointing to the shell house on the table, he waited earnestly for Meng Qinghuan's answer.

Meng Qinghuan lowered his head and pondered for a long time, "Can you let me think about it?"

"Okay, I can wait."

Coming out of Meng Qinghuan's house, Han Qing got into the car, and instead of rushing away, he lit a cigarette, let the smoke enter his lungs slowly, and then exhaled the white smoke, like a kind of reincarnation.

Today, Meng Qinghuan said that he would let his children scatter his ashes into the sea, which made Han Qing's desire to settle down and stop doing things for Uncle Song suddenly became very strong. He could not guarantee that Uncle Song would let him He left, but he was afraid that Meng Qinghuan's heart would be farther and farther away from him, so he first expressed his thoughts to Meng Qinghuan, and he could only take one step at a time in the future.