High Leng Xueba is a coquettish monster

After that night, Lu Qing clearly felt that Qi Ran no longer treated him like before.

Although he still regularly sends good morning and evening messages to remind him to eat on time, it is not as pressing as before. Even if Lu Qing deliberately does not reply, he will not hold on to it, but find another topic very naturally, or Just end the conversation.

As the end of the semester was approaching, Lu Qing gradually became busy. For a while, he didn't receive many WeChat messages from Qi Ran, which even made him doubt whether he really had a close relationship with Qi Ran.

But in fact, Qi Ran has been "dangling" around him all the time. Every time Lu Qing works part-time in a restaurant at night, he can always catch a glimpse of someone with a chair in his pocket at the door of the shop from the corner of his eye.

The man wore a low black peaked cap, his eyes were completely covered by the brim of the hat, but Lu Qing could always feel a hot gaze sticking to him.

The sight came and went quickly, and every time Lu Qing wanted to look up seriously, he only saw the windy corner of his clothes.

Qi Ran's sense of rhythm is well grasped, not only knowing how to disrupt his thoughts quickly, but also knowing how to give him time to calm down.

He was no longer as aggressive as usual, making him feel at a loss, but gave him a lot of time to think about many things quietly.

Want to Qi Ran has always emphasized "you should know."

Think of Lu Shilin's alcohol addiction and incurable serious illness.

I think he has to pay back the large sum of money he owes for medical treatment.

He even thought about where the boy would be, who he would be doing with and what he would be doing after the initial idea of ​​running away quickly came true...

A snowflake gradually fell and landed on his empty neck.

Lu Qing was shivered by the ice, raised his head, only to find that the first snow had fallen, and the dense snowflakes from the sky floated down like petals, forming a puddle of water stains on his shoulders.

He was stunned for a moment, sniffed slightly, then clenched the thermos in his hand, and walked towards the hospital.

Lu Qing bought the rice in the thermos from a small restaurant around the hospital. Because he was afraid of being chilled by the cold air in early winter, he asked the clerk to put it inside.

The smell of the hospital's special disinfectant water was still so strong, Lu Qing did not stop, and came to Lu Shilin's ward with ease.

Lu Shilin fell from upstairs and broke his leg, and was found to have advanced liver cancer. He has been lying on the hospital bed for two or three weeks. This should be a desperate situation, but it doesn't seem so sad.

At this moment, his legs were tied with bandages, and he looked at the ceiling wondering what he was thinking.

Lu Qing walked over and put the thermos bucket on the bedside table.

The aunt on the next bed saw Lu Qing coming, she nodded slightly, then closed the curtain and looked away.

Lu Shilin saw Lu Qing, with no expression on his face, struggling to sit up from the bed, stretched his neck to look behind Lu Qing, and asked him, "Where's my wine?"

There has never been such a thing as "alcohol" in the hospital. Lu Shilin is heavily addicted to alcohol and almost never leaves alcohol every day. For him, physical pain is far less uncomfortable than not drinking alcohol.

So he pestered nurses or doctors everywhere to ask for alcohol, and even tried to fool the family members of patients who were not in the bed to bring him alcohol from outside.

Everyone in the hospital avoided this alcoholic, and over time, Lu Shilin was treated with cold eyes by more and more people in the hospital.

Lu Qing paused, looking at his father with questioning eyes, he stretched out his hands, both of which were empty.

His voice was indifferent: "No."

"Why are you here without wine?" Lu Shilin's voice became louder, he thought for a while, and then said: "It's not the weekend, you don't have to go to school?"

"I'll leave with a meal for you," Lu Qing answered immediately, "I have evening self-study."

As he spoke, he opened the folding table on the bed, took the thermos bucket and placed the meals on the table one by one, and then sat on the chair beside the bed, staring at the floor without speaking.

Lu Shilin glanced at the food. Although it wasn't very good, it had both meat and vegetables, and it looked pretty good.

But he didn't have any appetite, so he slapped the food a few times indiscriminately, and said in distaste: "You don't need to come, I'll go to the hospital cafeteria to eat well."

Lu Qing didn't reply, but still stared at the floor, breathing steadily, and there was no wave in his eyes.

The sound of Lu Shilin sipping food came from next to his ear, and it could be heard that the other party was not feeling well, and his swallowing time was a little slow.

When Lu Shilin finally finished eating, Lu Qing's clear voice sounded: "Are you feeling okay?"

Lu Shilin lay down on the pillow again, and lazily said, "It's nothing."

He paused, and added: "If you care about your dad, bring me some wine, this shabby hospital doesn't even have wine."

Take it for granted.

Lu Qing was silent again, this time longer, and he sighed softly when the second hand on the wall had turned several times.

"Dad." Lu Qing turned his head and looked at Lu Shilin, "Do you know what disease you have?"

"I know." Lu Shilin answered immediately, "It's cancer!"

His eyebrows were raised, his tone was contemptuous, and he tried to pretend to be indifferent, but it was not difficult for people to hear the tremor in his voice.

Lu Qing sneered in his heart, and the words he said were a little helpless: "Can you stop pretending..."

Don't act like you don't care.

You are obviously scared to death.

However, Lu Shilin seemed to be shocked by something, his casual expression faded instantly, and then his face turned cold.

He frowned, and his voice suddenly became louder: "What are you talking about? What am I pretending to be?"

The shouts exploded in the quiet ward, and people in the surrounding beds all watched over.

Lu Shilin didn't seem to notice it, his eyes were wide open, his face was stained with anger, his mouth was open, and he wanted to continue shouting.

Seeing that something was wrong, Lu Qing immediately said, "It's nothing, I'm going to school first."

After speaking, he stood up with a "swipe", quickly packed up the unfinished food on the bed, and walked out of the ward without looking back, carrying the thermos bucket.

He walked quickly through the turns, thinking about blowing the cold wind outside.

It was already dark, and as soon as Lu Qing rushed out of the hospital gate, the cold air outside the window hit him like sea waves, he shivered involuntarily, but his head became much clearer.

He didn't say anything about borrowing usury for Lu Shilin's illness, but Lu Shilin never asked about it, so he lived in the hospital very naturally.

Lu Qing wanted to say this matter countless times when Lu Shilin was about to explode, telling him "whether you can live or not depends on me.", but she couldn't say it every time.

Now it's getting worse and later, at first I was thinking about how to escape as soon as possible, but now it seems to be getting tighter and tighter.

He felt a little uncomfortable, his heart was blocked, but the weather was cold, and the air he inhaled was cold, which made his chest tighter.

He shook his head, and the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He picked it up and saw that it was another WeChat message sent to him by Qi Ran.

Already sent three sentences in a row.

Ran: Have you had dinner?

Ran: There is a rice noodle shop next to your school that is delicious.

Burning: You can try it

Lu Qing took a cursory look, and felt a little wanting to laugh. Qi Ran seemed to live in his body, and always hit him like this when his emotions fluctuated the most.

His heart moved slightly, and just as he was about to open the input box and send a "hmm.", another message came.

But this time it was voice.

Lu Qing was stunned for a moment, usually he rarely used voice to chat with Qi Ran, because he didn't really want to talk, so he basically typed.

He looked at the little red dot next to the voice bar for a while, then pressed his voice loudly, and put the phone's sound hole to his ear.

Qi Ran's gentle and magnetic voice came like this: "It's snowing for the first time today, did you see it?"

Because it is facing the ear, it is really as if the lips are close together.

Lu Qing couldn't help shaking, and just about to put down the phone, Qi Ran's next voice automatically played: "Remember to wear a scarf, don't catch a cold."

He was stunned, feeling the coldness on his neck, it turned out that the cold wind kept piercing his empty neck.

He didn't really feel a little cold until now.

For a moment, I couldn't tell what it felt like, it was a bit sour, and with a bit of inexplicable numbness, it seemed to go straight up into the sky and hit his head.

He ignored it, but wrapped his already thin clothes tightly, and prepared to ride a bicycle to school for evening self-study.

It was getting darker and darker, and the wind was blowing in my ears.

But before riding a few steps, Lu Qing felt something was obviously wrong.

The weather is getting colder, and there are fewer pedestrians on the road. The road he walked is not considered a busy area, and it should be a place with few people.

But he always felt that someone was following him.

There was more than one person, he judged from the "buzzing" electric car behind him.

Lu Qing secretly had a bad idea in her heart. After riding for a while, she saw an intersection, and just about to turn to a place with a little more cars, she was suddenly stopped by an electric car that appeared from the side.

Before he had time to stabilize his bicycle, he was blocked by an electric car on the other side. After he realized it, the people on the car had already got off, and they half pushed and half pulled him to a corner that was inaccessible. inside.

He frowned, and just about to fight his stomach with his elbows, he was suddenly stopped by another person, and then he was pushed to the ground forcefully.

Lu Qing slowed down and looked up.

The person who came was tall and looked to be in his twenties or thirties. He was wearing a leather jacket and had tattoos on his exposed arm.Followed by a few younger brothers.

A loan shark.

He immediately became vigilant, stood up and patted the dust on his clothes, and touched the mobile phone in his pocket while no one was paying attention, and clenched it tightly.

The other party seemed to have noticed his small movements, but he didn't do anything, probably because he didn't care at all.

The voice of the leader sounded: "Little friend, I have called you several times, what do you mean by not answering?"

Lu Qing didn't reply to him, and said another sentence to him in a calm tone: "There are still a few days before the end of the month."

The man in black seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but then he reacted and laughed out loud: "Don't worry, I'm not here to press for money. The most important thing for us businessmen is trust, right? You can't lie to a child, right?"

Lu Qing stepped back, eyes full of doubts, and asked leisurely: "Then what are you doing here?"

"Don't be so shy," the man raised his chin, "Come talk to us, what do you guys like in high school now?"

Several younger brothers around echoed.

Lu Qing didn't return, still staring at him with a pair of vigilant eyes.

But the man didn't seem to see it, his eyes turned around and around him, and finally fell on the thermos bucket he was carrying.

However, Lu Qing felt chills because of the exposed eyes of the other party. Before he had time to feel sick, he heard a light voice: "I think you haven't eaten since you came out of the hospital. Let's go and eat with my brothers." .”

As they spoke, a group of people walked towards Landing Tilt.

"Don't come here." Lu Qing yelled, and took a big step back, only to find that there were walls all around.

He clenched his hands into fists and said, "I will pay back the money on time."

"Oh." The man laughed, "I told you it wasn't for money."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lead man's arm almost touched Lu Qing's. Just as he was about to reach out to wrap his arms around Lu Qing's shoulder, he was suddenly thrown forcefully, and then he slammed into the wall next to him with a "bang".

Lu Qing moved away a little while the group of people were stupefied, and wanted to run away.

But the other party reacted quickly, shouting "Stop!" while grabbing Lu Qing's clothes and dragging him back.

Lu Qing was pulled violently, only feeling some sharp pain from the clothes rubbing against his skin, and then he was thrown heavily against the concrete wall, causing his face to hurt.

He reacted, raised his leg vigorously and kicked back, turned over, and threw his fist at the man's face.

He couldn't tell who was who, and he punched and kicked anyone he caught.

But helplessly outnumbered, even though Lu Qing's speed and strength were good, he was finally restrained, and two or three people pressed him against the wall.

The man was full of anger, raised his foot and kicked his calf again, and said viciously: "Why are you running! Isn't it just to have a meal together?"

Lu Qing stared at him, his eyes seemed to breathe fire, and just as he was about to reply, he heard footsteps on the street.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared in sight.

Lu Qing could tell it was Qi Ran at a glance.