Lost [Transmigration Book]

Zhao Rong was directly dragged home by Qiao Nanqi.

He hadn't drunk like this for a long time, he was dizzy, and he spoke completely without thinking.

He only knew that he had said some "stupid words" that he hadn't said for many years, and the man who was already extremely depressed seemed to relax a little bit and grabbed his hand.

They stood relatively silent for a while at the corner from the bathroom aisle, and the tune of the tender love song came to an end slowly.Except for a few bouncing notes, the surrounding area was quiet, with only some voices of conversation that could not be heard from all directions.

Someone knocked down the wine bottle while drinking, and there was a crisp sound of glass breaking.

Both Zhao Rong and Qiao Nanqi came back to their senses.

Qiao Nanqi dragged him, turned around and walked out the door.

"No more alcohol in the future," said the man.

Really domineering.

Qiao Nanqi just hated the smell of alcohol, not drinking.When he was socializing or playing with people like Xia Yuantu, it wasn't true that he didn't drink at all.But drinking is a normal social method for Qiao Nanqi, but it's just not doing business properly for him.

In the past, he was not allowed to drink alcohol when this person was at home, but now he is even denied the right to drink for the rest of his life.

Fortunately there is nothing left.

He followed the man out of the bar, was awakened by the cool wind in the middle of the night, and nodded perfunctorily: "Yeah."

Then he and Qiao Nanqi went home.

Zhao Rong vomited a lot first, and then went into the bathroom.He was drenched in hot water, and half of his drunkenness subsided, only then did he realize that his wrist, which was held by Qiao Nanqi, was red, which has not subsided until now.

Usually, this dog looks gentle and has great strength.

He took a shower and walked out of the bathroom in his bathrobe.

The main light in the bedroom was not turned on, only the two small lights beside the bed were on, emitting a warm yellow light.

Qiao Nanqi thought he smelled too much alcohol, so he took a shower first, and was still awake at the moment. He was sitting by the bed and reading a book. The warm yellow light shone into his dark brown eyes, as if he was floating in the boundless sea. starlight.

His hair was still slightly wet, and the water droplets slowly slid down the side of his cheeks, easing the seriousness brought about by his sharp-edged face.

Zhao Rong paused, and his eyes followed the soft light, gently falling on Qiao Nanqi's face.

Human and dog-like.

He didn't know how many times he cursed in his heart.

As soon as he stepped forward, Qiao Nanqi raised his hand and grabbed his collar.

Zhao Rong was very proactive that night.

He knew that Qiao Nanqi didn't seem very happy - Qiao Nanqi was never very happy in front of him, but he used to be afraid that Qiao Nanqi would be dissatisfied, and he was cautious about such things, and now he doesn't care about anything , he just thought it was the last time before saying goodbye to Qiao Nanqi, but he had a lot of fun.

There is no pure looking up when the heart is moving, and there is no caution in the past year of being together.

Half drunk and half awake, Zhao Rong actually had nothing in his mind.

Qiao Nanqi suddenly pinched his chin very hard.

"You're distracted," the man said.

Zhao Rong directly raised his head, and lightly touched the corner of Qiao Nanqi's mouth with his lips.

He used to like to kiss Qiao Nanqi like this.

There is a feeling of lovers.

Qiao Nanqi stopped talking.

When Zhao Rong woke up at noon, her throat was sore and uncomfortable.

The aftermath of the hangover finally overwhelmed him. He had a splitting headache, a itchy throat, and seemed to have a fever, and his whole body ached from fear of chaos.

He wanted to drink water, but there was nothing beside the bed, and Qiao Nanqi left without knowing when—as before, he seemed to treat everything last night as an emotionless exchange.

But if you really look at it that way, it's really good.

The last toss of this breakup was quite a toss, and it was worth it.

In exchange for the time spent in the past, he spent more than a year sleeping with Qiao Nanqi, a proud man for whom the whole world existed.

Not bad.

Zhao Rong rested for a while, and found that the fever not only did not subside, but also seemed to be rising.

He got up and ordered a takeaway at random, took a fever-reducing medicine while taking the takeaway, and temporarily suppressed his body temperature before starting to pack his things.

He didn't bring many things with him more than a year ago. Although he has the habit of buying some small things, he has never displayed them. After all, he has never really regarded this place as his home.

After tidying up, there was nothing else except clothes and the odds and ends that were already in good condition, that is, some souvenirs that he was reluctant to throw away.

Zhao Rong misses the past, and once many things have a little meaning, he is no longer willing to throw them away.

While flipping through the things, he also saw a letter book with only a few pages left.

The paper has turned yellow because it has been stored in a corner for a long time, and there is still a slight dusty smell.

Zhao Rong was dizzy from the fever, and suddenly remembered that he had done such a thing.

When he was in high school, it was not yet time for the Chen family to find him back.

And he has always been thinking about Qiao Nanqi's life-saving money, and he is a reader of this world, so he naturally has a cordial affection for the hero of this world, so he has always remembered Qiao Nanqi during that time. The turning point of Qi Qi's life-Qiao Nanqi's mother committed suicide and died.

In addition to the litter of wild cats on the side of Changxi Road, he also tried to write letters.

It's nothing more than talking about who I am, expressing my gratitude constantly, and writing some warm things, thinking about making the difficult teenage years in Qiao Nanqi's original work better.

Every time he finished writing, he would secretly stuff it into the mailbox in front of Qiao Nanqi's house.

But after a long time, he found that Qiao Nanqi didn't seem to open the mailbox at all, so he never did such a stupid thing again.

There are many other stupid things like this.

For example, when he was in college, Qiao Nanqi's university was across from him and Lu Xingping's university, but their school had a large library, so Qiao Nanqi always liked to come and sit with them.

Zhao Rong gradually became familiar with the time and regularity of his visits, and even though he was not short of money, he still applied for a job as an odd job in the school library, just to watch from afar.As time goes by, he himself is a book lover. If he observes the books Qiao Nanqi reads a few times, he can probably know Qiao Nanqi's taste. Qiao Nanqi always picked it up.

Sometimes he would guess which book Qiao Nanqi would choose in the future, prepare a list of recommended similar books in advance, print it into a small note and stuff it into that book, as if the last person who read the book accidentally missed it.

At that time, he had been recognized by the Chen family, and he had to be a dude in front of Chen Ze and those people. He didn't dare to do this kind of thing blatantly. He did it secretly after the library closed, and never showed it to Qiao Nanqi. been.

It wasn't until after Qiao Nanqi's junior year that he basically didn't go to school or come to the library that Zhao Rong resigned from that part-time job.

The original work permit happened to be sandwiched in this letter.

Zhao Rong took a look, recalling the corresponding past events, his expression remained unchanged.

He probably picked up these old things from these items, went to the living room, and threw all the things into the trash can at once-the next time he came to work, he would naturally clean it up.

Throwing away what should be thrown away, he took out his copy of the marriage agreement from the safe.

The agreement did not specify when the relationship between the two would end, but it did write about the specific exchange of benefits-these were almost completed, and there was only one plot to end.

There was no clear end time when signing the contract, and the two of them did not find a legal place to do the final step of obtaining the certificate. In fact, it was Qiao Nanqi's intention.

Fortunately, fortunately.

He packed his clothes, read the agreement clause by clause again, and after confirming that he had not violated the contract, he stuffed the agreement into the suitcase, and spent the last day in this small house that was so quiet that no one else was there, dragging The suitcase passed by the small courtyard where he had waited in the wind and snow for a day more than a year ago, and got into the car directly.

There is no turning back.

He didn't send any message to Qiao Nanqi either.

Because he knew that even if he said anything about divorce, breakup, or farewell, he would only respond with "yes".

There is no great need.

He just thought in his mind.

Goodbye Qiao Nanqi, the cannon fodder has withdrawn from the hero's life, pursuing his own miserable life with nothing but a small amount of money.

Zhao Rong originally wanted to go back to his original home, where he lived when he was not with Qiao Nanqi.It is relatively close to the nursing home, so it is convenient for him to visit Zhao Ming.

But he hadn't been home for a long time, and when he opened the door, a smell of dust filled his nostrils.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to find someone to clean it up, and temporarily checked into the hotel with the suitcase.

Mrs. Yang Cheng, he tossed and tossed back and forth, and it was dark as soon as he lay down, and the antipyretics he took had long since lost their effect.

When Zhao Rong was young, her body was not well nourished, her foundation was not well established, and she often had a fever.Zhao Ming needed his care, so it was impossible to take care of him, let alone Qiao Nanqi, who only regarded him as a bed partner.Over the years, Zhao Rong has gotten used to dealing with these minor illnesses and pains.

He called the doctor with ease, put him on a bottle of drip at the hotel, and took some medicine.

When the doctor left, he buried himself in the quilt, lay tossed and turned for a while, and suddenly turned on his phone.

——If I remember correctly, when I was in college, what did Lu Xingping's major seem to be related to medicine?

He really lacks a chance to get acquainted with Lu Xingping now.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and found Lu Xingping's phone number from the address book.

The last call record was still from Lu Xingping's phone number.It was Qiao Nanqi and Lu Xingping who were at a piano exhibition and planned to drop by Qiao Nanqi's house for a meal. Qiao Nanqi's phone ran out of battery, so he called him on Lu Xingping's phone and asked him to prepare.

The time was two or three weeks ago.

Fortunately, it's not too early. Thanks to Young Master Qiao, he and Lu Xingping met more than half a month ago, and this phone call is not a long time ago.

Zhao Rong thought about the wording, and pressed Lu Xingping's phone number.

Not long after the speaker was busy, a clear male voice came from the other end, with a calm tone and a little hesitation: "...Zhao Rong?"

"Senior..." Zhao Rong finished his IV and took the medicine. In fact, his fever was already better, but he suppressed his voice on purpose, and his tone was deliberately weaker, "Are you busy?"

"Huh?" Lu Xingping was taken aback for a moment, "Not busy."

Zhao Rong coughed twice before saying, "I seem to have a fever, and I don't know how to deal with it alone in the room. Remembering that the senior is a doctor, I would like to ask the senior if he is free to help me?"

Zhao Rong really has never been a flirtatious young man with a lot of tricks. He used to chase Qiao Nanqi in a very clumsy way, but he kept showing his sincerity to Qiao Nanqi.

At this moment, I really hate the book when I use it.

He himself felt that it was too intentional after he finished speaking.

There was silence over there.

Zhao Rong was also silent for a few seconds.

Is he really a little too blunt.he thinks.

After a few more seconds, Zhao Rong was worried that his tone was a little deliberate, and was about to speak to make the call more natural, but Lu Xingping spoke first.

"Zhao Rong."

"Ok?"

"I'm a psychiatrist."

Zhao Rong: "."