Lost [Transmigration Book]

The staff on the side had already packed up the scattered billiard balls. Qiao Nanqi raised his long pole and pointed it at the balls piled up on the table without looking at Xia Yuantu.

But his eyes fell on the pool table, but he unconsciously listened to the busy signal on Xia Yuantu's phone.It was the sound when the other side of the phone was not picked up. Zhao Rong seemed to have set a ringtone. It was not a monotonous busy tone, but a melodious love song. heard.

When Qiao Nanqi called Zhao Rong, he was always picked up as soon as the call was made, and the wait was only a few seconds at most.If he didn't answer after a few seconds, he would just press it. Anyway, Zhao Rong would call back as soon as he saw it.

In his memory, this song has always been the prelude of only a few notes.

This is the first time he heard the lyrics after the intro.

Although this song is not a long or magnificent sonata, it is unexpectedly soft, and the notes hit the eardrums bit by bit. Even waiting makes people more patient.But this kind of tune is a little different from Zhao Rong in Qiao Nanqi's impression in the past few years. It is not that the mountains are indistinct and open, but it is similar to Zhao Rong who is only a teenager, clean, distant and quiet. .

Qiao Nanqi thought of Zhao Rong's appearance in school uniform, and suddenly realized that this memory is still very clear.

Unknowingly, the busy tone with the song suddenly cut off - no one answered the phone.

Xia Yuantu stepped forward in frustration: "Did Zhao Rong not save my phone number?"

He looked at Qiao Nanqi, and although he didn't say anything, the meaning was obvious - Qiao Nanqi might have picked it up.

It's just that Qiao Nanqi usually doesn't like them getting too involved in this kind of matter. They are a little afraid of Qiao Nanqi, and Xia Yuantu still dare not say too much.

Usually at times like this, Qiao Nanqi would ignore him.

But today, Mr. Qiao put down his club, and the hem of his windbreaker tightened with his movements. The man took out his mobile phone from his inner pocket.

In the address book that comes with the phone, Zhao Rong's phone number is just saved as a very simple "zr" note, and I don't know when it was saved for convenience this year, and it has never been changed since then.In the past few years, Qiao Nanqi has always been pressing down on things, busy with other things, and many things in this area have not been sorted out in the phone. Now that everything is almost settled, he realizes that the note is sloppy.

Qiao Nanqi tapped the note with his fingertips and paused.

Will change it to a name later.

He pressed it down.

The busy tone that I had heard once just now came again.

Qiao Nanqi was already prepared to be cut off by Zhao Rong's voice as soon as the prelude started.

Forget it, he took the initiative to call Zhao Rong this time, and it was considered a concession.

Maybe these days, Zhao Rong is really angry that he didn't tell him about the Chen family.But Qiao Nanqi didn't implicate Zhao Rong in all this, and he didn't plan to end the marriage agreement with Zhao Rong. He had already acquiesced in Zhao Rong's existence and was willing to keep Zhao Rong by his side all the time.

He didn't want Zhao Rong to be missing when he returned home this time.

This has been a rare concession in Qiao Nanqi's life for nearly 30 years.

But as he thought about it, the busy tone actually played the whole segment melodiously, and then stopped.

--Nobody answers the phone.

Xia Yuantu felt the drop in air pressure almost instantly.

Compared with the unhappy mood that filled Qiao Nanqi before the phone call just now, this depression can almost be regarded as anger.

The slight smile at the corner of Qiao Nanqi's mouth completely disappeared, and a pair of sharp eyebrows and eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of frost, and the black eyes were bottomless.The light mole on the lower side of his left eye is usually a bit gentle, but once he puts down his face, the light mole not only does not alleviate anything, but adds a bit of sadness.

Qiao Nanqi's personality was not like this when he was young.

Later, something happened to Qiao Anqing - Qiao Nanqi's mother - and Qiao Nanqi became more and more difficult to get along with. When she was happy, she was really happy, but when she was unhappy, she was really scary.

His cloudiness is uncertain, and everyone around him understands it.

Zhao Rong was the closest, probably felt the most.

Although Xia Yuantu mentioned that Qiao Nanqi and Zhao Rong had broken up, it was from the perspective of being friends for so many years, people are selfish after all.

But when you take it out, Zhao Rong is really not easy.

Anyway, Xia Yuantu asked himself, he couldn't do such a unilateral devotion to a person for so many years.

For more than a year, apart from him and Lu Xingping, none of the friends around them knew that Zhao Rong and Qiao Nanqi were serious partners.Qiao Nanqi didn't seem to take Zhao Rong seriously. This person was not someone who would restrain his temper. When he was in a bad mood, Zhao Rong could only bear it.

Although Zhao Rong is not young and promising, but Xia Yuantu has dealt with Zhao Rong before, the illegitimate son of the Chen family, who lives outside, has a good temper, looks good, and always seems to have a kind of tenacity in his bones. Still soaked in seductive romance, very smart.

Once a group of them were sitting together, drinking and playing dice, Zhao Rong stood out from the crowd, wearing a slightly loose light gray shirt, the sleeves on both sides were folded above the elbows, the neckline was slightly open, holding Holding the dice cup, while shaking the clothes, she pulled out a beautiful body line, thin but not weak.

Some of them could see some other thoughts and teased him: "Third Young Master, it's such a hot day, don't button up a few less buttons!"

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "It's not hot enough, drink a few more cups."

The man had no choice but to raise his wine glass. Zhao Rong touched a glass perfunctorily, but his eyes fell on Qiao Nanqi who was sitting on the other side.

It's not that Xia Yuantu has never been in love before. Ten people who looked at Zhao Rong's eyes would say that they were affectionate.

Why bother?

As far as Zhao Rong is concerned, even if he is a man of gold and jade but a poor man, it is impossible to worry about not being able to find a partner, right?

Qiao Nanqi is indeed excellent, but he is also really bad to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong has never been taken out of the house in an open and honest manner, just like a little lover, even the Chen family has been almost wiped out, Xia Yuantu and Lu Xingping have known it for a long time, Zhao Rong may not know much until now.

Look, in the end, Qiao Nanqi became angry, and Zhao Rong might swallow it again when he returned home.

He persuaded Qiao Nanqi to stop that day, firstly because he was afraid that Qiao Nanqi would be tricked by the people next to him, and secondly because he felt that Zhao Rong was being dragged by Qiao Nanqi, which was not a big deal.

Thinking of this, Xia Yuantu saw Qiao Nanqi holding the phone tightly, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

If Qiao Nanqi angered Zhao Rong, it would still be because of him.

He only dared to say: "...Maybe the mobile phone is not with me, so I didn't see it. Your house is so big, maybe the mobile phone is placed on the first floor, and people go to the third floor."

Qiao Nanqi directly turned off the screen.

The waiter brought up the famous wine they just ordered, but Qiao Nanqi waved his hand.

"Go to pay the bill," he said with a heavy expression, "go home and stop playing."

It's not that Zhao Rong didn't see it.

When Xia Yuantu's call came in, he saw the note displayed on the phone screen.

When the phone vibrated for the second time, there was no note on the phone screen, but he really couldn't forget that string of phone numbers.

He didn't do it on purpose either.

He didn't think about it that much.

When these two calls came in, he had just arrived at the door of Lu Xingping's house.

He managed to get the chance to get close to Lu Xingping. Answering Xia Yuantu's or Qiao Nanqi's calls at such a time, both he and Lu Xingping might be embarrassed.

So he just glanced at it, then rang the ringer, and stuffed the phone into his pocket without any trace, completely ignoring the continuous vibration of the phone.

When the vibration stopped, Lu Xingping was standing inside the door with one hand hanging on the doorknob, still maintaining the posture of opening the door.

He seems to be resting today, dressed casually, and wearing a pair of glasses with thin lenses and obviously not high prescription.

His facial features were already gentle, and the glasses added to his gentleness.

When Qiao Nanqi sat quietly reading a book, he also had a sense of refinement, but it was a gloomy and low voice, like a silent but sharp singing.People can't move their eyes, but some people can't get close.

Lu Xingping was different, he was a little bit taller than Zhao Rong, Zhao Rong barely looked at him, didn't feel any sense of oppression, but was very relaxed.

Zhao Rong still remembered that when he was in college, Lu Xingping just played a violin at a party. Because he knew Lu Xingping, he had a lot of gifts to hand over the next day.Some from their school, and some from their opposite school.

It was still winter at that time, and most of the gifts from the girls were scarves and gloves. He rushed to Lu Xingping with his arms full of scarves and gloves woven by others, and almost died of heat.Lu Xingping just glanced at it, and unconscionably picked out the best set, and said, "I'll give you the rest, if you don't want it, just throw it away."

How dare Zhao Rong ask for it?

Just throwing it away... He can't quite do it.

He had no choice but to return them one by one.

His and Lu Xingping's universities are just opposite to Qiao Nanqi's universities. They are the two best schools in Yangcheng, with a variety of majors and a huge area.

Zhao Rong returned a few students from their school, and when they arrived at Qiao Nanqi's school, the sky had already darkened, the winter evening was gray, the sunlight was very weak, and the temperature was very low.Zhao Rong was tired from running back and forth, and was very hot. He sat on the steps not far from the school gate, blowing the wind, thinking about taking a rest.

Cool breeze.

Somehow, not long after sitting down, he met Qiao Nanqi.

Qiao Nanqi carried a schoolbag on one shoulder. The schoolbag looked very light, and there was obviously nothing in it.He came from not far away with Xia Yuantu and stood in front of Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong walked up the man's slender legs, sat on the steps and looked up at Qiao Nanqi, his eyes collided with the condescending man's eyes.He felt so oppressed that he couldn't say anything.

I saw Qiao Nanqi bent down slightly, picked up the scarves he held in his arms that looked like they were hand-woven, and said, "You made it?"

Zhao Rong stood up and wanted to take it back from Qiao Nanqi's hand, but the man moved his wrist and dodged his movement.

He is always good at dealing with others, but maybe it's because he really likes Qiao Nanqi. Zhao Rong still had a beautiful vision for Qiao Nanqi when he was in college. Instead, in front of Qiao Nanqi, before and after wearing a book, adding up to decades His life was wasted, he looked like a stunned young man.

He was startled, and replied: "How is it possible... No, other girls did it."

Xia Yuantu smiled as if watching a play: "Oh, other girls gave them to you? Then why are you sitting here holding them? Don't plan to deal with them? If you like them, hurry up and take them away."

"No, no," Zhao Rong didn't know which one to refute or explain first, "I want to return them...or throw away the ones I can't find..."

"Then throw it away."

Qiao Nanqi raised his hand and threw those scarves into the trash can not far away.

He seemed to be passing by and picked up a piece of waste paper and threw it away. He just threw it away, turned around and left with Xia Yuan.This person never liked to take care of those troublesome things, and he didn't know what kind of medicine he took wrongly, so he wanted to make trouble with those little girls.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to tell Lu Xingping that some gifts were thrown away when he saw Lu Xingping later.

Lu Xingping only replied "Oh".

This was all a few years ago.

As time passed, Qiao Nanqi became more restrained and deep, but Lu Xingping was not much different from when he was a student.It still looks the same, gentle and friendly, but it makes people feel at a loss when they open their mouths.

"Senior." He called.

Lu Xingping obviously didn't expect to see Zhao Rong at such an unprepared time, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Why are you here? Qiao Nanqi is not at my house."

Zhao Rong: "..."

You are so frank.

But his goal wasn't that bastard Qiao Nanqi.

Zhao Rong blinked slowly, her long eyelashes trembling, restraining all the outward emotions.

He raised his hand, handed the big bags in his hand to Lu Xingping, and said, "Didn't you trouble the senior to call a doctor for me a few days ago? I came to pay my respects."

"That's my personal doctor. I didn't make any effort. I just gave you a call."

"But it always helped out for me."

"There is no need to come to the door in person, you have already sent a thank you message."

"Talk about your feelings."

"Is it ready?"

"Well, it will be fine the next day."

"Then why do you still look out of your mind?"

Zhao Rong: "."

He suddenly began to understand why the hero is the hero.

Just because Qiao Nanqi was able to get along with Lu Xingping for so long, and he was wearing a white moonlight filter, Zhao Rong felt admiration.