Lost [Transmigration Book]

Zhao Rong still maintained a smile.

Thanks again to Young Master Qiao, for training him the ability to keep smiling no matter what the situation is.

"I've come all the time," he turned his head, looked around Lu Xingping, and glanced at Lu Xingping's house vaguely, "Will you not let me stand here, the security guards should come to me later and ask for my contact information .”

"?"

"Think I'm a new colleague."

Lu Xingping laughed out loud.

"I close the door and you won't leave?"

Although he said this, he turned around and walked into the house first, without closing the door.

He was generous in his disgust, and he was generous in his reception.

Even though he and Zhao Rong didn't seem to have much private contact in the past two years, he was still calm, no different from their attitude at school, which made people feel very relaxed.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood why he always felt that he was completely different from Lu Xingping.

He has lived two lives, lost a lot, gained little, and has been a "trash" for many years. Even though he can handle the ostentation of those dudes, he is actually restrained in his bones.He doesn't have much guts, and he can't be overly flamboyant.

But even though Lu Xingping was young and mature, his self-confidence and pride were soaked in his blood.

Qiao Nanqi was the person he admired and wanted to be, but Lu Xingping was the person he couldn't be.

"Can you get in?"

Zhao Rong hurriedly entered the door with a few very formal gift bags in her hand.

Lu Xingping asked him to sit directly on the sofa, and went to the kitchen first.

Zhao Rong smelled the faint aroma of coffee beans, and realized that Lu Xingping was making coffee when he knocked on the door.

He was an uninvited guest, so naturally he didn't want to disturb Lu Xingping, so he put the things down against the corner, and he sat down quietly.

He habitually took out his mobile phone and wanted to play for a while to waste time. As soon as the screen turned on, the reminders of the two missed calls just now appeared in front of his eyes.

Tap your fingertips on the screen.

The smile in his eyes didn't diminish, but he slowly raised his finger, finally turned off the screen, and put the phone back into his pocket.

It was already night at this moment, although the lights in Lu Xingping's house were turned on, it was pitch black outside the window.

It seemed that a few windows were open, and the autumn night wind was blowing in bit by bit, and the slightly cool air temperature was floating in the smell of damp grass.

The aroma of coffee became more and more obvious, and the sound of the coffee machine running was looming.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked around in boredom.

He didn't come to Lu Xingping's house very often, and he basically just parked his car outside, waiting for Qiao Nanqi to get in the car.

After so many years, it was rare to sit here without being disturbed, and only then did I realize that Lu Xingping's house seemed simple, but it was actually very complicated.

Lu Xingping is different from Qiao Nanqi Xia Yuantu. When the Lu family's property was passed on to him, it was actually at a loss. It was all thanks to Lu Xingping's efforts to turn the tide for the current prosperity.He came into contact with these things earlier than Qiao Nanqi, so he was young and mature, and he was not the kind of young man who was greedy for enjoyment. His family was not big, just a simple two-storey bungalow.

At the end of the living room is a semi-open piano room, where a pure white grand piano is placed, and there are several violins on the shelf in the corner.And in every corner of the piano room, there are preserved flowers of similar color but completely different species.

Zhao Rong tried to understand the language of flowers, and everything reflected.

Like a wordless poem.

On the other side of the piano room is a large floor-to-ceiling window. The glass should be one-way, and the starry sky outside can be seen at night, like a painting drawn from the galaxy to the world.In the daytime, if you think about it, the sky is bright and the vegetation is very bright.

He remembered the last time he stopped by the roadside here.

Qiao Nanqi should be sitting in such an exquisite and detailed piano room, playing one note after another.He doesn't understand these things, but he can also feel that if he sits in such a place and plays the piano, it should be a comfortable thing.

If you take a closer look at the piano scores piled aside, maybe they are the pieces that Qiao Nanqi usually played at home.

But Zhao Rong only took a few glances, and his attention was attracted by the small decorative bookshelf on the other wall.

There are not many books on this bookshelf, and after a quick glance, there are only a dozen books, which have not even been opened.One of the books on the outside, Zhao Rong recognized, was Asimov's "The Gods Themselves".Although this world is the world in the book, it was written by the author of "Returning Journey" after all. Many things that are not written in the book are consistent with Zhao Rong's original world, and history and books are naturally completed by the world.

Zhao Rong had read this book before wearing it.

When he was treated in the hospital in his previous life, what he did most was to read books, and he read all the elegant and vulgar ones.But he is not an arty material by nature, and he reads most novels or this kind of science fiction books.

And the reason why he was so impressed with this book was that he used this book to recommend a series of similar books to Qiao Nanqi when he was in college, in order to be close to when Qiao Nanqi was working part-time in the library.

He had only worked part-time in the library for a few days, and he found that Qiao Nanqi and his preferences were quite consistent.Maybe it's because life is too tight, Young Master Qiao usually looks completely different from those big boys of the same age, only when he is relaxed for a moment, the spiritual world revealed is so innocent.Zhao Rong wanted to stay in this spiritual world for a while, so she made a list of books, printed them out and put them in the book, pretending that the last person who read them accidentally left them in it.

It was the book "The Gods Themselves"[1].

He stuffed the list into the book, and put the book where Qiao Nanqi would sit every time he came to the library.

Sure enough, Qiao Nanqi read the book and found the book list in the book. Most of the books he read after that were the ones listed on the book list.

Because of this incident, Zhao Rong was in a good mood for half a year.

But these are limited to Zhao Rong's own memories.

Qiao Nanqi never took the initiative to talk to him about these things. He tried to bring up this topic several times when the two of them had just signed the marriage agreement and lived together.But every time Qiao Nanqi opened his mouth, he just said calmly, "What do you know?"

"--looking at what?"

These words suddenly brought Zhao Rong back from his memory.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, only to realize that he had unknowingly walked to the bookshelf and was looking at the unopened copy of "The Gods Themselves".

Even the plastic packaging of this book is still there, lying brand new in the most conspicuous place on the outermost side.

Lu Xingping approached with a water glass in one hand, followed Zhao Rong's line of sight, and glanced at the book.

"You want to see?"

"No," Zhao Rong shook his head lightly, "I've seen it. Seniors also like to watch this?"

Lu Xingping raised his eyebrows: "I should ask you this question, shouldn't you like to read books about "Nightclub Handbook"?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

He was usually the least likely to bicker, so he could only choke and was speechless.

But he wasn't angry either.

Lu Xingping's tone was mostly teasing, not serious like Chen Zehe and his like, looking down on him as a "dude".

Lu Xingping seemed to be deliberately seeing that he had nothing to say, so he smiled a few times, and then continued: "I don't like to watch it, it was given to me by Qiao Nanqi."

Zhao Rong had already touched the book, but was scared off by Lu Xingping's words.

The male protagonist gave the male supporting book a book, but he, a cannon fodder, dared not touch it.

It seems that Qiao Nanqi wanted to give Bai Yueguang his favorite books.

So this is Mr. Qiao's serious and romantic way?

Instead of arranging a personal assistant to send money like sending a lover, it is to carefully select and send a book representing your preferences with a light gift and affection.

Lu Xingping obviously didn't appreciate the favor: "I don't know why, why don't you give me a copy of "Criminal Law", I'm more interested in this."

Zhao Rong: "..."

"What is this book about?"

"A science fiction story."

"nonsense."

"..." Zhao Rong didn't forget his purpose of getting close to Lu Xingping. He smiled patiently, "It's about a story about people in this world exchanging benefits with people outside the world. It seems cheap, but in fact the price is huge. This world A person whose eyes are covered by the joy in front of him, blinds his eyes, and cannot see the short-term happiness, just drinking poison to quench his thirst, and one day he will never leave behind.”[1]

Lu Xingping's casual eyes suddenly withdrew, and he looked straight at Zhao Rong, with surprise flashing across his eyes.

He said slowly: "This is not like an interpretation of a science fiction novel."

Zhao Rong sighed: "After all, my comprehension ability is more suitable for "Nightclub Handbook."

"It's a pity I don't have one here."

Lu Xingping said, and handed one of the mugs in his hand to Zhao Rong.

This cup is pink and blue, with a cartoon cat pattern printed on the side, it doesn't look like Lu Xingping's style.

He only paused for a moment before Lu Xingping could tell: "These things were all bought by Xiaoyue, and so were the flowers in the piano room."

Zhao Rong looked around.

Lu Xingping added: "She went out shopping with friends, not at home."

"Oh."

Smelling the aroma of coffee wafting in the air, he took the mug with a smile, and when he lowered his head, he saw only a cup of warm water wafting with steam.

Zhao Rong: "?"

He raised his eyes subconsciously, and looked at the cup that Lu Xingping kept in his hand - it contained strong coffee.

Lu Xingping watched his series of eye movements, and said slowly: "It's already night."

"Ok?"

"I'm afraid you won't be sleepy after drinking the coffee, so stay with me for too long."

Zhao Rong: "."

Qiao Nanqi originally wanted to go home.

He left Xia Yuantu behind and drove home alone, but the car slowly stopped in front of his house, but he was still sitting in the driver's seat.

— None of the lights in the house are on.

Zhao Rong has not returned home until now.

Not only didn't he go home, but he didn't answer his phone.

Not only did he not answer his call, but even now...

Qiao Nanqi glanced at the phone screen - there were no missed calls on it.

By now, he had realized that Zhao Rong might not go home on purpose.

Because of the Chen family?

Or did Zhao Rong really have a fever a few days ago, because he didn't go home immediately, so he got angry?

The car perfume exudes a faint orange fragrance, but it doesn't make people feel calm at all.

The car had been turned off, and the lights were not turned on. Qiao Nanqi sat in the dim car in the dark, and the brightness of the phone screen in his hand was particularly dazzling.

He stared at the screen for a few minutes, seeing the messy news about work and other people kept appearing, and he couldn't find anything related to Zhao Rong in the chaos.

But in the past, he always received some news from Zhao Rong every day, no matter whether he paid attention to it or not.

And as long as he lives at home, there will always be a lamp for him at home.He entered the room with a small warm yellow light, and he would probably see Zhao Rong sitting on the side playing with his mobile phone. Hearing his movement, Zhao Rong turned his head, stared at him with a pair of bright eyes, and smiled. Said to him, "You are back."

If he came back later, Zhao Rong would have fallen asleep, sleeping obediently on the edge of such a big bed, wrapped in a quilt, like a curled up cat.

Sometimes when Zhao Rong went to play with those idiots and he ran into him, when he came back, he would hold his neck with both hands, look up at him slightly, and explain to him softly.Zhao Rong always likes to wear dark clothes, pajamas and nightgowns are mostly dark blue, which makes Zhao Rong look even whiter.Normally, for such things, he would throw Zhao Rong directly on the bed.

Qiao Nanqi thought back inadvertently, and suddenly realized that all the details of this were clearly revealed.I didn't deliberately remember it, but it was already deep in my heart.

He still seemed to hope that Zhao Rong would be at home waiting for him to come back.

No one wants a kitten that is kept at home every day to go missing suddenly.

Zhao Rong has been with him for so long, and it is indeed a little different from the lovers Xia Yuantu and others raised outside.

Forget it, maybe he could indeed treat Zhao Rong a little better—if Zhao Rong could be as docile and obedient as before, and looked at him as before.

Qiao Nanqi remembered Lu Xingping's words.

On the night Zhao Rong didn't come home, Lu Xingping found a private doctor to see Zhao Rong.

If Zhao Rong really had a fever, he would ask Zhao Rong how he was doing and where he was now, as Lu Xingping said, just follow him once.

He found Zhao Rong's account number, and the note was also "zr".

Qiao Nan first changed the "zr" in the note to Zhao Rong's name.

Then he sent a text message to Zhao Rong.

—— "How is your body? When will you go home?"

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About annotations:

[1] Introduction to Asimov's "The Gods Themselves" (taken from Baidu Encyclopedia): In the 22nd century, the earth can exchange matter with parallel universes, and since then has an endless supply of energy.But only a few know the dangerous truth: a distrusted scientist on Earth, an alien on a planet whose energy is dying, and a human born on the moon with prophetic powers.Only they know that humanity is about to pay a huge price for the seemingly endless supply of free energy.The sun is dying, but no one is listening.

[2] This interpretation is based on the interpretation of Zhao Rong's personal design, which can be regarded as the interpretation of Zhao Rong's private goods. There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and the interpretation may be different from others.