Lost [Transmigration Book]

Zhao Rong's tone was actually very gentle.

He is obviously only in his twenties, but no matter what he says, his tone is always as if it has been washed in the long river of time, he is not in a hurry, and his words are naturally gentle.

This kind of tenderness is consistent with the temperament of his whole body, he can play with anyone, and can withstand any kind of temper.Although he looks cheerful, he doesn't have the presumptuousness of those young men who grew up in rich clothes and rich food. There is a kind of contradiction that is as calm as a long river after being smoothed by life.

When Xia Yuantu met Zhao Rong for the first time, after listening to Zhao Rong's words, he secretly told Qiao Nanqi that the third child of the Chen family who lived outside must be easy to bully.

Qiao Nanqi thought so deeply.

And Zhao Rong continued to confirm Xia Yuantu's evaluation in the following time.

But now, he felt that these gentle words were a bit sharp.

He didn't think so.

He just discovered a liking that he hadn't recognized all this time, and wanted to take Zhao Rong home, just like before, he could look at the side of the bed in the middle of the night and see the obedient figure of the other party.

"Zhao Rong."

Qiao Nanqi called out Zhao Rong's name.Before he opened his mouth, he deliberately adjusted his emotions, without being condescending, without contempt and casualness.This is already one of the few concessions in his life, and he is not even proficient at coaxing people.

"Come back with me, what do you want, I will listen to you slowly."

Zhao Rong blinked slowly.

His non-smiling smile finally restrained a little, and his eyes were a little confused, but the confusion didn't stay for long, and only helplessness remained.

Qiao Nanqi was very familiar with such emotions.

He has too many things. Many times, even if he can't understand the things he doesn't care about, he won't delve into them because they are not important.

So his confusion is only fleeting in these matters.

Just like Zhao Rong is now.

Qiao Nanqi felt the irritability rising up in him at this moment.

But he knew what he was doing, and he didn't let the emotion out.He still held Zhao Rong's arm, looked at Zhao Rong, and listened to Zhao Rong's words.

"I thought there was something about the marriage agreement. It turns out...you want me to go back. Although it surprised me, but..."

"You said you would listen to me...?" Zhao Rong's voice lowered slowly, like fallen leaves tearing through the sky in the late autumn night, hanging with raindrops.

"But you never listened to me carefully," he seemed to be telling other people's stories, although lonely, but untouched, "I always want to chat with you, you always feel that I can't say anything interesting, Don't have the patience to hear me out. And I don't want anything, I don't really see myself as one of those two-money lovers who don't need any breakup gifts."

Zhao Rong did not shake off Qiao Nanqi's hand.

Instead, he looked at Qiao Nanqi, followed Qiao Nanqi's strength and took a step forward, and stood together with Qiao Nanqi under the fine rain.

The tips of Qiao Nanqi's hair were already covered with water droplets, and the water droplets on his forehead slowly slid down along his long and slender face.

He didn't pay that dripping water any attention, but just looked down at Zhao Rong, looking at Zhao Rong seriously.He was obsessed with so many things that those eyes focused too little and were too easily loaded with everything.

Such eyes are unfamiliar to Zhao Rong.

But when he was looked at like this, he didn't react too much.

Surrounded by the sound of dripping rain, and the whistling of the cold wind, there is the faint sound of the engine of the car passing by outside the villa area, which is really not quiet.

But there was silence between them.

Before Zhao Rong could speak, Qiao Nanqi already had a premonition.

——Zhao Rong didn't want to go home with him.

Qiao Nanqi watched Zhao Rong raise his head slightly, and kissed him on the cheek, which happened to bump into the drop of water.Stains of water spread on Zhao Rong's lips and Qiao Nanqi's cheeks, Zhao Rong kissed lightly, Qiao Nanqi's breath stopped, he raised his hand and wanted to press him into his arms to do the things he would do before.

Zhao Rong took a step back at this moment.

He glanced at what Qiao Nanqi was about to subconsciously do, and gently wiped off the remaining water on his lower lip with his fingertips, "Maybe you want me to go home because you're used to me—like now .”

Zhao Rong is a nostalgic person, he knows very well what kind of feeling habit will bring to people.

And this kind of physical habit will be forgotten after a while.

Not even after a while.Even if Lu Xingping, Bai Yueguang, doesn't love anyone, Qiao Nanqi in the past had no shortage of people to follow him, and now Qiao Nanqi can easily raise a satisfactory person around him.It's not like him, he is a dude with a bad name.

Qiao Nanqi couldn't possibly like him.

Even if it is really impossible and impossible to like him, it is impossible for him to turn back.Eleven or twelve years of whipping is enough for a person to learn not to make mistakes again.

Breaking a habit is hard.

It took Zhao Rong more than a year to quit the habit of ten years.

He believed that someone like Qiao Nanqi would need much shorter time than him.

He said no more, turned around, and went home.

This time Qiao Nanqi didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't come forward to hold him back, and he didn't say anything else.

Zhao Rong returned to the bedroom, took a shower, and forgot about Qiao Nanqi in a blink of an eye—it didn't make any sense.

He hummed a song, and cleaned up his miscellaneous things for a while, making the house that had been vacant for more than a year more and more full.Afterwards, like every quiet night in these few days, she didn't need to wait for anyone, and went to bed early.

the other end.

Lu Xiaoyue was wearing pajamas and walked over to the music of the violin.

She saw Lu Xingping in the piano room.

The melodious tune is like a sonata in this autumn rain, pouring out with the sound of rain, refreshing.

After the song ended, she said, "Brother, didn't you say you would be back late tonight?"

Lu Xingping put down the violin slowly, "There was an accident, Nan Qi was not here, so I didn't play for too long."

"Oh."

Lu Xingping smiled helplessly: "Say what you want to say, but stop when you want to say something."

Lu Xiaoyue rolled her eyes and asked directly: "Zhao Rong sent me home today. My friend told me that Zhao Rong's family has gone bankrupt, and the main people have been taken away for investigation? I just remembered ...You seem to have a marriage contract with him before, he sent me home, maybe he wanted to ask you for help, just wanted to ask what you talked about..."

Although she grew up under Lu Xingping's wing, she was only an adopted child and never touched those things.But growing up in this environment, no one is truly innocent.

All the things in this world, once connected, can't escape the word "something".

Lu Xiaoyue understood it all, and Lu Xingping naturally knew it from the beginning to the end.He has always been clear that Zhao Rong must have a purpose.Both he and Zhao Rong are very clear about this, but they just don't tell each other.

His smile didn't diminish, and his expression didn't change at all. He just said lightly: "You mean about Chen Ze and those people? Well, I thought..."

But Zhao Rong never mentioned it once.

Even Qiao Nanqi and Zhao Rong never took the initiative to mention it once—it was always Lu Xingping who mentioned it, and the answers he got were always clear of the relationship.

Lu Xingping hadn't paid attention to Zhao Rong before.

Even if they had attended classes at the same university, even if Zhao Rong had approached him and asked him to take him to play with Qiao Nanqi and those people, even if they had been engaged to each other.Their lives passed each other at countless points, and Lu Xingping never thought of meeting each other.

He was closer to Qiao Nanqi Xia Yuantu, and most of what he heard about Zhao Rong came from these two.

To sum it up, it's just a saying that "gold and jade are outside, and ruins are inside".Aside from Qiao Nanqi, Xia Yuantu felt that Zhao Rong was a bit smart but very stubborn. Friends around him talked about Zhao Rong as "the very good-looking third child of the Chen family". In Zhao Rong's eyes, he was a "bastard" and "trash" when he opened his mouth and shut his mouth.

But these days, Lu Xingping completely changed his mind after clicking on it a few times.The Zhao Rong in front of him is completely different from his past impressions and the Zhao Rong in other people's mouths.

The current Zhao Rong, brilliance is introverted, calm and calm, like a sword that is drawn at any time, with its sharp edge hidden.

With this feeling, Lu Xingping thought of Qiao Nanqi when he was young, before the Qiao family had an accident.

Sometimes when talking about what books he has read, or mentioning some opinions, Lu Xingping can still feel a little familiar, because Qiao Nanqi sometimes said the same.

"Brother? What are you thinking?"

Lu Xingping came back to his senses, and said in a low voice: "Thinking about a very strange thing. I thought that the two people were very different, but it's actually a different situation when we separate them."

"What do you mean?"

"Go to bed, it's almost time."

"Oh."

Deep night.

The rain stopped at some point, and the dark clouds slowly dispersed.

The star river rises, and the bright moon chases the water.

Qiao Nanqi was still in front of Zhao Rong's house.

The window of Zhao Rong's house revealed a faint night light, which was calm and soft, which was completely different from Qiao Nanqi's mood at the moment.The people in the house didn't come out after entering, and they didn't even draw the curtains to take a look outside—it was exactly the same as when Zhao Rong moved out of his house, clean and tidy.

Qiao Nanqi didn't move for a while because he thought of something.

He thought that every time he met some miscellaneous people who wanted to follow him when he was having a party, in the company, or in various feasting places, he always thought of Zhao Rong at the first time.

He also remembered the time when Zhao Rong complained that he did not disclose their relationship with others more than a year ago.

That period of time was the most stalemate between him and He Nan, the whole day was full of things, he didn't even listen to Zhao Rong's request, turned around and entered the room.The result of the matter naturally ended with Zhao Rong's soft breakfast. Qiao Nanqi didn't bother about it, and Zhao Rong never made any demands on him after that time.

Because he didn't want to hear it, Zhao Rong didn't say any more.

He was used to Zhao Rong and had never listened carefully to what Zhao Rong said—maybe Zhao Rong was right.

In the second half of the night, the rain became smaller and smaller until it completely dissipated. The starry sky came quietly, and the air was filled with dampness and gloom.

The wild cat who didn't know it was hiding from the rain in the grass just now slowly crawled out, walked to Qiao Nanqi's feet without saying a word, and walked around his ankle carefully.Qiao Nanqi lowered his head, and under the dim night and dim streetlights, he could vaguely see the wild cat's grayish but pure fur, round eyes, no stray hair on his face, but very thin, as if he had been abandoned by someone.

Qiao Anqing raised an orange cat and a Persia cat before her death.I don't know if it's because Qiao Anqing's personality is too gentle, and the cats she raises are also very well-behaved, especially that Persia, which never moves when held in someone's arms.Qiao Nanqi always liked to hold it when he was a child. He thought that the cat would follow Qiao Anqing obediently until An Ran passed away.And the remaining orange cat left not long after Qiao Anqing passed away.

Qiao Nanqi was startled, looking at the obviously muddy and dusty fur on the wild cat, hesitating for a moment, then bent down and stroked the wild cat's head.

He slowed down all the irritability in his heart at the moment, and his movements were very light.

The wild cat was still frightened, and rushed into the green grass of different shades.

Never looked back.

Just like Zhao Rong.

The emotions that had been calmed down just now fell out of order like a violent storm.

In Qiao Nanqi's 28 years of life, he has hardly learned to bow his head and saved anything over and over again.

When he was 17 years old, he looked at Qiao Anqing, who was about to abandon him and go away alone, and had the idea.At that time, he always thought that he could shake the other party's determination by begging a few more times, but Qiao Anqing, who once said that he would always be by his side, still left.

Since then, I have never even thought about it.

Today, after many years, Zhao Rong quietly touched his idea again.

But for Qiao Nanqi, giving Zhao Rong what he wanted, and waiting for Zhao Rong on such a rainy night, was already the biggest unspoken concession he had ever made.

——Let’s just go.

It was Zhao Rong who had liked him for so many years.

It's not him who can't live without the other party.

It's not him who is the only one in his heart.

Habits need to be eradicated, but they are not difficult to eradicate.It only takes a short period of time in a long life.

There is nothing permanent in this world, companionship is like this, and so is liking.He didn't have to be Zhao Rong.

He can quit the habit.

Qiao Nanqi looked at the light and darkness in the room, but could no longer hear any movement.

His eyes were heavy, and there was a faint gloomy look between his eyebrows and eyes, which could not be reflected clearly by the night.

After a while, he turned and walked into the night.