Lost [Transmigration Book]

Qiao Nanqi was startled at first.

The sound of the chords just pressed has completely dissipated. In this quiet and silent piano room, he watched from a distance with a relaxed and casual smile stretched out on Zhao Rong's face.

Even in Qiao Nanqi's memory, such an expression did not often appear on Zhao Rong's face.

Whether Zhao Rong is doing things or being a person, he is always restrained.

A few years ago, when Zhao Rong was often fed alcohol by these people, she would laugh when she had fun, but she never laughed out loud.When Qiao Nanqi looked at Zhao Rong with such a tired smile on his face, he was very irritable.

Normally, Zhao Rong would only twitch the corners of his mouth slightly, and his eyes would curve slightly like the tip of petals, which was extraordinarily gentle and quiet.

After all, it is completely different from what it is now.

The moment he saw it, he was even taken aback.

He hadn't seen Zhao Rong in the past few days, and there was no one else at home, so he often thought of Zhao Rong subconsciously.Thinking a lot more than before.

Qiao Nanqi thought this was normal.

It was as if he had to forget the feeling of having his parents in the years when Qiao Anqing had just passed away; or after he moved away from the old house on Changxi Road, he had to forget the wild cats at the door that had accompanied him for a period of his youth... It was hard to avoid being sad at the beginning, but as long as you don’t see it, remember it, or mention it, it will gradually fade from your memory.

He felt that Zhao Rong was the same for him.

Their marriage agreement is over.

They broke up for good.

After a while, each of them will naturally forget about it.

He even vaguely had a thought in his mind——Zhao Rong has liked him for so many years, and these days must have been difficult.

Zhao Rong was the one who always looked at him with eyes that everyone could understand, no matter it was Zhao Rong who wanted to sign a marriage agreement with him regardless, now that a few days have passed, does Zhao Rong regret it?

But Zhao Rong didn't.

Not only was Zhao Rong not there, but he also appeared at the door of Lu Xingping's house when he shouldn't have appeared at this moment. He didn't know what he said to Lu Xiaoyue, and he laughed heartily.

This is just a "reunion after a long absence" after a few days of separation, and the depression that he had just vented after playing the piano for a long time swept back.

Outside the window, at the door.

Lu Xingping had already walked out.He seemed to have expected Zhao Rong's arrival, so he just greeted Zhao Rong, and the two exchanged a few words back and forth, then Zhao Rong got into the car alone, and after a while, the wheels turned slowly, It was about to drive into the distance.

Qiao Nanqi stood up abruptly.

The piano bench was affected by his movement and swayed for a while, and there was a sharp rubbing sound when the stool legs moved.

The sound was quick and short, harsh but not torture.But it hit Qiao Nanqi's eardrum, like fine stones falling into a shallow pool like a rainstorm, making huge noises without stopping.

At the same time, Zhao Rong drove away.

The figure of the car drifted away and gradually disappeared on the trail.

Lu Xingping and Lu Xiaoyue turned around and walked back and forth to the gate.

Qiao Nanqi took half a step and suddenly realized what he wanted to do.

He glanced at the direction Zhao Rong was leaving, and sat down slowly.

When Lu Xingping entered the room, what he saw was Qiao Nanqi looking away from the window.

This is his home. Lu Xingping knows better than anyone what Qiao Nanqi can see at first sight.

Thinking of who was standing there just now, Lu Xingping moved his eyes, walked to the side coffee table and sat down, stretched lazily, and said, "No more playing?"

Qiao Nanqi has suppressed all his expressions at this moment.

"Tired," he said.

"Then there's nothing else to talk about today." Lu Xingping spread his hands, "Today's consultation is over. Will you come tomorrow?"

"No. I'm going back."

"Remember to ask your assistant to ask me to settle the bill for these few days."

"..."

Qiao Nanqi didn't say any more, he closed the piano score in front of him, supported the piano cover with both hands, and slowly put it down.

He is still wearing his usual white shirt today, the cuffs are slightly folded up, revealing his powerful wrists.The neatly ironed shirt drew lines with his movements, outlining the muscular curves of his upper body.

Unfortunately, his movements were very gentle, the moment the piano cover fell, there was no sound at all.

Elegant elegance.

Only the haste at the moment when he picked up his coat revealed his mood a little.

When Qiao Nanqi got up and put on his coat, Lu Xingping was leaning on the back of the chair, lowering his head and playing with his mobile phone. He didn't mention how Zhao Rong appeared at his house.

He said casually, "Did I ask you before?"

Qiao Nanqi paused as he left, and looked back at him.

"...?"

"You hate Chen so much, and you don't like ignorant idiots, why did you let Zhao Rong live in your house?"

Qiao Nanqi's expression finally changed.

He frowned slightly, remembering that Lu Xingping had indeed asked him this question more than a year ago.

At that time, he and Zhao Rong had just signed a marriage agreement.

The agreement was signed silently, except for Zhao Rong's family and Qiao's family, only a few close friends knew about it.

When Lu Xingping and Xia Yuantu found out about this, they asked him in private.

Qiao Nanqi himself is not a person who likes to talk about such things, but Xia Yuantu grew up with him as a child, and he was a little more tolerant of Lu Xingping, so he said a few words to them.

Xia Yuantu, the one who chattered endlessly, asked so many miscellaneous questions at that time, even asked such irrelevant questions as whether he and Zhao Rong wanted to adopt a child.

But Lu Xingping, who is usually not forgiving, didn't have much to say, just interjected a few comments from time to time.

The reason why Qiao Nanqi can immediately think of the question asked by Lu Xingping is precisely because Lu Xingping only asked such a question at that time.

After Xia Yuantu finally finished nagging, Lu Xingping asked him leisurely: "You hate Chen so much, and you don't like ignorant idiots, why did Zhao Rong live in your house instead?"

At that time, Qiao Nanqi replied without thinking, "His surname is not Chen."

Xia Yuantu pretended to be surprised: "Wow, you said such a nonsense fact!"

Lu Xingping did not continue to ask.

After that, Lu Xingping never even asked about the relationship between Qiao Nanqi and Zhao Rong.Usually, if it was mentioned, it was probably Xia Yuantu who was nagging.

But at this moment, the marriage agreement between him and Zhao Rong has expired, and Zhao Rong has moved away from his home for several days. When he heard this question again, he couldn't answer it for a moment.

More than a year ago, he could casually say "his surname is not Chen", thinking in his heart that he disliked Chen Zehe, but not Zhao Rong.

Now, more than a year later, he can no longer utter the words.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

He didn't know what the answer should be.

——Why let Zhao Rong live in instead?

Qiao Nanqi stood in front of the door silently, without speaking for a long while.

Lu Xingping was still playing with his phone with his head down, apparently not curious about the answer to this question.

Like a hunter walking in the jungle, he shot a shot in the air, but he didn't even look at the birds that were disturbed by the gunshot.

After a while.

Qiao Nanqi still didn't answer.

He lifted his foot and walked slowly to the door of the piano room, holding the doorknob with his hand, and was about to pull it open, but the movement stopped suddenly.

"What did Zhao Rong come to see you for?" He looked at Lu Xingping and asked.

"Finally can't help but ask?"

"..."

"Nominally, I dropped by to send Xiaoyue home - aren't they all in your company now?"

Qiao Nanqi's face was still gloomy, his brows were clustered, and his hand holding the doorknob was slightly strained.

Lu Xingping just paused, and continued: "However, I haven't had any contact with him in the past two years, and Xiaoyue just met him. He has come to me too frequently during these days, so there should be other purposes. But the specific For what purpose, I don't know yet."

Qiao Nanqi's slightly gloomy complexion eased slightly.

Apart from the absurd marriage contract made before Mrs. Chen's death, the time when Zhao Rong and Lu Xingping met most was during their university years, and later when they would play together and call Zhao Rong.Even so, Zhao Rong's attention was all on Qiao Nanqi.

No one took that marriage contract seriously. If we really want to talk about the biggest intersection between Zhao Rong and Lu Xingping, it can only be Qiao Nanqi.

The place where Zhao Rong lives now is not close to Lu Xingping's house.

It was so far away, and he had to "drop in" to send Lu Xiaoyue home, so he came to find Lu Xingping, and it happened to be during this period of time, so what could be the reason?

Zhao Rong knew that he often came to Lu Xingping's place.

Qiao Nanqi turned his head, the haze in his eyes had dissipated.

But he said in his mouth: "These have nothing to do with me."

Only then did Lu Xingping look away from the phone screen, raised his head, and raised his eyebrows, "...it doesn't matter?"

Qiao Nanqi had already opened the door and left.

After Zhao Rong left Lu Xingping's house, he drove directly to the nursing home.

Recently, the weather has turned cold and winter has begun. Zhao Ming's body began to repeat again, and he went to work more frequently than usual.

When he arrived, Zhao Ming had a low fever and was not feeling well.The doctor seemed to have come earlier, Zhao Ming took the medicine early and was still asleep at the moment.

The nursing aunt is packing the clothes.

He stepped forward to help, but the nursing aunt pushed him away: "Xiao Zhao, sit down, how can you do such a thing."

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

He bypassed the other party, said nothing, and then folded his clothes.

There was no clumsiness in his movements, and he was even more skillful than the nursing aunt.The tall and thin figure made the space a little cramped in this small cloakroom, but it didn't look clumsy.

When all the clothes were packed, the nursing aunt was surprised.

"When I had no money, I used to do it a lot," Zhao Rong explained, "In the past two years... I have also done it a lot."

He didn't wait for the other party to ask more questions, and then said: "I want to accompany my mother today, you can rest. I will live here tonight."

Natural care should be good.

When the person left, the room was quiet except for the sound of quiet breathing.

The last touch of gold in the sky was also washed away by the starry night, the darkness overturned, and night lights lit up on the street outside.

The world seems to be very noisy, but the surroundings are very quiet.

Zhao Rong sat beside Zhao Ming's bed and peeled an apple. After the effect of the medicine had passed, Zhao Ming woke up leisurely, opened his eyes and saw him, and smiled faintly.

She seemed to be quite awake, maybe she had taken the medicine, and she was not unconscious.

"Xiao Rong," she said, "why didn't you call me?"

"You slept soundly."

Zhao Rong put down the fruit knife and apple, leaned forward, slowly helped Zhao Ming up, and picked up the pillow beside her to cushion her.

After stuffing the pillow, he paused his hands slightly, and then realized in a trance that this set of bedding seemed to be more than a year ago, when he brought Qiao Nanqi to see Zhao Ming for the first and only time, Qiao Nanqi Nan Qi asked his assistant Xiao Wu to prepare a meeting ceremony.

Every time he saw this kind of thing before, Qiao Nanqi's name would always pop into his mind uncontrollably at the first time.But now, after sitting here for so long, he didn't suddenly think of Qiao Nanqi until he touched this pillow at this moment.

In fact, he has been thinking of his previous experiences from time to time, and those memories have been imprinted for too long, and he can't forget them at all.

But the memories of the past kept popping up. Qiao Nanqi's name and appearance seemed to be separated. He hadn't actively remembered it for several days.

When he saw Lu Xiaoyue staring non-stop at the message reminder, he thought of himself having such gazes, but he didn't think of Qiao Nanqi.When he helped the nurse tidy up Zhao Ming's clothes, he would also think that he was very proficient in these two years, but he still didn't think of Qiao Nanqi.

It's not that I don't remember.

He still remembered it well.

But this name is no longer a word that pops up immediately when he sees or does something.

This is the life of the cannon fodder "Zhao Rong" in the original book.

Zhao Rong suddenly firmed up his previous thoughts.

"Mom," he said, "I've been working on something lately. Wait until it's over—maybe a few days, maybe a month, maybe a few months, maybe a year or so. But I'm sure I can finish it." of."

"When I'm done, let's live in another place I like very much."

When Qiao Nanqi came out of Lu Xingping's house, it was still dark.There is nothing to do in the company for the time being, he could go home directly, or go to some dispensable entertainment.

But when the driver opened the back seat door for him, Qiao Nanqi had just sat down, but he didn't want to go anywhere.

Back home, Zhao Rong is not there.

Go to stay with Xia Yuantu and the others, Xia Yuantu will ask questions again, and the others will try to squeeze people around him.

When I went to the company and met some other people, I had to ask him why Zhao Rong suddenly parachuted into a high-level executive.

He seemed to always think of things related to Zhao Rong no matter where he went.

When the driver closed the rear door and returned to the driver's seat, he turned around and asked him, "Sir, where are you going?"

Qiao Nanqi didn't answer.

At this moment, he discovered something bad.

During this period of time, he has been deliberately ignoring all traces of Zhao Rong, and even came to Lu Xingping's side frequently to calm those negative emotions that came from nowhere.

Seems to be working.

But just seeing Zhao Rong smiling at others from afar and listening to a few words of Lu Xingping's provocative questioning, all these efforts were instantly wiped out, and the suppressed thoughts came back ten times and a hundred times.

It simply cannot be ignored.

Even when he thought that Zhao Rong had broken up with him, he couldn't help being upset and wanted to do something.

And no matter where he wants to go or what he thinks of, the first thing he thinks of is Zhao Rong.

His mind was full of Zhao Rong.

Where is Zhao Rong now?

What are you doing?

Zhao Rong, he...

It's all Zhao Rong.