Lost [Transmigration Book]

afternoon.

After Zhao Rong and Fang Zhuoqun finished their work, they went back to the nursing home and had dinner with Zhao Ming.

Fang Zhuoqun was not one to be idle, and he kept talking while eating.From Zhao Rong's youthful past that I didn't know how many times I told Zhao Ming, to some trivial but interesting things encountered in the past few years, and finally mentioned that he and his girlfriend are about to get married.

When it came to asking Zhao Rong to be the best man, Zhao Ming glanced at Zhao Rong and asked slowly, "Xiao Rong, do you still plan to get married in the future?"

Zhao Rong was taken aback.

He thought about the unresolved engagement with Lu Xingping, and thought about the future.

"I didn't think about it." He said, bowed his head and took a mouthful of rice.

Zhao Ming didn't ask any more questions, and Fang Zhuoqun didn't mention the marriage anymore.

After dinner, Zhao Ming went to take a nap, and Zhao Rong and Fang Zhuoqun walked out of the courtyard for a walk.

Winter is coming and we don't know when the first snow will fall.

The chilly wind was coming, Zhao Rong kicked the stones beside his feet, and heard Fang Zhuoqun's voice: "Zhao Rong."

"You call me by my name so solemnly, I panic."

"..." Fang Zhuoqun gave him a blank look, but his expression paused again, "Actually, I didn't plan to bring it up again, I wanted this matter to end in such a tacit way. But during the meal just now, your mother asked if you still plan to fight Marriage, you said you didn't think about it..."

"You... really don't like Qiao Nanqi?"

Zhao Rong forcefully kicked the stones at his feet.

He didn't evade this question, but thought about it seriously, and said very honestly like he had just answered Zhao Ming: "It's not so much that I don't like it, it should be said that I don't want to like it."

Seeing Fang Zhuoqun's hesitant expression for a moment, he laughed, "Don't think too much about it."

"I've just been stupid for so many years, and I suddenly realized that sometimes ideals and reality do have a clear line, and people change. I woke up and didn't want to make mistakes again, and he never 'asleep'. Now The current Qiao Nanqi and I are not suitable."

If things like "like" can be controlled freely, how can there be so many paranoia submerged in endless years?

He has liked Qiao Nanqi for so many years, and this feeling has even penetrated into his bones.

But it was also when it penetrated into his bones that he really knew how to scrape off these things bit by bit and step by step.

He has been terminally ill for so many years, and he has become his own best doctor.

The autumn wind made his hands slightly cold. He raised his hands, rubbed them with warm air, and said without hesitation: "Can you stop asking me so awkwardly? There is nothing you can't say, we broke up." , It's over, it's impossible... If you want to ask, ask and don't mention it if you don't want to, am I the kind of person who avoids it?"

Fang Zhuoqun nodded: "No, when you were in the second year of high school, you lost the first place in the monthly exam because you didn't write your name. You felt ashamed and didn't let your mother and I mention it."

Zhao Rong: "...Why did you open your mouth?"

"...Speaking of which, since you have made up your mind this time, what do you plan to do after you take all these things back to you? Start a company and do it yourself?"

Fang Zhuoqun raised his hand and threw the mineral water towards Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong took it, didn't drink it, and played with it casually, saying, "I can't do those things, and no one will use them for me."

The ones he knew were either those playboys, or those people headed by Qiao Nanqi.Those people are all the proud sons of heaven - after all, they are the friends of the hero in this world, but who will help him?

Starting from scratch is not easy.

not to mention……

"I haven't been in good health for the past few years, and I can't stand the toss."

"Student Zhao, you finally remembered that you still need to take care of your body, which is rare."

Zhao Rong smiled.

Usually at this time, he would always have to compete with Fang Zhuoqun on words.But he was really wrong about this matter, so he didn't say anything.

He was really stupid before, he only did some meaningless things, and his health was not very good at a young age.

Zhao Rong died of a terminal illness in his previous life, and he knew what it would be like to spend time in the hospital.In the past, he only had Qiao Nanqi in his eyes, and he felt that everything was worthwhile, but now those things have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't need to abuse his body and work hard.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked slowly on the path full of fallen leaves, and then said: "I am also preparing for the past few days, learning something. When everything is done, I want to leave Yangcheng and go to a new place , make some investment in entertainment and tourism, and then use the money from the operation to set up a foundation and welfare home, and settle there in the future.”

"It sounds quite rich." Fang Zhuoqun suddenly remembered something and stopped, "No, then why do you still have an investment in Yangcheng?"

"You mean the bar?"

"Yes, you are selling everything else, just this one, you just transferred it back to your name."

This reminded Zhao Rong.

He took out his mobile phone, texted Liu Shun the name of the bar, and replied to Fang Zhuoqun, "Because it will be needed in two days."

Qiao Nanqi slowly inserted the rusty key into the keyhole.

The old door lock has withstood so much wind, sun, autumn wind, frost and snow for so many years. When it is turned, it makes a dull metallic sound.

He hadn't been here for a long time, and he even forgot which direction to turn for a moment, and twisted it a few times in vain, only to realize that he was twisting in the wrong direction.

During the movement, Qiao Nanqi rubbed the rust on the doorknob with his fingertips.

He frowned, suddenly a little irritable.

He is not usually irritable and irritable, but at this moment, Qiao Nanqi just wanted to lose his temper for no reason.

The door should have been opened by twisting it in the other direction, or wiping his fingertips first, but his frown became tighter and tighter, just like this, holding the key in one hand and the doorknob in the other, without moving.

Until Xiao Wu came from behind and asked tentatively: "...Mr.?"

Only then did Qiao Nanqi breathe calmly, and opened the door of this old house on Changxi Road, which had been unoccupied for a long time.

There was a burst of dust.

The light from the outside enters the house through the windows and the open door. All the furniture inside are covered with dust-proof cloth covers, and at a glance, everything is white.

The dusty memories flooded into Qiao Nanqi's mind along with the familiar scene in front of him.

This was his residence when he was young, and it was the place where he never came back after he became an adult.It's not even a proper place to live compared to the other properties Qiao Nanqi now owns.But he still chose this place for the first time, because it carried some pretty good memories of his teenage years, maybe... it would make him think less about Zhao Rong.

Xiao Wu had already started to arrange for people to clean up. Qiao Nanqi stood at the door, watching the figures coming and going.

He didn't say anything, just stood there, as if remembering.

He didn't stare at the house all the time, but just glanced roughly, and his eyes fell on the distance outside the old house, and he didn't know where he was looking at the corner of the street in the distance.

But he just stood like this, Xiao Wu and the others felt the pressure and did not dare to slack off at all.

After a while, Xiao Wu came up to him and asked him: "Sir, why don't you sweep a room first, so you can rest?"

Qiao Nanqi shook his head.

He glanced at the sky, and said, "It's still early, I'll go and have a look."

Before Xiao Wu could react, his husband had already put on his windbreaker, his pocket in one hand, and walked towards the end of the street diagonally opposite the old house, stepping on the fallen leaves and dead branches in the yard.

Weeds are overgrown at the end of the street, and the utility poles on both sides are covered with three vulgar advertisements. The sidewalk is still the style of floor tiles ten years ago, and many weeds emerge from the cracks in the bricks.There was nothing there except that behind the weeds there seemed to be a cat's kennel or a kennel that looked like a well-meaning person left behind.

I don't know what Master Qiao is going to do again.

But Mr. Qiao has been acting abnormally too much these days, and Xiao Wu is almost used to it.

He just glanced at Qiao Nanqi's receding back, then immediately withdrew his gaze and continued with the work at hand.

On the other side, Qiao Nanqi walked across the not-so-wide road to the end of the street diagonally opposite the old house.

He stepped into the weeds in the green belt and stood in front of the deep cat's nest.

The cat's nest is still the same cat's nest, but there are many traces of wind and sun.

But there was nothing in the cat litter.

... Where's the cat?

Qiao Nanqi was startled for a moment, suddenly a little stunned.

In the past few years he lived on Changxi Road, what impressed him the most was the group of wild cats outside his house.

At that time, he had just learned about the things that Qiao Anqing had never told him, and he had a complete break with He Nan. He was fledgling and moved to this property that Qiao Anqing bought many years ago.

Live alone.

He didn't bring any of the servants of the Qiao family, but occasionally called the housekeeping staff to clean up.

This litter of wild cats is his rare "friend".

At first, there seemed to be only one.

Once when Qiao Nanqi came home from school, the thin wild cat followed him for a while. It was obvious that he knew someone and was willing to go home with him.

Qiao Nanqi grew up with the two cats raised by Qiao Anqing since he was a child. He is quite patient with such small things, and has bought canned food and fed them a few times.But he still didn't bring it home in the end.

At that time, he had nightmares almost every night, and all he thought about was the resentment and hatred towards He Nan, and he couldn't take care of it, how could he take care of a wild cat?Occasionally remember, feed a few times, at most that's it.

At that time, he thought, maybe this little wild cat will have an accident one day, or it will be brought home by another kind person one day, or it will change to a new place and never appear again... After all, it is a no-man. Anything a person wants is possible—just like him.

But I don't know which day it was, it seemed to be such a cool autumn day, and I don't know which kind-hearted person set up a cat's nest in this place.The man didn't take the cat away, but just put some things at the end of the street, which can be regarded as a temporary home for the wild cat.

Changxi Road is full of old houses, and there are not many people living in them. The cat is left unattended, and occasionally someone feeds it. It just stayed like this, and it actually passed through a spring and autumn in peace.

In the spring of the following year, there were more wild cats in this area. The wild cat found a companion and gave birth to a litter of kittens.

No longer lonely, no longer wandering, but free.

When Qiao Nanqi went out, he would often see one or two wandering the street.

The cat still recognized him, and sometimes it would come up to him, rub against his ankle, and make a few noises to beg for something.

He just took a few glances like this, and his depressed mood could be eased a little.

Then he moved away and never came back.Those few years on Changxi Road were his most vulnerable time. He didn't want to mention it to anyone. He didn't tell anyone about it, but he always remembered it clearly.

Today, after so many years, he just looked at the door of his house and vaguely saw the cat's nest behind the weeds, and the idea of ​​coming over to have a look rose in an instant.

If the litter is still there, he can take it home.

After all, he was no longer the child who could not take care of himself.Moreover, the more angry the family is, the more he might... think of Zhao Rong less.

I just didn't expect that the cat's nest was so completely empty.

The earliest wild cat was not young, and according to the time, even if there were no accidents, it was almost time to die by now.

Who took the other cats?Or something unexpected?Where did you change it?

forget it.

He dismissed the idea.

But Qiao Nanqi hadn't had time to turn around and leave. When he looked away, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the post-it that was pasted on the edge of the cat's litter with a waterproof transparent adhesive strip.

The adhesive tape is very new, only the edges are slightly rolled up, so it doesn't take long to see.

There seemed to be words on the sticky note.

Qiao Nanqi was taken aback.

He bent down and took a closer look.

The content on the paper is very simple, roughly saying that this litter of wild cats has been taken away by someone, and if other people who will come to feed the cats see it, don't worry.They may miss the ones who are not at home when they take them away. If you see scattered kittens, you can also contact them.

Signed is a pet shop.

Write down the phone number and mark the address.

Qiao Nanqi raised his hand and slowly tore off the post-it note.