Lost [Transmigration Book]

Changxi Road is in the old city, except for some main streets that retain their characteristics, other places are quite lonely.

The vicinity of Changxi Road used to be a small bungalow area that was not too prosperous, and it is even less crowded now.

There are very few people in front of the nearest pet store.

The little girl at the front desk yawned, looked at the clock, and counted off hours.

Before he finished yawning, the door squeaked, and the auto-sensing doll hanging on the wall shouted: "Welcome, welcome..."

As soon as the little girl raised her eyes, she immediately regained her spirits.

The visitor was at least 1.8 meters tall, dressed in a casual light coffee-colored windbreaker, walked in from the door, and the setting sun outside cast a long shadow.

His features were straight and straight, his expression was solemn, his slightly brown eyes were gloomy, and there was a light mole at the end of his eyes.Even so, it still couldn't weaken his natural fierceness.

It is clearly very good-looking eyebrows and eyes, but people dare not look at them at all.

Such people, even if they are greeted and sent off every day, the little girl at the front desk has not seen many of them.

The last time I saw you was Mr. Zhao who gave the roadside cats a one-off membership for ten years.

It's a pity that although that Mr. Zhao looks gentle and gentle, he is unreliable when he speaks, and this gentleman doesn't even have the courage to make people approach him.

The man who came in held a familiar post-it note, walked straight to the front desk, put the post-it note on the table gently, and said, "Did you leave this?"

The little girl at the front desk came back to her senses.

She glanced at it, and it was indeed left by her—she wrote the words on the paper the day Mr. Zhao came, in order to prevent them from missing any stray cats that ran out to play and did not come back when they housed them.

She nodded: "Yes, did you see other wild cats?"

Qiao Nanqi shook his head.

"Those cats, are they in the store now?"

The little girl was stunned, then nodded subconsciously: "Ah, yes, a gentleman entrusted us to house them. They were all wild cats on the side of the road. There are several in the family."

"Arrangement...?" Qiao Nanqi frowned slightly.

He thought it was just an act of kindness from the pet shop, but he didn't expect someone to do it on purpose.

"Can you adopt it?"

"Eh?"

"These cats... were at my door, and I wanted to take them home. Now that they're here with you, I want to take them," he said, "you can pay."

This is a wild cat on the side of the road. Even if it is a kind-hearted act of kindness on a whim, someone else is willing to take it home and raise it. It shouldn't be impossible.

But the little girl at the front desk showed a troubled expression.

"I can't make up my mind about this," she thought for a while, and said, "The gentleman who placed them said that he had kept these cats free-range for many years, but they would not come back in the future, so they were placed here with us. Strictly speaking Say, it’s not our raising…”

She glanced at Qiao Nanqi's not-so-happy expression, and said, "Or can I contact him for you? Maybe he will be willing."

A trace of surprise flashed across Qiao Nanqi's eyes.

"Excuse me," he said.

The little girl at the front desk asked him to wait, and went to the pet shop by herself, probably looking through the files.

Qiao Nanqi stood by the empty front desk, lowered his eyes, moved his fingertips slightly, and stroked the paper of the post-it note, feeling a little complicated.

Judging from the words of the front desk, the reason why these stray cats are still alive so many years after he moved away is that another person has been raising them free-range.

He used to think that these pasts would be quietly turned over with time, and that these passing little lives would only exist in his memory alone, lonely but special.

But at this moment, unexpectedly, he was accidentally let him know that there is actually another person in this world who keeps these gadgets.In those years that he wanted to forget, the tiny but indispensable warmth of his youth had actually been kept by others.

I don't know which kind person it is.

Even... the wild cat suddenly had a home at the beginning, was it also done by this unknown kind person?

Should not be possible.

It has been about ten years since he came here to live here temporarily.This can be regarded as most of his life for a young man, and this litter of wild cats is probably passed down to one generation.

for such a long time.

How could someone do such a small thing for ten years?

He thought, the little girl at the front desk came out after a few minutes, with a piece of paper in her hand when she came out.

"Sorry, I called that gentleman just now. He said that he is in the hospital for a physical examination and he doesn't have much time. This is his phone number," the little girl pushed the piece of paper in front of Qiao Nanqi, "he said a few times You can call him within an hour, and you can discuss with him."

Qiao Nanqi glanced at it, and there was a string of phone numbers on the note.

He stuffed the paper into his pocket, "Thank you."

Zhao Rong was doing a physical examination when she received a call from the pet store.

He has been in poor health since he was a child, and he has been struggling so much all these years. Now that he is free, he naturally wants to take care of him.

At first, when he saw that the call was from a pet store, he thought something had happened to a cat.

Knowing that someone wanted to take them away, he was a little surprised—these wild cats are not a good breed, so someone would like them.

It may be a good thing that someone is willing to take it home and raise it.

But this kind of thing cannot be discussed clearly in a few words, so he asked the person in the pet store to give that person his phone number, and asked that person to call him in a few hours.

After explaining in a few words, he put away his mobile phone and walked into the consulting room with the inspection report.

The doctor sitting at the desk sorted out the sundries on the desk, looked up at Zhao Rong, and suddenly said, "...Zhao Rong!?"

Zhao Rong was taken aback.

He reacted for a while before finding the corresponding name in his long memory.

"So it's you." He smiled and sat down at the table calmly.

The person in front of him is his high school classmate named Sun Manman.

She was Zhao Rong's front desk. Although the two of them didn't know each other very well, they often talked because of the relationship between the front and back desks.It was only later that Zhao Rong saw Sun Manman's thoughts. He didn't like the other party, so naturally he didn't want to delay others, so he gradually became estranged.

After college, he, a cannon fodder, also stepped into the plot of "Return", dealing with Chen Zehe and his ilk every day, and he had no contact with these people at all.

I didn't expect such a coincidence.

Sun Manman seemed a little embarrassed. When she showed Zhao Rong the inspection report, she always spoke out of proportion.

Zhao Rong came here to take care of his body. There was no sudden illness, and he was not in a hurry. He talked patiently.

After seeing the doctor, he took medicines for recuperating his body, and did some tests, but the person who said he wanted to adopt a kitten still didn't call.

On the contrary, Sun Manman not only dug out some social accounts from which they hadn't had a chat record for so many years, and asked him, "I'm leaving get off work soon, can I catch up over dinner later?"

Zhao Rong looked at the news and recalled the way Sun Manman looked at him just now.

He shook his head helplessly, and replied: "Okay. You decide the place, and I will treat you."

After Qiao Nanqi walked out of the pet shop, he didn't go back immediately.

He first put the post-it back safely, looked at the cat's nest for a while, and then walked along the aisle of Changxi Road, looking at the scenery that was much faded than he remembered, feeling empty in his heart.

He should have continued his life step by step, should have been happy with the achievement of his goals for many years, should have...

At this moment, there is nothing but emptiness—no, it is not.

And Zhao Rong.

Qiao Nanqi took out his phone from time to time, unlocked the screen, and wanted to call or send messages to Zhao Rong.

He wanted to hear what Zhao Rong had to say, or to get a response from Zhao Rong when he sent out some news. Knowing that Zhao Rong was still there would at least give him a sense of stability and dispel his anxiety.

The upset couldn't go away no matter what, and he didn't know how long he was wandering around. Finally, Xiao Wu called him and told him to pack it up.

Qiao Nanqi returned to the old house.

After entering the door, Xiao Wu looked at him tremblingly, and asked cautiously: "Sir, do you think there is anything else that needs to be dealt with?"

Qiao Nanqi turned to look at Xiao Wu.

He remembered that when he entered the door, if there was anything that needed to be done at home, Zhao Rong would handle it properly, then raised his head slightly, and asked him with a smile, "Take a look?"

Approach without any fear of alienation, without any guard.

He sat down on the sofa sleepily and said in a low voice, "Go back."

Xiao Wu Rumeng was pardoned, and hurried away with several other housekeeping staff.

In the end, he closed the door gently, leaving this square inch of silence to Qiao Nanqi very intimately.

Qiao Nanqi took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and then he took out the piece of paper that the pet shop clerk gave him just now from his pocket.

On the slip of paper was written the phone number of the kind man who had kept the litter of feral cats for several years.

He turned on the phone and entered the numbers on the pieces of paper one by one.

After a while, if the other party is not willing, he can give more money, and no one should refuse.

Or other benefits, he can give, and he can promise, just treat it as a little warm thank you for protecting him in his youth all these years.

If the negotiation goes well, he can also ask the other party, more than ten years ago, at the very beginning, if this person put the cat litter where the little wild cat was placed - although it is unlikely.

and also……

He thought, the phone number has already been entered.

With the automatic matching of the system, a note that he just modified a few days ago appeared under this string of numbers.

These two words have appeared in his mind every day these days, and they can't get rid of them, but at this moment they really appeared before his eyes, but he didn't seem to know these two words anymore.

Qiao Nanqi's hand that had subconsciously moved to the dial button suddenly stopped.

The surroundings are lonely, but it seems that there is something chattering in his ears. Invisibly, a hand stabs into his chest, holds his heart tightly, and grabs it——

Torn apart.

So much so that, at such a moment, he didn't even have any thoughts.

moment.

Memories from 12 years ago slowly surfaced.

He paid the 14-year-old Zhao Rong all of Zhao Ming's medical expenses. As soon as he turned around, the young man held a newly written IOU in front of him as if holding a treasure.

He didn't accept it, and directly tore up the IOU and threw it into the trash can beside him.

Later, when he walked out of the hospital, the young Zhao Rong ran after him and called out to him out of breath.

"May I ask your bank card number, or your address? Later, when I have money, I will definitely pay you back."

At that time, it was still early, and many things were not as convenient as they are today.

Most of the money exchanges are face-to-face transactions or troublesome transfers.

It is understandable that Zhao Rong would ask his address.

But Qiao Nanqi didn't want to repay the favor.

I also don't want the young man in front of me to think that this is a charity, hurting his dignity.

So he found a pen in the lobby of the hospital, and said to Zhao Rong, "Stretch out your hand."

Zhao Rong was stunned, didn't ask him what he wanted to do, but obediently stretched out his right hand.

Qiao Nanqi tapped his clenched fist lightly with the pen holder.

"Spread out."

"Oh……"

The boy spread out his palm obediently again.

He raised his hand to hold the pen, and the tip of the pen lightly landed on the young man's palm.

"Don't flinch," he said.

"It's a little itchy..."

Having said that, Zhao Rong did not move again.

16-year-old Qiao Nanqi wrote down the address of this old house on Changxi Road.

At that time, he thought that the house his mother bought in the early years had long been unoccupied, and even if Zhao Rong went to look for him at that time, it would be nothing but a vacant house.Not only let Zhao Rong let go of his guilt at this moment, but also quietly erase this kindness.

It's also killing two birds with one stone.

It's just that things are impermanent.

He later moved back to this house, but he also forgot that he once wrote down the address here stroke by stroke on the palm of the boy.

Some kind of car drove by outside the street, and suddenly there was a loud roar of the engine, which brought back Qiao Nanqi's thoughts.

He lowered his head, only to realize that the piece of paper with the phone number written on it by the pet store clerk had been tightly held in his hand, crumpled into a ball.

Just like his thoughts.

——How could someone do such a small thing for ten years?

may.

... There is a man who will.