Lost [Transmigration Book]

His stomach was made like this in order to get closer to Qiao Nanqi.

Zhao Rong was taken back to the Chen family when she was 19 years old.

This is exactly the same as the plot in the book "Return".When Zhao Rong transmigrated, the original body was only nine years old. After ten years in this world, he reached the point where the plot of the book intersects.

Even Qiao Nanqi, who is the male protagonist, has only simple words in the book about his childhood experience, let alone such an insignificant cannon fodder?

When I read it, I didn’t feel it, but after experiencing it for myself, Zhao Rong realized that the few plots and life experience in the book are just a glance for others, but for those who really live on this trajectory It is said that it is the stacking of every day and every year, and finally a few weak descriptions are completed.

The reason why the original "Zhao Rong" is a cannon fodder is actually related to his life experience.

Strictly speaking, Zhao Rong is the illegitimate son of his father, Chen Fengnian, who was living abroad.

After all, the book "Return" has been finished for a long time, and the life stories of many people in it are very old-fashioned, and cannon fodder like Zhao Rong is a typical example.After all, it's a story of spring breeze once, giving birth to a child privately.

Originally, given the status of the Chen family in the upper-class circle, even if an illegitimate child like Zhao Rong was left to die outside, the Chen family would not give him a look.However, until Chen Fengnian died of a sudden illness, he never got married, let alone had a legitimate child - his illegitimate child became the only child instead.

When Chen Fengnian was dying, the Chen family brought Zhao Rong back.There are two cousins ​​above him, and he ranks third.

Zhao Rong has lived the lives of ordinary people in two lifetimes, and it is difficult to integrate into such a completely different circle all of a sudden.Even for playing, only Liu Shun and those who are a little worse than the Chen family will be jealous of him. People like the Chen family and Qiao Nanqi will never bring him along even if they form a game.

Others called the two cousins ​​above him "Chen Da" and "Chen Er", but when he came to him, he was embarrassed and just called him "Third Young Master", which obviously meant a lot.

The original "Zhao Rong" was slapped in the face after provoking the hero Qiao Nanqi because of this low self-esteem.

Zhao Rong, who came through the book, did not have such a provocative heart, but he wanted to get closer to Qiao Nanqi.

Zhao Rong, who has read the original text several times, is very clear that if he doesn't fight for it himself, the intersection of him and Qiao Nanqi in this life will only be in the face-slapping chapters in the plot.

Qiao Nanqi would not approach him, he could only rely on his understanding of the characters in the plot and rely on these relationships to walk over by himself.

In Qiao Nanqi's circle, if they want to play together, they either like it or they can have fun.

No matter how hard they try, they are unlikely to appreciate Zhao Rong's dishonest background.What's more, his two cousins ​​are watching, how can there be a chance to be extraordinary?

Then you can only have fun.

How can I have fun?

Never refuse a drink, never push back an appointment.

He didn't have a good capacity for alcohol, and he didn't know how to play those night games at first.

I can only forcefully pour it down, bite the bullet and play with those people.

Once he drank so much that his cheeks were flushed and his stomach was overwhelmed with discomfort. He sneaked to the bathroom to vomit for a while, and happened to bump into Qiao Nanqi when he walked out the door.

Qiao Nanqi hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol, his back was straight and his figure was slender. Standing in front of him, a drunk, he looked radiant.

Zhao Rong just vomited, washed his face and rinsed his mouth, his face was wet, sweat and water hung on his neck.

The man looked down at him, and Zhao Rong was so embarrassed that his tongue was tied up for a moment: "Qiao, Qiao Da..."

Qiao Nanqi calmly took off the scarf hanging around his neck and handed it to him: "Wipe it."

When this person is alone, he likes to light the incense made of agarwood, and the scarf is soaked with a little clean agarwood fragrance.

The slight scent that belonged exclusively to Qiao Nanqi came to the tip of his nose, and he subconsciously took it, and obediently and politely wiped off the drops of water on his face under Qiao Nanqi's gaze.The scarf feels soft to the touch, and the fragrance is mild and calm, completely different from the sharpness of Qiao Nanqi.

After Zhao Rong finished wiping, he subconsciously clenched the softness in his hand, and it took him a moment to realize that the owner of the scarf was not him.

When I looked up, I found that Qiao Nanqi had already turned and left, leaving only his back as he was going away.In the colorful aisle at night, amidst the extremely noisy reverberations, this figure from the back was exceptionally quiet.

Holding the scarf, he shouted over the loud music: "Your scarf—"

Qiao Nanqi waved his hand with his back turned.

Later, Zhao Rong washed the scarf and sent Qiao Nanqi a text message saying that he would return it, but Qiao Nanqi never replied.

I don't know if I don't want the scarf, or if I want to give it to him--in fact, it's almost the same.

Later, Zhao Rong did get closer to Qiao Nanqi, and also practiced a comfortable posture on this occasion, but his stomach pain could not be removed.

Fortunately, as Qiao Nanqi got older, his words became more and more important.

This person said lightly, "I don't like the smell of alcohol and smoke", and Zhao Rong also got drunk, and didn't drink much, but sometimes his stomach hurts like now.

Although this matter was related to Qiao Nanqi, it was his own choice in the final analysis.

Zhao Rong didn't tell Fang Zhuoqun about this, but blamed himself for not taking good care of his body.

"By the way," Fang Zhuoqun's words brought him back from his memory, "When will the things you asked me to invest for you be transferred to your name?"

Zhao Rong didn't care too much and said, "Leave it alone for now."

He just kept it as a backhand, and he might not be able to keep it in the future.

Fang Zhuoqun answered another call from his girlfriend, he was at a loss: "I have to go, when will Qiao Nanqi come back?"

Zhao Rong didn't want to drag him, so she lied, "It's coming soon."

Fang Zhuoqun went to the door and changed his slippers.

Before closing the door, he looked at Zhao Rong who was lying on the sofa. Out of his corner of the eye, he glanced at the spacious living room of Qiao Nanqi's house—either there was a piano score that Zhao Rong couldn't read at all, or someone like them would appreciate it. Paintings that don't come.

He and Zhao Rong are considered to be half-children, and have known each other since junior high school, and Fang Zhuoqun also knows Zhao Rong's preferences to some extent.Normally, Zhao Rong likes to read books. In the past, the small apartment was full of books. After going to university, it somehow changed. The house is nothing more than some game equipment and small toys to pass the time...

In short, the room is full, not like it is now, like a home and a hotel.

After Zhao Rong and Qiao Nanqi got married, Fang Zhuoqun only came to Zhao Rong's house once at the very beginning.Now at first glance, he realized where the awkwardness he had felt all the time came from—this place not only lacked the smoke and fireworks of life, but also had no traces of Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong turned over on the sofa and said casually, "What are you looking at?"

Fang Zhuoqun pressed the moment of something wrong, closed the door and left.

In the huge villa, only Zhao Rong's breathing was left at this moment.

No one was watching, it was easy.

He directly called the team leader of the company to ask for leave until this weekend, and then he was wrapped in a blanket like a big bug, lying on his side on the sofa, his cheeks rubbing against the furry sofa cushions, his whole body was warm, but he fell asleep in a short while caught.

Qiao Nanqi didn't return all night.

Zhao Rong didn't have the energy to tidy herself up, so she lay down on the sofa all night.

When he woke up, everything in sight had not changed, it was the same as before he fell asleep last night.The door of the master bedroom was not opened, and there was no sign that the other person had returned.

Either he went somewhere he didn't know, or...

Are you looking for Lu Xingping again?

——Lu Xingping is different from him. In Qiao Nanqi's eyes, he is an unlearned and incompetent trash.

When Zhao Rong thought of Lu Xingping, he thought of the fucked marriage relationship between him and Lu Xingping that existed in the original "Return" book, and his head hurt even more.

He rubbed his forehead, turned on his phone and glanced at it.

There was a message from Fang Zhuoqun after he came home, and several missed calls from his group of cronies. Even Song Xinxin, a colleague, sent a greeting, asking him why he didn't go to work today.These messages filled Zhao Rong's mobile phone to the brim. After reading and replying, Zhao Rong always felt that she had forgotten something.

He was in a daze for a while before he remembered that he called Qiao Nanqi three times last night at the moment when his stomach hurt the most. So far, Qiao Nanqi hasn't even sent a message of greeting.

In the past, Zhao Rong would squat down on her mobile phone, and couldn't help but check for Qiao Nanqi's reply every few minutes.Even if he didn't wait, he would still send a message to Qiao Nanqi on his own.

Now Zhao Rong just glanced at it, turned over on the bed, and yawned.

It seems that Qiao Nanqi won't be going home at this time, Zhao Rong glanced at the calendar - it has been a week since he went to the nursing home last time.

He stayed in bed at home for a while, rested until he was a little refreshed, put on casual clothes, and drove out alone.

Before going to the nursing home, he took a detour to a familiar villa area.

Although Zhao Rong was not a regular visitor in this villa area, his license plate number was registered, and the guard didn't stop him, so he drove into the front of the innermost building without hindrance.

On the quiet and spacious path, Zhao Rong slowly stepped on the brakes, her eyes fixed on the license plate number of another car parked at the entrance of the villa.

——It was a car under Qiao Nanqi's private name.

Qiao Nanqi was indeed here with Lu Xingping again.

There was a melodious sound of the piano floating in the villa, and it was unclear whether it was Lu Xingping playing or Qiao Nanqi playing.

Zhao Rong didn't get out of the car, but just stared at the familiar license plate for a while.

The sound of the piano stopped for a while, as if the song was over, and a new melody came after a few seconds.

He listened carefully for a while, only to feel that there was no difference in these music tones in his ears - he really still didn't agree with these things, and naturally there was a natural gap.

He turned on his phone, chose a popular song to play, and slowly stepped on the accelerator, driving in the direction of the nursing home.

The nursing home is located in the suburbs on the edge of the city, surrounded by large areas of greenery, and it can only be reached after turning a certain distance from the road. It is quiet and quiet.

This is the private sanatorium with the best facilities in Yangcheng. Each room number is an independent suite, and the price is also the most expensive.

Zhao Rong is the VIP here, so he didn't have to stop the car, he drove all the way in, and drove to an independent two-storey suite.

The nursing aunt who was in charge of taking care of Zhao Ming was already standing at the door waiting for him.

"Xiao Zhao is here."

When Zhao Rong got out of the car, the nursing aunt reached out to pick up the fruit that Zhao Rong brought. Zhao Rong waved her hand and walked in with the fruit, saying, "How is my mother now?"

"I'm not sober now," the nursing aunt followed behind. "I haven't been sober these days. I'll call you when she wakes up?"

Zhao Rong walked through the suite, walked from the back door to the small courtyard behind, and saw Zhao Ming sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket covering her legs, basking in the sun.

Her eyes were exactly the same as Zhao Rong's, and she was naturally smiling. Even though her face was expressionless, her face looked pleasing and gentle.Zhao Rong's eyes and thin lips are inherited from his mother. Standing together, they naturally seem to be connected, which is the proof of their blood relationship.

Zhao Ming was Zhao Rong's only relative in his two lifetimes.

But Zhao Ming's brain burned out shortly after giving birth to him, and he had a fever and fell ill every now and then, which was normal for a few hours a day.

In the past, he would babble and say a few stupid things, but now it is rare to have a sober time.

Zhao Rong walked up to Zhao Ming, but Zhao Ming was still looking ahead out of focus, showing no interest in his coming.

He moved a chair, faced the sunlight and the cool autumn wind, patiently peeled Zhao Ming's favorite grapes, and gave her to eat one by one.The nursing aunt knew Zhao Rong's habits. After Zhao Rong came in, she left the small courtyard and went to make lunch.

Zhao Ming is not awake at the moment, just eating dully, Zhao Rong handed it over, and she opened her mouth to eat.

Zhao Rong had a lot to say to Zhao Ming.

This is someone who won't bore him no matter what he says, and someone he can trust unconditionally.

But now that he was sitting beside Zhao Ming, he suddenly had nothing to say.In fact, he himself understands many things. He is also very clear about what he wants and what he cannot get.

He's lived two lives, not a fool, just a stubborn fool.

So he said nothing.

The daylight moved slowly with time, and the entire small courtyard was silent.

Zhao Rong stayed with Zhao Ming all day, and even ate lunch in the nursing home.

In the evening, dusk overturned, and there were only the two of them in the small backyard.Zhao Rong bent down and hugged Zhao Ming who was sitting in a wheelchair.

His voice was wrapped in a hoarse voice that he hadn't spoken for a long time: "Mom."

Zhao Ming didn't respond.

"I was afraid that telling you this would affect your mood, but now you won't remember—I want to share a piece of good news with you."

Zhao Ming still looked ahead.

"I've changed my mind."

I don't want to like Qiao Nanqi anymore.