Lost [Transmigration Book]

Outside the car, the wind and snow came back at some point, and the slanted snow fell down, covering the entire land.

Under Qiao Nanqi's desperate gaze, Zhao Rong opened the back door and walked on.

Qiao Nanqi immediately followed him out of the car, stepped forward quickly, and stood in front of Zhao Rong, begging in a low voice: "Don't go, listen to me..."

Zhao Rong didn't move, "I've heard you finished."

"Why do you have to marry him? He has had someone else in his heart for so many years, how could he forget those unforgettable memories for him in just a few months?"

"Lu Xingping may not be your good match, and you may not love him much, how long has it been!? How long is this compared to our ten years?"

Zhao Rong's eyes trembled suddenly when he heard the word "ten years".

He said softly, "It's not our ten years, it's my ten years and your ten years."

Qiao Nanqi was stabbed severely by these words.

He almost didn't even stand still, he was about to kneel and sit in the snow, and it took him a long time to stabilize his figure.

He choked up and said, "Whatever you want, you tell me, and I can give it to you, anything. I have what Lu Xingping has."

"I don't want anything."

"Thousands of money are hard to buy, I am happy," Zhao Rong said in a very low voice, but with weight, Qiao Nanqi couldn't breathe with every word, "I like this kind of thing, if it really makes sense , can really be measured by those substances, how can we stand here like this now?"

"You say that Lu Xingping is not a good match, and you say that I may not really love him..."

He took a step forward and approached Qiao Nanqi, only a few inches away from this person, like a lover.

Qiao Nanqi looked down at him with red eyes. The approach was so unexpected that all his words got stuck in his throat, and even his breathing slowed down, for fear that the heat in his breath would disturb him.

Flutters of catkins fell on Zhao Rong and Qiao Nanqi's hair, like the decorative sky falling down little by little.

Zhao Rong raised her hand, and her fingertips lightly slid across the edge of Qiao Nanqi's side face.

The air was cold, and Qiao Nanqi's face was also slightly chilled by the wind and snow. Zhao Rong's hand that had just been taken out of his pocket was still warm, and the touch of his fingertips made Qiao Nanqi's eyes flutter.He wanted to raise his hand to grasp the rare warmth in the boundless space, and hold it to his lips for a soft kiss, but his arm moved slightly, but he put it down again.

Still a little afraid.

Zhao Rong seemed to be outlining the outline of his side face, and only when his fingertips touched his chin did he say, "But do I just love you?"

Qiao Nanqi froze.

"Do you remember a few days ago, when you first came to the nursing home?"

"At that time, you told me that you don't have to give up the career, status, and property that you have been planning for many years... But I thought about what would happen if you lost these, and suddenly realized that I didn't seem to know. What exactly do you like?"

"It turns out that when I just left you, I was still a little bit uneasy. I was just disappointed and afraid at that time, but I didn't let go completely. But I didn't know until I saw you stubbornly unwilling to let go. Maybe the past For a few years, my paranoia was also pathological."

"At that moment, I suddenly realized that I have been asking you to think clearly, so I need to think clearly too."

"Yes, I don't necessarily love Lu Xingping that much. But I don't necessarily love you either. Maybe in the past ten years, what I loved was your appearance and ability, and what I loved may only be your face that I touch now. , what I love may be the hand you stretched out when I fell into the mud, what I love is the past, what I love is not you—"

"Qiao Nanqi, I may not love you."

This may be serious.

How could he not have loved Qiao Nanqi.

But at this moment, Zhao Rong finally understood that it was not only Qiao Nanqi who had to think clearly, but also himself.

What exactly does he want now?

He loves not people but the past, does he not want to love, or dare not love?If he didn't think clearly, even if he looked back, what he got was not what he wanted, and what Qiao Nanqi got might not be what Qiao Nanqi wanted. Wouldn't it be another ten years of repetition and the same ending?

He didn't want to say this, but at this moment, he had to say it.

These words were too heavy, and Qiao Nanqi didn't even react at all for a moment.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Rong walked around him.

He walked to his car and got in.

The sound of the car's engine sounded, and with a burst of mist that intersected with the air-conditioning, it drifted away.

Qiao Nanqi was firmly nailed to his chest by the sentence "I may not love you", and when he recovered from the endless pain, the car had disappeared from his sight.

At that moment, in the snowstorm, there seemed to be a voice in his mind, vaguely telling him——Give up.

Give up and it won't hurt.

But he only felt that this thought was the most painful.

No.

No.

He couldn't accept it.

Qiao Nanqi stumbled back to his car.

He stepped on the accelerator and drove to Zhao Rong's house.

After Zhao Rong returned home, she wrapped herself in a blanket and sat on the carpet in the living room, staring at the snow falling outside the window, in a daze for a while.

He thought, if it wasn't for the wedding, if it wasn't for him to know so many mistakes at this moment, maybe he would have turned his head back.

He thought of Qiao Nanqi saying "please" to him with a hoarse voice. He was only slightly shaken just now, but now he seemed to have drunk some high-strength alcohol. When he first took it, it was only spicy. It's dizzying.

He forced himself, suppressed the turbulent emotions, and looked at the snow scene outside the window in a trance.

For a long time, there was only one word that had just been thought of in my mind.

--at this point.

Afterwards, he forced himself to calm down, got up, and continued to deal with the wedding matters that he had decided on yesterday.

He called Xu Xin.

"..."

"Well, we can start preparing the invitation. The senior sent me the contact information of the person in charge of the Lu family. I will send it to you. You and them can compile the invitation list."

"..."

"Make a copy of both paper and electronic. After all, it is more appropriate for some people to send an electronic version."

"..."

"By the way, the electronic version will help me prepare an unnamed one. I can use it."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Rong wondered if he was too busy the past two days, and he was exhausted today, so he was so sleepy that he fell asleep.

He didn't know how long he slept.

He has too many things on his mind today, and it is rare to have nightmares normally, but this time his dreams were very complicated.

For a while, when I first wore it, I was not used to the body of a nine-year-old child. Sometimes I would bump into him, and Zhao Ming would tap his forehead lightly, calling him sloppy.

After a while, he returned to Chen's house and saw Qiao Nanqi again.At that time, Qiao Nanqi seemed to be a little surprised when he looked at him. It was that little surprise that made him think, does this person also want to see himself?

Then the picture in the dream flashed, it was Qiao Nanqi's red eyes today.The man opened his mouth and said to him, "Zhao Rong, have you really thought it through?" The voice he made was his own.

Zhao Rong woke up.

The sky was still bright, and there was a resounding ringing doorbell at the door.

He was still in a trance of sleep, and immediately thought of the driver of Chen Jingnian. Worried that the other party hadn't left and was trying to cause trouble, he immediately took out his mobile phone and turned on the monitoring.

Then he saw Qiao Nanqi.

...haven't given up yet?

He thought for a while and decided to pretend he wasn't at home.

But the person at the door seemed to know his plan, rang the doorbell for a while, and shouted outside the door: "You are at home, the snow on the road has footprints."

Zhao Rong was silent.

Qiao Nanqi stopped knocking on the door. He was still wearing the windbreaker that had been soaked in snow, and the water stains on his clothes had already dried for a round.

He was at the door, waiting without a word.

As if competing with something.

Zhao Rong turned off the camera, got up, and went to read.

He had read the books on the bookshelf at home all these years ago, picked them up casually, and thought about what to read, but he didn't expect to see them in front of him, it was a science fiction novel.

"Time Immigration" [1].

He paused, and for a moment wanted to put this kind of novel that had appeared in the library list back.

But the movement of pushing it back seemed timid - even though no one was watching in the study.

Zhao Rong still held the book, sat by the window, and started to read it again.

It is easy for him to read seriously, and he was a little distracted at first. From time to time, he thought of some pictures he saw Qiao Nanqi in the library before, and then he gradually sank into it.

When he saw that the human beings in the book had finally found a suitable starting point in the future, the sky was already bright yellow.

There has been no movement outside.

Should we go?

He closed the book, took out his mobile phone, and looked at the picture in the camera at the door.

Then, he paused.

—— Qiao Nanqi was still at the door.

The man didn't knock, just sat under the eaves, didn't do anything, just waited like that.

He stroked the side of the phone slightly with his fingertips, thought for a moment, and called Xia Yuantu.

He told Xia Yuantu that Qiao Nanqi was with him, that Qiao Nanqi was a little out of control now, and asked Xia Yuantu to pick him up.

Zhao Rong was ready to explain briefly to Xia Yuantu, but Xia Yuantu was not surprised by Qiao Nanqi's actions at all, and just told him: "I'll come right now, before I arrive, if there is any accident, you will also Tell me right now."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Rong walked to the door.

He looked at Qiao Nanqi who was waiting outside the door on the phone screen, and said, "Go back, what's the point of waiting at the door any longer?"

Hearing his words, Qiao Nanqi stood up abruptly.

He leaned over to the door, "Don't get married, Zhao Rong, don't get married, okay? Even if it takes a little longer, I can prove myself, and I will make you fall in love with me again."

"The wedding date has been set. Let it go, there are many mistakes in this world."

"I can't let go!"

"..." Zhao Rong didn't know what to say.

"I don't agree," he gritted his teeth, "Why? You didn't know him well before, and you only knew him for a few months! He told me that day that he was going to get married, but he didn't dare to admit in front of me that he was going to get married. It's you, he loves you."

"If you really don't love me anymore, at least you shouldn't choose someone who doesn't like you that much. He loves you far less than I do."

"What do you like about him?"

"Can you tell me? I can learn anything you like about him. I can even learn to be like Lu Xingping. I can do it. Really, I can do it."

As Qiao Nanqi spoke, he suddenly felt his cheeks turn colder.

He raised his hand and touched a piece of wetness.

Still crying.

Fortunately, Zhao Rong didn't see it.

He suppressed his sobs, "Zhao Rong...I don't accept that you choose him."

Hearing what he said, Zhao Rong felt a little sad.

When he left, he only thought about their own well-being, and Qiao Nanqi was still the young master Qiao who did whatever he wanted and was high-spirited, living his ordinary life.

After all, he didn't want to see Qiao Nanqi's current appearance.

Obviously, both of them can leave the scene in a good way, how could they get to the current situation?

He said: "When I first moved into your house, I also thought about this question-I don't accept it, why?"

"Later, I simply didn't want to think about it. I couldn't know the answer to this question, so I chose to give up thinking about this question."

Outside the door, Qiao Nanqi choked out of nowhere.

Zhao Rong went on to say: "You are too emotional now, calm down first. Maybe you sleep or go out to relax, and then think about this matter, it will not be like this."

Qiao Nanqi's behavior frightened him instead.

"I'll see you on the wedding day."

Zhao Rong was about to turn around when Qiao Nanqi called out his name again: "Zhao Rong."

He took a step.

Through a door, the man's voice became even more dull, and at the moment it was covered with a layer of determination.

"I can make it impossible for you to get married."

"Qiao Nanqi!"

"Lu Xingping won't be my opponent." He seemed to have gone crazy, and the words he said became more and more terrifying. "There are many things I can do, and you and him are too concerned about this."

"I won't let you be together. If you want to be with him, I can use everything I have now to make you lose everything you have now."

"I can make you only think about me every day, and I can't live without you. I will tie you by my side until you forget him, until you fall in love with me again."

Zhao Rong took a deep breath.

He was actually a little soft-hearted just now.

But it was because he was a little soft-hearted just now, and now hearing this, he became even more angry.

He laughed back angrily.

"It's a good idea."

"You can try," he said, laughing mockingly, "Maybe if you do, I will give in—after all, I have been chasing you for so many years."

Outside.

Qiao Nanqi was short of breath.

He suddenly lost all his strength, leaning against the door, and slowly knelt down on the ground.

He leaned against the door and heard the sound of Zhao Rong's footsteps gradually walking away.

Then he said softly: "But I dare not."

Why let him have learned how to love someone?

He no longer dared to do anything to hurt Zhao Rong.

So much so that now, he could do this, but he never dared to do it again.

He didn't even have the last way to bring Zhao Rong back.

He could only watch Zhao Rong and Lu Xingping get married.

The author has something to say: [1] The following content is excerpted from Baidu Encyclopedia: "Time Migration" is Liu Cixin's latest work published in 2014, and it is the quintessential work of Liu Cixin's more than 25-year creative career.In this book, Liu Cixin constructs the most amazing possibility of human society in the future world.The story tells that due to environmental degradation and population pressure, the earth government decided to send an expedition team to select human members under the age of 11000 to immigrate to the future.The immigration team made multiple stops, but the environment of each stop was no longer suitable for human habitation. On the last voyage, the "immigration ambassador" locked the time in the future [-] years.In this future era, the earth has basically recovered its original ecology, and human beings have started a new civilization.