Lost [Transmigration Book]

Qiao Nanqi paused for a while.

In order to hide his expression, he kept his head down and didn't speak.

for a long time.

He said, "Did you just say anything else?"

Xiao Wu had obviously seen the time when Qiao Nanqi hung up the phone, and knew that he had missed the subsequent conversation, so he immediately said: "I didn't say anything else, he is quite familiar with me, and said some nonsense to me."

"I just said something related to Mr. Zhao. He said that it was tomorrow's street parade. Mr. Zhao seemed to like it very much. He said he would go shopping very early."

Then he might be able to take a look at it from a distance tomorrow night.

"I'll just come tomorrow by myself," he said to Xiao Wu, "If you hurry back to Yangcheng now, there's still time to celebrate the New Year."

Xiao Wu was flattered: "I greeted my family before I came, and said that I was working overtime suddenly and would not go back for the New Year."

Young Master Qiao, who had never felt anything about New Years and holidays, actually said this time: "Go back, it feels bad to be reunited with no one."

"Thanks, thank you sir..."

A day flies by in the blink of an eye, and New Year's Eve comes in a hurry.

Zhao Rong and the others had already prepared the New Year's goods. In the afternoon, a group of people gathered at Zhao Rong's house and began to prepare.Zhao Ming is in good condition today, and Zhao Rong took her home from the nursing home early.

Everything went well—except that Xu Xin and Mrs. Xu did not let Zhao Rong work at all.

Zhao Rong failed to enter the kitchen four times, and finally had no choice but to give up, sitting in the living room and watching a variety show with Zhao Ming.

When night fell, he took Liang Youjun, who wanted to play, to the street together to watch the parade performance - this was what they had agreed on before.

Liang Youjun took his shoulder and stuffed him with a fruit candy: "Candy?"

Zhao Rong didn't like sweets, so although he took it, he didn't eat it and just threw it into his pocket.

"Isn't this too lively?"

"It's okay. There should be a lot of people eating at home. This is not the most lively place. There may be more people during the Lantern Festival."

The main road has already been decorated with lights and festoons, and it is very noisy.In addition to the queue for street performances, there are all kinds of stalls and vendors.

Zhao Rong has been familiar with these things for a long time in her previous life, so she doesn't find them novel, but only misses them.

But when Liang Youjun saw each other for the first time, he had to buy one when he saw something new, and when he saw a snack he hadn’t eaten, he had to stop and line up to buy one.

Zhao Rong stopped and waited for him too many times, and finally gave up altogether and walked slowly. Anyway, Liang Youjun returned to catch up with him quickly after shopping.

He was strolling leisurely by himself, and saw a teenage girl walking up to him with a bunch of balloons in her hand, asking him if he wanted to buy them.

He didn't play with this kind of child's play, shook his head and refused, and looked blindly at the nearby stalls.

Not long after, the girl came back from the other side, completely forgetting that she had already asked him, and asked him again: "Does Big Brother buy balloons?"

Zhao Rong glanced at her and found that there seemed to be a lot of balloons in her hand.

It's winter, and a teenage child walked back and forth, but none of them were sold, so how long will he have to hang around here?

He swallowed the words of refusal, took a few unsalable balloons from the little girl, and asked, "How much?"

The little girl gave him a number, no more, no less, the same price as the balloons sold by others.

"Okay," he said, "I'll give it to you now."

Zhao Rong first glanced at the handful of balloons in his hand.

He didn't bring many balloons, just three or four, and they were all blue or light in color, which was more elegant than the bright red and purple sold by several hawkers on the street.

But if you look at the balloons, you will find that the words "Happy Birthday" and some cartoon patterns are printed on each balloon.

This is not a Spring Festival balloon.

No wonder it's a very different color than everyone else.

He was stunned.

"Is this the balloon you blew up yourself?"

The little girl shook her head.

It seems to be given by the parents.

Families like this that need their children to come out to earn odd money are mostly from poor families, and their parents may not be able to read. Maybe they were fooled by a wholesaler when they bought them.

For the remaining ones, I am afraid that no one may buy them after walking on the street all night.

He glanced at all the balloons in the little girl's hands again, "Sell them all to me."

Before she could answer, he reached out his hand, grabbed the string of the balloon, and took it into his hand.

In an instant, he had more than a dozen light-colored balloons with "Happy Birthday" printed on them. Standing in the crowd of Chinese New Year, they were particularly conspicuous.

Zhao Rong tied the strings of these balloons to his wrists, and took some change from his wallet—he didn't give too much, too much money on a little girl would only bring potential danger.

The little girl took the change from him, blinked at him with big eyes, and was about to say thank you, when Zhao Rong handed her the only candy left in her pocket.

"Thank you big brother! Happy New Year big brother!"

"Happy New Year to you too. But it's not a New Year's balloon, it's a birthday balloon." He said with a smile, "Don't buy the wrong one next time."

The little girl rolled her eyes and said in a crisp voice, "Then I wish big brother a happy birthday!"

After speaking, the little girl grabbed the money and candy and ran away bouncing around.

Zhao Rong stood where he was, with a slightly dazed expression.

--Happy birthday.

In the sound of happy Chinese New Year and New Year's Eve, he actually received the only sentence "Happy Birthday".

On New Year's Eve.

He thought he would never hear someone say "Happy Birthday" to him on this day in his life.

In her previous life, Zhao Rong was discovered by someone in an alley on New Year's Eve, so she set New Year's Eve as her birthday.

Until he died of terminal illness, his previous birthdays were all on New Year's Eve when he celebrated the New Year with other children in the orphanage, and he had a bite of cake together by the way.

But Zhao Rong in "The Return" was not born on New Year's Eve.

Although Zhao Ming's memory has become worse and worse over the years, Zhao Ming's health was not that bad more than [-] years ago. On the contrary, the more distant things are, the clearer his memory is. Naturally, he always remembers "Zhao Rong"'s birthday.

Even if you celebrate his birthday, it will still be the birthday that is recorded in the file now.When he transmigrated, although the original "Zhao Rong" who was nine years old was dead, he accepted the love of "Zhao Rong" and did not change the birthday.When someone asked, he always said the birthday time on the file.

It is naturally impossible for others to know that his own birthday is actually on New Year's Eve.

The moment he heard the phrase "Happy Birthday", the moment he stood on the street of his hometown and heard this sentence, he had a hazy feeling that nothing had happened in these years.

It was as if this blessing broke through every year, leaving a cluster of illusory flowers flowing in his heart.

The little girl seemed to be just buying the wrong balloon, so she said the blessing as a joke by the way.

Is it such a coincidence?

He only asked Sister Li to make longevity noodles for him at this time last year, and he never told anyone about the specialness of New Year's Eve.

This might really be a coincidence.

Coincidentally, on New Year's Eve, I gave him a surprise.

To him, those four words are more important than a thousand pieces of gold.

Zhao Rong took another look at the words on the balloons.

Like a naive child, he shook his wrist, watching these balloons being swayed in mid-air by him.

Very lively.

Warmth gradually grew in Zhao Rong's heart.

He's not really a lucky guy.

On the contrary, no matter whether it was in his previous life or during the time in Yangcheng after passing through the book, he basically never encountered any good luck.

The only good luck is that when Zhao Ming was seriously ill at the age of 14, he called Qiao Nanqi who didn't know where he was for the first time, and actually saved Zhao Ming's life.

Another thing is the inheritance left by Mrs. Chen to him. After so many years, it is still in his hands.

In addition, he encounters more troubles and bad luck on weekdays. He may need to work many times harder than others to get many things.So when he was in a stalemate with Zhou Yueqing at the beginning, he wasn't even surprised, because he was used to it.

But after coming to Zhuxi, his luck seemed to improve.

He has his own home, he can invest slowly, open a leisurely and elegant bookstore, and Xu Xinliang and Youjun and his ilk will accompany him.

Zhao Ming's illness was also treated by the best medical team in this area.

He was just now, and he received a coincidental "Happy Birthday".

"boom--"

Fireworks were set off in the distance, and a large area of ​​colorful flowers suddenly bloomed in the sky, bright and dazzling.

Someone was holding a fairy wand and waving it while walking, together with the street lamps on the street, illuminating the night.Surrounded by hawkers and performance teams coming and going, it is full of brilliance.

After Liang Youjun finished buying his snack, he was gnawing on it in his hands, and leaned over: "Boss, what are you laughing at?"

Zhao Rong turned his head sideways.

"Laughing fireworks are so beautiful." He said.

"Oh," Liang Youjun nodded, "it's really pretty. Do you want to eat it?"

"Spicy, I have a bad stomach, so I won't eat it."

"Where did this balloon come from?"

"bought."

"Why buy birthday balloons? Whose birthday is it? Have you been scammed?"

"..."

Zhao Rong didn't answer.

He received a call from Xu Xin urging them to come back for dinner, grabbed the big bunch of balloons, and walked back together with Liang Youjun.

the other end.

The little girl ran to an alley.

Qiao Nanqi was waiting for her over there. Seeing that the balloons in her hand were all empty, he asked her, "He took them all?"

The girl nodded, and spread out her palm, on which were some change and a piece of candy.She smiled and said, "That big brother gave it to me!"

Qiao Nanqi lowered his head.

He put the Barbie doll he bought earlier into the little girl's hand, and didn't take the change, but just grabbed the candy.

That ordinary fruit candy.

He said, "Thank you."

The little girl completely ignored the verbal thanks, and took the pocket money and Barbie dolls earned by "running errands" and went to play with her classmates. [1]

Qiao Nanqi stood at the entrance of the alley, looking down at the fruit candy in his palm.

He had never seen sugar on Zhao Rong, and it was still in this style, probably not Zhao Rong's own.

When he saw Zhao Rong from a distance just now, Zhao Rong was walking on the road with the young man wearing glasses, and the young man was still holding Zhao Rong's shoulders...

That person gave it to Zhao Rong, right?

But at least it was something that Zhao Rong had handled. Qiao Nanqi held it in his hand and wanted to hold it tightly, but he was afraid that the temperature of his palm would melt the sugar, so he just spread it out in his palm, and he was afraid that someone would hit it and it would disappear.

If he walked on the street at this moment, he might bump into Zhao Rong, so he didn't move, but just lowered his head and looked at this candy for a long time.

He waited until the performance team had cleared up and the hawkers outside started to leave, then he went out and walked in the direction of Zhao Rong's house.

Zhao Rong lived in the city center, bookstores and schools were nearby, and the main road was only a few blocks away.

It didn't take long to arrive.

Only one of the small bungalows next to each other was lit, and the others were all dark. Obviously, everyone inside had gone to the one with the light on.

He was afraid of being seen, so he didn't dare to get too close, so he could only vaguely see many figures coming and going inside from the light from the window.

He sat down on a bench in a corner nearby.

He can only use this way to treat himself as celebrating the New Year with Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong's home.

Zhao Rong had just taken a bite of Xu Xin's wife's cooking, and exclaimed, "Sister-in-law is amazing, isn't this the first time I made it following the recipe? It's almost the same flavor as the local cooking."

"Xiao Zhao, you're boasting too much," Mrs. Xu smiled sheepishly, "It's as if you know what the local taste is like. We've only been here for a few days?"

Zhao Rong turned his gaze, but did not speak.

Liang Youjun poured a glass of beer: "Come, let's have a drink together, happy new year!"

Zhao Rong consciously poured juice for himself, and he filled Zhao Ming with soup and said, "Mom, do you use this?"

"Okay." Zhao Ming looked at him with crooked eyebrows, "Xiao Rong, where is your partner? Won't we have a Chinese New Year reunion?"

Zhao Rong paused, and the others also felt guilty for a moment, but no one spoke.

After a while, he said, "I'm busy."

"Why don't you spend the New Year with you?"

"Come back to accompany me tomorrow."

Zhao Ming finally felt relieved.

She said: "That's good, otherwise I wake up every morning and I'm alone, how lonely I am."

On the round table, a plate of dishes was steaming, and the air was filled with the intriguing aroma of vegetables.

The birthday balloons brought back by Zhao Rong have completely dispersed, floating in every corner of the house, touching the ceiling, decorating the room.

The fireworks being set off outside are still "bang--" "bang--" "bang--" one after another, reflecting the sky, like daytime.

Zhao Rong lowered her head, suppressing the complexities underneath, and when she raised her head again, she already had a smile on her face.

He raised his glass and clinked a glass with the others.

outside the house.

Qiao Nanqi watched from a distance, sitting there alone, not even seeing anyone passing by.

He slowly peeled off the wrapper of that candy, and finally stuffed the fruit candy he got from Zhao Rong into his mouth.

The candy melted in his mouth, bringing him a mouthful of sweetness that he rarely tasted these days.

But for some reason, he always felt that what he tasted was bitter.

Qiao Nanqi's phone was vibrating non-stop, and it was full of New Year blessings pouring in like a flood.

It's been like this in previous years, but he never cared about it.

Qiao Anqing has been gone for so many years, He Nan is still in the mental hospital, and other uncles and aunts are not close. The only cousin of the same generation lived abroad before, and he has no sense of kinship with him.

He has no relatives, so naturally he has never felt the feeling of Chinese New Year.

It's better to sit in front of Qiao Anqing's tomb every Qingming Festival.

It's the same this year.

But Zhao Rong should be celebrating the New Year with others, right?

The lights in all the windows of that house were on. Judging from the people passing by, there were four or five people no matter what, and it was already lively.

It must have been noisy.

The other houses are also brightly lit, only he, sitting in the night, only has this worthless fruit candy in his mouth.

The author has something to say:

[1] The little girl is arranged for the plot of the novel, with certain artistic processing.In real life, if you encounter this kind of stranger asking you to do something at the alley, you are more likely to encounter a trafficker than Qiao Nanqi. I hope everyone remains vigilant.