Lost [Transmigration Book]

weather is good.

There was no wind or rain, and the sun was shining brightly.

On the road in the early morning, apart from the young people who are busy rushing to work, there are many old people who are sitting on the street or walking slowly.A large swath of mist rose from the breakfast stalls on the roadside, and the hawkers shouted endlessly.

Small towns are like this, crowded, noisy, leisurely, and fulfilling.

The bookstore is already open.

Liang Youjun was there holding a feather duster to brush off the dust on the bookshelf, and asked Zhao Rong who was reading a book: "Someone will come later, do you want to close the door?"

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Liang Youjun hesitated for a moment, then put down the feather duster in his hand, sat across from Zhao Rong, lay down on the table, and asked him in a low voice, "Can I gossip?"

Zhao Rong looked away from the book, looked at him as if, and said, "You want to ask Qiao Nanqi?"

"I know it's not good to ask the boss about personal matters, but we're still friends," Liang Youjun leaned forward slightly on the table and said to Zhao Rong that there was no one there, but this kind of topic really made people feel guilty. "I'm just curious. Although I don't know what happened to you, Boss, and Young Master Qiao, but looking at it now, he seems to like you very much."

Hearing the word "like", Zhao Rong's eyebrows moved slightly, "Like is not so simple and can be defined."

"That's not to say that he likes you. He cares about you no matter how you look at it? I believe in a person like him who has ten or eight little lovers by his side. It's the first time I've seen him so far. But I see, boss... ..."

"You don't like him?" Liang Youjun asked.

Zhao Rong has always been open about the past. Liang Youjun wanted to ask, but he just listened casually, and originally wanted to answer a few questions casually.

But this simple question suddenly caught his attention.

What a good question.

"I've liked him for many years."

"how long?"

"Maybe ten years or so. I don't know exactly when my heart was moved."

Liang Youjun suddenly lost his voice.

The number was so large that it overwhelmed his curiosity.

He paused for a moment before saying, "Then why don't you stay with him, boss?"

Zhao Rong twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "I liked him too hard before, and accidentally gave away my ability to like people."

This is just one of them.

The rest of the reasons are too ethereal, so illusory that he doesn't know how to express them.

He just thought that Qiao Nanqi was paranoid for a while, and after all, what he loved was the past.

But Qiao Nanqi had already watched him get married, and even watched someone beside him, who hadn't left yet, as if proving the weight of this liking with his actions.

While he began to believe in this liking, he also thought, since this liking is so heavy, why did Qiao Nanqi treat him like that in the past without realizing it?

Liang Youjun nodded half-understood, but still said: "But you don't seem to like others either."

Just as Zhao Rong was about to speak, two people walked in in front of the door.

Zhao Rong's eyes dimmed slightly, but he didn't move.

Liang Youjun got up immediately and gave up the seat in front of Zhao Rong.

He got up and turned around, caught a glimpse of Xiao Wu behind Qiao Nanqi, and said in surprise, "Ah, you—? Aren't you the one who came to buy books before Chinese New Year?"

Xiao Wu was helpless: "I'm very sorry."

Zhao Rong was no longer surprised by the supernatural powers of Young Master Qiao, the protagonist in the original book "Return", but said: "Your Majesty, it seems that you should be more vigilant in the future. I will recruit a team to do projects in the future. It may not be a real guest."

Liang Youjun scratched his head in embarrassment: "You deduct my salary."

Zhao Rong naturally wouldn't blame him for this kind of thing, shook his head, and didn't respond.

After a few words, Qiao Nanqi just stood at the door.

He seemed to be waiting for Zhao Rong's order, as long as Zhao Rong didn't speak, he could stand there and wait.

Zhao Rong looked at him against the light outside.

This man was already very tall, and standing in this warmly decorated small bookstore, the aisles were cramped by him.The morning light outlines the outline of this person, like a golden pen, draws the tall and straight figure of this person, and fills in a stroke of ink to draw out a hazy and slender shadow.

With the light behind him, he couldn't see the man's eyes clearly, and he didn't know if it was set off by the long morning. Zhao Rong always felt that Qiao Nanqi's face was a little pale.

He said, "Sit down."

Liang Youjun took Xiao Wu to the bookshelf beside him, and handed him a feather duster: "Here, I just bought it yesterday, it's brand new."

Xiao Wu: "...Thank you."

Only then did Qiao Nanqi walk up to Zhao Rong and sit down.

He purposely came at dawn, but Zhao Rong was already sitting here, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I kept you waiting."

"Just opened the door, not long."

As they got closer, Zhao Rong found that although this man looked quite haggard, he still looked human, just like before, and Zhou Zheng couldn't find a single fault.

If his expression were a little colder, no one would dare to come in after a while in the early morning.

But Qiao Nanqi looked at Zhao Rong, hesitant to speak, not to mention coldness, even if it was a little sharp, he carefully hid it.

He knew that Zhao Rong would not say anything nice to him, but he still smiled and said to Zhao Rong: "Good morning. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Ah."

"you……"

"You—" Zhao Rong paused.

"Tell me," Qiao Nanqi said immediately.

Zhao Rong just blinked slowly and didn't speak.

This meant that Qiao Nanqi had to say everything he wanted to say first.

Qiao Nanqi had already prepared for the worst, but he never thought that when Zhao Rong made a cruel decision, it would be far more difficult than when he was so easy-going before.

He didn't know what Zhao Rong was going to say, but he had to defend himself first.

He said the sentence he wanted to say the most all the time: "You have a good life, I am very happy."

Zhao Rong was playing with the corner of the book in front of her, pressing her fingertips lightly on the tip of the corner, without speaking.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, I just wanted to take a peek at you, or see if you could use me..."

He didn't even dare to use such a subjective word as "help".

"If you're unhappy somewhere, just tell me, any tone is fine, and I'll change it."

"but……"

It was clearly just in a small bookstore next to a small street, the door of the bookstore was not closed, and there were even noisy noises from around.

In such a marketplace.

But Qiao Nanqi felt that he was sitting at the negotiating table with an opponent who was milder than all the opponents he had encountered before, yet he could defeat him effortlessly.

He didn't have any moves, the only thing he could do was to struggle like a coward, pleading.

He took a deep breath, said in a deep voice, "But I still want to try."

"I really didn't have any thoughts of disturbing you before, but Zhao Rong, sometimes people can't control themselves. I saw you, and I'm sitting in front of you now, and you—"

He observed Zhao Rong's expression.

Zhao Rong was still very calm, his eyes were slightly focused, and he was actually looking at him and listening to him seriously.

"You're not angry either," he said. "So, don't you hate me as much as before?"

"I don't want to get back together, I just want to stay here, as you said, it's fine to be just ordinary friends."

"If you think I'm an eyesore, or if there are others around you like now, you can help me be an on-call friend. If one day, if there is no one around you, you break up with others, lonely and lonely ,I am also here."

"Zhao Rong, you can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you like, like..."

He paused, suppressing the pain in his heart like a knife cutting off flesh and blood, "Like whoever you want."

He pulled himself into the dust as best he could.

"I'm the one who stays in place. I put it away when I can't think of it, and I use it when I can think of it and use it."

"is it okay?"

Zhao Rong listened to it verbatim.

He first turned his head and glanced at the people coming and going outside the bookstore.

The morning light is dim.

Everything is so real.

He narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Qiao Nanqi."

Qiao Nanqi seemed to tense up, sitting upright, waiting for him to speak.

He said: "I will never love someone the way I did before, and now I prefer to love myself like this."

"...It's a good thing," Qiao Nanqi endured the bitterness, "I know."

"It's impossible for me to be as detailed as before, and I only see you in my eyes."

"I never wanted to stay because of that."

"Even if you stay, it's just a reappearance of everything from a year ago. Maybe you have become the former me, and now I have become the former you. I have experienced it before. This feeling is for you Word……"

"It's all I can ask for." Qiao Nanqi said without thinking.

Zhao Rong was startled.

He wanted to ask Qiao Nanqi—but can you really bear the endless unilateral sacrifice?

Maybe tomorrow, maybe when he wakes up after sleeping, he will feel that this kind of loneliness is too difficult to bear, so he will change his mind.

It is also possible that it will take months or years, and even if Qiao Nanqi becomes the former him, he will never look back like the current Qiao Nanqi in his life.

He himself only persisted for a year.

But he didn't say it.

Words are useless.

He thought, since Qiao Nanqi wanted to stay and prove to him, then he should stay.

If this person will give up, if he can't hold on at that time, he will naturally give up completely.

It's all up to now.

It's nothing to spend.

He asked no more questions.

Seeing that Zhao Rong stopped talking, Qiao Nanqi's heart sank.

Each of these questions felt like a refusal.

Even if he answered decisively, Zhao Rong's next question would only be harsher and meant to push him away.

He clenched his fists unconsciously, venting all his emotions on the strength in his hands, just to make himself look calm on the surface.

No matter what Zhao Rong said, he should accept it.

Zhao Rong stood up slowly.

He glanced at Qiao Nanqi's clenched fist, looked at the slightly protruding veins on the man's arm, raised his hand, and tapped the man's knuckles.

Qiao Nanqi loosened his strength instantly, his hand trembled, curled up and then tightened, tightened and then slowly loosened.

Zhao Rong just clicked once, then withdrew his hand and said, "These hands are so beautiful, but the strength is too strong, it's a pity to hurt them."

Qiao Nanqi subconsciously held his left wrist wearing the watch.

Fortunately, Zhao Rong had already looked away, picked up the phone, and made a call.

The phone was picked up not long after.

"Brother Xu," Zhao Rong said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Come pick me up, I'm going to a nursing home."

Qiao Nanqi's eyes were red, and he lowered his head slightly to hide all the emotions that should not be shown in front of Zhao Rong.

The heart that was slightly touched by Zhao Rong's fingertips just now fell completely and heavily because of this phone call--Zhao Rong is leaving now, obviously he doesn't want to talk anymore.

Those words just now were completely questioning him.

He just rolled his heart in the dust, tore it into pieces and gave it to Zhao Rong, but it was just a joke.

He lowered his head, only to hear that Zhao Rong seemed to get up to get the scarf from the shelf, and shouted to Liang Youjun that he wanted to leave.

Then, footsteps approached again, and Zhao Rong seemed to be walking back.

The young man's voice, as clear as a clear spring, came from above, flowing into Qiao Nanqi's eardrums word by word.

"Then, you can do whatever you want," he said to Qiao Nanqi, "you can go back if you want, and I won't interfere if you want to stay in Zhuxi."

He turned around and took a few steps, then turned back again, with a very casual tone: "By the way, my bookstore is not a high-end consumer place. It has all kinds of customers. If you want to come, I hope you can keep a low profile. For example, your car The car was parked at our door, I observed it just now, and there were quite a few people who took a detour just because they saw the car logo."

"Don't interfere with my business—although I don't have much money."

This time, he completely walked away.

Qiao Nanqi's mind was still blank.

Zhao Rong's words completely shattered all his mental preparations just now, as if they pulled him out of the pale and cold world, but they didn't give him anything to keep him warm.

Zhao Rong did not accept him.

But Zhao Rong... also didn't drive him away.

The daylight was a little bigger, dispelling the hazy mist in the morning.

The whistle sounded "dididi", and the steamed bun vendor covered the steamer, packed up his things and went home.

There were a lot fewer people walking, and the pace of people outside picked up as it approached work time.

Xiao Wu watched Zhao Rong get into the car at the door and leave, then walked slowly to Qiao Nanqi's side, and asked cautiously, "Sir, then shall we now...?"

The atmosphere here just now didn't seem to be very relaxed.

Zhao Rong and Qiao Nanqi didn't seem to say much, and it didn't look like there would be any good news.

Xiao Wu wanted to pass a tissue to Qiao Nanqi, but he might have spent too much attention guessing what Zhao Rong said just now. In a daze, he subconsciously reached out and stretched out the feather duster in his hand.

"Sir, do you want to use it?"

After handing it out, he glanced at the feather duster between him and Qiao Nanqi.

"..."

Xiao Wu wished he could chop off his own hand.

But after he finished asking, Qiao Nanqi replied absently: "Thank you."

Their husbands turned their heads and glanced at the direction Zhao Rong left just now.

His eye sockets were obviously still a little red, but his eyes reflected the bright sunlight, as if they were brighter than when he came here.

Later, Xiao Wu saw their husband turn around and smiled bit by bit.