Lost [Transmigration Book]

"Okay." Lu Xingping nodded.

Zhao Rong listened attentively, waiting for Lu Xingping to tell him something to persuade him to turn around, or some good things about Qiao Nanqi.

But Lu Xingping didn't mention Qiao Nanqi's name, as if he suddenly changed the subject, and said to him, "I remember you came to me and asked if I could give you a consultation."

"Yes...but the senior refused at that time, you said you didn't pick up friends."

"Yes, because there are many restrictions on friends, under normal circumstances, I will not accept them."

"It's a pity. I'm quite curious about what it's like when seniors give counseling." Although Zhao Rong didn't know why Lu Xingping suddenly mentioned this, he still answered.

But Lu Xingping's next sentence vaguely made him feel something was wrong, and a kind of...

Familiarity.

"But I actually took it from a friend, and I took it for many years."

"I've been suggesting that my friend go to a well-known therapist in the industry who doesn't have a dual relationship, but he's too defensive and trusts no one to trust other therapists. Honestly, he can trust me, but I don't It was also very surprising—later, just a few months ago, he told me that it turned out that he had a little more trust in me because he had identified the wrong person.”

"Even so, we are not a formal doctor-patient relationship. I just act as an outlet for my friend when he can't restrain his emotions. Sometimes he chats with him, and sometimes he comes to my house. I choose some suitable pianos for him. song."

Zhao Rong originally had peaceful eyes and a gentle expression, and listened carefully. His uninjured left hand was originally sliding the screen of the mobile phone at random in boredom.

But when he heard the end, his movements suddenly froze, and he forgot to blink, but just stared at the front, unable to react for a moment.

He didn't know until now that Lu Xingping didn't change the topic at all.

The patient Lu Xingping talked about...

Lu Xingping went on to say: "Except for me and Yuantu, no one else knows about my friend's problem. Because he had too many enemies in the past, and he also had a nominal father who always wanted him to die. He must be well covered. So , in front of everyone, he was just a little bit colder and harsher."

He seldom had such a serious moment without any blunt words, so that every time he said these words, Zhao Rong always sat upright and listened, and could hear them clearly.

It shouldn't.

He had read the original book, and he knew that Qiao Anqing's death was the point of Qiao Nanqi's change, and he also knew that the broken family might have brought about a lot of changes in Qiao Nanqi's personality.But in the original book, it only described that Qiao Nanqi spent several years living alone in the old house on Changxi Road, and after recovering, he completely confronted He Nan.I didn't say much about the rest.

He always thought that it might be Qiao Nanqi's childhood regret. He also tried to alleviate the impact of this past on Qiao Nanqi by writing letters, raising stray cats, and reading lists.But he never thought that this incident would lead Qiao Nan to the point where he needed to find a psychiatrist.

how could be?

In his impression, this person has always been very powerful.

Zhao Rong said softly, "...then why does he need consultation?"

After saying that, he realized that at first he only wanted to know why Qiao Nanqi had been so indifferent to him for two years, but at this moment, he cared more about Qiao Nanqi's situation.

"Because he was a particularly lucky man."

"This is actually a very important secret, but I think there is nothing he can't let you know. Even if you want everything from him, he will give it to you."

"Lucky?"

"Lucky. Because he is actually just an orphan, but his mother had difficulty in giving birth and wanted another child, so she chose him."

Zhao Rong's breathing was slightly stagnant.He felt that he was still breathing, but his brain was empty as if lacking oxygen.

It was written in the original book that "Zhao Rong" is actually a comparison of Qiao Nanqi in the original book.

He also followed his mother, but the surname of "Zhao Rong" brought him the contempt of others and his own inferiority in the Chen family, while the surname of Qiao Nanqi made him stand at the place where others needed to work hard to reach from the moment he was born. end.

In the end, in the world he lived in, he was the one who always had family affection, and Qiao Nanqi was the one who briefly had family affection that didn't belong to him and then lost it.

Zhao Rong's mind was in chaos, and Lu Xingping just continued slowly: "So he was very lucky to have a very happy family—I and Yuantu envied him when I was young."

"But his father actually didn't like this family at all, and everything was just to get the Qiao family. You also know what happened later. His mother had mental problems, depression, madness, and finally developed to jumping off the building. He was also there when he jumped off the building. , but his mother ignored him and jumped off in front of him."

"After this, Horan..."

There is no need to say who this person is talking about, Lu Xingping gradually gave up pronouns as he talked.

"He Nan blamed Nan Qi for everything, and even scolded him every day as a bastard who couldn't keep his mother, trying to lead him into a depression."

"In order to survive, Nan Qi moved to the old house bought by his mother alone. While we were not paying attention, he copied the word 'bastard' every day, just to keep his face in front of He Nan—he really It worked."

Lu Xingping was just narrating the past, but these words accidentally solved another knot in Zhao Rong's heart.

He didn't say anything, just suppressed the surging sourness and listened carefully.

"But after that, his trust in anyone, including his friends, hit rock bottom."

"His state is extremely unhealthy, because he feels that no one in this world will accompany him and will always be by his side, thus closing the door of self-paying emotions-this may be the root of your question, does he not If you know how to repay this kind of approach, you simply adopt a completely closed method. The more people want to get close to him, the easier it is for him to alienate."

"Don't look at the many people around him, but most of them just respect him. Yuantu and I are still there because we grew up together, and we know what Qiao Nanqi was like before that. "

Zhao Rong muttered to herself, "I know that too."

He has seen.

The 16-year-old Qiao Nanqi is so bright, with the softness of a teenager, but also the sharpness of a young man, enough to crown all beautiful words.

Qiao Anqing raised him to be that way, but He Nan took all these words from him.

What about him?

Now, what roles did he and Qiao Nanqi play in each other's lives?

"Right now he……"

"Okay," Lu Xingping gave him a reassurance, "You cured him. When I first came two days ago, Yuantu took advantage of Nanqi's absence and shook my shoulders and asked me, 'Do you have any medical treatment? Don’t you think Nan Qi is getting more and more like before high school?’”

Zhao Rong's eyes were reddish.

"Did you get the answer to your question?" Lu Xingping asked him.

"...More than just getting an answer." Zhao Rong's nose was a little sour, and he found his voice had become hoarse unconsciously, "Sorry, I may have lost my composure now."

Lu Xingping laughed.

"No, calmer than I imagined."

The two were silent for a moment.

But this time the silence was not embarrassment, but a speechless emotion, as if Lu Xingping knew that Zhao Rong needed to be quiet, and Zhao Rong also knew that Lu Xingping would give him time to breathe.

Darkness has already hung outside, the sky is full of stars, and the night comes from the window on the Milky Way, attracting the bright moonlight to fall.

The lights in the house are bright.

The light in Zhao Rong's eyes narrowed slightly, and after the complexity passed, the eyes became brighter and brighter.

When Lu Xingping was leaving, Zhao Rong asked him: "Senior, no matter where I am, why do I want to ask you every time I recall our fake wedding, did I expect this moment?"

Lu Xingping waved his hand: "Then when did I not answer you—how could it be possible? If I really have that ability, I would be too talented to use it here."

"I just follow my heart."

"Zhao Rong, I've said it since you came to me to fulfill your marriage contract. I won't tell you when you don't want to know, and I won't do anything on purpose."

When I want to help Zhao Rong and feel that Zhao Rong is worth helping, I will help.

When he wanted to talk about Qiao Nanqi's past and felt that Qiao Nanqi needed to borrow his words, he just said it in passing.

It's not that complicated.

But in the end, it seemed that everything went around in circles, and it still came to this point.

Zhao Rong understood.

He said, "Thank you. Thank you for me and him."

"If you have any problems with these things in the hospital, just call me directly."

"Senior," Zhao Rong called to stop him, "I had many opportunities before, why didn't you tell me?"

Lu Xingping paused slightly, "Because Nan Qi is a boring gourd who likes to swallow all kinds of hardships by himself, he thinks that if he doesn't tell you, you won't be burdened, so he didn't let us tell."

"Then I might ask my senior with a shy face—if I don't embarrass the senior," Zhao Rong said, with a tone that was neither humble nor overbearing, but with a bit of gentleness begging for help, "If this stuffy gourd is still there If you didn’t tell me anything, the senior should tell me.”

Lu Xingping was already holding the doorknob. Hearing this, he turned his head and smiled.

"Since you say so, there is indeed—"

When Qiao Nanqi returned to the ward, Zhao Rong was the only one in the room.

In the room, only the night light next to the hospital bed was turned on, and the night light was adjusted to the brightest mode, casting warm yellow light in the spacious single ward.

Beside the light, Zhao Rong was sitting on the hospital bed, leaning slightly on the pillow behind her.The pale hospital gown was slightly loose on his thin body, which was particularly easy to arouse people's desire for protection.

He was looking down at the book in his hand - it was bought by Qiao Nanqi two days ago to entertain him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up at Qiao Nanqi, his eyes that were originally focused on reading a book flickered.

He watched Qiao Nanqi walk in slowly, without saying a word or showing any obvious expression fluctuations from the beginning to the end.Those black eyes were as deep as a Lingling deep spring, clear but impenetrable.

In short, it is not the gentle, vacillating, and pretendingly indifferent look that he had every day.

Qiao Nanqi went to the hospital bed and sat down. Zhao Rong watched him for a long time, but Zhao Rong didn't speak.

He said cautiously: "...Zhao Rong?"

He thought Zhao Rong was just lost in thought.

But Zhao Rong's eyes were slightly focused, and his gaze fell straight on Qiao Nanqi.

The light from the night lamp just shone on the bed, illuminating the book in his hand, without much scope.Even though Qiao Nanqi was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, half of his body was still buried in the shadows.

He is still gaunt.

The dim light outlined the outline of his side face, and the shadows accumulated in the depth of his facial features, making him even deeper.That face is naturally gentle and gloomy, different from Zhao Rong's facial features that always smile even if he doesn't smile, it is so solemn that people dare not look at it too much.

But when Zhao Rong looked at it, he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, touch the side of his face, and touch the mole.

As soon as he raised his hand, the wound on his arm intensified the pain.

As soon as he frowned and stopped moving his hands, Qiao Nanqi had already grabbed his wrist and gently put down his injured right hand.

"What's the matter?" He asked cautiously, "Xing Ping came here just now, did he tell you something you don't like to hear? Or do you not want to take care of the hospital's affairs? Just leave it to me."

Zhao Rong didn't answer.

Qiao Nanqi asked again: "Is that uncomfortable? Or who made you unhappy? If you..."

He wanted to say that if Zhao Rong was dissatisfied, he could vent his anger on Zhao Rong.

But he doesn't have the position to say this now, so he can only swallow this sentence, "Is there something I didn't do well?"

He always felt that Zhao Rong was not very happy now.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

He glanced at Qiao Nanqi from top to bottom, and finally his eyes fell on the collar of the black shirt Qiao Nanqi was wearing today.

Before they got together, although Qiao Nanqi wore plain clothes a lot, it wasn't white with changing patterns.Occasionally there are also dark clothes.After being together, he didn't wear anything else at all.

On weekdays, plain clothes would always add a bit of elegance to him and weaken his temperament a little. But when he suddenly put on a dark black shirt these two days, the solemn and cold aura seemed to be magnified. If you take a look at it, you may have to look away immediately.

But Zhao Rong stared at him for a long time, then whispered to him, "If I'm not happy, what are you going to do?"

Qiao Nanqi's eyes paused, and he said what he had just swallowed: "You can vent your anger for me. I will do anything to make you happy."

"it is good."

Zhao Rong did not refuse.

He looked down from the collar of Qiao Nanqi's shirt and landed on the collar.

He said, "Then take off your clothes."