yellow sorghum

Qi Sen carried a bag of slightly cold wontons and returned to the hospital with gloomy eyes. The elevator opened with a ding dong. He raised his head and froze on the spot. His eyes met the people inside.

When Yu Zhengyan saw him, his expression changed slightly. There were two people behind him. Wang Xiping looked at his words and lowered his head silently.

When the man came out, he paused, nodded at him, and then walked away with the two of them.

The wonton bag in his hand was pinched into a thin thread, and his heart ached.

Zheng Sining was sitting on the bed, and his aunt carefully put a pillow on his back. He was in a rare good mood, holding a small bowl of porridge in his hand, smiling cheerfully.

Qi Sen walked in silently, sitting on the chair beside the bed, he could see the pink and tender shrimp floating in the porridge.

The aunt came over to help him put the wontons on the table, and smiled: "Xiao Zheng's guardian just came."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zheng Sining stared at her and signaled her aunt to stop talking. Seeing this, her aunt closed her mouth and silently went to the side to fiddle with things.

Qi Sen sighed: "I know all about it, I ran into it in the elevator just now."

Zheng Sining lowered his head and used a spoon to stir the porridge in the bowl, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

He looked at Zheng Sining calmly, pointed at the wonton with his finger: "Then do you still want to eat?"

Zheng Sining didn't speak, but the stirring speed increased. After a long time, Qi Sen picked up the bowl of wontons, took apart the chopsticks, and started to eat on his own.

Zheng Sining said, "I'm sorry."

Qi Sen lowered his head, raised it after a while, with a wonton in his mouth: "I'm sorry for what?"

"Let you make a trip for nothing."

Qi Sen hummed and bowed his head to ignore him.

Zheng Sining said again: "I'm sorry."

"Snapped"!

The bowl of wontons was slammed on the table, and the oily soup was scattered all around. Qi Sen's voice was filled with anger: "You take good care of your own body, don't worry about it because of some people. Make it like this, and next time, I will leave you alone, and wait for you to fend for yourself."

Zheng Sining looked at the angry Qi Sen dully, tears slowly came to his eyes, his pale nose turned a little red, his voice trembled: "You...why are you so fierce?"

Qi Sen realized his gaffe, he put down the chopsticks in his hand, his eyes drooped, and there was tiredness between his brows and eyes: "I'm sorry."

Zheng Sining muttered: "I also know that you are doing it for my own good, but Qi Sen... I really, really can't live without him..."

"Zheng Sining!"

The anger that he had just subsided instantly flared up again, and he yelled out names and surnames, not showing any affection to Zheng Sining at all, he could be said to be gnashing his teeth: "What's wrong with that man? I want you to humiliate yourself like this!"

"You...you don't understand, you don't understand anything at all."

Tears finally fell down, dripping onto the quilt along Zheng Sining's pale cheeks, Zheng Sining hiccupped from crying, the bowl in his hand could not be held anymore, the auntie stood beside her and dared not make a sound, Seeing Zheng Sining crying sadly, she quickly helped him hold the bowl, and softly persuaded the two of them: "Oh, don't be angry, don't be angry, Xiao Zheng won't cry."

His appearance made Qi Sen feel hopeless. Qi Sen stood up, pursed his lips, and walked out without looking back. He leaned against the corridor of the hospital and let out a long breath.

Zheng Sining's sobbing sound and his aunt's comforting voice came from the ward, disturbing him.

Forget it, let's go back.

After he got out of the hospital, he felt a little cold. The heat and the cold were really unbearable. The cold wind blew on the front door, causing headaches. He suddenly wanted to hear Yu Minglang's voice, but the call came , but no one answered.

Qi Sen pinched his phone in a daze, wondering what the hell he was doing, was he still with that girl?Or have gone home to rest.

When he got home, he cooked a pot of ginger soup for himself. The refrigerator was empty. He reminded himself to go to the supermarket to buy something. He fell on the sofa and listened to the sound of boiling water in the kitchen. , I was alone, the light in the living room was pale, and the people who illuminated it felt panicked.

Yu Minglang's phone call came a little later, Qi Sen's mouth curled up into a smile, and he put the phone to his ear: "Hello?"

Yu Minglang: "Hey, the phone was on silent just now, so I didn't hear it."

Qi Sen pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, and smiled lowly: "It's okay."

That low laugh tickled the ears of the person, and Yu Minglang imagined the appearance of Qi Sen, and couldn't help but smile a little more on the corner of his mouth: "What are you calling me for?"

Qi Sen snorted softly: "It's nothing, I just want to hear your voice."

The two of them were like ordinary young couples, chattering and chattering for a long time before hanging up the phone. Yu Minglang's cheeks were still full of enthusiasm, and now his mind was full of thinking about Qi Sen's murmur: "I really want to hug you right now."

Cut off half of his ears.

"welcome."

The door of the coffee shop was pushed halfway open, and the bell on the door kept ringing.

The man put his hand on the doorknob, and after letting go, the door slowly closed again.

He was wearing a black overcoat with a dark gray suit inside. He looked about 40 or [-] years old. His face was rigid and mature, and his eyes were not angry. Strange to say, the first thing he did when he came in was He looked around, up to the ceiling, down to the carpet on the ground, with undisguised disgust in his eyes, and finally finished looking around, as if there was nothing to see, he slowly set his gaze on the slightly pale face. on the waiter.

"Asen, so you have been working in this kind of place?"

With a dark face, Qi Sen adjusted the coffee for the guest, and Ajie handed him a towel: "Qissen, wipe it, it's all on the table."

"Do you know that person?"

Qi Sen took the towel, wiped it hastily, and when he finally put the coffee cup on the tray, there was a loud crashing sound.

"Your coffee."

The man pointed to the opposite side: "Sit."

Qi Sen made a gesture of turning around: "Sorry, I'm still at work."

"A few minutes, don't get in the way...or me and your manager..."

"Let's talk." Qi Sen frowned and sat opposite the man, "Just a few minutes."

The man picked up the coffee and took a sip, with an unhurried look: "I just came to see you and see how you are doing."

"Had a good time."

The man looked up at him: "I remember, your mother didn't leave you much inheritance..."

"Mr. Zhu!" Qi Sen suddenly became emotional, "Are you worthy of mentioning my mother?"

The man was not annoyed, he even smiled, and said to him in an elder-like tone: "A Sen, young people, don't be too angry."

"I know you've been blaming me, but no matter what I say, I'm still your father."

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No, I’ve been typing all afternoon and I’m not in the mood, I’ll write more tomorrow