He's stalking and begging for reconciliation

When Lu Xingzhou regained consciousness, he was lying on the hospital bed again. He rang the call bell beside the bed, and a nurse sister pushed the door in after a while.

Lu Xingzhou asked, "Who sent me in?"

The nurse tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "It seems to be a man, quite tall, with fair skin, and he paid the hospital expenses for you."

Lu Xingzhou supported his forehead, it seemed that it was that "golf" again, forget it, I have to say that that person really helped me once, I still want to thank him if I have the chance.

On second thought, forget it, I still don't want to see him again.

The attending doctor also entered the ward. He took Lu Xingzhou's medical records and said, "Mr. Lu, your stomach problem has been dragging on for a long time, and you have to hurry up and pick the time for surgery."

Lu Xingzhou understood.

He said, "I'll arrange the operation when I finish my work."

No matter what, he had to move out from the other hospital in the south of the city first, and the first thing after moving out was to arrange for surgery. He still wanted to live a good life and live his own life.

Lu Xingzhou smiled wryly. For so many years, he didn't even celebrate Zheng Qian's birthday with him.How bad is he, to be so belittled by him.

Unexpectedly, on the night of his birthday, Zheng Qian would hang out with Lin Mo, he was really numb.

Lu Xingzhou just wanted to move out quickly, there was nothing more desperation than him staying in that cold home every day.

Lu Xingzhou took a taxi back home, and he put all the things in the bedroom into the suitcase.

Over the years, his stuff couldn't even fit into two boxes. Zheng Qian hated him, so he could only minimize his sense of existence. This home was said to be their home, but in fact Lu Xingzhou had never been involved in it.

I remember that when he first got married, he hung all his clothes in the closet. Unexpectedly, when Zheng Qian found out, he lost his temper and threw all his clothes downstairs through the window.

Lu Xingzhou stood at the side helplessly and cowardly, looking at him timidly.

Zheng Qian didn't soften his heart at all, and said mercilessly: "Don't put your things and mine together, I think it's dirty."

Lu Xingzhou nodded mechanically. Since then, his clothes have never been hung in the closet. They are just placed in a cardboard box and placed in a corner on weekdays, inconspicuous.

He once felt that the style of Zheng Qian's room was too dark, and tried to change it, so he bought a painting and hung it on the wall. Unexpectedly, when Zheng Qian returned home, he dropped the painting directly on his feet side.

The mounted glass shattered all over the floor, and a piece flew over his face, and in an instant, a thin bloodstain appeared on his face.

Seeing the enraged Zheng Qian, Lu Xingzhou no longer dared to do anything more in this room.

He tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, for fear that if he was not careful, he would anger Zheng Qian again.

Lu Xingzhou carefully opened the drawer, and there was an exquisite box inside. When he opened it, he saw that it was a limited edition watch. He remembered that it was Zheng Qian's birthday, and he carefully selected a gift for him.

Although he did not escape the fate of being thrown into the trash can in the end, what Zheng Qian said at the time seemed to be: "I advise you to be a little self-aware, don't waste these thoughts in vain to please me, as long as it is something you send, I will give it to you." Impossible to want."

It was something he had saved months of wages to buy for Zheng Qian, and Zheng Qian just threw it into the trash can in front of him. He still clearly remembered himself at that time, and his heart ached like it was about to burst Same.

He forced a lip-smacking smile, and said, "It's okay, the gift I chose was not good." He goes.

Lu Xingzhou walked to him humbly, picked up the watch from the trash can, and left with a feeling of depression all over his body.

On the back of the box, there are wallets, pens, cufflinks... those gifts that he never gave out.

Now there was one more thing, Lu Xingzhou took out a box from his pocket, it was a ring he had just engraved a few days ago, but now he didn't even want to look at it, he just threw it into the drawer.

This house where he lived for six years, after he packed his luggage, there was no trace of him living there, Lu Xingzhou smiled wryly.

He walked into the bathroom and saw the toothbrush placed on the sink. In the past, his cup was always far away from Zheng Qian's cup, because Zheng Qian was obsessed with cleanliness, and because Zheng Qian thought he was an eyesore.

So he tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, and now, next to Zheng Qian's cup, there is another cup of the same kind, that cup belongs to Lin Mo, the two cups are close together, and his things are on the side. Monotonous and redundant.

Lu Xingzhou reached out and threw his cup and toothbrush into the trash can.

He looked at every item inside, and he didn't want to leave one or two items behind when he left, which would be an eyesore to Zheng Qian.

Looking at the shower gel and shampoo in the bathroom, he remembered that when he first came here, he deliberately used Zheng Qian's things in the shower, asking for the same fragrance as Zheng Qian's body, as if Zheng Qian had been with him all the time. Same as around.

And Zheng Qian smelled the familiar scent on him, although his face was not very good-looking, but in the end he didn't say anything, which was regarded as acquiescing to his behavior.

So Lu Xingzhou kept this habit for six years.

After Lu Xingzhou packed his luggage, he took out the box containing the clothes, and then dumped all the gifts in the drawer into it.

These things were not taken seriously by Zheng Qian, but now they are about to be abandoned by him.

It was because I was too humble, how could I continue to keep the gift that was not accepted.

Lu Xingzhou dragged the suitcase and held a cardboard box in his arms, and took another look at the place where he had lived for six years.

It is said that it is his and Zheng Qian's bedroom, but Zheng Qian has not lived here many times. After he leaves, Lin Mo will probably live in instead of him, and then this place will welcome his new owner.

He had grown attached to the room, and now he had to move.

Lu Xingzhou turned his head again, took a deep look at this place, and then resolutely left.

The box scratched the ground, making an unpleasant sound.Aunt Zhang saw it, she was surprised, and she hurriedly asked, "Where is Mr. Lu going?"

Lu Xingzhou smiled at her, and said sincerely, "Aunt Zhang, thank you for taking care of me these days, I'm moving out."

Aunt Zhang said: "Isn't this your and Mr. Zheng's home? Where are you going to move?"

Lu Xingzhou looked at her, his face was surprisingly pale. At this moment, Aunt Zhang saw fragility in his eyes.

"This will not be my home soon, it will be Lin Mo and his home."

Aunt Zhang sympathized and said: "Mr. Zheng will definitely see your good." She really didn't understand why Mr. Zheng didn't cherish the person in front of him, but liked the person who appeared out of nowhere.

Lu Xingzhou said casually, "It doesn't matter anymore."

He admitted that he couldn't beat Lin Mo and didn't want to see their intimate relationship in front of him, but he didn't let go of Zheng Qian, nor did he want to divorce Zheng Qian. s home.

Lu Xingzhou bid farewell to Aunt Zhang, walked out with the box in his arms.

Passing by the trash can at the gate of the community, Lu Xingzhou threw the box in his hand down without hesitation.

Things that are not cherished should not be kept, just like him.