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. " Qi Zhaoran doesn't really want to hear Guan Lv's flirting now, so he sat quietly for a while and said to Guan Lv: "I've thought about what you asked me to think about last time. "

Before Guan Lv remembered when it happened, Qi Zhaoran went on to say:

"Let's separate."

Guan Lv didn't speak, as if he automatically blocked the sentence, he sat naturally on the old wooden chair in the restaurant, still smiling and raised his head to ask him: "Is there anything to eat?"

Qi Zhaoran didn't answer him, his eyes were a bit swollen, but he didn't cry, probably because he stayed up late for the past two days.

Guan Lu felt that Qi Zhaoran was never like a sensitive adolescent boy, his nerves were very dull, and he never acted like a coquettish confession in his impression, and Guan Lu didn't think Qi Zhaoran was a revealing character either.

He is obviously dissatisfied with his changing the topic now, he just looks at himself calmly, and he also looks at him, he can calmly see the faint bloodshot eyes in Qi Zhaoran's eyes.

"Can you tell me why?" Guan Lv was still neither angry nor angry, it seemed that it was just a doubt, or Qi Zhaoran's words did not cause too much disturbance.

Qi Zhaoran didn't know how to say it. In fact, he regretted it as soon as he uttered the truth. He was not sure what Guan Lv thought about him, and he wanted more, such as Guan Lv being able to be by his side, or for example, that he could let go of his ex-wife and love for him. The child's responsibility, or step back, he can limit this tenderness to himself only.

He felt that he was greedy enough, and he also felt that he was not worthy of all these.

And Guan Lv knew long ago that the relationship between himself and Qi Zhaoran was never alms and giving, and companionship was not considered a relationship, let alone money. Qi Zhaoran no longer needed his own support, and there were places and things he wanted to do. , This is the original intention of Guan Lv to help him.It's not that Qi Zhaoran's eyes are filled with himself, but his eyes are filled with the world, and he is a part of the world.

Guan Lv crossed his fingers and propped his chin, his eyes didn't know where he was looking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't get an answer when I asked that sentence, and I didn't press the question again.Qi Zhaoran left Guan Lv to sit alone in the dining room, and only when he went back to the house and lay down on the bed did he feel tired, not like a tide, but a thousand waves.

In fact, he felt that what Guan Lv said was quite right, that he should really cry in his own bed, and wait for Guan Lv to touch him.As long as he pushed open the bedroom door, Guan Lv would definitely be willing to hold him in his arms and kiss him for a while, but he didn't want to make things difficult for Guan Lv.

Qi Zhaoran woke up the next day and felt dizzy. He thought it was due to lack of sleep. When he got out of the house, he found that Guan Lv had left. I didn't quit.

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Candidates after the college entrance examination in June became busy one after another, socializing, dating, and traveling.

Qi Zhaoran was only packing his things at home and was called by Zhao Ming to attend the class reunion. He was really not in the mood to deal with it, and he agreed to attend tonight when he couldn't stand the torture.

The evening wind in summer is very mild, but Qi Zhaoran's mood is still not clear, he stumbled a few times on the bus and arrived and found that he was already late.

"Sorry." This kind of feeling of being focused on oneself is uncomfortable, so Qi Zhaoran is usually not late, but for some reason today he missed the stop.

"Come, come, sit." Zhao Ming urged to sit next to him, leaving an empty seat between him and the girl next to him.

Although Qi Zhaoran didn't really want to sit next to someone he didn't know well, but when he saw that the girl was an alcohol cotton girl, he reluctantly sat down.

The Alcohol Mian girl is really nice, in order not to embarrass Qi Zhaoran, she caused him a lot of topics, and Zhao Ming occasionally asked him on the sidelines.

Zhao Ming seemed to remember something suddenly, grabbed Qi Zhaoran's sleeve and whispered to him:

"How are you and the rich woman?"

"not so good."

Qi Zhaoran didn't really want to talk about it this time, but Zhao Ming vaguely felt that it should be Huang:

"I just said, rich women are unreliable, do you really think that nurturing can produce true love?"

Qi Zhaoran didn't answer, but Zhao Ming seemed to have acquiesced. Zhao Ming stared at Qi Zhaoran for a long time and couldn't see any flaws. He was just in a bad mood and looked a little irritable. He wasn't heartbroken or resentful of scum , the expression on his face was very pale.But Zhao Ming knew that Qi Zhaoran must be very sad.

Knowing the situation on Qi Zhaoran's side, Zhao Ming didn't continue this topic anymore, and persuaded a few words to look forward, not to hang himself on a tree, and winked at the alcohol cotton girl next to him, who happened to be caught Seeing it clearly, he knew in his heart what kind of deal these two people had made.

About time, he was about to leave, without saying hello to others, he just said "see you" to Zhao Ming, packed his things and prepared to go out.He was overtaken just two steps away.

"What's wrong?" Qi Zhaoran frowned, as if he was not satisfied with the alcoholic girl chasing him out.

"I heard from Zhao Ming that your home is also on Zhongshan Street, so let's drop by." The alcoholic girl had two dimples when she laughed, Qi Zhaoran didn't agree or refuse, but just didn't want to refute her face in public.The alcohol cotton girl just assumed that he accepted, and followed him briskly, while Qi Zhaoran was speechless.

Approaching the alley, Qi Zhaoran stopped and turned around: "Don't follow any more, I'm here."

"Well, I want to tell you something." The alcohol cotton girl pulled Qi Zhaoran's sleeve, her eyes wandering, she didn't know where to look.

"Don't, don't say it," Qi Zhaoran knew what she was going to say, and he was not very good at solving the next scene. When he saw a car parked at the alley, which was very similar to Guan Lv's, he knew that Guan Lv might be there. For some reason, his heart trembled violently, and he immediately said to her, "Goodbye."

He guessed that the girl also understood what he meant, and she ran away out of instinct, eager to see Guan Lv, and her heart was full of regret for what she blurted out that day.

Qi Zhaoran walked through the dark and cramped stairs, and struggled to open the rusty old door, only to find that there was no sign of Guan Lv in his house. He was a little disappointed, but he clearly knew that he might be wrong, or he might be wrong. It's because I'm too sensitive.

He began to regret that night, and he also knew that Guan Lv only wanted him to choose a better one. Guan Lv thought too much, was too sensitive, and always took good care of himself.

But anyway, Guan Lv is not the best choice, but Qi Zhaoran is the last choice.Qi Zhaoran desperately wants to see Guan Lv now, even if he doesn't know what to say after seeing him, even if he doesn't see him.

28

Qi Zhaoran started to have a fever last night, he didn't turn on the lights, and didn't take his temperature, his throat hurt like a ball of wool stuck in it, and his breathing felt like his throat was cut open.

It's not without warning, he was really tired in the previous period, but now that he relaxes, it's like a heavy weight, and once the tense string in his mind is broken, something goes wrong with his body.

Getting up from the bed, my legs and feet are as soft as cotton, every step I take seems to be exhausted, and I don’t want to go downstairs to the small clinic to get an injection. I opened the drawer and rummaged for a long time, and found a plate of unfinished food. There were only two cold capsules left, and Qi Zhaoran didn't care about the dosage, and directly swallowed them down the cold boiled water on the table.

His body was already sweating from the heat, and he was about to close the drawer when he opened the bottom layer of boxes as if remembering something.

Qi Zhaoran squatted dizzy, simply sat back on the chair, looked at the old and yellowed ceiling, caressed the roof with his eyes, sat up and took out a stack of posters and newspapers and weekly magazines from the box. Put them on your legs with your hands.

Qi Zhaoran keeps every interview from "Chinese Silai Emerges—Guan Lv's Personal Report" to "The Rise of the Asian Economy", and there is also a U disk to collect interview videos, which Qi Zhaoran often collects on the computer.Since they were put away last time, they have not been opened again, and a fine layer of dust has fallen on the boxes.

Qi Zhaoran felt a little tired after taking the medicine, and fell asleep lying on the table while reading magazines. He dreamed that a few weeks before the college entrance examination, Guan Lu had just flown back from Berlin and knocked him with a small suitcase. Guan Li opened the door of the room, let him in by himself, returned to the seat, biting a pencil and continued to calculate the problem, Guan Li looked tired and exhausted, and put the suitcase in a small damp and dark corner of the house.

He was tired and exhausted, but gently kissed the back of his neck, which had been drooping for a long time, sore and numb.

Qi Zhaoran suddenly understood at that time how much Guan Lu liked him.

When I woke up again, I felt chills all over my body, which seemed to be getting worse.

With no other choice, Qi Zhaoran had no choice but to draw a few banknotes, casually put on a school uniform jacket, and went downstairs to visit the small clinic.The doctor saw that the tonsils were inflamed, and prescribed medicine to put him on an intravenous drip.

He just obediently sat on the chair to hang the water, his headache was almost cracking, and he looked at his phone only to find that he hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch, but he didn't feel hungry, and his eyelids were swollen and he couldn't open it right now.

"The drip on the 45th has returned blood, why is there no one to accompany me!"

Qi Zhaoran fell asleep in a daze, or the nurse suddenly found out, helped him change the medicine bottle, and asked the head nurse on duty:

"Is there no one with No. 45 over there? I think he has a serious fever."

The head nurse lowered her head to write her roster, and rolled her eyelids:

"I think you just want to talk to him because he is handsome, so you can ask him yourself."

Seeing that Qi Zhaoran had a bad fever and his consciousness was drowsy, the nurse knelt down and asked him:

"Do you have family with you?"

Qi Zhaoran opened his eyes vigorously to see that there was a person standing in front of him asking him something, but his brain was still dizzy and his throat was inflamed and sore that he couldn't speak.

"Shall I call someone to come and stay with you?"

Qi Zhaoran opened his mouth, and said something that the nurse didn't catch clearly.