I, Qing Huan

"Sneez—"

Qi Yi sneezed.

"What's wrong with you? Have a cold?" Zhu Qinghuan, who was sitting next to him, asked.

"No," Qi Yi sniffed vigorously, "No snot."

Before saying a few words, their voices were quickly overwhelmed by the KTV howling ghosts.

Holding the microphone are Zhu Qinghuan and Qi Yi's college classmate, Liao Zifeng. This man is tall and handsome, with incomplete sounds, eight characters are enough.

Today was a gathering of several classmates from their university who had a good time. Zhu Qinghuan was about to join the group, and they took advantage of her to make an appointment before joining the group. Zhu Qinghuan was an officer of the Literature and Art Department of the Student Union in the university. The others here were her colleagues. Many partners had done school activities back then. The biggest event they did in four years was to set up a 100-square-meter stage on the playground in three days, and invited the popular A.N.T to come to the school to sing. Although it is a general fire, it is also a celebrity, attracting many people to come to the concert, many of whom are idlers outside the school. Their student IDs can be brought in to see them. At that time, they sold their student IDs like scalpers.

After graduation, everyone developed independently and blossomed everywhere. Although Zhu Qinghuan became a top-notch flower in one fell swoop, it did not affect the friendship between them, especially Qi Yi. Qi Yi was attracted by Zhu Qinghuan's face. When he was freshman, he wanted to come and confess secretly, but after spending two days with Zhu Qinghuan, he gave up the idea completely. Zhu Qinghuan is a hedgehog wrapped in cotton. He looks gentle and gentle, but in fact he is very defensive. He never wants to show his heart to others. She did not have the confidence to spend so much time and energy to warm up such a piece of ice.

"Xiaoyi, take medicine if you have a cold!" Lin Xin shouted with a smile on the other side of the sofa.

"I don't have a cold!" Qi Yi called back.

Obviously it's only two meters away, just like a folk song.

"Zifeng, or don't sing it now!" Zhu Qinghuan had to shout these words in a roaring volume. To be honest, several of the faces here are a bit ugly, and her head is almost blown up by Liao Zifeng.

Liao Zifeng’s singing stopped, he turned around, smiled, and said loudly with the microphone: "Then we have our big star, I wish Miss Qinghuan will come! Come on! One! Song!"

Zhu Qinghuan stopped talking. She is an actor, not a singer. She sings like a high-speed serial rear-end scene.

Lin Xin thought of a good way. She clapped her hands and stood up: "Let’s not sit and listen to him screaming, let’s play some games!" Lin Xin asked the waiter to take the same number as they had. "Come to brag, and if you lose, pick the truth or adventure, how about it?"

"Come on." Everyone agreed. Liao Zifeng finally put down the microphone.

No matter what the occasion, as long as the sieve cup is brought up to play two laps of bragging, the place will really heat up.

Zhu Qinghuan has nothing to play, but everyone wants to play, she can't be an exception. Otherwise, no matter how familiar they are, there will always be someone secretly saying that she is playing big cards.

Five people in a circle sat down around the coffee table. The peanuts and melon seeds on the table were wiped to one side. One person picked it up one by one and shook it up. After shaking it, slammed on the table, everyone sneakily lifted the lid to see their points, hiding and holding it for fear of being watched by the person next to them.

Zhu Qinghuan took a peek at her sieve cup. One 3, two 1.

"You call it first, Zhu Zhu." Liao Zifeng threw the beginning to Zhu Qinghuan.

"Six 6." Zhu Qinghuan cheated quietly.

Fifteen dice and six starters are quite conservative. She doesn't have a 6 in her hand, so let me scream so that people will mistakenly think that she has a 6 in her hand.

Qi Yi followed: "Nine 6s." She really dared to call. Generally, no one would dare to add three dice counts in one breath. It is estimated that they did have 6 in their hands, and Zhu Qinghuan was cheated again.

Zhu Qinghuan smiled and shook his head.

Qi Yi's next home, Lin Xin, saw her shaking her head, and asked, "Wish, why are you laughing?"

Zhu Qinghuan said: "I think you can drive her, there won't be nine out of six."

Lin Xin said, "I wish you are so confident? Then I can open it. If there are nine of them, you will come and be punished for me."

Zhu Qinghuan nodded softly: "Okay."

Unexpectedly, the circle drove so fast, everyone opened the screen. Zhu Qinghuan scanned everyone's dice, silently counting the points of 6 and 1 (1 is the universal point). After counting a circle, I found that adding my two 1s, exactly nine.

Qi Yi couldn't help laughing: "Why, Zhu Zhu, gave yourself a pit? You have two omnipotent points in your hand, and you dare to ask Lin Xin to open me, you really can't calculate."

Liao Zifeng interrupted: "Come on, I wish you are planted here anyway, I would like to bet and lose, and the truth and the big risk choose one!"

Several people around laughed unkindly.

Zhu Qinghuan can understand their smiles. He is an artist. They wish to choose the truth for themselves. Then they asked some scandals that were raging in the circle, and wanted to get a response from them. No matter what they say, they will post anonymously on the Internet after they go home, "A friend in my circle said that XX CP is fake, XX is a fostered XX, and XX has actually divorced, XX and XX Such and such, such and such and such and such and such". People love to chew the roots of their tongues like this, especially the superior tongues.

But don't those who offend others become yourself?

Zhu Qinghuan had no choice but to choose a big adventure.

"Come on, give me the phone." Liao Zifeng smiled meaningfully.

"What do you want to do?" Zhu Qinghuan became vigilant. There are too many jobs in her phone, and the company will be held accountable if it leaks out.

"Don't worry, I won't look randomly, I'll send a message to your Jianan boss," Liao Zifeng raised an eyebrow, "Just send her the KTV address and see if she will come."

"Does this make any sense?" Zhu Qinghuan frowned, "What should she do if she really comes?"

"I'll be here when I'm here. Let's sing together when I'm here. It happens that everyone knows each other." Lin Xin patted Zhu Qinghuan on the shoulder. Go all the way in one sentence? What are you worried about."

Liao Zifeng immediately started grabbing Zhu Qinghuan's phone: "Hurry up! The big adventure of your own choice, don't be foolish!"

Zhu Qinghuan was holding his phone tightly, but when his heart moved, his fingers relaxed a little, and he half-pushed and half-situated the phone to be taken away by Liao Zifeng.

There was also curiosity in my heart.

Will she... really come?

Suddenly she wanted to see if Nan Yang would really come to her by putting down everything on hand because of her words.

Liao Zifeng confirmed to Zhu Qinghuan the dialog box in Nanyang on WeChat, and quickly typed words with his fingers crackling. Within two minutes, he returned the phone to Zhu Qinghuan.

Zhu Qinghuan glanced at the phone screen with a guilty conscience.

At the top is Nanyang’s message to herself in the morning—"The porridge is on the table, remember to eat." She did not reply to the message. The next step is a KTV location just posted by Liao Zifeng, and a line of small words—“I’m sick. Now, come and pick me up".

Liao Zifeng noticed that Zhu Qinghuan was surprised when he saw the line of words, and he shrugged: "I have to find an excuse, otherwise it's too dry."

"But so..."

That's not good.

Zhu Qinghuan frowned again. This is Chi. Teasing Nanyang naked. If Nanyang didn't come, it wouldn't matter, what if it really did? Seeing herself sitting here safe and sound, and realizing she was played by a game, what would she think?

But there was another voice in her heart saying that she was also looking forward to this temptation. She hopes that Nanyang can really put everything down and come to her, she wants to know if she really likes herself so much.

She was caught in a tangled contradiction. While looking forward to Nanyang's coming, she didn't want her to come, and the two voices were noisy in her heart.

The phone shook suddenly.

Zhu Qinghuan picked up the phone hurriedly and saw a new message from Nanyang-"Room number?"

Nanyang is a very rigorous person, and this rigor is manifested in every detail of her life. For example, she never let her shirt appear wrinkled or stained, if it is dirty, she must replace it with a new one within an hour. For another example, each of her WeChat messages will use punctuation marks, commas, periods, and colons as standard, and every sentence is as neat as a college entrance examination composition. If she needs to use a question mark, she will only hit one, and there will never be a second one. As for the exclamation point, this kind of thing does not exist in the world of Nanyang.

Nanyang has no interest in exploring most things, so her communication with people basically ends with a full stop. Generally speaking, what makes her use a question mark is already the most important thing in her heart.

Zhu Qinghuan pursed her lips, looked at ["Room number?"] on the screen, and sent the floor and room numbers in a fascinating manner.

After she sent the message, she couldn't help but read WeChat nervously, and she would check it later. The game is still going on, but she has no thoughts at all. She accompanies a few friends to play perfunctorily, and her mind is as messy as paste.

After about half an hour, the KTV room was gently pushed open.

The heartbeat is stagnant.

Zhu Qinghuan was ready to stand up anytime, both legs were numb nervously, and when the door was opened, he hurriedly got up and looked over.

Nanyang touched the door with his left arm, frowning and looking around in the noisy room with colorful lights flashing, his eyes suppressed with imperceptible anxiety. She was only wearing a thin white shirt, an off-white down jacket on her arm, and her long hair was a little messy.

Zhu Qinghuan walked over to her and greeted stiffly. After approaching, she discovered that the collarbone on Nanyang's shirt had been wet with sweat, the cheekbones were also faintly red, the hair on the temples stuck to the side of her face, and the frequency of chest fluctuations was faster than usual. . The right hand, half of which was covered by the down jacket, was pinching a box of medicine, and pressing his thumb tightly on the carton, the name of the medicine could only see the words "Wei Shu" in front.

As soon as she approached, Nanyang immediately grabbed her wrist, and a word overflowed between her lips and teeth: "You--"

"Oh, you are really here!" Liao Zifeng whistled, "Hurry up, let's play a big adventure game! Boss Nan, come and play together!"

Nanyang's words were interrupted. She opened her mouth, and swallowed the second half of the caring sentence into her stomach. Looking at these people in the private room, the ups and downs of her chest tended to ease. She took another look at Qing Huan, who was ruddy and healthy. Hearing the word game they said, the depressed anxiety in her eyes gradually cooled.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nanyang nervously. Apart from the greeting he had just said, he dared not speak any more, carefully observing Nanyang's expression.

However, Nanyang did not show an angry gesture. She was silent for a while, and returned to her usual expressionless appearance. She let go of Qinghuan casually, and said softly, "Have fun, I'm leaving now."

After speaking, she turned and left.

"What's wrong? This is..." Liao Zifeng still didn't know what good he did. Qi Yi glared at the back of his head.

Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a few seconds, and instinctively opened the door and chased it out.

In the corridor, she grabbed Nan Yang's arm, her voice a little anxious:

"You... are you angry?"

Nan Yang stopped following her movements and stood for a long time with her lips pressed. When she spoke again, there was tenderness in her voice: "No, I'm not angry."

She hid her emotions quickly and well, so good that Zhu Qinghuan thought that the disappointment in her eyes not long ago was just her own illusion. Zhu Qinghuan asked unwillingly: "Why aren't you angry?"

Nan Yang looked at her, and the corners of her lips bend naturally: "You are not sick again, why am I angry?"

Nan Yang's words blocked Zhu Qinghuan speechless.

Wouldn't it be angry? Is it true that what she did to Nanyang wouldn't Nanyang be angry?

"You and your friends continue to play, I can't accompany you." Nanyang lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to sing, and I don't know how to play those games. In front of your friends, maybe Shame on you."

Zhu Qinghuan doesn't know what to pick up.

"I'm leaving first, remember to go home early."

Nan Yang nodded at her as a farewell etiquette.

Zhu Qinghuan watched Nanyang go further and further, and finally disappeared at the corner of the stairs. Her body shook unconsciously, and suddenly a thought occurred.

She wants to follow Nanyang.

She wanted to see if Nan Yang would explode after she left her. She wanted to know if Nan Yang was angry, to what extent, and how to vent his anger.

So she really followed up quietly.

She has been followed secretly by countless paparazzi, and this is the first time she has followed other people so despicably.

Follow your wife.

Nanyang walked out of KTV, her semi-wet white shirt fluttered in the cold winter wind. She walked very slowly, as if she had forgotten to wear a down jacket.

As she walked, she suddenly stopped in front of a small shop. Then, standing there for a long time, without talking or moving.

Zhu Qinghuan hid in the distance, holding his breath, staring at her.

I don't know how long it has passed, Nanyang finally took a step and walked slowly into the messy canteen.

Soon after, she came out of the canteen. He held a paper box upright in his hand, and when he came out, he asked the uncle sitting at the door to borrow a small folding stool. Holding a stool, she found a trash can and sat down right in front of the trash can. Then, I opened the box of golden chocolates I just bought, took out a piece, peeled off the golden tin foil and stuffed it into my mouth.

Zhu Qinghuan could only see her slightly bulging cheek chewing, chewing non-stop. After eating one piece carefully, she threw the tin foil into the trash can, took out the second and third pieces, and sent them to her mouth without interruption, as if she couldn't eat enough.

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback, what he said suddenly buzzed in his mind——

"You are thirty-five years old, and you are prone to diabetes by eating like this. If you really like sugar, you can try chocolate. The pure cocoa butter tastes delicious."

"Eating when you are sad will make you feel better."

Eat when you are sad.

The mood will improve.

His eyes flickered, as if he saw Nanyang who was sitting across from him that night. Under the soft light, she was holding her elegant long hair, her hair hanging loosely on the side of her delicate face.

She nodded seriously and said:

Okay, I remember.

Qing Huan bit her lips tightly, her nails sinking deeply into the skin, and her heart ached.

She looked at Nanyang for a moment, watched her wearing such a thin white shirt, sitting on the street in the cold wind, curled up in front of a trash can, and ate a whole box of twenty-five chocolates.

Twenty-five yuan. No one is left.

It takes twenty-five pieces of chocolate to soothe the sadness, how sad is it?

Why is it so sad and so gentle?