Jiaobai never thought that he would see Feng He again.
That day he was practicing giving injections in the laboratory. Several people in the same group were exercising their enthusiasm with him on a rubber man. You pricked the man once, I pricked the man once, and then they tied sponges on their arms and pricked each other again.
The teacher came over and told Jiaobai that someone was looking for him outside.
"Who is it?" Jiaobai took out his cell phone and looked at it. There were no messages or calls, so it was not the person on the contact list.
When Jiaobai opened the door of the classroom, what he saw was the gloomy Feng River.
This made Jiaobai stunned for a moment. The last time he met this man, he was still "Chen Wang".
Feng He now looked like two different people compared to that time. There was no trace of arrogance in his body, and every strand of his hair revealed a little bit - his □□ was about to be extinguished.
Jiao Bai put his hands in the pockets of his white coat. If he hadn't accidentally discovered Chen Wang's obsession and used the plot of the original novel to hit Feng He at his weakest point, thus making the other party face up to Chen Wang's feelings, solemnly reject him, and give his blessing, the barrier card would have triggered the omen of failure. He might still be living in "Chen Wang's" life now.
Feng He introduced himself stiffly: "Hello, Mr. Bai, my last name is Feng, Feng He."
Jiaobai raised his chin.
"I'm sorry to call you out during your class." Feng He was dressed simply, not sloppily, but he was still embarrassed. The medical student in front of him was not much different in age from him, but they led two different lives.
"I don't know you. Is there anything wrong?" Jiaobai said, "If nothing else, I'll go back to the lab..."
"Something's up!" Feng He's voice rose, then faded, "Something's up, I'm busy."
During class time, there were few people moving around in the corridor, it was quite quiet. Feng He spoke again and added his personal information: "I am Shen Ji's lover."
Seeing that Jiaobai didn't show any hatred, Feng He's breathing became a little smoother, and he continued quickly, "Two years ago, when winter was approaching, he learned that you were not dead, and from that day on, he fell ill and never recovered."
Jiaobai was originally looking at the structural diagram on the opposite wall. He looked away when he heard this.
Feng He was almost as tall as Jiao Bai, but he felt that he was shorter now. His voice trembled slightly, his face turned pale, and he said bitterly: "A day of marriage is a hundred days of grace."
Jiaobai laughed out loud: "Mr. Feng, did you take drugs and come here? Are you not in a clear mind?"
Feng He clenched his fingers in embarrassment: "When he gets drunk, he will talk about your affairs. I know something about it... He is no longer from the same world as you. You don't bother to cause trouble to him or make things difficult for him... That's why I dare to come to you..."
Jiao Bai did not listen to Feng He's words anymore, he thought of an old story. Shen Ji was able to escape because Shen Eran deliberately let him go.
With Shen Ji's work experience, he would not be unaware that his son was playing the long game to catch a big fish.
Shen Eran has not yet recovered that money.
This means that Shen Ji is still waiting for an opportunity, waiting for Shen Er'an to be careless at work, or for something to happen to him.
After a long time, the fish soaked in the water were about to die, and the hooks were rotten and rusted.
There was only Feng He's voice at the door of the laboratory. He talked about how miserable his man was and how decadent and depressed he was. As he spoke, he couldn't help sobbing and felt heartbroken.
The once wealthy and powerful man, a leading figure in the business world, has fallen to such a state of poverty and destitution. All his friends and relatives have abandoned him. His body has been corroded by alcohol and he can hardly take care of himself.
"Please go and see him." Feng He bowed deeply to Jiaobai.
Jiaobai couldn't understand what was in Fenghe's mind. It was not the first time he had seen someone with a love-brain problem. It was always the same pattern.
In Feng He's case, he probably listened to what he said back then, but because of Shen Ji and the so-called feelings, he gave up his dream again.
Feng He did not stand up, but bent his waist even lower. There was a pitiful plea in his throat, and his voice was filled with tears: "Mr. Bai, please save my love and let him have his wish. He really wants to see you... I can see that he has regretted it. I apologize to you on his behalf... If you still feel that what happened in the past is still unresolved, then you can treat me however you want, as long as you can go to see..."
The faded sportswear was grabbed by a hand and torn open. Feng He had no time to stop it, and the bruises from the collarbone to the chest were exposed under Jiao Bai's eyes.
Jiaobai let go of Feng He before he could struggle: "He hit you?"
"He was drunk and not sober. He didn't mean it. He will apologize to me when he wakes up. He will feel worse than I do." Feng He lowered his eyes and adjusted his sportswear.
Jiaobai sneered: "You have healed your scar and forgotten the pain, but I won't."
Feng He felt that his feelings were insulted. He bit his lower lip and looked very unhappy.
"By the way, in order to not want to see you again and hear those disgusting words you say, I will remind you," Jiaobai said with a smile, "The root of his illness is not in me, but in the upper class and in power."
After saying that, he entered the laboratory.
Feng He froze in place, as if he was pushed into an ice bucket. All his orifices were soaked in ice water, his head was aching, and he suddenly woke up.
If Shen Ji went back and returned to his original extravagant social circle, I would not be the only one in his world.
That's it.
As long as the man lies in bed, he will stay there.
After Jiaobai left the laboratory, he received a call from Qi Yiliao, who said that he had bought him a gift which was at Qi's and was waiting for him to pick it up after school.
"Today is not a holiday, why give gifts?" Jiaobai said strangely.
Qi Yiliao's office chair slid back half a meter: "No?"
"Yes, why not." Jiaobai nodded to several classmates, and walked down the stairs with his phone. "Wait for me, I'll find you after school."
Jiaobai didn't think about a gift on the way to Qi's house. The chrysanthemum spirit was sent at irregular intervals and it was impossible to predict when it would appear. But it was a gift for him, and Qi Yiliao would not use it to create a surprise.
In all likelihood, the gift is Old Qi himself.
It's like this in all those third-rate, melodramatic idol dramas, with a tie tied around their necks and squatting in a big cardboard box, and when they open it, wow, ahaha.
So when Jiao Bai walked into Qi Yiliao's lounge and saw the small cardboard box, his first reaction was, wow, my man has become smaller
There was no movement in the carton.
Jiaobai squatted down and pushed the cardboard box aside with one hand. He saw the gift Qi Yiliao gave him.
That's a cat.
Kitten, white fur, golden eyes.
The world stopped for a few seconds, and Jiaobai murmured: "It's a cat..."
"It's a white cat!" Jiaobai jumped up and shouted excitedly. He had always wanted to have a cat, but he suppressed the idea because of the pressure of study, lack of time, and fear of not being able to take good care of the cat.
This year, his desire to "be a cat owner" is stronger than ever. Recently, his phone is full of cat photos, which may have been seen by Qi Yiliao.
"oops,"
Jiaobai squatted down and picked up the little white cat: "My little Qi."
A voice came from behind: "What do you call it?"
"Arabic numeral, seven." Jiaobai explained calmly.
Qi Yiliao picked him up like a child peeing and carried him to the bed: "Change."
"Then it's Seven." Jiaobai rubbed the cat and buried his face in its soft white fur. "Seven, Daddy loves you so much."
Qi Yiliao: “…”
"I bought the cat for you myself." Qi Yiliao leaned against the head of the bed, put Jiaobai on his legs and wrapped his arms around it.
Jiaobai lowered his head and rubbed the kitten in his arms, saying in a very confused way: "Thank you."
Qi Yiliao's face was dark: "You are so talkative."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiaobai, who had his back to him, suddenly turned around and put the cat on him: "Hold the cat, I'll take a picture of you."
Qi Yiliao refused to cooperate and said with disgust: "I don't get along with cats."
Jiaobai's head ached: "Then add me."
So the new family members were forced into the picture.
Jiaobai was holding the cat, Qi Yiliao was holding him, and the first photo of the family of three was taken on the bed.
In the past, Jiaobai did not go back to Lanmo Mansion every day. If he was too busy, he would stay overnight at Zhang Zhen's place. After getting a cat, Jiaobai went back every day, and he squeezed out some time for experiments to raise the cat.
The smell of vinegar in Lanmo Mansion was getting stronger and stronger.
Qi Da was pushed out by his brothers who were jealous and panicked. He gave Bai Shao a serious warning.
"No way?" Jiaobai was pruning flowers and plants in the front yard. "Who would be jealous of a cat?"
Qi Daxin said, you are my man.
Jiaobai didn't understand it on the spot. He was very busy. The Lanmo Mansion had several courtyards, but they didn't hire a gardener. The old pervert said he wanted to help him renovate the courtyards. He used to do it every week, but he didn't know what he was doing during this period, so he stopped doing it.
The cat was playing in the flowers, and Jiaobai told it to be careful. An unconscious smile like that of an old father or a lover appeared on his face, very gentle.
The bodyguards around: "..."
Qi Da answered a phone call and quickly went into the front yard: "Mr. Bai, Master Qi will not be back for dinner tonight."
"What are you doing?" Jiaobai was weeding with a hoe.
Qi Da felt like he saw the light of hope. Bai Shao knew to ask, and there was great progress!
"Mr. Qi has an appointment." said Qi Da.
"Got it." Jiaobai continued to weed, complaining about why there were so many weeds.
Qi Da's tough face was filled with confusion. That's it? That's it
Jiao Bai asked Qi Da to cut him a watermelon. "Okay, I'll go right away." Qi Da left without saying anything.
That night, Jiaobai was practicing suturing in the laboratory on the second floor underground. When he came to his senses, he called Qi Yiliao.
Qi Yilao answered the phone very slowly and did not speak a word after he answered it.
Jiaobai stroked the cat lying on the table and said, "Uncle, you haven't finished your socializing yet?"
On the day of the phone call, Qi Yiliao leaned back in his chair and smoked: "What's up?"
The people at the dinner table noticed that his tone and expression were different from usual, and they realized who was calling, and the noise disappeared instantly.
The background sound on the phone suddenly disappeared. Jiaobai was not nervous at first, but now he took a breath for no reason: "I'm bored alone, come back and keep me company."
"What are you bored about?" Qi Yiliao flicked the ash off his cigarette nonchalantly. "Don't you have a cat?"
Jiaobai resisted the urge to swear: "A cat is a cat, and you are you, you are different."
"Different? As soon as you get home from school, you call the cat, kiss it, hug it, bathe it, comb it, squat on the floor to watch it eat and drink milk, hug it even when you sleep, and your phone album is full of its photos." Qi Yiliao seemed to have just realized it, and said in a tone of sudden enlightenment, "If you talk about it in detail, I am treated differently from it."
Wild rice: “…”
"Then will you come back?" Jiaobai felt guilty and asked simply and rudely.
Qi Yilao remained silent.
"You're not going to reply, right?" Jiaobai said calmly, "Okay, go ahead and do your work. I won't bother you anymore."
Although he said this, Jiaobai didn't hang up.
Qi Yiliao didn't either. He was obviously waiting for the young man's second move.
After Jiaobai finished being tough, he used soft tactics: "I like golden-eyed white cats because of you. I think that kind of cat is like you."
Qi Yiliao smiled, "Really?"
"Of course." Jiaobai said, "I love the whole house and the whole dog."
The young man spoke too seriously, and his words were filled with heavy memories. Qi Yiliao brought the cigarette between his fingers to his lips, but forgot to smoke for a moment.
"I won't waste my time talking to you. I'm going to take a shower now." Jiaobai snorted coldly, "You can do whatever you want."
Qi Yiliao waited until the other end hung up before putting down the phone. He put out the cigarette, stood up, and said with an apologetic smile: "Everyone, I'm sorry, my wife asked me to go back, so I won't stay any longer."
"Please put this meal in my name, and we'll get together again next time when we have time." Qi Yiliao took his suit jacket and left gracefully.
The bosses at the dinner table all breathed a sigh of relief. The man who entered the private room was like an abandoned woman, and the aura around him was extremely low.
He would glance at his phone from time to time, and every time he did so, the gloom between his brows grew heavier.
Now I'm finally gone.