Seventy-ninth bowl of soup (3)
Anyone who reads seriously will feel uncomfortable when someone stares at him. Qing Huan couldn't bear it anymore, and asked Kong Hanri: "Uncle Kong, can you stop staring at me?"
Kong Han's face remained unchanged: "I'm just looking to see if you have studied hard."
She almost wanted to roll her eyes, dare not say anything else, she is definitely very good at studying! A few minutes ago, his old man praised her for her rapid progress, didn't he? "If you have anything to say, you can just say it directly. You don't need to hesitate. I won't be angry."
After finishing speaking, I was still afraid that Kong Hanri would not believe me, so I emphasized: "I am different from the past. I don't remember what I was like before, but I will definitely not be angry now. Even if you say Liang Ze, I won't."
Kong Hanri showed an expression that I believed in you, but he didn't say a word, obviously he didn't believe it. Qing Huan sighed, not knowing what kind of outrageous things her past self had done, even Uncle Kong didn't believe her. "I'm going to read the book. Have you finished approving today's official documents?"
"Of course." Kong Hanri is a professional agent, so there is no need for the boss to remind him of this kind of thing. Holding a cup of tea, he leaned back comfortably on the sofa. The sunlight from the window shone in, making him very comfortable. "It's almost Chinese New Year, any thoughts?"
"No." What else can she think of? She doesn't know anything about business. After studying for so long, she still has a superficial understanding. It will take a long time to get started.
"Old Liang called me yesterday, and that kid Liang Ze also came this morning, saying he wanted to find you, but I persuaded him to leave." Kong Han said earnestly in Japanese. "They all want you to go back for the New Year."
Qing Huan can't remember how she celebrated the New Year in the past, but now she is sure that she doesn't want to be with the Liang family. There are no them in her memory, and any warm and beautiful things are just a few words on the photo network. It may be very ruthless to say, but she really doesn't want to get along with them any more. The past relationship was completely forgotten after she committed suicide and woke up. Maybe it was because she subconsciously wanted to make a clean break with Liang Ze. "I won't go, I can do it alone."
After saying this, she lowered her head and continued to read while taking notes.
The faint scent of tea wafted in the air, and Kong Hanri put down the teacup, "That's fine, you can make up your mind on this matter, no one can force you. I'll go down and have a look, come up later, study hard and don't get distracted."
After Kong Hanri left, Qing Huan opened the drawer and took a cigarette to her mouth. She is not addicted to smoking, but smoking a cigarette does relieve her when she is upset, although she also knows that smoking is harmful to her health. But she is very restrained and only smokes when she is alone.
But this time it was broken suddenly. Kong Hanri went on to take a look, Qing Huan thought he had gone to inspect the work, but he came back within two minutes at most, with two extra-large cups of ice cream in his hand. When he opened the door and came in with a smile on his face, seeing Qing Huan standing by the window smoking a cigarette, his complexion immediately became ugly: "Pinch it."
She didn't listen to him, in fact she doesn't listen to anyone now. After taking the last puff, she spit out a beautiful eye circle, and the delicate eyebrows and eyes are bewitching and charming in the smoke. It is completely different from Qing Huan like that little princess, Kong Hanri thought in his heart, not only that, but his heart skipped a beat, and he found that the little girl is really good-looking, beautiful people are pleasing to the eye even if they smoke.
Taking an ice cream from Kong Hanri's hand, Qing Huan smiled: "That's why you went down?"
"A new ice cream shop opened across the street. When I passed by in the morning, I took a flyer. I saw you studying hard and wanted to buy you a taste, but you secretly smoked here."
She smiled deeper, took a bite and put it in her mouth, "It's the best weather to eat ice cream." Hot pot in summer and ice cream in winter, that's how you feel about masturbating yourself. "Uncle Kong obviously wants to eat it himself, don't blame me."
Kong Hanri was at a loss for words for a while, because his biggest shortcoming was delicious food, he was not picky about food, but the more delicious the food, the more he liked it. In his spare time, he basically drove around, looking for the delicious restaurants mentioned in the food show magazines. Taste it, it can be said to be a very authentic glutton. Qing Huan has no need for appetite. She feels that although the taste of food in the mouth is different, the effect is the same.
"Is it tasty?"
"It's okay." Qing Huan replied, it's just ordinary ice cream, what's delicious or not. "Uncle Kong, if Uncle Liang and Aunt Liang call you again, just tell them that I will live alone this year."
"Why don't you tell them yourself?"
"I changed my number." Qing Huan replied, "No one told me."
It was a world that belonged entirely to her. What she did and how she felt every day was recorded in her online status, which was only visible to herself. She was working hard to get better—although it might take a long time. But as long as a person is alive, there is hope, right? Although she is sad now, she will recover completely one day. During this time, she does not want to see anyone who makes her sad.
Kong Hanri felt that he was getting more and more confused about what was going on in the child's mind, "That's good, come with me this year?"
"ha?"
"I haven't had anyone to accompany me during the Chinese New Year for many years." He sighed, "You don't understand the pain of being single for decades."
Qing Huan laughed: "Uncle Kong is really modest, as long as you want to get married, why don't you worry about not being able to find a girlfriend?"
"I think it's better to live alone."
"Me too." Seeing that Kong Hanri didn't quite believe it, she added, "At least I think so now." She kept herself busy and had a lot of things to do every day, so she would think about Liang Ze more and more. The less, one day I will not think of it once, and when I see him again, I will be able to talk to him rationally and calmly. To put it bluntly, Qing Huan was still worried that she would fall into it again, she didn't want to like someone who repeated herself again, and she didn't want to use her own suicide to contain Liang Ze. What's the use of asking for that kind of love
After chatting with Kong Hanri for a while, her mood improved a lot, but Qing Huan still did not avoid Liang Ze. After work, she went to the underground parking lot. Liang Ze was waiting for her in front of her car. Seeing her coming, he asked her, "Why did you change the number?" Confused, I always forget to do such small things, but after recharging, no one answered, Liang Ze knew it was time to change the number. She used to love to post some status, he looked at it, she hadn't been online for several months, but she didn't delete them all, as if to stop here and start again.
He knew her well, but now he felt that maybe he didn't know her well enough.
Qing Huan said lightly: "I want to replace everything with new ones." So recently she was considering whether to sell that apartment and buy a new house, after all, it is full of memories with Liang Ze, they used to have a relationship there How happy, how rusty it is now.
"It's almost Chinese New Year, how about going home?" Liang Ze took a few steps forward, Qing Huan subconsciously stepped back to avoid him, and frowned after realizing her weakness, "I don't want to go back."
"Why?"
What is there to ask, Qing Huan thought. Do you want me to tell you that I haven't recovered yet, I forgot that you have no feelings for you? In this case, even if she has no memory, she can't bear to say that the Liang family has treated her so well, so let her forget it. It would be too much to hurt others. "I don't remember anything. It would be embarrassing to be with you. It's better to be alone. And it's just Chinese New Year. It's not a big deal."
Liang Ze was silent, the two people who were in love were silent, at this moment his cell phone rang, Qing Huan saw him step aside to answer the phone, with a very gentle expression on his face.
Very familiar, but also very strange.
Because it no longer belongs to her.
She stood and watched for a few seconds, opened the car door and sat in, without looking back.
This time, she didn't cry.
From this day on, Qing Huan studied even harder, and did not waste every minute and every second. In Kong Hanri's words, she never thought that the lazy girl would become a workaholic in her life. At the same time, he is also very satisfied with his teaching results. Qing Huan is smart and serious, and he feels that he can retire decades earlier.
Because of Qing Huan's avoidance, so soon the New Year's Eve came, Qing Huan still sold the old house and bought a new one. There is nothing to miss, but it is a pity that it was sold not long after the decoration was completed. If I knew it, I would not pretend it. After all, it is all money.
I heard from Uncle Kong that he had no sense of money in the past, and always spent money recklessly, and he also liked to buy some expensive and impractical dolls—probably the ones she gave away. Now that I started working, I realized how precious money is. Even though I knew I was very rich, Qing Huan's heart would bleed every time I spent an extra dime.
She would rather be a miser!
It can be said that she is stingy, and the money donated every year can circle the ground several times.
On the evening of New Year's Eve, she was wrapped in a quilt and watching TV alone on the sofa. It was snowing outside, and the floor lamp was on, making the whole house look extraordinarily warm. Because she lives alone, the apartment she bought this time is relatively small, with three bedrooms and one living room, and there are still not many things. It is still the simple style she likes now. The New Year's Eve dinner was booked at the hotel, and I was full after two bites, which was meaningless. Fireworks are not allowed in the community, so she can only watch TV shows to get addicted.
Just when Qing Huan was drowsy with the quilt in her arms, the doorbell rang suddenly. She trembled with fright and almost rolled off the sofa.