I, Qinghuan

Chapter 15

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"Ah-"

Qi Yi sneezed.

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

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

Before they could say a word, their voices were quickly drowned out by KTV's wailing.

Holding the microphone was Zhu Qinghuan and Qi Yi's college classmate, Liao Zifeng. This man is tall and handsome, with insufficiency of five voices. Eight words are enough to describe him.

Today is a reunion with a few of their college classmates who had a good time. Zhu Qinghuan was about to join the group, so they made an appointment before she joined the group. Zhu Qinghuan was the secretary of the literature and art department of the student union in the university. Everyone else here was her colleague, and many of her partners had done school activities in those days. The biggest event they did in the past four years was to set up a 100-square-meter stage on the playground in three days, and invited the popular ANT to sing at the school. Although it is generally popular, it is still a star, attracting many people to come to the concert, including many idle people outside the school. Their student ID cards can bring friends in to see them. At that time, they sold their student ID cards 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 their friendship, especially Qi Yi. Qi Yi was attracted by Zhu Qinghuan's face. When he was a freshman, he wanted to come over and secretly confess, but after spending two days with Zhu Qinghuan, he completely gave up the idea. Zhu Qinghuan is a hedgehog wrapped in cotton. He looks gentle and gentle, but he is actually very defensive, and he is never willing to show his heart to others. She didn't have the confidence to spend so much time and energy warming such a piece of ice.

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

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

It's obviously two meters apart, and it's just like a pair of folk songs.

"Zifeng, why don't you sing first!" Zhu Qinghuan had to shout this sentence in a roaring volume. To be honest, the faces of several present here were a little ugly, and her head was about to be blown off by Liao Zifeng's singing.

Liao Zifeng's singing stopped, he turned around and smiled and said loudly through the microphone: "Then we will invite our big star, Miss Qinghuan to present it! 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 said, "Let's not just sit around and listen to him, let's play some games!" Lin Xin asked the waiter to get the same number of them. The sieve cup, "Come to play bragging, lose the truth or take a big risk, how about it?"

"Come on, 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 scene will really heat up.

Zhu Qinghuan has no interest in playing, but everyone has to play, and she is no exception. Otherwise, no matter how familiar they are, there will always be someone secretly saying that she is playing a big game.

Five people in a circle sat down around the coffee table. The peanut and melon seed shells on the table were wiped to one side, and each person took the sieve cup and shook it. After shaking, they chopped heavily on the table, and everyone sneakily lifted the lid to see their own points, hiding them for fear of being seen by the people next to them.

Zhu Qinghuan peeked at his sieve cup. One 3, two 1s.

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

"Six 6s." Zhu Qinghuan bluffed quietly.

Fifteen dice, six calls are quite conservative. She doesn't have a 6 in her hand, so call it that first to make others mistakenly think she has a 6 in her hand.

Qi Yi followed up: "Nine 6s." She really dared to call, usually no one would dare to add three dice numbers in one breath, it is estimated that there are 6s in their hands, and Zhu Qinghuan cheated them again.

Zhu Qing smiled and shook his head.

Qi Yi's next servant Lin Xin saw that she was shaking his head and asked, "Zhu Zhu, why are you laughing?"

Zhu Qinghuan said: "I think you can drive her, there will be no nine out of six."

Lin Xin snorted: "I wish you are so confident? Then I can open it. If there are nine, you will be punished for me."

Zhu Qinghuan nodded softly: "Okay."

Unexpectedly, this circle opened so fast, and everyone opened the sieve cups one after another. Zhu Qinghuan glanced at everyone's dice, and silently counted the number of 6 and 1 in his mouth (1 is the universal point). After counting a circle, I found that adding my two 1s, it was exactly nine.

Qi Yi couldn't help laughing: "Why, Zhu Zhu, you've got yourself into a hole? You have two almighty points in your hand, and you dare to call Lin Xinkai me, you really don't know how to calculate."

Liao Zifeng interjected: "Okay, anyway, I wish you planted here, willing to admit defeat, choose one from the truth or the big adventure!"

A few people around laughed maliciously.

Zhu Qinghuan could understand their laughter, he was an artist, and they were eager to choose the truth, and then asked some rumors that were spreading in the circle, hoping to get a response from themselves. No matter what they say, they will post anonymously on the Internet after they go home, "Friends in my circle said that so-and-so CP is a fake so-and-so is a fostered so-and-so that is actually divorced, so-and-so and so-and-so are So-and-so and so-and-so and so-and-so." People love to chew their tongues like this, especially those with a sense of superiority.

But doesn't the one who offends others becomes oneself

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

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

"What do you want to do?" Zhu Qinghuan became vigilant, she had too much work on her phone, and if it was leaked out, the company would be held accountable.

"Don't worry, I won't mess around, I'll send a message to your boss Nan," Liao Zifeng raised his eyebrows, "Send her the KTV address and see if she will come."

"What's the point of this?" Zhu Qinghuan frowned, "What if she really came?"

"Come here, come here, come and sing together, we happen to know each other." Lin Xin patted Zhu Qinghuan's shoulder, "I guess 80% won't come, the young master is very busy, how could it be because of you? Going all the way in a word? What are you worried about?"

Liao Zifeng immediately started to grab Zhu Qinghuan's mobile phone: "Hurry up! The big adventure you chose yourself, don't be fooled!"

Zhu Qinghuan was originally guarding her mobile phone tightly, but as soon as she thought about it, her fingers relaxed a little, and she let the phone be taken away by Liao Zifeng.

Suddenly, curiosity arose in my heart.

Will she... really come

She suddenly wanted to see if Nanyang would really drop everything at hand and come to her because of her words.

Liao Zifeng confirmed to Zhu Qinghuan the dialog box of Nanyang in WeChat, and quickly typed 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 it." She didn't reply to this message, and the next one was a KTV location just posted by Liao Zifeng, and a line of small characters - "I'm sick, Come pick me up."

Liao Zifeng noticed Zhu Qinghuan's surprise when he saw the words, and he shrugged: "I have to find an excuse, otherwise it will be too dry."

"But so..."

That's not good.

Zhu Qinghuan frowned again. This is red. Naked teasing Nanyang. If Nanyang didn't come, it's nothing. What if he did? What would she think when she saw herself sitting here safe and sound, realizing that she had been played by a game

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

She was caught in a tangled conflict, looking forward to Nanyang's arrival, and at the same time not wanting her to come, the two voices were noisy in her heart.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

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

Nanyang is a very rigorous person, and this rigor is reflected in every detail of her life. For example, she never lets her shirt get wrinkled or stained, and if it gets dirty, she has to get 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 each sentence is as neat as a college entrance examination composition. If she needs to use a question mark, she will only type one, and there will never be a second one. As for the exclamation mark, this kind of thing doesn't exist in Nanyang's world at all.

Nanyang has little interest in exploring most things, so her communication with people basically ends with a period. Generally speaking, the one that can make her use a question mark is already the top priority in her heart.

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

After she sent a message, she couldn't help but look at WeChat nervously, and she would look at it in a while. The game was still going on, but she didn't have any thoughts at all, and continued to play with a few friends perfunctorily, her mind was as chaotic as mush.

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

Heart stagnated.

Zhu Qinghuan was ready to stand up at any time, her legs were numb with tension, and when the door was opened, she quickly got up and looked over.

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

Zhu Qinghuan walked over to her and greeted her stiffly. When she got closer, she found that the collarbone on Nanyang's shirt was already soaked with sweat, the cheekbones were also a touch of red, the hair on the temples was stuck to the side of the face, and the frequency of the chest ups and downs was faster than usual. . Half-covered by the down jacket, his right hand was holding a box of medicine, and his thumb was firmly pressed against the carton. The name of the medicine could only see the word "weishu" in front of it.

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

"Yo, you really are 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 her caring words into her stomach. She looked at these people in the private room, and the ups and downs of her chest tended to ease. She took another look at Qing Huan, who had a ruddy and healthy face, and when she heard the word "game" they said, the suppressed anxiety in her eyes gradually cooled down.

Zhu Qinghuan looked at Nanyang nervously. Apart from the greeting just now, he didn't dare to speak, and carefully observed Nanyang's expression.

But Nanyang didn't show an angry gesture, she just remained silent for a while, and returned to her usual expressionless expression. As if nothing had happened, she let go of Qinghuan and said softly, "Have fun, I'll go first."

After speaking, she turned and left.

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

Zhu Qinghuan froze in place for a few seconds, then instinctively opened the door and chased out.

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

"You... are you angry?"

Nanyang followed her movement and stopped, pursing his lips and stood for a while. When she spoke again, there was already tenderness in her voice: "No, I'm not angry."

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

Nanyang looked at her, and the corners of his lips curved naturally: "You're not sick, why am I angry?"

Nanyang's words made Zhu Qinghuan speechless.

Wouldn't that make you angry? Is it because what she did to Nanyang would not make Nanyang angry

"You and your friends continue to play, I can't accompany you anymore." Nanyang lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at singing, and I'm not very good at playing those games. In front of your friends, I may Disgrace your face."

Zhu Qinghuan didn't know what to pick up.

"I'll go first, remember to go home early."

Nanyang nodded towards her as a farewell etiquette.

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

She wants to follow Nanyang.

She wanted to see if Nanyang would explode with emotions after he left her. She wanted to know if Nanyang was angry, to what extent, and how to vent his anger.

So, she really followed quietly.

She has been stalked secretly by countless paparazzi, and this is the first time she has stalked someone in such a despicable way.

Follow your wife.

Nanyang walked out of the KTV, her half-wet white shirt fluttering in the cold winter wind, she walked slowly, as if she forgot to wear a down jacket.

She was walking, and suddenly stopped in front of a commissary. Then, stand there for a long time, not speaking or moving.

Zhu Qinghuan hid in the distance, held her breath, and stared at her.

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

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

Zhu Qinghuan could only see her slightly bulging cheeks chewing and chewing non-stop. She ate one piece carefully, threw the tin foil into the trash can, took out the second piece, and the third piece, and fed it to her mouth without interruption, as if she could not eat enough.

Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and the words he said suddenly buzzed in his mind—

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

"Eat when you're sad, and you'll feel better."

Eat when you are sad.

Mood will improve.

In a blink of an eye, he seemed to see Nanyang sitting opposite him that night again. Under the soft light, she held her elegant long hair, and the hair on the temples was loosely hanging on the side of her delicate face.

She nodded earnestly and said:

OK, I remembered.

Qing Huan bit her lip tightly, her nails sank deep into her skin, and her heart started to hurt.

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

Twenty-five dollars. Not a single piece remains.

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

Why is it so sad, yet so gentle