Qiongcang followed Fan Huai and watched him leave until his figure disappeared in the crowd.
She stopped on the street, looking at the endless driveway and the bustling shopping mall, feeling the loneliness of countless people passing by, but like the misty mist in the morning.
She put her hands in her pockets and paced along the sidewalk by the side of the road. After walking for a while, she noticed that the phone in her pocket was vibrating constantly.
Qiongcang suddenly felt agitated, knowing that something was wrong, he took out his mobile phone and saw that there was a bright string of missed calls hanging on the home screen, all of which were from He Jueyun.
He Jueyun eagerly called her more than ten times. Seeing that she didn't answer, several text messages were interspersed in between.
At first, he calmly asked her where he was going.
"where did you go
What are you going out for? "
"What's the matter with you
Why don't you answer the phone? "
"Call back when you're free."
"What are you doing with the check under the mouse
I didn't peek at the surveillance, I just thought you were gone.
What do you mean by salute to me? "
Getting more irritable at the back.
"Why didn't you answer my call
Not even text messages! Why are you mad at me
I didn't mess with you! "
"I didn't care about you when you provoked me last time. How could it be your turn to run away without hitting someone?"
"It's all right, don't run away from home, you won't take such a childish and calm routine, will you?"
"If you don't call me again, I'll call the police! I opened the location with permission.
How can you play Lost Connection when you are such an adult? "
"Qinggong! I'm going to be angry if you do this!"
After a stormy vent, there was a gap in the sending time of text messages.
Just now, He Jueyun sent a calm sentence.
"Call back when you're free."
Behind the calm is obviously a detached mind, which vividly depicts He Jueyun's consciousness of giving up his struggle and disarming and surrendering.
Qiongcang was silent for a long time and carefully read the text message several times. The melancholy accumulated because of Fan Huai was finally shattered by He Jueyun, and even the residue was transported to the incineration plant along the assembly line.
Really... a piece of text with an emoji package.
Qiongcang didn't know how much He Jueyun misunderstood her survivability, but it was just an ordinary trip, as if a minor child was lost.
But being cared about is not always something you will find annoying, and even Qionggong finds it a little funny because of He Jueyun's madness.
Holding her phone, she stepped back inside and squatted to the end of the steps in front of a store so as not to block the way of others.
Qiongcang still understands that at this time, she can't directly say to He Jueyun, "I didn't hear it", then He will probably completely put her on the blacklist, plus the old accounts that haven't been settled last time. , in a short period of time, she has to face a yin and yang strange brother Q.
Qiong considered for a moment and carefully edited the text message.
Qiongcang: I came to see Team He.
He Jueyun's text message was sent immediately, and it could be seen that he had been staring at the phone.
He Jueyun: Going to see the team again
What is your relationship with the Ho team
Didn't you know each other not long ago
Firmament doubted itself for a while.
Team He... Team He can't do it
He Jueyun: Why didn't you answer the phone
Qiongcang: Team He doesn't allow me to answer the phone, so keep quiet.
He Jueyun: Why is this
Then why don't you text back
Qiongcang: Team He didn't allow me to ring the bell. I was on the street just now, and it was so noisy that I didn't hear the vibration.
Qiong Cang: I'm sorry, sorry.
This explanation is very lame, but it may be that the last emoticon package stunned He Jueyun very well. Comrade Xiao He struggled for less than a second before turning the page gently.
Xiao He is really a kind person.
He Jueyun: I thought you ran away, you know
Can you report to me next time I go out
The firm's attitude of admitting mistakes has always been swift and soulless.
Sky: I was wrong.
He Jueyun was very angry.
He typed out two words angrily—
never mind.
Qiong Cang: I didn’t bring anything with me when I went out. Before I left, I waved at the monitor. I thought you understood.
He Jueyun: What do I know! Don't you know what waving means
And you're not waving at all, you're saluting! Isn't a salute a farewell
Who usually goes out to salute
And left the money.
What do you want me to understand
Front or side
The probability of their brain circuits matching is not high, and the fact that they have the same heart often fails in them.
He Jueyun didn't think the problem was serious. After all, wasn't language invented to facilitate communication
Understanding is to be created under the conditions of long-term life, and the firmament has not given him a chance.
If the sky often gave him novel reading comprehension questions similar to the test center, his young and fragile heart really couldn't bear the throbbing again and again.
… But it’s not entirely the firmament’s fault.
He Jueyun realized it.
Team He has to carry the cauldron.
Qiongcang was thinking about how to appease, when the irritable message in front of him suddenly disappeared.
He Jueyun withdrew a message
He Jueyun: Are you coming back for dinner tonight
Qiongcang was a little ashamed by He Jueyun's sudden tolerance.
However, that feeling only stopped for a while and failed to help Qiong tell the truth.
Sky: Back.
He Jueyun: Well, come back early.
I go to work first.
Then there was no movement on the other side.
The furious He Jueyun gave himself up so easily.
Qiong Cang looked at the stagnant mobile phone interface, and out of caution, he also sent a message to He Chuanzhou to let her know.
He said that if He Jueyun came to ask, he would help her out and prove that he went to her today.
He Chuanzhou only saw this message after he left the prison, and ten minutes have passed by this time.
Sitting in the car, He Chuanzhou thought that the young people today are really incredible, and they started looking for someone to cover up when they were still in the dating stage, and they were not honest at all.
But if it's the sky, it's probably for a legitimate reason that she can't explain.
He Chuanzhou flipped through the chat records.
He Jueyun didn't come to her to inquire, so she took the initiative to send a message to He Jueyun.
He Chuanzhou: The sky is with me.
He Jueyun was a little at a loss when he received this belated notification message.
He Jueyun: Are you done
Then you ask her to answer the phone.
He Chuanzhou replied without changing his face: We are going to visit the prison, let's talk about it.
She will be back at night, don't rush.
After He Chuanzhou had dealt with He Jueyun's side, he called Qiong Cang directly.
The other side picked it up quickly, and He Chuanzhou asked casually, "Where are the people?"
It was very quiet on Qiongcang's side. She said, "Get ready to go to the hospital."
"Are you okay?"
He Chuanzhou said in surprise, "What kind of cover do you want me to cover for you during the follow-up consultation
Are you OK? "
Qiongcang explained: "I want to visit Li Lingsong's ex-wife."
He Chuanzhou said at ease: "Oh, I'm about to go there too.
See you at the hospital then. "
Qiong: "Okay."
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Li Lingsong's ex-wife, Qiong Cang has not met many times, she only remembers that the two have been divorced for a long time, and their relationship is relatively indifferent.
They have a son named Li Zhanyuan, who is two years older than Qiong Cang's father.
In fact, she saw Li Lingsong only a handful of times.
Li Lingsong studies social psychology, and he is also a very sensitive person. He can perceive the resistance of the sky to him.
Before Fang Qi appeared, most of the help he provided to Qiong was financial and learning resources.
Later, Fang Qi got acquainted with Qiongcang, and he had an additional channel to communicate with Qiongcang.
It is a pity that Fang Qi failed to ease their relationship, and every time the two talked, there was still a clear sense of alienation.
Qiongcang stood at the entrance of the hospital, picked out a beautiful fruit basket from the store, bought a bunch of flowers, carried it in his hand, and went up to visit.
The information about the ward was found out by Qiong Qiong.
Even Fang Qi didn't know that his wife's birthday was coming soon, so he went to find Li Zhanyuan to inquire, and then told Qiong the exact information.
When Qiongcang arrived, in addition to Li Lingsong's ex-wife, Ms. Xue, there was also a middle-aged nurse in the ward.
She glanced around the room without a trace.
The ward is very warmly decorated, with bouquets and tables, stuffed in every corner, even a little crowded.
Even the quilts and sheets were changed to bright colors, not as cold as other wards.
It means that the family takes good care of her.
Qiong Cang glanced hastily, quickly retracted his gaze, and landed on Ms. Xue.
Ms. Xue's mind seems to be awake, but her body is very weak.
Extraordinarily small, it can be called bony.
The bones at the joints bulge outward, more like a layer of skin hanging on the skeleton.
Various precision instruments were placed near the hospital bed to monitor her physical signs.
In fact, the existing medicine has been unable to provide her with too much help, and can only make her feel a little better.
Ms. Xue stared at her face, not recognizing anyone for a while.
After Qiongcang reported her home, she thought about it for a while before calling her number.
"It turned out to be you, I didn't expect you to come to see me."
Ms. Xue was surprised, her voice was hoarse, and she nodded to her, "I've worried you."
Qiong sat down beside her, and because the bedside table was full, she put the fruit basket and bouquet on the ground.
"nothing.
I don't communicate with Uncle Li very often, so I only recently learned that you are ill. "
"Don't say it's you, I don't keep in touch with Ling Song too often."
Ms. Xue smiled, tugging on the muscles on her face to make the wrinkles more obvious, "He only studies his academics, and doesn't care about other things... But we have long since divorced, so we don't need to move around so often."
Ms. Xue stroked her withered hair, trying to keep her image from looking so embarrassed.
However, her condition was already very serious, and she was about to reach the end of her life, and most of her grace was destroyed by the pain.
Qiong stepped forward, helped her put up the pillow, and helped straighten her scattered white hair.
"Thank you.
Also taking the time to see me, so troublesome. "
Ms. Xue said softly, "Actually, I'm fine, there's no need to celebrate my birthday, and I can't eat cake."
Qionggong spoke politely to her, removed the fruit basket, and took out a banana from it.
Ms. Xue shook her head: "I can't eat it."
She lingered in the sick bed for too long and rarely moved around. There was a young man to chat with. Ms. Xue was obviously very happy, and her complexion was even better.
She opened her eyebrows, looked at the sky kindly, and asked, "How old are you?"
Qiongcang replied, "It's almost 27."
"It's too big.
When I met your father, he was a half-sized boy, and in a blink of an eye, even you were so old. "
Xue Nu sighed twice and asked again, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Qiong Cang shook his head, dragged the chair to the head of the bed, and asked curiously, "How did you meet Uncle Li in the first place?"
"I don't know much.
Classmates, naturally they are together. "
Ms. Xue's eyes curled up, although the pupils were cloudy, they were bright, and teased, "Are you disappointed
There is no story that you young people yearn for. "
"Some time ago, I found a collection of poems that he wrote to you."
Qiong Cang said enviously, "Uncle Li is not only talented, but also very romantic, right?"
Ms. Xue seemed to have heard a very naive sentence, half helpless and half funny: "Romantic
him
No no, he's not romantic at all.
The most romantic thing about him is that he wrote a poem to me, and there is only one poem that you have already seen.
He used that poem for many years, and he still used it when he published a collection of poems. It was really unbearable.
If he hadn't been handsome when he was young, I wouldn't have liked him. "
Qiong Cang's face was surprised, and Ms. Xue looked at her expression and laughed softly.
"Others are like this, not the object of his observation, and he doesn't want to talk much.
Very dull. "
Ms. Xue lowered her voice and told the sky mysteriously, "Although he studies social psychology and loves others well, he doesn't know how to practice it himself.
Maybe because he knew more, he became colder.
Maybe in his eyes, human impulses are just different hormones at work. "
Qiong Cang joked: "From a scientific point of view, this is also true."
Ms. Xue: "Emotion is the most unscientific thing.
You young people. "
It sounds like Ms. Xue has no feelings for Li Lingsong at all.
In other words, even if Li Lingsong has no nostalgia, Ms. Xue still maintains a family-like bond with her husband.
So why did they get divorced
Qiong asked this question.
When Ms. Xue heard it, she stiffened for a moment, and then said uncomfortably, "It's just not appropriate.
Character is not right, can not continue to live. "
She didn't know that the wrinkles on her face exposed her every emotion.
Because the cheeks are too thin, every change in expression is very obvious.
Qiong Cang nodded calmly, lowered his upper body, approached her, and said with a smile, "I don't know if it's suitable or not, but Uncle Li is my boyfriend's standard.
Good-natured, polite, talented, prestigious, and gentleman to women.
If I were looking for a boyfriend, I would also be looking for this type of person. "
Ms. Xue shook her head and said, "When looking for a partner, you can't just look at good temperament.
Sometimes you feel good-natured, but you just don't like being angry.
Marriage is different from what you think. If you think too well, if you live it, it will not go on.
Of course, everyone wants different things, find what feels good to you. "
She reached out and touched Qiong's head, and quickly took it away.
His hands with age spots fell on the soft quilt and kept shaking.
Qiongcang grabbed her hand, wrapped her cold fingertips with his heart, and asked, "Isn't Uncle Li usually angry?"
Ms. Xue asked back, "Have you seen him angry?"
Qiong Cang racked his brains to recall it, and said as if he had discovered something novel: "It seems that there is none, but I am a junior."
"He also gets angry sometimes, depending on whether he cares or not."
Ms. Xue hesitated, wanting to bring this topic over as soon as possible, "Where are you working now?"
Qionggong told her something half-truth.
After all, Ms. Xue is old, her brain is not fast, and she is not vigilant about the sky. Basically, she answers every question she asks, and only avoids some sensitive issues.
Qiongcang didn't want to make her suspicious, so when she asked what she felt embarrassed about, she didn't go any further.
The two chatted harmoniously for about half an hour, Qiongcang took out his mobile phone to check, and regretted: "It's getting late, I have to go back.
See you next time. "
Ms. Xue opened her mouth regretfully and tried to sit up. She glanced at the wall clock on the wall and said, "Just stay for a while, rest today, A Yuan should come over."
When she mentioned her son, she remembered that the generations were messed up, and she couldn't stop laughing: "My son should be your Uncle Li, and Ling Song is already your grandfather."
Qiong Cang said indifferently: "It doesn't matter. When I see Uncle Li, I usually call him professor, and he won't find out."
Ms. Xue couldn't stop laughing as if she had found something to laugh at, perhaps because she was in a good mood.
The elderly are always happy for a long time because of some inexplicable things.
Qiongcang tucked the quilt for her, whispered a few words to her, and turned to go out.
When she walked to the door, the path was blocked by a dark shadow.
It just so happened that Li Zhanyuan came back.
The man almost collided with her, took a step back subconsciously, pulled away, and was stunned when he saw her, and then said kindly, "Is it... the sky
How did you come here? "
He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, inheriting Li Lingsong's handsome appearance, and he has a bookish air.
But instead of taking the academic path like Li Lingsong, he went to start a business.
His character and situation are not very clear.
Before Qi Kexu died, Qiong Cang had seen him several times, but because he was too young, he was not impressed.
He didn't show up again after that.
This is the first time Qiong has seriously noticed his existence.
Li Zhanyuan pushed his frame, and then wanted to take Qiong's shoulder.
Qionggong turned to the man who was half a head taller than himself, dodged his body without a trace, pointed to Ms. Xue inside and said, "I heard that my aunt was ill and happened to pass by, so I came here to have a look."
Inside, Ms. Xue heard the movement and called out, "Ah Yuan."
Qionggong made a gesture of invitation: "I still have something to do, so don't disturb me for now."
Li Zhanyuan withdrew his hand: "Okay."
After leaving the ward, Qiongcang went to the toilet by the way.
She put her hand under the sensor, splashed her face with cold water, and sorted out the information she had just obtained in her mind.
The gentle liquid slapped her face, taking the heat away from the top layer of skin.
Her heart beat faster because she was holding her breath, and her brain began to spin faster because of the forceful flow of blood.
After a while, the sound of water flow stopped.
Qiong raised his head, opened his bloodshot eyes, and took a deep breath. At the same time, he caught a glimpse of a black figure behind him from the mirror.
Qiong Cang's back suddenly stiffened, and all the hairs on his body stood up.
Taking a closer look, I realized that the person who came was He Chuanzhou.
She put her hands on the sink, closed her eyes, and exhaled heavily.
He Chuanzhou leaned against the wall, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Public toilet, my presence shouldn't scare you, right?"
Qionggong wiped her face vigorously and wiped away the water stains, but the broken hair was still wet on her forehead.
He Chuanzhou took out a tissue from his bag and handed it to her: "Seeing that you guys are having a good time chatting, I didn't bother to go in. After all, my identity is awkward, and it's easy to be misunderstood."
Qiong Tian took it and hastily wiped the water stains off his face.
Because of the water in her eyes, the surrounding area was slightly red, which made her pale complexion, a little more blood, and also made her lose some inhuman indifference.
Qiongcang threw the tissue into the trash can, licked his lips, and said, "I'm thinking, why is Li Lingsong so keen on social psychology
Why is he so interested in relationships between individuals
Why do you like to observe different types of people? "
"... Every time I see him, I can't guess what he's thinking, and he always tries to ask me about my mood, as if he's always at work, so I don't like him very much."
He Chuanzhou looked into her eyes through the mirror: "Then what?"
Qiong Cang said in a light voice: "Is it because it is a blank area that he can't step into
Like Ding Xihua, he was born different from the public.
So he is very calm, as if he can always stay out of it. "
He Chuanzhou frowned slightly.
Qiong fixedly looked at himself in the mirror, and gradually felt unfamiliar.
He Chuanzhou, who was behind her, also stared at her for a split second, causing her to have some creepy illusions in a trance.
It was as if he had always been like this, being observed through a one-way mirror without realizing it.
"If that's the case, he wouldn't do things like writing a love letter to Han Xiao and cheating on her outside of marriage.
What he has to do is observe, learn, not induce.
He doesn't have that strong empathy to control it all, and he's not good at showing. "
"Can Han Xiao really fall in love with a man who is more than 30 years older than him?"