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The next morning, Chi Qiu woke up at seven o'clock.
There is an unread message on his mobile phone, which is a voice message sent to him by Chi Lanyan. Chi Qiu clicked on it, and after listening, he patiently replied to Chi Lanyan by voice, saying that everything was fine.
Afterwards, Chi Qiu stretched, ready to get up and take a shower. As soon as he lifted the quilt, he felt a chill, which made him sneeze. He turned sideways and found that it was because he didn't close the window when he slept last night.
The wind blowing in from the outside is cool, and the temperature dropped suddenly due to yesterday's rain.
After Chi Qiu washed up, he felt a little cold, so he took out a long sleeve from the cabinet and put it on. In the trash can at his feet lay a rain-soaked letter.
Just yesterday, after Aunt Su went to deliver an umbrella to Lu Ming, Chi Qiu walked to the French window in the living room and saw the letter left alone on the table in the front yard. Aunt Su probably forgot about it when she was packing the tea set. At this moment, it was constantly being hit by rainwater, and the thick and smooth envelope paper was gradually infiltrated, creating dark waves.
Chi Qiu stared at it for about half a minute, then rushed into the rain and took the letter back to the room.
Perhaps because he was afraid that others would discover his inconsistencies, Chi Qiu clutched the envelope tightly, panting slightly, his heart beating in his throat. Raindrops fell from the hair on his forehead, and he held the letter in his hand, not knowing what he was doing.
Confused, the letter in his hand was like a hot potato.
Chi Qiu rescued it from the rain, and cruelly threw it into the trash can in the room.
dont see.
Overnight, the envelope was still damp, and the contents might have been blurred by the icy rain.
Chi Qiu stared at it, sat silently by the bed, and lowered his shoulders.
Time passed by, and at half past eight, Aunt Su came to call Chi Qiu for breakfast.
A bowl of simple clear noodle soup, served with a poached egg, is steaming hot to dispel the coldness that comes in autumn. Chi Qiu drank the soup one mouthful after another, and did not eat a few mouthfuls of noodles. He listened to Aunt Su talking about Chi Xia.
"I received a call from Miss this morning, asking me to tidy up the old books in her room. She will come to pick them up in a few days." Aunt Su was peeling a grapefruit in her hand. Put it in a fresh-keeping box and hand it in front of Chi Qiu, "I don't know if the young lady lives outside alone, so she's not used to eating. Mr. Chi is always worried about her, and even asked me to make some lo mei for her. Just in time, when she comes over, I'll just give it to her directly. It saves me from making a trip and disturbing the young lady's time."
Chi Qiu stuffed a small piece of grapefruit into his mouth and asked, "When will she come?"
"Next week? Said to be here on Saturday morning."
Chi Qiu nodded, planning not to come out of the room at that time, so as not to meet each other, both of them would be unhappy. In fact, he himself didn't care, it was Chi Xia who always didn't say a word when he saw him, making the atmosphere awkward.
When Chi Qiu put down his chopsticks and wanted to go back to his room, he asked more: "Aunt Su, today..."
"Um?"
"Is he still here today?"
Aunt Su waved her hand, wondering in her heart: "No, when I went out to buy vegetables this morning, the guard said he didn't see it. Don't worry, young master, I did bring everything I said yesterday. It's not that young master Lu can't handle it." Those who are clear may have figured it out, right?"
Who can have such a good temper after being shut down over and over again
Chi Qiu's eyelashes twitched, and the word "sure enough" came to mind. It would be false to say that he is not disappointed, but the relief in his heart is also true: "Got it."
He returned to the room, closed the door, and it was the trash can with only one envelope in it that rushed into his eyes. Chi Qiu walked over because it was restless. He stared at it again for a moment, then bent down, ripped page after page from a notepad next to the bed, crumpled them up, and threw them all into the trash can, covering the envelope.
After finishing this, Chi Qiu squeezed his hands, sat down at his desk, and opened a novel file in his laptop.
A dense array of words was arranged in front of Chi Qiu's eyes. Soon, he entered the state and concentrated on typing.
At the same time, in his computer, there are still some work materials that Ji Feining wants to come. In recent days, he has been taking time out to read and study.
And these materials are all things that will help Chi Qiu go to work in his company in the future. Chi Qiu's learning ability is actually very strong. Even after so many years of delay, he can still chew and digest the boring content as best he can.
As Ji Feining said, talking on paper is only the first step after all. If you really want to learn something, you still have to go to the company to learn it yourself.
But Chi Qiu's situation is special. Currently, he can only take his second step by concentrating on the first step.
Originally, Chi Qiu planned to fight for something with Chi Xia even if he regained his sight.
But since he heard Lin Yuming's words that day, he was very worried that Chi Xia's heart would go further and further away from Chi Lanyan in the future, and he would completely stand by Lin Yuming's side.
Chi Qiu knew that he might be thinking too much, but no matter what, it was better to be prepared than to be caught off guard. At least, he had to stand by Chi Lanyan's side.
Chi Qiu stared at the content on the screen, concentrating on it.
It was Aunt Su's knock on the door that interrupted his thoughts: "Master, the doorman said that there is a courier that needs your signature, and it is from Mr. Lu Fengshen."
Chi Qiu didn't want to have anything to do with the people of the Lu family, so he avoided even curiosity, and said directly, "Reject it for me."
"good."
But immediately, Chi Qiu thought about Lu Fengshen finding an ophthalmologist for him. His heart softened, he stepped forward and opened the door, and changed his words: "Wait, what did he send me?"
"It's a painting."
"painting?"
Chi Qiu was very puzzled, he didn't remember that he had any contact with Lu Fengshen in this regard. He asked Aunt Su to inform the guard to let it go, and asked the delivery man to move the painting in.
Chi Qiu stood at the door, "looking" at the huge express with a serious expression. Aunt Su beckoned the two couriers who moved the paintings into the house, and helped unpack the express package by the way.
When she got closer to have a look, when she saw one of the staff members, she exhaled: "Master Lu?!"
Chi Qiu looked over suddenly, and saw Lu Ming wearing a dark blue overalls and a peaked cap. He seemed a little embarrassed, but also a little helpless. What's more, when he saw Chi Qiu again, the flame ignited in his heart burned his expression alive.
Lu Ming's eyes changed, no longer cold, his gaze was hot, as if he would run to Chi Qiu in the next second. But after all, he is not 17 years old, and Chi Qiu is not as innocent as when he was 15 years old. From the breakup to the meeting at this moment, time has lengthened the distance between the two.
Lu Ming didn't say anything. Under Chi Qiu's puzzled gaze, he unpacked the painting's outer carton in a few strokes.
Covered by a curtain, the painting is slightly shorter than Lu Ming. Lu Ming pulled a rope lightly, and the curtain fell in an instant. In the tranquility of autumn, "Re-enactment of Spring Day" outlined the spring day of a world, scorching its splendor.
Chi Qiu's feet seemed to be stuck with glue, and he stood motionless in front of him.
Aunt Su couldn't help but went over to hold Chi Qiu's hand, and explained to him the embarrassing scene in front of her: "Master, it's Master Lu. He was wearing the overalls of a delivery man... and brought the painting in."
Chi Qiu lowered his eyes, his eyes were not focused. Aunt Su thought it was because his eyes couldn't see, but only Chi Qiu knew in his heart that he didn't dare to look at Lu Ming anymore.
Lu Ming's thin body made him uncomfortable, Lu Ming's haggard face made him unbearable, and Lu Ming's pitiful brow made him angry. He couldn't bear Lu Ming's pretending to be weak.
Chi Qiu closed his eyes, and after a while, his voice was cold, without too much surprise: "Don't you feel ashamed?"
Lu Ming did not expect that Chi Qiu would take the initiative to talk to him, and he was overjoyed when faced with Chi Qiu's sarcasm.
"As long as it's a way to see you, it's not shameful." Lu Ming's tone was gentle, a voice that Chi Qiu had never heard in this year, so nice. It ran into Chi Qiu's ear as if piercing through the clouds, and kissed Chi Qiu.
It's been a long time since they talked face to face, even with Chi Qiu's head down.
Similarly, Chi Qiu didn't look at the painting directly: "Take the painting back, I don't want it."
"This is my uncle's wish. It has nothing to do with me. Can you accept it? Last time you went to the art exhibition, Ji Yanchen always wanted to buy this painting. After uncle knew that he wanted to buy it for you, he let me Bring the painting over here."
Lu Ming started to talk nonsense, repeatedly disregarding his relationship with the painting, and he insisted on keeping the painting. In addition, he also shamelessly wanted to keep himself.
He looked at Chi Qiu with sincere eyes. He knew that Chi Qiu could see him, and he hoped that Chi Qiu could see him.
He said distressedly: "Chi Qiu, you've lost weight."
"What's none of your business?" Chi Qiu was indifferent to Lu Ming's concern. He didn't want to hear Lu Ming say these nonsense words, he turned sideways to see off the guests, and didn't want Lu Ming to continue standing in front of him for a second, "Since the painting is Uncle Lu's kindness, you can just let it go. Aunt Su, send him out .”
Chi Qiu didn't even call "Uncle".
"Chi Qiu, I..."
"Is there anything else you need?" Chi Qiu interrupted him, his tone full of fake impatience.
Lu Ming hesitated, and took off his peaked cap. He took out an umbrella from the work bag at his waist, with good reasons, but also so deliberate: "I'm here to return the umbrella."
His eye sockets were reddish, the iceberg had long since ceased to exist, and what was left was a dead skinned face.
Chi Qiu gritted his teeth, regretting asking Aunt Su to give Lu Ming an umbrella yesterday. He also finds it funny, return the umbrella? Such a rough reason can be used by Lu Ming.
"I don't want the umbrella anymore." Chi Qiu didn't plan to take anything related to Lu Ming.
Lu Ming didn't give up, no matter how Aunt Su persuaded him, he didn't move a step. He finally came in, and he didn't want to leave so quickly: "Chi Qiu, this painting is very heavy, can I stay and have a cup of tea before leaving?" Well, he misses Chi Qiu so much.
"You are not welcome to drink tea in our family."
"Then don't drink anything, I want to talk to you. If you don't want to talk or listen to me, let me watch you for a while. It won't be long, because I will find a way to find you every day."
Lu Ming spoke very bluntly, which made Chi Qiu slightly angry: "Lu Ming, do you not understand me?"
"Chi Qiu, I miss you very much. I went abroad a while ago and got all my memories back. If the answer you want is still valid, I am very willing to say it." He repeatedly emphasized that if Chi Qiu was willing to listen, so he was willing to speak.
A thousand times, ten thousand times, as long as Chi Qiu is willing to give him this chance to speak.
He has accumulated thoughts for ten years, and every word is a transformation after suffering and struggling, as if the him today is the one who really reunited with Chi Qiu after ten years.
But his behavior made Chi Qiu very angry.
Chi Qiu reasonably suspects that Lu Ming is out of his mind. Every word he heard today does not seem to come out of Lu Ming's mouth, including Lu Ming's behavior, Lu Ming's tone, Lu Ming's expression, nothing. Not surprising.
He squeezed the corner of his clothes tightly, thought for a while, then suddenly smiled sarcastically, and said, "I didn't even know that people who suffer from emotional apathy can actually act."
The expression is rich, the tone is rich, and even the eyes are full of incredible emotions.
Chi Qiu raised his head and finally looked at Lu Ming, but his eyes were uncontrollably wet: "Why didn't you act to me before? Was it because it was too much effort to act to a blind man?" He twitched his lips, "Lu Ming, Now you are so fake that it makes me sick."
Affectionately pretended for the sake of purpose, is cheaper than grass.