Even with the personal admission of the parties involved, Zhong Keke's surprise still did not subside.
She lowered her long and thick eyelashes, and carefully flipped through the bouquet, trying to make sure there was no card or something. Only then did Jiang Yuqiao realize that the scar on her forearm, which was almost the same as her own, was lighter.
Hei Tong seemed to be stabbed, Jiang Yuqiao looked away, raised his hand to drag the cake for her, and said in a low voice, "I didn't put a card."
"… "
Zhong Keke stopped, raised his eyes and said, "I just want to make sure that you have made a mistake."
Wouldn't it be embarrassing if it was sent by mistake.
"That's right."
Jiang Yuqiao stared at the little girl's pure and clear eyes for a moment, restrained the urge to raise his hand to touch her eyelashes, and said flatly, "It's for you, Zhong Keke."
He was suddenly chanted by that good magnetic voice, and Zhong Keke choked, as if being electrocuted, and the numbness went around the auricle.
She lowered her eyes and scratched her ears inadvertently.
To be honest, since she lost her memory, she has never seen such a good-looking man.
It is not the kind of good-looking that can be decorated with gorgeous words, but the kind of indescribable, very intuitive, which can instantly conquer people, refined and beautiful from the inside out.
So unconsciously, her earlobes turned slightly red.
An uncomfortable feeling surged in his heart, and Zhong Keke looked away awkwardly, stared at a button on the man's shirt, and said stiffly, "How do you know my name."
There was a hint of hesitation in the bottom of Qi Shen's eyes, Jiang Yuqiao maintained a stable mood, and tried to answer as naturally as possible.
"Fu Yuanhang told me."
Only then did Zhong Keke open his eyes wide, "Brother Yuanhang? Do you know him?"
Never thought that one day, a little girl who grew up pulling her sleeves would be able to ask such a question, and a sullen smile appeared on Jiang Yuqiao's lips.
He responded suddenly, "Well, he and I are good friends."
"That's it." Zhong Keke nodded.
After a pause, she asked again, "Did he send you these things?"
The mind was empty for a moment.
Jiang Yuqiao nodded slowly, "That's right."
Zhong Keke was squinted by the light, "What does it mean?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yuqiao leaned down with his pockets in his pockets, with his back arched, level with her eyes.
Just like how he used to teach earnestly many times, the man's tone was soft, "You can understand that I gave it with him."
Possibly too close.
Zhong Keke's first reaction was not to answer, but to stagger back and take a small step.
Inexplicably a little shy, she said dryly, "No, you don't need to be so close, I can hear you."
"… "
Jiang Yuqiao stood up straight, his eyelids drooped, his pale cherry lips slightly pursed into a line.
Seemingly aware that her words were too straightforward, Zhong Keke scratched her head embarrassingly, just at this moment, a classmate in the class called her, "The old class said that I want to take another picture with the teachers of various subjects, come back soon, Zhong. cocoa!"
Zhong Keke turned his head and responded.
Turning back, she met the man's deep and narrow peach blossom eyes, which were hooked inward and warped outwards. I don't know if she was wrong, but she always felt that these extremely beautiful eyes were a little red.
Oddly, she pointed to the end of the man's eyes, "Brother, are your contact lenses inflamed?"
Unexpectedly, she would ask such a question, Jiang Yuqiao thought for a while.
Lost for a moment, he laughed dumbly, "Maybe so, I'll take a look later."
Zhong Keke nodded. He didn't know where he came from with this unfamiliar person, so he couldn't help but instructed, "Then you must take a good look. Don't break such beautiful eyes."
Jiang Yuqiao looked at her almost indulgently, and said, "Okay, brother, go take a look."
Only then did Zhong Keke show a knowing smile, "Then I'll go back!"
While speaking, she waved to Jiang Yuqiao, "Remember to help me thank you, Brother Yuanhang!"
"OK."
Jiang Yuqiao stood under the tree with one hand in his pocket, staring at the girl's back jumping and jumping with a deep gaze, until she became a little bit and blended into the crowd, he remembered that, and forgot to say that sentence.
Think about this.
The man bent his lower lip lightly and whispered into the air, "Coco, happy graduation."
It's more than four o'clock after the graduation photo shoot.
Xu Lin drove to the campus gate early to pick up Zhong Keke.
When he came out, Zhong Keke had a cake in his left hand, a bellflower flower in his right hand, and a bunch of messy envelopes between his arms. Seeing this, Xu Lin got out of the car and went to pick it up.
The two of them stood upside down for a while before getting into the car.
"What's all this?" Xu Lin asked in confusion.
Zhong Keke was wilted this afternoon, so he hurriedly unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and poured it, "It was sent by someone else, those envelopes are love letters, and the cake and flowers were given to me by Brother Yuanhang."
I don't know if it was intentional or not.
She subconsciously hides Jiang Yuqiao.
But even if she wanted to say it, she didn't know Jiang Yuqiao's name, and she could only describe it as a handsome friend of Brother Yuanhang. There was nothing to say.
Xu Lin glanced at it and was happy, "My daughter's charm is not small."
Zhong Keke bared his teeth happily, "Of course."
"But you have to thank you, Brother Yuanhang, for sending you flowers and cakes," Xu Lin brought the bunch of flowers over as she spoke, "Yo, it's still Kikyo."
Hearing this, Zhong Keke was stunned.
She has never understood flowers, but she just thinks that this big bunch is fragrant and beautiful, and she took a lot of photos with her classmates.
At this moment, when I heard that it was a bellflower, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
Zhong Keke asked, "Mom, what is the flower language of the bellflower."
Xu Lin started the car, "Hey, I really can't remember the question you asked. You can search online."
Zhong Keke nodded and took out his phone.
Soon, she found the result on Baidu - there are two explanations for the flower language of the white bellflower, one is eternal love, and the other is hopeless love.
See this answer.
Zhong Keke frowned.
I don't know why, the man's face that looked extremely clear popped out in his mind, and his ears instantly became hot.
Xu Lin turned the steering wheel and made a corner, "Did you find it, what do you mean?"
Zhong Keke was pulled back to his senses, and his eyes became empty.
She lowered her head and exited the interface, "Long live it seems like some kind of friendship."
After watching Zhong Keke, Jiang Yuqiao did not go back immediately, but went to the Ci'en Mental Hospital.
It has been half a year since the last time I saw Lu Meihua.
As a VIP patient in this private mental hospital, Lu Meihua's living conditions have always been very good, and she has regular nurses to take care of and take care of her every day. No matter what convenience is, it is the best treatment.
Because they have lived in this hospital for many years, the dean and Jiang Yuqiao are also very familiar with each other. The two walked on the corridor of the back hall and chatted about Lu Meihua's condition.
"Your mother has been in good condition recently. Whether it's eating or sleeping, she has reached the level of a normal person. She can usually chat with her friends in the hospital. She usually plays chess, draws a picture, and is very comfortable. Moisturizing."
Jiang Yuqiao hummed, "That's good."
In fact, this year, Lu Meihua's situation is very good, as long as he does not appear in front of her.
It was suggested by the attending physician not to let Jiang Yuqiao contact Lu Meihua directly.
The dean saw that he was not in a good mood, and was a little relieved, "But you don't have to worry too much, your mother's illness was stimulated by that incident back then, she will naturally think of those things when she sees you, It's not that I don't want to see you."
"In a few more years, she will be completely recovered, and you can reunite with mother and son."
Jiang Yuqiao looked at Lu Meihua, who was sitting in a wicker chair and bathed in the sunshine with a smile not far ahead.
never speak.
…
Stayed in the hospital for a while.
Jiang Yuqiao just returned to the compound.
It was already dark, but the temperature had not dropped, and the breath was still humid and sultry.
I originally wanted to take a bath, but as soon as I got in, Tong An's colleagues kept looking for him for various matters of replacing the shift.
The two called back and forth for a long time before he went to take a cold shower.
But I don't know that this hot and cold, on the contrary, stimulates the disease.
I barely had dinner.
He fell asleep on the sofa.
Jiang Yuqiao was unconsciously immersed in his sleep, completely unaware that he was ill.
He had a very vague dream, only Zhong Keke was in the dream.
The little girl kept the look he last saw, with a low ponytail, tiny bangs, a white shirt, a small skirt, and a pair of white socks wrapped around her slender ankles.
She was holding the pure white bellflower.
The breeze was blowing her skirt, and she smiled at him in the sun.
I just lay on the sofa in a daze all day and night.
Until there was a quick knock on the door.
It's the grandma downstairs.
Having lived in the compound for decades, he has always had a good relationship with the Lu family.
The reason why he went upstairs to knock on the door was also because Fu Yuanhang called her and said that Jiang Yuqiao could not be reached, and asked her to come up and help him to see if he was there.
However, grandma saw Jiang Yuqiao go upstairs with her own eyes that night. She was afraid that something would happen to him, so she knocked on the door in a hurry.
as predicted.
After a while, there was a rustling sound inside.
Then, the security door opened.
The defeated Jiang Yuqiao stood at the door, sweating all over his body, like a dying fish, looking at Grandma with vain eyes.
Seeing this, Grandma patted her thigh and immediately shouted, "Old man, come and help! The baby upstairs is sick!"
Actually not seriously ill.
Just a simple hot cold.
Jiang Yuqiao noticed it before he went to bed, but he didn't take it seriously, thinking that he would get better after a night's rest, but he didn't expect that when Grandma came to find him, he was already sick enough to need an injection.
Based on the principle of proximity.
Jiang Yuqiao carried his weak body, changed his clothes and went to the community hospital.
At this time, there was no one in the hospital, and the little nurse quickly helped him put needles.
Three bottles in total.
To play for nearly three hours.
In order to make his breathing easier, the little nurse deliberately moved him to the window in the corridor, and did not forget to pour him a glass of water.
When I hit the second bottle.
Jiang Yuqiao's physical strength has recovered a lot, and he finally has the energy to look at his mobile phone. WeChat is still crowded with people's unread messages, but there is not one that belongs to Zhong Keke.
Feeling irritable, Jiang Yuqiao took a deep breath and threw the phone aside.
Not long after, Fu Yuanhang came in a hurry.
At this moment, Jiang Yuqiao was sitting on the seat in the corridor.
The man's two long straight legs rested on the ground at will, the arm with the hanging needle was placed on the armrest, and the other was placed on the leg at will.
He closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and pressed his head against the wall, revealing a fair and slender neck. The warm white light of the corridor shone down, rendering his delicate facial features more three-dimensional and profound, adding a rare touch to him. arbitrariness and laziness.
Fu Yuanhang sat down beside him.
Because he ran up, the man was still panting.
Hearing the movement, Jiang Yuqiao opened his long and narrow eyes slightly, caught sight of him, and raised his lips lightly, "Come on."
That tone.
It was as if the two of them had an appointment for a meal.
Fu Yuanhang was not angry at first, but when he heard his voice, he became even more angry, "Why the fuck does your throat look like you've got a shave."
Jiang Yuqiao moved his neck, his clear Adam's apple rose and fell as he spoke, he let out a weak voice, and said with a smile, "I can't die."
"You are poor, what time is it?"
Looking at his half-dead appearance, Fu Yuanhang frowned in concern, "Have you eaten?"
Jiang Yuqiao closed his eyes halfway and shook his head tiredly.
Fu Yuanhang scratched his eyebrows and started fiddling with his phone, "It's too hot, order takeout, what would you like to drink?"
Jiang Yuqiao snorted, "What else can I drink like this."
"… "
Fu Yuanhang glanced at his pale and bloodless handsome face and thought so too.
Just a few clicks in the takeaway app, Fu Yuanhang placed a good order, and he explained the cause and effect smoothly.
He went out of town temporarily yesterday, and he wanted to ask Jiang Yuqiao and Zhong Kexi about their face, but he couldn't get through the phone.
Thankfully he asked.
Otherwise, Jiang Yuqiao felt that he might really die at home.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand and patted Fu Yuanhang's shoulder in praise.
Fu Yuanhang was stunned by him, "Is there something wrong with you? How about taking pictures of your grandson?" After a pause, he said again, "I really want to take a picture of you, send it out, and let those little girls see you. What a sui look now."
Jiang Yuqiao was neither in a hurry nor annoyed, just hooked his lips like this, as if waiting for him to scold, "You shoot."
Just at this moment, the little nurse who had just inserted the needle came over coyly and handed a ruddy apple to him, "I don't have anything to eat here, just an apple."
tone of voice.
The obvious girl is pregnant.
Fu Yuanhang was stunned, his eyes fell on Jiang Yuqiao's face.
That is to say, in less than a second, the man instantly restrained his smile and refused with a shallow expression, "I'm allergic to apples, thank you."
"… "
Sensing the attitude of the other party, the little nurse blushed, turned around with the apple in her hand, and left.
"I found this excuse," Fu Yuanhang gave him a blank look, "You can seduce girls wherever the fuck you go."
Jiang Yuqiao shrugged in disapproval, "I didn't seduce, and I refused, you see."
Fu Yuanhang snorted twice, lowered his head and swiped his phone, and changed the subject, "Then how are you feeling now, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yuqiao looked at the quartz watch with the brown strap on his wrist, and his lips that lost moisture moved slightly, "It's okay."
Inexplicably, when he thought of the way he was lethargic all night, it felt like he had walked through the gates of hell, but for him, it was the most uncomfortable feeling when he was just woken up.
Around six or seven o'clock in the evening, rumored to be the most depressing time.
The sunset outside the window covered the sky, and the room was dark. He woke up on the sofa alone, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.
For a moment, he really thought he was dead.
In fact, death is nothing.
All close relatives left him anyway.
Brother, mother, grandfather, and the father who was stranger than dead.
Now, it's Coco's turn.
The most precious light in his life, trying his best to pull him out of the darkness.
Now it has been extinguished by his own hands.
He opened his eyes like this, as if he was about to sink into the twilight.
Until he accidentally saw the watch on his wrist, a birthday present from Zhong Keke, because he was reluctant to wear it, he never wore it.
That is this moment.
It seemed that something grabbed his dying heart and squeezed it hard.
At that moment, all that was left in his mind was the girl's vivid and lovely face.
Suddenly he began to fear death.
Then he got up and opened the door for grandma.
However, Jiang Yuqiao wouldn't tell anyone about these feelings, he just pretended to be relaxed and said, "I'm just a little hungry."
"I ordered porridge and steamed dumplings for you, and I'll be there later," Fu Yuanhang looked down at his phone, then raised his head to look at him, and asked not too openly, "By the way, I want to ask, you and Coco , how did you meet in the afternoon?"
Jiang Yuqiao's eyes trembled slightly.
did not speak.
Seeing this, Fu Yuanhang changed to a more comfortable position and asked casually, "Then what are your thoughts now?"
The voice fell, and the man stared vainly at the faint halo reflected by the incandescent lamp on the ground, squinting.
At that time, the narrow corridor was silent.
The night outside the window is gentle and quiet, and the bright moon hangs in the air.
Be quiet for a moment.
Jiang Yuqiao laughed, his voice was hoarse and tired, "I have no idea," he licked his dry lips, and he said again, "I just suddenly understood something."
Fu Yuanhang turned his head sideways, "What?"
As if to untie some kind of shackles, Jiang Yuqiao leaned back, and there was a sourness of defeat in his smile, "I always thought that between me and Coco, Coco could not be separated from me.
"But I just found out today."
"I can't live without Coco."