Lu Zhe admired Shen Qiao's memory, not remembering what should be remembered, not forgetting what should be forgotten.
"You just think I'm cursing you, but don't think I'm trying to persuade you to quit smoking?" He raised his hand helplessly and pressed his forehead, the end of his eyes upturned, all drawn with gentle arcs.
Shen Qiao snorted coldly, turned her eyes away, and looked at the pedestrians walking in front of her. Her tone returned to her usual condescending tone when she didn't want to deal with people: "I'm really sorry, you persuaded so tactfully, I really didn't expect the deeper Well-meaning."
The word "kindness" at the back was accentuated by him.
As soon as Lu Zhe heard it, he knew it was going to be bad. He wanted to coax him out of the conditioned reflex, but just as he stretched out his hand, Shen Qiao had already lifted his foot and walked out. His steps were fast and hastily, obviously trying to get rid of him.
He shook his head, quickly followed with his long legs, and asked in a low voice, "Don't go so fast, do you know the way?"
Shen Qiao just didn't want to pay attention to him for a while, but when he heard him say this again, he stopped abruptly, put his hands in his pockets, and asked with a cold smile:
"What? I don't even know how to eat?"
Lu Zhe: "..."
He lowered his head and replied with a sigh, "No, I'm not worthy."
Does someone who makes his future wife angry are eligible for dinner? No.
Lu Zhe asked himself in his mind, looked at the people passing by outside the hotel, and said weakly in a pleasing and negotiating tone: "Don't be angry, I was wrong."
Shen Qiao didn't say a word, just picked a restaurant that was pleasing to the eye and walked in. Obviously, he had lost interest in the restaurant that Lu Zhe said, and just planned to make a quick decision to fill his stomach and continue. Go back to playing games.
Lu Zhe touched his nose again, and did not dare to speak to him again. He followed silently and restrainedly. After sitting down, he handed Shen Qiao the menu, poured water, and removed the tableware, obediently like a little daughter-in-law.
…
"Jojo..."
After returning to the hotel and getting out of the elevator, Lu Zhe saw that there was no one to his left or right, so he went up and pulled Shen Qiao's arm. As a result, Shen Qiao easily avoided his movements, took out the room card, and prepared to go back to his room to take a shower. to train.
The door opens and turns again—
But Lu Zhe forcibly squeezed in.
Shen Qiao looked back at Lu Zhe, his eyes were ruthless and indifferent, but he did not have any lethal power to Lu Zhe's thick skin, and even this man continued to laugh at him shamelessly.
Seeing his smile now, Shen Qiao wanted to beat him up, but Lu Zhe seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, took two steps in his direction, and said in a low voice:
"Don't slap your face, there will be a game the day after tomorrow."
Shen Qiao: "..."
Seeing that he seemed to be a little more angry, Lu Zhe really had nothing to do, and tentatively proposed again: "Then... I'll kneel and let you beat me? I promise not to fight back."
Shen Qiao listened to his increasingly outrageous suggestions, and the evil fire in his heart became more intense. In the end, for some reason, he raised his hand and pulled Lu Zhe's collar, pulled the man over, and bit his lips.
He didn't hold back at all.
Lu Zhe took a painful breath, but a vague laughter overflowed from his throat. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Shen Qiao's back, patting him smoothly, as if comforting.
As a result, Shen Qiao heard his voice, and his strength was ruthless by three points.
Lu Zhe finally couldn't take it anymore, but instead of dodging, he took the initiative to meet him, only laughing and begging for mercy, words spilled out between his lips and teeth vaguely: "Take it... I really won't be able to see anyone in a while... hiss..."
The more he did not clean up like this, the more fierce Shen Qiao became, and even warned him viciously: "Shut up."
Lu Zhe's lower lip hurt badly, and he was about to restrain himself and stop provoking him when he suddenly tasted a faint smell of rust.
next moment-
Lu Zhefu moved the palm of Shen Qiao's back upwards, pressed it on the back of the opponent's head, his fingertips sank into the roots of his hair, and pressed the person in his direction, turning back the customer and taking the initiative back.
"Taste..." he whispered, "does it taste bad?"
Shen Qiao was caught by the perverted aura in his gentle invitation tone. He ignored it for a while, and he completely gained the upper hand. It looks like frost, good-looking and good-looking, but it gives people a cold and evil feeling.
…
At the end of the nonsense, Shen Qiao leaned against the bathroom door with her arms in her arms, watching Lu Zhe look in the mirror to see the bite marks on the corners of his lips. The thin lips that used to be peach blossoms in the past were even more red now. It seems that the petals are crushed and the juice is crushed, full of residual extravagance.
Lu Zhe caught a glimpse of the mockery in Shen Qiao's eyes from the mirror, pressed the corner of his lips to look back at him, the light next to the mirror flickered in his eyes, and asked him with a smile, "Would you like me to walk around the street later and show everyone Show off your masterpiece?"
Shen Qiao stood up straight and threatened him with a blank face: "You dare?" Lu Zhe was shameless and he wanted more.
After thinking for a while, he squeezed out another sentence between his teeth: "You brought it on yourself."
Lu Zhe supported the sink with one hand, and when he looked back, he saw that Shen Qiao had lost a lot of anger.
He ignored the wound on the corner of his lips, walked back to Shen Qiao's side, raised his hand to hug him, rested his chin on Shen Qiao's shoulder, tilted his head, and the slightly warm breath when speaking fell on the other side's neck:
"It is my fault."
"The tone of my message should be better at that time, so that I don't have to go back and find someone to borrow the number."
After all, it's not a glorious thing to show off when a message to an ex-boyfriend's live broadcast room is blocked.
What's more...
Thinking of his previous mood, Lu Zhe felt that he wanted to beat himself up.
At that time, he didn't know what Shen Qiao had gone through after he left, nor did he know that the other party had made such efforts to meet the two of them. .
After all, he had tried to type in the words "smoking is bad for your health" before, but he was undoubtedly ignored by Shen Qiao, so he could only do this in a creative way.
But that's not good.
Lu Zhe raised his head and met Shen Qiao's eyes at close range. There was no smile in his voice, but he was full of seriousness: "I'm sorry."
Shen Qiao was shocked by his overly serious apology, and moved his eyes uncomfortably, his face was full of "Since you apologize so sincerely, then I will be merciful and forget it", and it took a while to think of something. Lu Zhe pushed it away and spread out his palms:
"What about the number?"
Lu Zhe puzzled: "Huh?"
Shen Qiao didn't look at him, his tone pretended to be relaxed: "Give me the account id, I'll look through the blacklist later, and I can release it for you. Hurry up and leave the position to those who need it more."
Lu Zhe laughed for a while.
He used to raise his hand and take out his mobile phone, wanting to open the memo. After all, there were too many accounts he had borrowed, and too many accounts he had registered with his mobile phone number and other chat software. It's simply impossible to remember.
However, just after unlocking the screen, Lu Zhe suddenly changed his mind again, put the phone back in his pocket, held Shen Qiao's hand and kissed his lips, and answered with a smile: "Forget it, I forgot."
He said: "It doesn't matter, anyway, the blacklists are all trumpets, it doesn't matter."
Shen Qiao shook off his sticky movements, frowned and looked at his pocket, feeling that his answer on this matter was not right.
He looked at Lu Zhe with cold eyes, raised his eyebrows, and reminded him patiently:
"Are you sure you want to keep lying to me?"
Lu Zhe: "..."
Being stared at by Shen Qiao, the pain at the corners of his lips became vaguely more obvious, so he had no choice but to surrender, he took the initiative to hand over his mobile phone, opened the memo and approached him, and explained in a low voice, "It's just a black history..."
Shen Qiao first glanced at it and found that there were at least twenty numbers recorded on it. He admired Lu Zhe's speed in creating numbers.
Turning around and walking into the room, Shen Qiao went to find the laptop that he brought, and wanted to see if he could go to the blacklist in the background of the live broadcast room to operate it. Lu Zhe's account passwords had id notes in front of them.
When the laptop was turned on, Shen Qiao looked down at the IDs again, trying to find out if she knew anyone—
As a result, when he pulled to the end, his fingertips stopped moving.
"69370000? This number id... "
Lu Zhe's heart groaned, but he asked calmly, "What? Are you familiar with a string of numbers?"
Shen Qiao glanced at him, but logged into the live broadcast room, glanced at the reward list in the backstage, and was about to search down, but Lu Zhe raised his hand from behind and blocked his screen with his five fingers. .
"It's me, it's me, don't look for it."
"Why do you even remember the number that such a stingy person can only give you a hundred dollars a day?"
He sighed helplessly, and was once again confused by Shen Qiao's memory of Schrödinger. After all, Shen Qiao enrolled in a liberal arts class when he was studying, and his memory was so unbelievable that unless he closed his eyes and answered the questions, it would be difficult to count down.
However, Shen Qiao pursed her lips, pushed his hand away without saying a word, and searched down the list with hundreds of thousands of rewards. After finding hundreds of people all the way, she finally saw such an account with a total reward of 9,000 yuan.
He stared at the number for a long time before replying softly, "Don't be stingy."
…
That was when Shen Jinyi had just passed away.
Lu Chengzhen couldn't wait to welcome the new couple into the house. He was not in the mood for the unhappy couple, and he didn't know how to treat Lu Qianshuang. Find a hotel next door to stay.
Unsurprisingly, Lu Chengzhen didn't care about his departure, as if he never knew there was someone like him in the family. After all, Shen Jinyi's existence over the years was a kind of frustration for Lu Chengzhen. The son of blood was naturally forgotten by his choice.
Shen Qiao knew that even if he stayed cheeky, there would not be any good results. The matter between him and Lu Zhe was enough for him to be a thorn in Su Qiongpei's eyes.
It's just the difference between the Lu family telling him to go away and leaving voluntarily.
As for going back to school...
After thinking about his grades, Shen Qiao was sure that the college entrance examination meant little to him. Either he picked up his books again and went to a vocational school and worked hard to get a diploma that would not be of much use, or Even if he repeats with a shy face, maybe he has to work part-time to pay for his own tuition.
No matter how you think about it, it's all part-time work, and Shen Qiao feels that she might as well die early and give birth early.
He only reserved the most common single room for himself, and renewed the subscription for a month with a special room, and then went out to look for a job.
As a result, no matter the restaurant or the factory, as soon as he heard that he was a minor, he didn't want to cause trouble.
After two or three days of running without results, he could only try his luck at an Internet cafe, but who would have known that even Internet cafes were strictly controlled these days—the boss told him that this year, he was hit hard, and minors were not allowed to go out and surf the Internet.
Shen Qiao had to dig into those remote alleys, trying to find out if there was a place like a black Internet cafe, but finally found it.
At a young age, he learned to use cigarettes to deal with people, learned to be brothers with a bunch of social gangsters who had nothing to do, and learned to look at people's faces, just to be a game booster in that Internet cafe.
The daily training fee is 20 yuan, and he pays the boss 18 for the Internet access fee.
The remaining two dollars is not enough for him to eat, and he has to face extortion from some social brothers.
Naturally, Shen Qiao would not give a dime, after all, if he gave it again, he would really post it! Even if it was two dollars, it would still count as his income. He could change four steamed buns a day, and he could barely survive without eating. This had to be because the owner of the steamed bun shop had a conscience and put in less leavening agent.
Singles, group fights…
He went back to the hotel with a lot of money, and when he found that the accommodation fee was burning his wallet, the place where he lived was downgraded from five-star to three-star and then to an ordinary hotel. In the middle of the night, he could even hear the next door cough clearly. Chu's.
After another half month, he got to know the owner of the Internet cafe well, and he was able to spend the least amount of money on the Internet cafe.
During this period, he broke his mobile phone because of a fight with social buddies, scrapped thousands of clothes, and in the end even a five-digit watch was almost taken away. Lying coldly in the bank card.
…
In order to prevent himself from starving to death one day, Shen Qiao learned to do live broadcasts in addition to boosting, and used all the time he could use.
It was very difficult to make money in the beginning of the live broadcast, and he was not used to talking during the live broadcast, nor did he turn on the camera, and his popularity did not reach triple digits even after half a month, and some people still saw his skills as good. , appreciative attention.
Later, the owner of the Internet cafe saw that he was really miserable. He leaned on his chair and shook his head and asked:
"Want to make money? Turn on the camera if you want to make money."
Shen Qiao asked him contemptuously, "Does my face look better than my skills?"
The boss nodded: "For some fans who don't understand the game - yes, your face looks better than your skills."
Shen Qiao: "...But am I not a game anchor?"
The boss patted the back of his chair earnestly: "You should be glad that you are a game streamer, so you are the best-looking streamer who plays games, and the best-looking ones are the best at playing games."
Shen Qiao: "..."
He responded reflexively: "I'm not the best looking."
For no reason, he suddenly thought of Lu Zhe, if that guy came to do the live broadcast, maybe he would turn on the camera and have half a year's salary...
He stared blankly at the screen, feeling a sudden miss in the smoke-filled, strange-smelling Internet cafe filled with all kinds of scolding.
The heart was sour and astringent, as if someone had poured a large glass of lemon juice into it, and it shook. The limbs and bones were all that feeling, and every cell was screaming sour.
"Xingxingxing, you are not the prettiest, you are the most handsome!" The boss didn't know what he was thinking, and walked away with a cigarette in his mouth.
Shen Qiao came back to his senses, watched the live broadcast room for a long time, and turned on the camera suspiciously, and that was the first day that his live broadcast room traffic reached four figures for the first time.
It was also the first time he received a reward.
Some people threw six dollars, some people threw system gifts, and the barrage began to liven up, but most of the problems were—
[Is there a partner for little brother? If not, would you mind considering me? Would you mind having one more if you have one?]
[Just look at you, no matter if you are a, b or o, I can!]
[Can I download lol now and become as handsome as you?]
[Simpler! Say it! How much do you tip for personal contact?]
Shen Qiao glanced at the smoky barrage and couldn't help frowning: "Don't add friends."
talk down...
Donations stopped, not even free gifts.
The world is so real.
Shen Qiao's complexion changed, the bottom line was shaky, and in the end, he continued to play games.
Then the next night, he saw this account who threw 100 yuan as a reward in his live broadcast room.
He said the words of thanks unfamiliarly: "Thank you for the deep water of '69370000'—"
At the end, the voice weakened by two points, and added: "Do you want an administrator?"
Because this id is currently the most rewarded, it is placed high on the reward list in Shen Qiao's live broadcast room.
As a result, he waited and waited, but did not wait for this person's reply.
Shen Qiao was arrogant and didn't know what style of anchor the rich big man liked, so he simply continued the game.
As a result, every day after that, the id will appear at night, and then he will leave after losing the reward, like a special gift.
... That month, it was the first time that Shen Qiao took a share of 600 yuan on the live broadcast platform, plus the basic salary of 800 yuan, minus the rent of 300 yuan for the boss, and the remaining 1,110 yuan, he was not unable to make ends meet.
This id persisted until Shen Qiao was signed by the youth training team. It was as sudden as when he came, and disappeared without a trace, but he always remembered it.
…
Lu Zhe touched his head from behind and said in a low voice, "I was in the northwest at that time, and my mobile phone was an old man's phone that couldn't even connect to the Internet, or my classmates sent me a text message and told me that I saw you on the live broadcast. things…”
Su Qiongpei was determined to cut off his connection with Shen Qiao, for fear that their old relationship would rekindle.
Even the pocket money was given to her fellow villagers over there, and asked them to send Lu Zhe 100 yuan in cash a day. This pocket money is not a small amount, and it can even make him live quite well. Have the opportunity to buy myself a new phone.
But he didn't save until that day.
Ever since he heard about Shen Qiao's live broadcast, he found the richest classmate in the class that day, gave out 100 cash, and asked others to go to the live broadcast room for a reward. It was the end of the month, and he had all he had left before. 200, and you can occasionally add a meal in the cafeteria, and the days are nourishing.
He didn't know about Shen Jinyi's death at the time, and he didn't know if Shen Qiao wanted to be with him again, so he just asked his classmates and said nothing else. Just support it, just this time.
As a result, the classmates told him: "Hey? Do you want to add him as a friend? My current account is the biggest boss in his live broadcast room! I think maybe you can try it!"
"One hundred yuan for the big boss?" Lu Zhe was a little stunned.
"It's like this for newcomers." His classmates were not surprised.
Lu Zhe thought for a while, and then asked, "Does anyone else reward him as a friend?"
"It doesn't seem to be added... But I didn't ask. After all, I still have to see my beautiful anchor! You know, hehe."
Lu Zhe nodded: "It's okay, maybe he doesn't want to know it's me, that's all, thank you."
He was still angry at the time.
It was Shen Qiao who broke up with him first, and then the two of them were separated by the family for the second time. Even though he and his mother emphasized countless times, he was not so humble that he was dumped and then posted it again.
But Su Qiongpei was still worried.
So even though his old relationship was unforgettable, he still didn't take the initiative to contact him when he remembered his promise to Su Qiongpei.
Until his classmate said to him the next day: "Hey, is your friend having a bad time at home? I watched his live broadcast before going to bed last night, and it was still at three o'clock. Today I was woken up by the alarm clock. Guess what? He stayed up all night! Too hard!"
"The anchor is really hard to get along... I'm going to give my goddess a little more money!"
Lu Zhe was startled: "It should... Impossible?"
The classmate shrugged and stopped talking to him about it.
Until that night, Lu Zhe routinely answered the phone call from home. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but test Su Qiongpei whether something happened at home recently.
Su Qiongpei hesitated, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and showed off, "That woman is finally dead..."
Lu Zhe asked subconsciously, "What about Shen Qiao?"
Su Qiongpei's tone changed immediately: "Why are you asking this? Do you still miss him?"
After thinking about it, she said again: "It's useless for you to think about it, the child is gone, we don't care where he goes - but Xiaozhe, don't do stupid things, if you delay the college entrance examination, mother will go crazy Yes, be nice, okay? Mom begs you, didn't you promise me that I wouldn't go to him again?"
Lu Zhe sneered in return: "How do I find it? You ask the neighbors to monitor my whereabouts every day, and ask the head teacher to report to you whether I have gone to school or not. If you don't pull the internet cable in the house, you will send me to jail, but I think Go find it, am I rich? Can I run away?"
He hangs up.
Then sat in the house for an hour, mainly struggling with thoughts.
In the end, he sighed again and again, still worried that Shen Qiao had no money to use, so he called the classmate at night and asked him to throw another hundred yuan, and he would call him the money tomorrow.
The classmate asked him again if he wanted to leave a message on the screen
Lu Zhe: "No way..."
What if Shen Qiao found out? Is it a coward who knows he can't leave? Or will he laugh at his self-indulgence
It went on like this day after day, until his classmate said to him, "The college entrance examination is coming. My mother has confiscated my account. I'll give you the account and password of my account. Another day, you can go to the live broadcast room to make a reward."
Lu Zhe was stunned. When he took the account and password note, he pursed his lips and didn't say that his mobile phone couldn't access the Internet.
Then his classmate added another sentence: "Hey, but I heard that he seems to have signed a youth training team. After he wants to play professionally, he probably won't be short of money again."
Lu Zhe lowered his eyes, "Really?"
"That's it," he said.
…
Later, only after Lu Zhe played in the professional game did he hear people talking about Shen Qiao's past, and then he knew that Shen Qiao had not been doing well without the Lu family.
He couldn't help but regret a little: if he had known earlier...
pity.
They were all too weak at that time, and he insisted too much on his unwarranted face.
Lu Zhe sighed softly, buried his head in the back of Shen Qiao's neck, smelled his cool pheromone smell, and there was a rare embarrassment in his tone:
"At that time, I didn't know the live broadcast platform to give you 28 points. When I thought that I lost 3,000 every month, you didn't know how much you got in the end..." I wish I could travel back in time and beat that awkward self meal.
Shen Qiao lowered her head and didn't look at the screen anymore, she just replied softly, "Enough is enough."
Six hundred is enough, really.
He asked again, "Why do you think this is black history?"
Lu Zhe said with a smile: "Compared to the 100,000-200,000 rewards in your live broadcast room, putting my 9,000 here is like a public execution... I have already thought about the title, #Shock! DG team is so stingy! Lu Zhe Zhuiyi's anchor reward is less than 10,000 yuan!#"
Smiling and laughing, he whispered in Shen Qiao's ear again: "I'm sorry, Qiao Qiao, I should have come back sooner." Come back to you sooner.
Shen Qiao clasped his neck with his backhand, tilted his head, smelled Lu Zhe's body, tried his best to control the enthusiasm in his eyes, and answered after a long time:
"It's not black history." The icing on the cake now is never as good as Lu Zhe's help at that time.
"Don't apologize either," he said.
"You have always appeared very timely." Sooner or later, it happened to come into my life and light up my world.
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Don't cry, Jojo! I give you my chocolate! Here! (raises claws)