Mr. Lu is very ill

Chapter 49

The two haven't seen each other for more than 20 days since that parting, because Zhong Qing's company plans to shift its focus to the European and American markets, so he doesn't go to the company anymore, and directly works from home to hand over to the European and American regions.

Zhong Qing stayed at home every day, and Song Shi didn't dare to have much contact with Lu Xiao.

The young couple can only rely on WeChat to chat and tell each other how much they miss each other.

As the new year was approaching, a large number of people in the county returned. Song Shi and her family servants came out to buy new year's goods. Zhong Qing was not keen on this kind of thing, and would not follow. Song Shi was finally relieved to jump off the high-tension line.

When the servants were queuing up to check out, she slipped to the door of the supermarket and called Lu Xiao.

Soon the phone was answered there, as if he had just woken up, but his tone was a bit surprised: "Song Shi?"

"Well, you haven't woken up yet, have you?" Song Shimei frowned slightly.

Lu Xiao's slender hand bones brushed his hair, submerged in the sea of ​​black hair, his eye circles were a little red, obviously just woke up: "I drank too much yesterday."

"Drink again?"

"Well... I drank this once in the past 20 days..." The voice became weaker and weaker.

Song Shi pursed her mouth into a line, and said dryly: "That's not okay, drinking will hurt your health."

"Then you come back, no one cares about me except you."

Song Shi couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not Chinese New Year, I have to wait until the Chinese New Year is over before I can go back."

"Full year?"

"Then we have to wait until the Lantern Festival."

Song Shi hummed.

"Can't you come back sooner, I miss you..." He said in a slightly lower voice, not in a high mood, and Song Shi could feel his unhappiness.

Song Shi whispered: "I want to too, but I can't."

Lu Xiao lowered his eyes and complained a bit: "Then you should at least answer my phone once a day. Every time you call, you hang up. I almost thought you didn't want me."

She lowered her head and fingered the cracks between the stones on the ground: "My family is in a special situation."

Her vague attitude and answer made Lu Xiao somewhat uncomfortable. He said in a cold voice, "How special is it, so special that you can't even answer your classmates' phone calls?"

Classmates.

Unconsciously stabbed her heart twice.

She held onto the phone tightly, and the cyan veins on the joints were clearly visible, "Lu Xiao, my family is different from yours, so I hope you can understand me."

Lu Xiao was silent.

Obviously, this was the only phone call that lasted nearly a month, and the communication was not very pleasant. Neither of them wanted to quarrel, and fell into silence.

In the end, the servant of Song Shi's family came out, she said something hastily and hung up before ending the call.

In the next few days, the two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't chat anymore. Song Shi felt tired, and she was out of her mind when doing things, and went to the New Year's Eve in a daze.

The Spring Festival Gala arrived as scheduled.

Fireworks from the small county filled the entire city.

The night of carnival of the world.

Grandma is not feeling well, so she won't celebrate New Year's Eve. Zhong Qing is dealing with official business in the study, and she is the only one left in the huge living room, the lights are cold, and the table is full of food. I don't know why, but my eyes are so red and moist, but I can't cry.

Watching the laughter on TV, she pulled her lips stiffly and smiled, how ugly.

"Let's count down to the new year..."

"ten."

"Nine."

……

"three."

"two."

The phone rang suddenly, she was startled, and answered.

"one."

over the phone.

"Happy New Year." Four simple words, calm and steady.

Song Shi tried her best to restrain her complicated emotions, and said softly: "Happy New Year..." "I miss you, I miss you, Brother Xiao..." Her voice was so hoarse, her emotions were crushed.

"come out."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked through the window on the second floor to the gate at the door. The streetlights were long and narrow, and a handsome and cold boy was standing outside.

(End of this chapter)