President Ba’s Little Rose

In the past six months, she occasionally thought of Qiao Zong.

It's like thinking of an insignificant friend, and like missing the scenery of my hometown.

Without any emotions, it is only a rare occasion that will pull a lot of pain in the bottom of my heart.

She would think, if she didn't go to Sanya during the summer vacation and didn't meet him, what would it be like now? Or if Qiao doesn't like her, there will be no beginning between them. Without the beginning, there will be no missing countless nights later.

In half a year, Qiao Zong's appearance has not changed much, on the contrary, because of the time's carving, he has added a more mature charm, which looks calm by three points.

Until Qiao Zong continued to say, "What do you stare at me? I got a fever and burned my brain?"

His tone was full of jokes, and his voice was a little bit of a smile, as if he was just caring about an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Shen Xizhi's legs curled up under the quilt, she buried her face under the pillow, her voice was vague, and she did not follow Qiao Zong's words, "Um."

"The fever is gone." Qiao Zong leaned forward, touching her forehead with his palm, "Does it feel better?"

Under the thorn-white light of the hospital, his face was so handsome that it was not like a mortal, the fascinating rose that he pinned to his chest.

A thin layer of tears fainted in Shen Xizhi's eyes, and there was a trace of afterimages when she looked at things, and the rose seemed to be bloodied in her eyes.

"Much better." She shook her head and asked: "Why are you here?"

Her face was pale, but her cheeks were flushed. The voice is also like a gossamer, with a slight dumbness.

Qiao Zong said: "I said I came to you, do you believe it?"

Came to her?

Shen Xizhi was stunned.

Looking at the man's dark eyes, a dry corner of her heart seemed to have been poured into warm water, slightly moist, but somewhat at a loss.

She kept her eyes open, she was about to say she didn't believe it.

Qiao Zong laughed. He said, "I'm lying to you. Something is coming here, so your brother asked me to stop by and see you."

It turned out to be translated by Shen Qing.

Shen Xizhi's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't speak.

"Your brother is very busy at work, and he is worried that you will have a bad time here." Qiao Zong downplayed.

Shen Xizhi was bored: "Oh."

"How are you doing here?" Qiao Zong asked.

He asked her as an older brother.

Between the words, all this meeting is attributed to Shen Qing's translation.

Shen Xizhi slowly sat up from the bed, holding her hands behind her, supporting her body, and tilted her head to look at Qiao Zong.

Her dark hair hangs down, half of her face is covered, and her apricot eyes are black. The patient gown was wrapped in a slender body, and when he tilted his head, it showed a bit of agility.

Qiao Zong just smiled faintly, like a generous brother.

Shen Xizhi said in a low voice, "A good time."

Four simple words.

There is not even more than one rhetoric.

Qiao Zong's brows frowned imperceptibly. He wanted to ask something, but to such a Shen Xizhi, he couldn't ask.

It seems wrong to say anything.

The girl treated him indifferently and guarded, and refused to say a word to him.

Just thinking about it, Shen Xizhi covered her mouth and coughed a little.

This cough sounded like pressing a switch. Qiao stood up and poured her a cup of hot water. He held the transparent glass with both hands, and the heat gushed from the mouth of the glass, and passed it to Shen Xizhi. .

"Come on, soak your throat with a glass of water," Qiao Zong said.

He held the wall of the cup with jade-like fingers, and the transparent glass lined his hands with a particularly seductive look. It's just that there is no blood on the fingertips.

Shen Xizhi took the water glass and took a sip of water from the edge of the glass, "Thank you."

After drinking the water, she was about to put the cup on the small cupboard beside the bed, but Qiao Zong took it first and helped her put it away.

Shen Xizhi continued to lie back on the bed.

The quilt covers all the places below her neck, and the inside of the quilt is warm and feels safe. This sense of security made her unable to give birth to the kind of fear she felt half a year ago even when she faced Qiao Zong.

She ignored Qiao Zong, closed her eyes and went to sleep without saying a word.

She knew it was impolite, but it was Qiao Zong, but nothing seemed wrong. After all, Qiao Zong is her ex-boyfriend.

Shen Xizhi tried to ignore the people around her. Gradually, sleepiness struck, and she really fell asleep like this.

The protagonist in the dream is still Qiao Zong.

Sometimes liking someone is really unreasonable. Just because she met Qiao Zong on the streets of Sanya during the summer vacation of her senior year in high school.

And that evening, his figure was very beautiful, and her heart was pounding because of his beauty.

At that glance, she fell in love with him.

And all the following things just got deeper and deeper.

She was willing to accompany him even knowing that Qiao Zong would die.

But her feelings also have a bottom line.

She couldn't accept that Qiao Zong wanted to tell her to die.

Isn't it selfless to love someone? If Qiao Zong loves her, he should be willing to tell her to live well, but how can he be willing to tell her to die?

Qiao Zong's love for her has been distorted, it is not what she wants at all.

Now I see Qiao Zong again.

In fact, it is not without the familiar and heart-warming feeling. The person you liked at first sight, even if you forget it later, but as long as you look at it again, it will still be as uncomfortable as it was when you first saw it.

In the middle of the night, Shen Xizhi wanted to go to the bathroom. He woke up hazily from his dream, opened the quilt, and spontaneously looked for slippers with his feet. The moment he stepped on the slippers, his fingers rubbed his eyes.

Suddenly she moved for a while.

etc.

Who did she just see in her dream?

Joe... vertical?

Qiao Zong? !

Shen Xizhi slowly raised his eyes and looked at the chair beside the hospital bed.

The chair was empty.

There is no Qiao Zong.

She exhaled and got up from the bed to go to the bathroom. After washing his hands and coming out of the bathroom, Shen Xizhi was a little awake. On the road from the bathroom to the bed, Shen Xizhi glanced on the chair.

This look was inexplicable, and she didn't know why she had to look at it. Even at the moment of looking at the past, there was a little, faint hope in his heart.

It feels indescribable.

But when I saw the empty chair, the initial feeling of relaxation disappeared, and replaced by a very faint disappointment slowly rising from the bottom of my heart.

It was like a big rock fell to the ground, but at first the rope on which the big rock was hung was used to its weight, and it was ready to hang all the time.

But at this moment, the stone was gone.

For her, it was - Qiao Zong was gone.

Shen Xizhi straightened her lips and threw herself into the hospital bed.

She covered her face with her hands, and did not move for a long, long time. A transparent liquid slipped out between her fingers, with a warm touch.

What is she saddening about?

She and Qiao Zong have no relationship long ago, have they?

Could it be that Qiao Zong can still be asked to treat her like before?

She understands the truth.

But, in a corner of my heart.

It's sour and astringent.

Shen Xizhi went through the discharge procedures the next morning, and Qiao Zong had already paid her the medical expenses.

This hospital is not far from her home. Shen Xizhi bought a breakfast in the western restaurant, and then went home slowly.

The phone rang on the road, Shen Qing translated the phone.

Shen Xizhi: "Hello?"

Shen Qingyi, who only called her for half a year, was cold-hearted: "I heard you were hospitalized?"

"Well, what's the matter?" Shen Xizhi touched his nose after getting used to his indifference, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Shen Qingyi seemed to think for a while, and paused for a while: "Qiao Zong has gone over there. I asked him to see you. Have you seen him?"

"..." Shen Xizhi said, "I saw it."

Shen Qing translated: "Then I'll hang up."

"……Oh."

After finishing speaking, Shen Qing hung up the phone.

Shen Xizhi stared at the black screen of the phone for five seconds, took a breath, and put the phone back in his pocket.

Shen Qingyi, who hung up on the other end, sent a message to Qiao Zong: [I told her clearly. 】

Qiao Zong did not reply.

Shen Qingyi wondered, what is going on with Qiao Zong? Obviously he didn't tell himself about going to country M at all. But at this time, he was asked to lie to Shen Xizhi.

Qiao Zong, shouldn't he...

Still obsessed with Shen Xizhi, right?

For the next week, Shen Xizhi did not see Qiao Zong.

The brief communication that night was illusory like Shen Xizhi's dream. But Qiao Zong in the dream was so real, and Shen Xizhi still remembered the appearance of the rose pinned to his chest.

Qiao Zong once said that she was the first rose in his life.

so……

He pinned roses on his chest. Is it related to her?

Before Shen Xizhi could think about it, the final exam was about to come. The overseas schoolwork is more onerous than the domestic one. At the end of the term, she has almost no rest time, and she spends most of the time in the library study room.

Occasionally, I also go to the small park to gather wind and paint some of the scenery I see.

On this day, Shen Xizhi was holding a professional book with "the key point and the thickness of a brick" behind her back in the library.

She has a habit of memorizing books, and she will take a few steps while muttering silently in her mouth.

An envelope in kraft paper appeared on the professional book that was spread out in the arms, and the envelope was sealed with a pink love pattern.

Shen Xizhi raised her eyes.

A young man with black hair and black eyes like her smiled shyly. He spoke Chinese: "Miss Shen, please accept this letter."

Shen Xizhi hesitated: "This is—?"

She often receives love letters, so it is not difficult to guess what it is.

The young man blushed: "I wish you success in your final exam."

After speaking, the young man turned and ran away. The speed is so fast that the back figure can almost see the afterimage.

It just so happened that when it was time for dinner, Shen Xizhi put the letter between the pages of the book and went to the canteen with the book in her arms.

After grabbing lunch, Shen Xizhi sat on a chair in the canteen, spread the book on her hand, and read professional books while eating.

There is so much knowledge of architecture that she has to use all her lunch time.

The letter paper fell off when I turned the book.

Shen Xizhi didn't pay attention. When she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye, there was something in her mouth. She subconsciously wanted to bend down to pick it up, but unexpectedly someone was a step faster than her.

The man pinched the corner of the letter with his index finger and thumb, picked it up from the ground, held it between his fingers, and handed it to her.

The hand is slender with five fingers, distinct joints, and looks very tight.

Shen Xizhi moved his gaze upwards, and the owner of that hand folded the shirt cuffs around his wrists, both neatly and casually.

And most importantly-this hand is very familiar.

Shen Xizhi's breathing paused.

Until the man said in a mocking voice: "A love letter again?"

Shen Xizhi closed her eyes

... Qiao Zong.

This ex boyfriend.

Really, the ghost is still there.