President Ba’s Little Rose

The shadow can only see a faint outline, a black shadow covering the window, and the curtains under the moonlight appear white, making the shadow particularly lonely.

After a brief period of fear, Shen Xizhi quickly realized who this person was.

Qiao Zong.

She tiptoed forward, opened a slit in the curtain, and looked at the figure on the balcony.

Qiao leaned on the window sill, raised his head slightly, half of his face sideways, as if looking at the bright moon in the horizon. In his black pupils, a small crescent, a bright, white dot was reflected.

Looking at it from Shen Xizhi's perspective, I only felt that there was a thousand words in that eye that he wanted to tell.

In the half-clear moonlight, Qiao Zong was quiet, silent, and lonely.

It's not like the silly prodigal I saw last summer, or the man who carved tenderness and preciousness into his bones when we were together later.

Shen Xizhi felt sad for no reason.

In a certain corner of the heart, it seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, a secret pain.

In the past six months, she felt that she had put down Qiao Zong countless times, and when she saw Qiao Zong, she was able to act calmly.

She thought she really let go.

But at this moment she realized that consciousness is the most deceptive.

She didn't let go, but buried those hot and strong feelings in the deepest part of her heart, so deep that she didn't even notice it, so deep that everyone thought they didn't exist anymore.

However, she didn't actually let it go.

Once I saw Qiao Zong, once I got involved with him, the feelings buried deep in my heart flowed out uncontrollably.

Almost overwhelmed her.

What if Qiao Zong is dying? Qiao Zong loves her so much that she is almost irrational? Even though she was afraid of her madness, afraid of his persistence.

However, she couldn't lie to herself.

She loves him.

She really wanted to be with Qiao Zong. She wanted to be able to snuggle in Qiao Zong's arms as before, kiss his lips, sniff the fragrance of the medicine on his body, and want all women to know that Qiao Zong is famous.

In the quiet flowing time, Shen Xizhi thought a lot. She stared at the figure standing still not far away, her lips opened, but in the end she couldn't say a word.

She remembered it a long time ago.

Qiao asked her to marry her, and she said a lot of sad things that night, but Qiao Zong was not upset, he still tolerated her willfulness.

A man's self-esteem was trampled under her feet like that.

How love is it that Qiao Zong can bear with her again and again?

And how much did she do to hurt Qiao Zong because of her waywardness and know nothing, how many things did she say to hurt Qiao Zong?

He didn't live long.

Having given birth to such a beautiful skin bag, there should have been more people's love and pity.

But Shen Xizhi kept hurting him.

He had suffered a lot since he was a child, and he failed to become introverted and autistic. Instead, he grew into the cynical appearance when he first saw him. It is already extremely difficult.

Tears tumbled in Shen Xizhi's eye sockets, her nose was blocked, her throat choked, and the hand pulling the curtain was trembling slightly.

Joe beauty.

Can you...can you tolerate me one more time?

I promise that I will never hurt you again.

After looking sideways at the moon for a long time, Qiao Zong turned his head and moved his neck. As soon as he raised his eyes, he met the apricot eyes in the gap between the curtains.

He was slightly startled.

The moonlight was bright, and Shen Xizhi did not turn on the light in the room. It took a long time for her to go out to boil the water, and Qiao Zong happened to miss her time to go out.

He thought she was sleeping all the time.

The two of them looked at each other through the gap through a floor-to-ceiling window and a white curtain.

The tip of Shen Xizhi's nose almost touched the window, and a small white mist fainted on the glass window.

Being caught upright, Shen Xizhi was inexplicably guilty. She blinked, bit her lip, twisted the curtains with her fingers, and began to think about how to explain that she didn't peek at him on purpose.

But perhaps it was her illusion, she read the obvious fragility from Qiao Zong's eyes.

This fragility made her dare not even slick her head.

She put down the curtains in a jealous manner, opened the French windows with her fingers, and stepped out on slippers. The moonlight fell all over the floor. She was wearing a loose nightdress, which was just long enough to cover her knees. Her exposed calves were slim and straight, and her skin was shiny and moist.

Qiao looked down, the little girl's toes moved restlessly, and she stood awkwardly in front of him, confessing to her parents like a kid who had done something wrong.

Shen Xizhi said, "I was thirsty and there was no water in the room, so I went to the kitchen to boil water. When I came back, I saw a figure on the balcony. I didn't know it was you..."

The more she talked, the less confident she became.

The moment she saw the figure, she knew it was Qiao Zong.

Qiao Zong lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Yes."

Just one word.

Indifferent, yet reveals a subtle gentleness.

Shen Xizhi raised his head, staring at him with black and white apricot eyes. The man's cheeks were pale and his lips were not bloody, he had a delicate and fragile beauty.

"Qiao Zong, are you... uncomfortable?" Shen Xizhi asked hesitantly when he thought of Qiao Zong's illness.

She is caring about him.

There was a slight warmth in Qiao Zong's dark eyes, the corners of his lips curled up in a small arc, half of his body tilted slightly, naturally: "Yeah."

After getting a positive answer, Shen Xizhi didn't know what to do. Qiao is not feeling well, then?

She has no experience in caring for people, so she said blankly: "Then do you want to go to the hospital?"

Asking this sentence, even she herself spit on herself. Why can I only think of this sentence!

Qiao carefully observed her expression and smiled three-pointedly: "Did you just boil hot water?"

"Huh?" Shen Xizhi opened her mouth slightly, wondering why he asked this.

Qiao Zong gently pressed one hand on his abdomen, frowning between his eyebrows, "I was a little uncomfortable because I drank too much just now, Xi Zhi, please pour me a cup of hot water."

"Oh." Shen Xizhi responded, and turned to pour hot water.

When I was in college before, my roommates would complain about straight guys. The girlfriend said that he was sick, his aunt was in pain, and was unwell. The straight man’s answer was always "drink more hot water", as if a hot water package cures all diseases.

But now Qiao Zong is uncomfortable, why let her pour hot water...

Could it be that Qiao Zong is also a straight man?

Shen Xizhi found a glass. The hot water that had just been boiled hadn't cooled yet. She filled a glass full of water in the glass. The steam in the glass was steaming. Shen Xizhi put down the kettle and planned to serve the cup with her hand.

The fingertips were reflexively collected by the hot water.

"hiss--"

The water temperature was too high, and the skin on her fingertips was hot red. Shen Xizhi let out a sigh of relief, thinking about how Qiao Zong should drink it later?

When she drank the water just now, she waited for the water to cool down.

She turned back and walked back to the room.

Qiao Zong was still standing there quietly.

Shen Xizhi stood by the bed, a long distance away from him, and asked, "Why don't you go over and drink?"

Qiao raised his eyebrows.

"The cup is too hot to handle..." Shen Xizhi said awkwardly.

Qiao Zong's expression was stunned, and then a very shallow smile appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his lips were also not raised.

Shen Xizhi wanted to find a place to drill down.

She stretched out her hands for food and opened her mouth at home. She rarely does housework. She finally went abroad to be independent for half a year and learned some survival skills. As a result, she lost a big face in front of Qiao Zong...

Qiao Zong didn't say anything, he said "um" again and nodded.

Shen Xizhi felt that he was very silent, and he refused to say much to her. She pouted her mouth and her eyes fluttered around.

After hearing Qiao Zong's "hiss", Shen Xizhi looked over.

The man half-bended, clutched his abdomen, and pressed his lips tightly. A painful expression appeared on his face, and even his brows were twisted together tightly.

Shen Xizhi panicked suddenly, "Qiao Zong, what's the matter with you?"

She ran over, trying to stretch her hand to help. It was seen that Qiao Zong looked painful, but she didn't know how to start. How can this help! She dared not touch him.

As soon as she walked over, her feet stood firm, and Joe grabbed her wrist tightly. He was so strong that Shen Xizhi felt that his wrist was about to be broken by him.

Many blue veins floated on the back of Qiao Zong's hand, his five finger bones turned white with force, he gritted his teeth, intermittently: "The medicine is... on the bedside table..."

After speaking, he let go.

"Oh oh..." Shen Xizhi didn't react in her mind, so she took the medicine first.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of his room were open, and Shen Xizhi ran in and saw the medicine bottles piled on the bedside table at a glance.

There are many bottles.

Shen Xizhi's hands were full, she hurriedly placed these medicine bottles under Qiao Zong's eyelids, and asked him, "Which one?"

Qiao Zong opened his eyes, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He randomly grabbed several medicine bottles from Shen Xizhi's hands and unscrewed the lids forcefully.

He leaned his back against the wall, poured the medicine in his palm, raised his eyes and said to Shen Xizhi, "Water."

Shen Xizhi went to fetch water again in a panic.

It was not long before the time had passed, and the water was not cold, but Shen Xizhi didn't feel it hot. She held the glass with her hand and held it to Qiao Zong's lips.

Qiao Zong didn't drink it at first, but stuffed all the medicine into his mouth, then raised his head and took a sip of water.

Then, he fell to the ground, hunched and waited for the pain to ease.

Shen Xizhi held the glass and watched him curl up into a ball. The man who was usually beautiful was embarrassed and unbearable at this moment.

It was probably painful, and his shoulders were trembling.

Shen Xizhi's hand holding the glass also shook.

In the moonlight, Qiao Zong looked like a bereaved dog tortured by illness.

At this moment, she suddenly understood Qiao Zong.

He was tortured by illness all his life, and because he didn't want to be laughed at, he pretended to be indulgent. But he has never loved anyone, nor does he know how to love someone.

Shen Xizhi's eyes were sour, she didn't say anything.

She squatted down, put the cup on the ground, stretched out her hand, and rubbed Qiao Zong's head. The palm touched the sweat of one hand.

This is how painful.

Shen Xizhi retracted her hand, pressed her lips lightly, and stared at him. Five or six minutes have passed.

On this night, she had a panoramic view of Qiao Zong's illness and disability.

When Qiao Zong came over and his breath gradually stabilized, Shen Xizhi squatted on the ground, tilting his head halfway, and looked at his face.

Qiao raised his eyes vertically, and his long eyelashes drew an arc.

The two people looked at each other quietly.

After a long time, Qiao Zong laughed, as if relieved, and his tone returned to the way he had been in the air when he first saw him.

He said: "Look, I'm such a useless person. I may be able to hold you when I'm in good health, but most of the time, I feel so painful."

Shen Xizhi blinked.

She seemed to not understand him.

Qiao tilted his head and looked lazy, but with a three-point ridicule: "Shen Xizhi, what are you thinking about now?"

"What...?" Shen Xizhi was a little dazed.

Qiao Zong straightened his right leg, bent his left leg, and lit his left index finger on his knee without a moment. He looked lazy and casual, just like the dude who visited the Goulan Yard in ancient times.

He glanced at her, then closed his eyes, and said in a voice that was slow to death, "Everything in this world has a definite number. Some people are born healthy and some are sickly. People like me shouldn't wishful thinking."

Shen Xizhi's mouth moved, trying to say something, but his face was cold, so she couldn't say anything, but she felt extremely wronged in her heart.

Qiao Zong opened his eyes swiftly, and got up from the ground forcibly.

He stood, condescendingly looking down at Shen Xizhi.

"Shen Xizhi, don't contact me anymore." He smiled and said relievedly.

This sentence was inserted like a knife into Shen Xizhi's heart. Suddenly, her mind was empty.

Another thought came out inexplicably.

If Qiao Zong left this time.

In the future, they may never get results.