Today, the Foolish Scum Gong Screwed Me Over Again

When Qiu Yanzhi woke up, he saw Dahuang sitting on the bay window with his back to him, not knowing what he was thinking. www.sto123.cc

Qiu Yanzhi rubbed his eyes and asked vaguely, "Da Huang, where did you go last night, I called you, why didn't you come out?"

Rhubarb turned to look at Qiu Yanzhi: "...I went out to play. Maybe the signal was not good. I didn't hear it. Did you call me last night?"

Qiu Yanzhi: "It's nothing."

Rhubarb turned his head and looked out the window again: "Yan Yan, don't you think this world is beautiful?"

Qiu Yanzhi put on his slippers and walked over. Today the weather is fine. The sky is intoxicating, with a few white clouds, and occasionally the plane glides over, leaving a long white (color) track in the air.

Qiu Yanzhi stretched his waist and said, "Well, it's beautiful."

Rhubarb: "Did you ever think... stay here forever."

Qiu Yanzhi glanced at him, turned to the bathroom to wash, and fell lazily.

"No matter how beautiful it is, it's fake."

Rhubarb slowly lowered his head, his mouth tightly squeezed.

Qiu Yanzhi shook his head while brushing his teeth.

What's wrong with rhubarb? Why suddenly became so sentimental?

He suddenly said what to keep forever.

He Qiu Yanzhi couldn’t stay even if he wanted to stay. He Hezhou couldn’t wait for him to leave.

He should leave as quickly as possible and give Hezhou a quiet life.

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But...I can still bother him before I leave.

Heh, he didn't harass He Zhou on purpose, because they are now serious cooperation (guanguan) department, he is now contacting He Zhou is trying to leave.

Thinking this way, Qiu Yanzhi called He Zhou: "He Zhou, have you found any new clues?"

He Zhou: "It seems a bit difficult. Liu Cheng should have been disguised. Now some people have been locked in focus. I will tell you if there is news."

Qiu Yanzhi nodded and said, "Are you working now? Did I bother you?"

He Zhou: "No, I have an appointment outside and I'm still waiting for him."

Qiu Yanzhi blinked: "Who did you meet this morning?"

He Zhou: "Meng Qikang."

Qiu Yanzhi was quiet for a while, and then said something.

He Zhou: "He is almost here, I will hang up the phone first."

Qiu Yanzhi: "...bye."

About a minute later, He Zhou received another message.

Qiu Yanzhi: "Where are you going to eat? Is it delicious? I am so hungry that I am too lazy to find a restaurant."

He Zhou lowered his head and smiled, then sent him a message.

"At the Tongshe teahouse, but there is nothing delicious here, you can go to the Yueminglou restaurant on Lingdong Road, which is close to your apartment and there is something you like."

"He Zhou, with whom are you chatting? So happy." Meng Qikang opened his chair and sat opposite him.

He Zhou smiled, buckled his phone on the desktop, and said, "With a partner."

He Zhou looked up at Meng Qikang and asked, "Brother Qi Kang, what are you doing with me today?"

Meng Qikang smiled softly and said, "Do I have to have something to ask you now?"

He Zhou pursed her lips: "I don't mean that."

"I'm going abroad." Meng Qikang said, "may not come back again."

He Zhou was a little surprised: "Don't you just come back not long after?"

Meng Qikang sighed: "I am suitable for the job abroad. The reason I came back is because... I remember the past, but I forget that the world is constantly changing, and I will not wait forever like I remember. Hold me."

After Meng Qikang finished speaking, he was silent for a while before slowly speaking: "He Zhou, I always think of the original thing now. I remember when I first met you, you were so young..."

Meng Qikang told He Zhou the original thing with a gentle voice.

He Zhou only listened quietly without saying a word.

He felt a little strange.

Meng Qikang was familiar and strange with those things he told. At first glance, it was like telling a story about an unrelated stranger. Only when he thought about it carefully, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have such a memory.

But it never looks real.

Even he made him unforgettable--

The night of the car accident and heavy downpour.

The driver screamed, and his parents hugged each other and died in front of him. The blood on his forehead fell on his eyelashes, making the world hazy and red.

At that time, Meng Qikang pulled him out of the car.

Meng Qikang still said: "You were already very tall at that time, I remember when I got you out of the car at that time, it took a lot of effort..."

But a small pair of hands suddenly flashed in He Zhou's mind.

That was the hand of a boy.

White and thin, but with endless strength, he pulled his arm desperately and pulled him out of the car window.

The blood on He Zhou's forehead dripped onto the boy's wrist, but he was soon fainted by the rain, and (blue) blood vessels on the boy's wrist were exposed.

He Zhou wanted to see the master with both hands, but suddenly felt his whole brain hurt. The extreme pain even caused him to have a tinnitus. Even if he held his ear tightly, he could hear the sharp sound. tweet.

Meng Qikang panicked: "He Zhou? What happened to He Zhou?"

"Snapped--"

He Zhou's arm accidentally tapped off the tea set in front of him, and the sound of broken porcelain rang in his ears.

The world finally became quiet.

He Zhou opened his eyes and saw Meng Qikang's worried face.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

He Zhou finally calmed down.

He beckoned the waiter to clean the tableware wreckage on the ground, and his tone was soft: "Qi Kang, how did you save me?"

Meng Qikang froze for a moment, and said: "...the car rolled over and the window was half open. I reached over and opened the door before I pulled you out."

He Zhou also remembered that Meng Qikang opened the door and pulled him out.

However, the picture he had just flashed in his mind was clearly a little boy dragging him out of the window.

"Maybe the moment that just flashed through his mind is just a small, insignificant bug."

He Zhou thought calmly.

"Are you still receiving psychotherapy?" Meng Qikang asked with a frown.

He Zhou shook his head and took a sip of tea: "No, I have recovered."

——From the moment he knew he was an npc.

Since the car accident in which he lost his parents but was rescued by Meng Qikang was just a bluntly implanted program with bugs, the nightmare brought to him by this car accident naturally dissipated like smoke.

"Then you just..."

"It's not a big deal, just a sudden headache."

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After chatting for a while, Meng Qikang asked, "You and that male student... that's how the one you met last time in the bar."

"We broke up." He Zhou said.

Meng Qikang was a little surprised: "Why? I thought you... are in love."

He Zhou suddenly smiled and said, "He doesn't love me, he just treats me as a substitute or..."

He paused and said, "Or in an online game, an npc that fits his aesthetic."

Meng Qikang felt that He Zhou's metaphor was strange.

He glanced at He Zhou and carefully tested: "Then, are you still with other people?"

He Zhou was quiet for a while, and then said, "I am not going to fall in love."

"……why?"

Because this is just a game world, he is just an npc.

Everything here is just data.

Even the time when he once "loved" Meng Qikang was just an established procedure.

It was okay when he knew nothing, and when he knew everything, how should he advise himself to fall in love with a bunch of data.

He will always be sober, will always be outside the world, and will always lose the ability to fall in love with someone.

at this time.

On the table not far away, a menu that didn't know when it was erected suddenly collapsed.

(Lu) came out of the face of a teenager.

The next second, the menu was hurriedly erected again, covering the man's face again.

He Zhou laughed suddenly.

He corrected.

No, it should have lost the ability to fall in love with others.

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Qiu Yanzhi clearly felt that he was perfect in hiding.

But it was still knocked on the desktop.

Qiu Yanzhi pretended not to hear.

As a result, the menu was taken away directly. He Zhou looked down at him and said, "Qiu Yanzhi, I have seen you long ago."

Qiu Yan saw that the matter had already been defeated (revealed), and he no longer covered up. He sat upright in the seat, stretched his head and glanced at the seat just now, and asked, "What about Meng Qikang?"

He Zhou said: "He is gone."

Qiu Yanzhi coughed twice and pre-emptively said: "He Zhou, I think you have become very unsatisfactory after you recently learned that you are an npc. How can this be done? What time is it now? Are you off work? When you eat, don’t think you’re an npc, the president’s design will not collapse, so you don’t work hard. You do this to make your employees think about you and think about you. Even if this is a game, you can’t surrender yourself. Keep working hard, only then can you..."

"Today is Saturday." He Zhou said.

Qiu Yanzhi: "..."

He Zhou sat across from Qiu Yanzhi: "What are you doing here?"

Qiu Yanzhi grabbed the menu in He Zhou's hands and pointed to the dishes above: "You pit me, you said there is no delicious food here. This teahouse obviously has special (color) dishes."

Qiu Yanzhi called in the waiter, pointed to the menu and said, "I want this tea-flavored teriyaki (meat rou)..."

Waiter: "Sorry, our tea siu braised (meat rou) is only available from noon. You can try our special (color) dishes, tea baozi."

Qiu Yanzhi: "...well, a cup of tea buns and a glass of cola."

The waiter was a little embarrassed: "We don't have cola here."

"Then a cup of (milk Nai) tea..." Qiu Yanzhi looked at the waiter's expression and frowned: "Isn't (milk Nai) tea?"

He turned his head down on the menu and turned over, reluctantly saying, "That's a cup of Pu'er tea."

He Zhou sighed, took Qiu Yanzhi's menu, and handed it to the waiter: "Sorry, this table is no longer needed. In addition, I will check out the table just now."

After He Zhou settled the account, he directly pulled Qiu Yan to the outside.

Qiu Yanzhi looked at He Zhou's hand on his wrist and didn't break away. He only looked up at him, mumbled and complained, "What do I do, I have ordered a good meal."

He Zhou turned to look at him and said, "Which one did you want to eat? Bun or tea?"

Qiu Yanzhi turned his face and whispered, "... It's not impossible not to eat it."

During the talk, the two had reached a branch of Yueminglou Restaurant.

Entering the shop, He Zhou loosened Qiu Yanzhi's wrist.

Qiu Yanzhi stared at his wrist for two seconds, then shook his arm uncomfortably.

He Zhou took a menu and handed him: "Look at what you want to eat."

Qiu Yanzhi sat down and turned over the menu.

Can't help but sigh: This is the real restaurant.

Qiu Yanzhi ordered three or four dishes at once, and suddenly realized what was happening. He asked, "He Zhou, did you just not eat?"

He Zhou shook his head: "I only drank some tea."

Qiu Yanzhi lowered his head and added a soup, and then sent the menu to the waiter. He bent his eyes and said happily, "That's all, I want another bottle of Coke!"

"Okay, sir."

When Qiu Yanzhi waited for the dish to come up, he bowed his head satisfactorily and drew coke. After drinking most of it, he raised his head: "He Zhou, you just...what are you talking about?"

He Zhou said: "He wants to go abroad and say goodbye to me."

"Go abroad?"

Qiu Yanzhi's face was immediately filled with joy, but he coughed twice again and suppressed the corners of his mouth again. He bowed his head and pretended to **** two Coke: "What does he do abroad, study or work?"

He Zhou said: "It should be an immigration, he said that he might not come back."

"Cough! Cough! Cough cough..." Qiu Yan was suddenly choked by Coke in his mouth, coughing for a long time before calming down.

Qiu Yanzhi wiped his mouth with a paper towel, clearly not happy in his heart, but still said hypocritically: "Cough...you say this person, how good our country is, we have to go abroad to do something..."

"Qiu Yanzhi."

He Zhou suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand, raised his head, and called his name.

Qiu Yanzhi looked at He Zhou, and somehow he blinked, and suddenly felt his heart beat faster: "... what's wrong?"

Then, Qiu Yanzhi saw He Zhou suddenly grabbed his left hand holding a tissue, pulled it in front of his eyes, and spread it out.

This hand has clean lines, white and long, and the pale blue (color) blood vessels on the wrist are clearly visible.

He frowned.

"Qiu Yanzhi, is your hand so beautiful?"

Qiu Yanzhi: "..."

Mr. He, are you so sick?