Still the same

Although Shu Le was already prepared for Qi Siqiao's departure, when she saw the news that Li Wen said that Xiao Wang would bring Qi Siqiao back to the capital tomorrow, she couldn't help being greatly shocked in her heart.

How reluctant is it? Only Shu Le knows.

But Shu Le still only replied: [Okay. 】

Her weekend is only a little more than one day, and she will go back to school tomorrow night, so even if Qi Siqiao stayed, Shu Le didn't have much time to spend with her.

She returned to the chat interface with Qingqing, and comforted: [That proves that the medicine has been prescribed, and it will get better soon. 】

Yes, it will definitely get better soon, and leave her soon.

Gently reply in seconds: [Every time I see the news of Xiao Qiao’s illness, I feel sad, 77, do you remember? At the end of 14, she was filming and went to the hospital because of illness. She plays big names and doesn't make movies...]

Why don’t you remember? At that time, Qi Siqiao’s foothold in the entertainment industry was not yet established, and his fan base was not as large as it is now. He was hacked for “playing big names” and received a lot of abuse and slander from netizens.

Shu Le picked up the spoon to stir the porridge again, blinked his sour eyes, and typed with one hand to reply: 【Remember. 】

And Shu Le can only rely on watching Qi Siqiao's news on the Internet to find out what happened to her.

Although those are only on the surface, the private ones are not clear.

After chatting with Qingqing for a while, Shu Le touched the bowl with the back of his hand, and felt that it was not so hot, so he put down the phone first.

She stood up, walked lightly to the sofa, and gently pulled another soft stool over to sit on.

Qi Siqiao had already fallen asleep, her crystal clear deer eyes were now covered by eyelids, probably because of a stuffy nose, so her dry lips were slightly parted.

His brows were no longer furrowed, and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

Shu Le bit her lip and thought about it, and decided not to call her for now, let her continue to sleep, and call for food again after waking up.

Just treat her as selfish, and don't want Qi Siqiao to know about her going back tomorrow.

Maybe she doesn't need to talk about it, it's not that Qi Siqiao doesn't have a mobile phone, it's impossible for Li Wen not to send her a message.

For Li Wen, the agent, Shu Le admires her ability from the bottom of her heart. As a person, Shu Le doesn't have much contact with her, but "Mother of Electricity" really can't be just a title.

When we first met before, Li Wen could still talk about making more friends, and even later advertised to Shu Le for her own shop, saying that she could buy tea, but now such a cold and alienated tone is also unreasonable. As Shule expected.

Li Wen is a professional manager, she must have a certain sense of responsibility, this is not two-faced or three-faced or denial, this is a matter of fact.

She has a good relationship with Qi Siqiao, but they are also colleagues, she must be objective and rational enough, not too emotional, otherwise it will hinder Qi Siqiao's development, so she will question Shu Le, It doesn't matter if Shu Le is the person Qi Siqiao still likes.

She lives here with Shu Le and has to be taken care of by Shu Le. As a result, Qi Siqiao fell ill, and Li Wen, as a manager, doesn't know her artist's physical condition, so it's normal to have a bad tone towards Shu Le.

The tone was normal, and there was nothing wrong with the content. Shu Le didn't feel uncomfortable.

She was just sad, and also sad.

Shu Le sighed, stood up and sat on the single sofa beside him, rubbing the corners of his eyes quite tiredly.

How will we say goodbye this time?

The first two times I watched her leave at the airport, so what about this time? Did you watch Qi Siqiao get into the car? And... when will we meet next time? Will they continue to meet?

Many, many questions popped up in Shu Le's mind, as if they were going to blow her head off.

When we didn't meet, I didn't think so much. On the contrary, when I met, my mind was full of one question after another.

Qi Siqiao fell into a deep sleep this time, sleeping from one o'clock to six o'clock in the afternoon.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and the world outside the window fell into silence.The lights in the living room were not fully turned on, the dim light shone everywhere, the TV screen was black, and the water in the water glass on the coffee table did not shake.

very quiet.

Although I didn't take medicine, I felt much better after sleeping again, but my head still felt a little groggy.

Qi Siqiao sat up with his hands on his sides, half-opened his eyes and looked around.

no one.

She didn't change her pajama clothes to sleep, and the quilt was a little tight and thick, so that now there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Qi Siqiao's lips were dry, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it, then leaned forward and took a glass to drink.

The water was lukewarm and just the right temperature.

She drank until she was satisfied, and her throat felt much better. Holding the cup in her hand, she called out to the silent living room: "Shu Le."

No one answered.

Qi Siqiao coughed, raised his voice again, and shouted: "Shu Le."

Still no answer.

Just like in the past few years, every time she was alone, she couldn't get a response when she called Shu Le's name.

Qi Siqiao's eyes turned red, if it wasn't for the fact that she knew that the location she was in was actually Shule's place, otherwise she would feel that she was in a dream again.

She put down the water glass, flipped through the quilt, and found her mobile phone.

She closed her eyes, and after adapting to the brightness of the phone, she flipped through the address book and called Shu Le.

The contacts in the address book are grouped according to their initials. For the convenience of seeing Shu Le at a glance, Qi Siqiao specially added an "a" in front of "Shu Shu", so that she can open the contacts and see Shu Le up.

It's a habit I've had in the past, and it hasn't changed until now.

After the phone beeped for a few seconds, Shu Le connected.

"Where are you..." Qi Siqiao sniffed and asked, she couldn't help feeling sad and lonely.

The feeling of waking up to find that Shu Le is not around is really... terrible.

It was like this at noon yesterday, it was like this this morning, and it is still like this now. When I woke up, Shu Le was not there.

Shu Le was in the car, and she heard that she said: "I should be there in 10 minutes, are you feeling better?"

Qi Siqiao didn't answer this question, she bent her knees, put her chin on it, wiped away her tears carelessly, then coughed again, and said, "Come back soon."

"Ah."

Sure enough, after about 10 minutes, Shu Le came back.

Qi Siqiao was hugging her knees, her eyes were closed, her hair was loose, she opened her eyes only when she heard the sound of the door opening, and turned her head slightly to look at the door.

Shu Le came in wearing slippers, she carried two bags in her hand, first put them down on the tea table, and then approached Qi Siqiao.

She moved her hand slightly by her side, wanting to reach out and touch Qi Siqiao's forehead, but she gave up the idea, looked at Qi Siqiao from high to low and explained: "Xinning said that there is something on the North Street." There is a porridge shop that has delicious porridge, so I’m going to buy this.”

"You turn on the lights brighter." Qi Siqiao said in a muffled voice.

"it is good."

Shu Le turned back from the entrance, then untied the bag, and took out four lunch boxes containing porridge.

"This is red bean barley porridge."

"This is preserved egg and lean pork porridge."

"This is pumpkin porridge."

"This is white rice porridge."

Shu Le opened them one by one, looked at Qi Siqiao who was still a little weak, smiled slightly and said: "I was afraid that buying one serving would not suit your appetite, so I bought four servings, and I asked the boss to reduce the portion. Take the medicine, and then..."

Qi Siqiao stared straight at her, interrupted her, and asked: "Have you forgotten what porridge I like to eat?"

After a couple breaks up, there is actually no express rule that they have to remember each other's preferences, is there? Qi Siqiao's question is a bit overbearing.

Shu Le: "...white rice porridge." When Qi Siqiao was sick, she really had no appetite, and white rice porridge was the most acceptable to her.

She picked up Qi Siqiao's glass and stood up, saying: "I'll get you a glass of water."

"Shu Le."

Shu Le turned around, looked into Qi Siqiao's eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "What's wrong?"

Qi Siqiao shook her head slowly, she just wanted to call Shu Le by name to see if anyone would respond.

She felt that the room must be stuffy, so she lifted the quilt and stood up, walked to the bay window, and opened it wider.

Shu Le was pouring water, and couldn't help but frowned watching her blowing the wind: "Don't blow the wind, or the cold will get worse."

Qi Siqiao moved back to the sofa and rubbed his temples.

Shu Le poured water for her, put the water glass on the tea table, took a bowl from the kitchen, and poured some white porridge for Qi Siqiao into it.

Shu Le pulled the soft stool and sat down, wiped the water on her hands with a piece of toilet paper, and pretended to mention it casually: "Your manager sent me a message, saying that you are going back tomorrow morning."

Shu Le talked about the news pretending to be relaxed. Even though he had been mentally preparing for the whole afternoon, when the reality came, he still felt that his mental quality was not enough.

Shu Le has always felt that there are two types of people.

One is the one who knows that he is greedy, and the other is the one who does not know that he is greedy. The former is suffering, and the latter is at ease.

And Shule was the one suffering.

If people, if the appearance on the outside can be transformed into the real appearance in the heart, wouldn't the mood be much better?

At least you won't be sad in your heart, but you will maintain a faint smile on your face.

Qi Siqiao moved forward, took the spoon in Shu Le's hand and stirred the rice porridge by himself.

Shu Le asked: "When will Xiao Wang pick you up tomorrow? Has the time been set?"

Qi Siqiao raised his eyes and spit out two words: "Noisy."

"..."

Shu Le shut her mouth in a timely manner, and took another cup to make herself a cup of tea.

"Did you buy this tea from Wenwen's?" Qi Siqiao asked while drinking the porridge, looking at the steaming tea.

Her voice was not as hoarse as before, but only slightly better.

"Ah."

You can't make a lot of tea at a time, and Shule can't drink it a few times a week. You didn't buy much at the time, so you haven't finished it yet.

"Drink less at night, or you won't be able to sleep."

"Ah."

Qi Siqiao looked down at the porridge in the bowl, each grain of plump rice glistened with crystal light.

"I..." Qi Siqiao pinned his hair behind his ears, looked at Shu Le, and asked, "My new drama No. [-] is starting, did I tell you?"

"Have."

"Did I tell you when I went back?"

"No." Shu Le picked up the teacup and wanted to take a sip of tea to relieve her nervousness. She didn't know why she suddenly became nervous, but the tea was boiling hot, and the glass teacup was not strong enough to insulate heat. She touched it The teacup was so hot that he withdrew his hand.

"Did I forget to say that?" Qi Siqiao blinked innocently, "I'll be back on the 31st."

On the 31st, doesn't that mean there are... three more days?

"I've caught a cold and become so weak. If I can still go back to the capital by car for six hours, it will cost me half my life if I don't die. Of course, Wenwen didn't agree. She asked me to stay and wait for my illness to improve." Walk."

Shu Le lowered his eyebrows, suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise, and said deliberately: "But it will be much better after taking the medicine."

The implication is then you can leave tomorrow.

After saying this, Shu Le wanted to give himself a big mouthful, what nonsense did he say!

Qi Siqiao almost rolled her eyes, she was really annoyed by Shu Le's awkward temper.

If one day it became popular because of swearing, it must have been discovered while playing a game, or overheard while talking to Shu Le.

"What the hell did I meet an astonishing straight guy? Didn't you realize that I sold my agent badly?" She puffed her face angrily, like a little puffer fish. How about some reaction?"

Shu Le raised his eyebrows inadvertently, still looking cold, but there were smiles creeping up from the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Okay." Shu Le smiled lightly, and thought she was selfish again, as long as Qi Siqiao didn't leave tomorrow.

Qi Siqiao picked up the spoon again and said, "I don't want to sleep on the sofa tonight."

"Well, you go to bed." Shu Le packed all the things that should be packed in the afternoon, making sure not to reveal any clues about Qi Siqiao's supplies.

"You sleep on the bed too." This was in a commanding tone, and it had been a long time since she had felt the feeling that Shu Le was by her side as soon as she opened her eyes.

Shu Le froze for a moment, and was about to refuse, Qi Siqiao stroked her hair, glanced at her, and said lazily: "I'm sleeping on the bed, not you, don't think too much about it."

"..." Here comes the question again, is it too late to become a black fan?

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