Look good

"..." There was a moment of silence on the phone, and the receiver was so quiet that only Wen Changrong's heavy breathing because of anger was heard.

Even through the phone, Qiao Xing could imagine the man's chest heaving and his eyes widening at the moment.

He stood up slightly, holding the phone in one hand and touching the cigarette case on the table with the other.

The cigarette butt was bitten between the teeth, the lighter burst into flames, the smoke curled up, and the smell of nicotine soon permeated the room.

"Then tell me," Qiao Xing said vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "what's wrong with him?"

"he……"

"Do you know when I was the saddest in Wen's house?"

"..."

"It wasn't when Shen Qinlan deliberately made things difficult for me, nor was it when you were unreasonable." Qiao Xing said, "It was the time when you decided to separate from Shen Qinlan but didn't want to divorce me, and you still wanted to spend the rest of your life with me in words .”

"..."

"During that time, I had insomnia and nightmares every day. You know this. I kept dreaming about you and our past."

"..."

"I can't describe to you how I felt at that time. I was tired and sleepy. I wanted to sleep, but I didn't dare to sleep, because I would wake up when I had a nightmare, and I would wake up when I had a 'good dream'. I hated myself. Why did I have to Dreaming about memories that I wouldn't even think about when I was waking."

Wen Changrong's voice was a little tense: "Qiao Xing, I..."

"I have a splitting headache when I open my eyes, and feel sick when I close my eyes. I woke up several times in the middle of the night and wondered if I would suddenly die in bed like this." Qiao Xing said, "You know that during my most sad time, Who has been with me?"

"..."

The fingers of the man holding the phone turned white from too much force, and the volunteer certificate with the seal of Renai Hospital and the copy of the signed punch card for entering and leaving the ward were placed on his knees. These two things were not easy to get, but at this moment lost all meaning.

Wen Changrong suddenly remembered that when he went for psychological counseling a few days ago, he told his psychiatrist about his relationship with Qiao Xing.

The psychiatrist only cares about psychological problems, not emotional problems, but after listening to her, she still said to him tactfully, "This may not be solved by saying sorry or I love you, some things take a long time...even It takes a lifetime to change and repay.”

There was a long silence on the phone, and Wen Changrong's fingers holding the phone felt a little cold. The man opened his mouth, opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally only said to the other end of the phone, "When do you get off work tonight?"

Qiao Xing didn't answer immediately, Wen Changrong's question pulled him out of the emotion just now, and the smoking action was half a beat slower.

"...I said I'm going to work late today."

"Well, I know." Wen Changrong asked him, "What time is it, I'll pick you up."

"Middle of the night," Qiao Xing began to wonder if Wen Changrong knew about his itinerary, and hurriedly leaned to the window to sneak a look at the situation downstairs, "I don't know what time it is, you just go to bed and it's over. If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, be careful to burp your farts."

"But I want to pick you up." Wen Changrong said, "Your present this year..."

"Ah?" Qiao Xing was at a loss for a moment, "What gift?"

"birthday present."

"..." Qiao Xing paused for a moment, then turned to look at the calendar on the table, only to be belatedly realize that tomorrow is his birthday, and he forcibly forgot it.

"In the past, I entrusted others to bring it to you, or it was directly transferred to your card. This year, I want to give it to you myself." Wen Changrong said, "When will you come back? Or I will be around eleven o'clock..."

"Don't!" Qiao Xing hurriedly stopped, and quickly mobilized his brain: "You wait for me, I can't concentrate on my work."

"That……"

"Isn't it just a gift, I can take it anytime, give it to me when I wake up tomorrow." Qiao Xing yawned artificially, "I'm tired today, and I don't want to celebrate any birthday when I go home, just Want to sleep, this birthday is celebrated every year, it's boring..."

"...Mmm." So, Wen Changrong could only respond. "Then I'll wait for you at home."

……

The sky is long and clear, and the moon is dotted with stars floating in the night sky.

The waiters with salutes in their hands sat on the sofa with their heads squeezed and chatted to cheer themselves up. The maid who carried the plate sat on the chair and yawned for the tenth time tonight. sealed up.

"Mr. Wen," a man in a performance suit came over. This person was the singer who sang Qiao Xing's "To the White Rose", Zhao Li.

Of course, what Zhao Li sang today was not "To the White Rose", but "To the Red Rose". Wen Changrong paid Zhao Li a lot of money to learn this song, and Zhao Li also concentrated on learning it for a long time. Today's band It's all just for this song.

Zhao Li is 35 years old this year, and his body is not as good as before. Seeing that the time was pointing to three o'clock in the morning, he could only ask Wen Changrong, "When will Mr. Qiao come back?"

"Let's wait a while. He said he will work overtime until midnight." Just as Wen Changrong finished his answer, the phone rang in his hand.

"Boss," the bodyguard's voice came from over there, "Mr. Qiao's studio is empty, I asked the security of the mall, and said that Mr. Qiao left work normally at six o'clock this afternoon."

"Have you been to his house?"

"I've been there, and the security guard said he didn't see Mr. Qiao come back. I see the lights are also dark, and no one answered when I knocked on the door." The security guard said, "... I see that the door is covered with dust, and there is no one else's name except my fingerprints. trace."

"..." Wen Changrong paused, "Is there a way to transfer to street surveillance?"

"This..." The bodyguard was a little embarrassed, "Why don't we ask Mr. Qiao's friends first? After all, in this age, if there is any accident, there should be news..."

"...that's fine too." After chatting with the bodyguard, Wen Changrong turned around and said to the people in the arena.

"I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting for so long. It's been hard work. Pack up and go back to rest. I'll ask the driver to take you off later. The salary will be paid to everyone as previously agreed."

"..." Wen Changrong's words were sudden and not sudden. Everyone was stunned for a moment, but they quickly realized that they didn't know anything, and smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Wen."

"You're welcome."

Zhao Li, who was standing in front of Wen Changrong, was also stunned for a moment, but he couldn't say anything, but most artists probably have a special feeling. They couldn't help but show some regret when they couldn't sing a song that had been prepared for so long, and sighed. Tone only go back.

The outside performers left quickly, only the Wen family's servants were clearing up the meals and wine on the table.

The bodyguard came forward and pointed to the handmade guitar that was placed in the corner as a surprise.

"Mr. Wen, that guitar..."

"Take it to the room where Qiao Xing lived before."

"Ok."

The hall was quickly cleaned up, and most of the servants went back to rest. The four-tiered cake was covered by a transparent box, and the two numbers 26 stood on the top floor of the cake. Because the stage lights behind were not turned off, these two numbers looked lonely .

Wen Changrong sat on the sofa, his eyes fell on the old Blu-ray disc and the signed cardboard in the glass gift box in front of him.

That Blu-ray disc belonged to James, a foreign singer whom Qiao Xing liked very much. James died of cancer six years ago. This Blu-ray disc was released in 1993.

Qiao Xing had been collecting this Blu-ray disc for a long time back then. He didn't hesitate to charge a six-figure price even though he was not very rich at that time, but unfortunately he got nothing.

Now the one in the box had been asked for several years, and it was bought at a sky-high price after several entrustments. Wen Changrong knew that Qiao Xing liked James very much, so he took another card signed by James.

These things look old and inconspicuous, but if they are put out, there must be countless people rushing to want them.

Wen Changrong thought of Qiao Xing's frenzied and excited face when he received the news about this disc, and wondered how excited Qiao Xing would be if he received this gift.

——Or, after so many years, Qiao Xing no longer likes James, and no longer wants this Blu-ray disc.

Just like when he wanted his love so much back then, a kiss could make him blush for a long time, but now he says I love you a hundred times, but he doesn't even look at him anymore.

Wen Changrong felt a tightness in his chest, as if he couldn't breathe.

[00:00 Happy birthday, Qiao Xing. ]

[01:00 Are you done with your work? ]

[01:06 Don’t do it if you’re too tired, I’ll ask someone to help you tomorrow? ]

[02:01 Your phone is turned off, I sent the bodyguard to find you. ]

[03:00Where have you been? ]

The man turned on the phone absently, and several text messages were lying on the screen alone, with no reply or read.

"Boss, the young master bought a house a month ago, it's flat..." The bodyguard hurried in.

"What position?"

"Haitian Garden..." the bodyguard said, "It's too late now, we can only check the surveillance of the shopping mall. From the surveillance, it seems that the direction Mr. Qiao is going... probably is Haitian Garden."

"..."

The food in the hall was almost removed, and the new maid was wiping the floor that had been used as a stage, humming softly.

"You promise to be gentle and make wine, and give me the dream of my life. If I stay with you in this life, even if the thorns are flowing..."

The man's fists were clenched tightly, and the jaws turned into a cold arc because of the tight jaw. Wen Changrong sat motionless in place, like a frozen statue.

The old maid poked the little girl violently, "You can eat food and songs, but don't sing randomly..."

……

As soon as Qiao Xing woke up, she felt that something was wrong.

He originally planned to call Wen Changrong on the way yesterday to say that he would not go home anymore, but on the way, the "God of Songs" program team called him and said that there would be a new session next week, and asked him to do a good job of bringing in new people. Getting ready, finally finished chatting about work and rushed to Wen Changze's place. He walked around overjoyed, then packed his luggage and dragged the floor... After a busy day, he couldn't help but fell asleep after taking a shower .

The phone also turned off automatically because of the long work call yesterday. Apart from all kinds of birthday greeting messages, it was the message Wen Changrong sent him at [-]:[-] in the morning.

Guilty, and a little scared.

What to be afraid of, Qiao Xing comforted himself, Wen Changrong worked on him until four or five o'clock in the morning and he didn't feel tired, but Wen Changrong just waited for him until three o'clock.

[TO Wen Changrong: The lawyer said that it will take six months of separation before the second appeal will be issued, so I moved out and will not go back in the future. Don’t contact me, and don’t come to me. I’m sick. I will show you when I get sick! ]

After sending the text message, Qiao Xing lifted the quilt, got up and opened the door.

"Uncle Chen, please..."

Just as the door of the living room was opened, Wen Chang was holding a small box in his hand. It seemed that he didn't expect Qiao Xing to get up so early, but Wen Chang was stunned for two seconds before saying, "Good morning, little Qiao."

"Morning, young master." Qiao Xing stared at the exquisitely packaged small box in Wen Changze's hand.

Wen Chang raised his eyes slightly, his dark eyes fell on his face, and said softly: "...Happy birthday, Qiao Xing."

Qiao Xing paused for a moment, then quickly laughed and blinked, "Thank you, how do you know it's my birthday today?"

"That friend of yours... surnamed Zhao last night? He called me and said he couldn't reach you." Wen Chang said, "I told him you were with me, and then he said by the way that today is your birthday ..."

"Oh!" Qiao Xing scratched his head, "I turned off my mobile phone yesterday, didn't Lao Zhao's call bother you?"

"No," Wen Chang shook his head, and then shook the small box in his hand, "This... can I pretend I didn't see it?"

Qiao Xing smiled and nodded: "Of course."

"Well, this is your birthday present." Wen Chang said, "I knew it too late, so the birthday cake will come out later, and the birthday present will be delivered when the cake is cut. By the way... the place for dinner at night , do you want to invite friends?"

……

The final location for dinner was set at a bar restaurant.

Dim golden candlesticks, a long black wooden table, and bat decorations hanging upside down from the lamp tube. Qiao Xing sat on the top of the long table, with Wen Changze on the left, and a white double-layer cake in front of him.

"Brother Joe, happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday old Joe..."

"Happy birthday boss, Gong Xi Fa Cai, when will the salary increase..."

There was a lot of noise in the bar, the boss turned off the lights, Lao Zhao, Qi Da and a group of children from the studio sat at the long table in turn.

"Hey, I'm 26... I'm going to be three years old." Qiao Xing said.

"You're still young, why are you sighing?" Wen Chang smiled and lit the two numbers 26 on the cake.

The wind blew the candlestick, and the candle's flickering flame almost floated into Wen Changze's hand, and the door of the bar was pushed open.

The boss stepped forward, "Excuse me sir, tonight..."

"I'm late, I'm sorry." The man's tall figure was tall and straight under the dim candlelight, and the candlelight danced in the man's deep eye sockets, which was a little less cold and more natural.

Wen Changrong quickly walked to the long table and sat down in a natural manner. Everyone was silent, you looked at me, I looked at you, and Lao Zhao made a sound to smooth things over.

"Okay! Let's sing when everyone is here! Old Qiao Bensan is happy!"

"happy birthday to you..."

Qiao Xing made a wish, and the flame on the number '26' was blown out, and everyone cheered and raised their glasses to drink.

"I wish the boss and Mr. Wen a long time!" After drinking a round on the table, the new studio employee Xiaoli obviously doesn't hold a lot of alcohol. At this moment, her cheeks are already flushed, and she holds a glass of wine and looks at Qiao Xinghe with bright eyes. Wen Changze: "Happy and happy! Give birth to a precious child early!"

"..." There was a moment of silence on the table, Qiao Xing didn't take back the hand holding the cup for a while, and collided with Xiao Li's cup.

"I'll drink this one first! In order to thank Mr. Wen for accepting our boss's little rascal!"

Xiaoli drank it down in one gulp, and quickly filled the second cup.

"This cup is to thank Mr. Wen for taking care of our boss for so many years! I was wondering who can control such a slut like Boss Qiao, but now I see Mr. Wen's gentle and elegant appearance, alas! One still and one movement! It's a perfect match!" Xiao Li straightly slammed the wine glass onto Wen Changze's glass, "Mr. Wen, you are a peerless man at first sight, our boss is really lucky to meet you..."

"Let's go and sing!!!" Lao Zhao interrupted the crazy chatter on the table loudly, pulled Xiaoli past and went to the singing stage, "Boss! Let's play "Wild Wolf Disco"! Loudest!"

Wen Changrong sat at the end of the long table, looking down on his expression under the shadows. Old Zhao glanced at it, then hurried back and took all the rest of the table away, "Sing, sing..."

"Oh, I haven't sent the gift yet!!!" Qi Da was upset, "I still want to talk to Brother Qiao..."

"What the hell, haven't you seen the Shura field..."

"Asura field?" Qi Da turned to look at the remaining three people on the table, and became even more unhappy, turned around and was about to walk on the table, "I won't go, I'm also a member of Shura field, let me go back..."

"You hit the number, you are a ghost..."

"Happy birthday." Ignoring the noise over there, Wen Changrong walked over from the long table. The man's gray eyes were a little warmer under the shining candlelight, and the Blu-ray disc in the glass case in his hand could not be seen in such a dim environment. It looks more and more old, but it is more precious.

Qiao Xing's eyes lit up uncontrollably, and the scream in his throat was about to overflow.

All of Qiao Xing's reactions were seen by the man, and the sinister look on Wen Changrong's face dissipated a little, and the man's chin lifted slightly, waiting for Qiao Xing to accept the gift.

"...Thank you." Qiao Xing's hand fell on the glass box, but he pushed the box out. "But this... I don't want it anymore."

Wen Changrong stood where he was, his body stunned visible to the naked eye: "Why?"

"No reason." Qiao Xing shook his head, his gaze fell on Wen Changrong's face.

Those brown eyes are as penetrating as they were many years ago, but the emotion in the eyes at this moment is incomprehensible.

Qiao Xing said: "Thank you Mr. Wen for coming to my birthday, but you should go back first, we will sing and drink later, you don't like it."

"..." Wen Changrong didn't speak, but stood still holding the box.

Qiao Xing had already turned to look at Wen Changze, "Where's my gift? A gift! That little box..."

"..." Wen Chang glanced at Wen Changrong, paused, and took out the box from his arms. "I found out too late, I don't have time to pick out good gifts..."

"It's okay, it's okay, come on, I see... wow"

What Wen Chang took out was a long life lock made of jade. The red thread passed through the clear jade body, which looked like a necklace.

The jade shone warmly under the candlelight, and it looked like a high-quality jade.

"Happy birthday has been said many times." Wen Chang said: "I wish you a long life, Qiao Xing."

"...you put it on for me!" Qiao Xing's eyes fell on the longevity lock, and he moved the stool over anxiously, "I am the birthday star today!"

"..." So, Wen Chang paused for a moment, naturally he could only pick up the necklace in the box and leaned closer.

Wearing a necklace is a bit intimate. There is only an inch between the two of them, and his hand rests on his neck, as if they are hugging each other.

"Wow wow!" Xiao Li screamed again, "What kind of beautiful love is this, what kind of wonderful thing is the wheelchair, it satisfies my 12-year-old fantasy..."

Wen Changrong's face was hidden in the dim light, because of the clenched back molars, a small muscle protruded from the side of his cheek.

The necklace was put on quickly, Qiao Xing couldn't help reaching out to hold the warm jade, he raised his eyes, his face couldn't hide his joy, "This is the best wish I've ever received..."

"Qiao Xing," the thinner part of the glass box was slightly cracked by the man, Wen Changrong's voice was not loud enough for the three people on the table to hear clearly, "Do you know that Wen Changze caused my illness?"