Who is not Bai Yueguang?

At first, Bi He didn't hear this sentence, as if it was playing around in his ear, he drifted away lightly. The network administrator thought he didn't hear it, and didn't ask, and looked at the road together and became dazed.

It took a while to hear Bi He ask: "What did you say?"

"I asked if you were leaving." The network administrator was bored playing with the holes in his jeans.

Bi He answered irrelevantly: "Aren't you cold?"

The network administrator proudly stretched out one leg and made a very difficult movement.

Bi He squinted at his legs, and picked up the hole in the trousers with his fingers, and there was a pair of long johns with big flowers inside.

"...you are quite fashionable." Bi He silently withdrew his hand.

"Isn't this what you learned from me?" The network administrator withdrew his legs and continued to squat.

Bi He was shocked: "When did I wear long johns with big flowers?!"

Wang Guan: "No, in the first two years since you came here, you were the only one in our small place who wore such ripped trousers. One winter, I asked you if it was cold. Didn't you teach me to buy flesh-colored long johns? Is it inside?"

Speaking of this, he seemed a little embarrassed: "I haven't paid my salary this month, so the one who wears the stripes first will get away with it."

"..." Bi He covered his face, thinking of the past was a bit unbearable.

When he first came here and finally accepted the reality, in order to make himself look like a qualified "thug", he also imitated them to wear ripped jeans, and did more things to make himself, who was once a good student, try to be as careless as possible.

Of course, it also includes the yellow hair that has been preserved until now. These seem to be the "signs" of his integration here.

The network manager also seemed to recall the past: "Hey, I think so—do you still remember the time when Ma Gan and I took you to drag racing? Just letting you squat on the side of the road to watch made you vomit."

Bi He said: "You have to say something for many years before you forget it."

"I haven't finished yet." The network administrator shook his head, "I was still laughing at you with Ma Gan, who knows that it has only been a month or two, and you are actually driving Ma Gan's little broken motorcycle. To earn the money of those stupid and rich second generations, running is worse than me."

"What's the matter." Bi He said casually, "Do you have a grandma to raise, but I don't have one."

Unencumbered, alone.Bi He thought about it now, he had such a life before.

The network manager didn't answer his words: "At that time, I thought you were very adaptable. When Sister Rui brought you out, you were—oh, I don't know which key middle school is a good student, but now, tsk tsk, About the same as me."

Bi He said disgustedly: "Don't be so beautiful, you are not as handsome as me."

"This young master is also a flower in the Internet cafe." The network manager said with a smile, "But I know that no matter how good you stay with us, you won't stay here forever."

Bi He was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Why me? Didn't Ma Gan go away too."

"I didn't say that Ma Gan is not." The network administrator subconsciously buttoned the hole in his trousers to play, "But it's different, even if Ma Gan leaves, you are still like us, but you are different. After all these years, I don't think you are my own."

Bi He deliberately said: "Wow, I am so sad when you say that."

Wang Guan: "Anyway, you know what I mean, so you're leaving soon, right?"

"When did I say I was leaving?" Bi He said, "I just paid the rent."

"My intuition is like this. There are waves of people looking for you recently, and Sister Rui has left, so I think you are going too soon." The network administrator's tone suddenly became a little disappointed, "Sooner or later, you will have to leave, otherwise you will be here Do you want to be a gangster here for the rest of your life?"

"What about you?" Bi He asked suddenly, "You've been working here as a network administrator?"

The network manager smiled and said, "Hey, of course. I'm not you, and I can't find a way out."

Without waiting for Bi He to speak, he said again: "If there is a better way out, of course, go out if you can. Who wants to stay here and be poor for a lifetime."

Bi He was stunned for a moment, looking at the little dust raised by the side of the road, he didn't know what to think of.

Just as he was in a daze, he was suddenly photographed by the network administrator, almost driving him into the road: "Your phone is ringing."

Bi He took out his mobile phone and looked, Xue Qiao's name flashed on the screen.

He suddenly felt a sense of time travel in an instant.

He came back to his senses and picked up the phone. Before Xue Qiao could speak, he said first, "What's wrong? Are you resting?"

Xue Qiao laughed twice and said something else.

Bi He stood up abruptly, startling the network administrator next to him.

"What's wrong?" the network administrator asked suspiciously, but Bi He didn't answer him, but looked left and right, and suddenly turned and ran towards the intersection.

"Hey! Hezi!"

But Bi He just waved at him perfunctorily while running, and quickly crossed the road, running out of sight.

"...I'll just say it." The network manager rubbed his nose, then swayed in the opposite direction and went home to catch up on sleep.

Bi He ran quickly, and the phone was still on, holding the phone to his ear with one hand.

On the other side of the phone was Xue Qiao's voice: "Don't run, walk slowly, I'm right where I am."

Bi He ran across the intersection, looked around blankly, and asked pantingly, "...where are you?"

"Look to your right."

Bi He turned his head abruptly, and saw someone appearing sideways at the entrance of the alley in a small alley not far away, holding a mobile phone in one hand and shaking him with the other.

In such a cold weather, he was wearing a black coat, tall and tall, and he was out of tune with the dilapidated buildings around him, the potholed concrete roads, and the old rusty bus stop signs.

But standing here, in Bi He's eyes, he looks better than any impurity fashion blockbuster.

Bi He's eyes were a little red, and he ran to him without stopping. Before the two of them had time to speak, he pushed Xue Qiao into the empty alley, so that the passers-by who had already hesitated to turn back saw him again.

"...Why are you here?" Bi He asked while panting.

Xue Qiao didn't answer right away, but patted him on the back, waited for him to breathe smoothly before taking off his mask, and looked at him with a smile.

"What are you smirking at?" Bi He frowned and looked at him.

Xue Qiao opened his arms and said to him: "Don't ask, don't you want to hug first?"

Bi He blinked, without hesitation, plunged into his arms.

Immediately, the air was filled with the familiar aura that belonged to Xue Qiao.

"Miss me to death." Xue Qiao sighed softly next to his ear.

Bi He looked up at him: "How do you know this place?"

Xue Qiao said, "Miss Song called me."

Bi He was taken aback again.

Only then did Xue Qiao put away the smile on his face, sighed lowly, and rubbed his face lightly, as if wiping away the chill from the cold wind for him: "Are you tired? Why didn't you tell me?"

Bi He shook his head, grabbed his wrist, and rubbed his cheek against his palm like a kitten.

"It's cold outside." Xue Qiao asked him softly, "How about going home?"

Bi He nodded, and scrambled towards him like a koala.

"Go home." He whispered, "Ah Qiao, go home."

Qin Liran's mood is not very good. When he is angry, he will not show his emotions too much, but the expression between his brows and eyes will be more indifferent, like an intellectual who is not easy to get along with.

He came back with Xue Qiao. In fact, even though Xue Qiao changed his flight ticket and returned to City D ahead of time, he didn't delay his work, but Qin Liran was still restless for a while, and Qiuqiu, who stayed in other places to finish, didn't know why he was unhappy.

Only Qin Liran knew it.

Xue Qiao took a taxi by himself after getting off the plane, and he didn't say why he didn't let Qin Liran follow.

But Qin Liran still knew.

He was resentful and unable to vent, so he pursed his lips for a long time, his face straightened, and his whole body exuded a chill as if he had just come out of a freezer.

When he got home and just put down his luggage, he remembered the voice on Xue Qiao's phone that he had faintly heard before. He stood at the door for a while without changing his shoes, and went out with the car keys.

Qin Liran is more familiar with this old city than Xue Qiao.

It's like he understands Bi He's true face better than Xue Qiao.

Thinking of the days when Bi He was in the hospital, Qin Liran stopped the car with a sneer on his face.

He called Xue Qiao, but he said he had returned home.

Qin Liran hung up the phone and frowned. Xue Qiao didn't come to look for Bi He, but went home directly?

This is impossible, then he can only bring Bi He home.

Qin Liran sneered, turned the car around and went back on the way back.He suddenly and rarely sighed, not knowing why.

He was thinking about something in his mind, and he didn't know if he was distracted or the traffic in the old city was too chaotic, which was like when a turning car hit him, he was rarely compared in a daze.

When he came back to his senses, the driver on the other side had already got out of the car and began to curse aggressively.

Qin Liran frowned, with a trace of disgust on his face, then he opened the door and got out of the car as usual, ready to argue with the other party.

Unexpectedly, just as he got out of the car, before the driver in front of him cursed, the back seat of the other car suddenly opened the door, and another person walked in leisurely.

"Mr. Qin? What a coincidence."

Both Qin Liran and the other driver were taken aback for a moment. He slowly raised his eyes to look at the man who looked like a model standing beside the car, and suddenly his mood became even worse.

When they returned home, they were greeted by a room of silence, and everything in the room was the same as when Bi He left a few days ago.

Time seems to stand still here.

Xue Qiao let Bi He enter the door first, and Bi He sat on the shoe-changing stool with a dazed expression.With the sound of Xue Qiao closing the door, the whole world suddenly fell silent.

That door cut off the noisy voices of the tube building. All the people who came and went to express their condolences these days, all the laughing children, the middle-aged women who scolded the street every day... the voices of many people became in an instant. The look of the last century.

Seeing Bi He sitting in a daze, Xue Qiao put down the keys and squatted in front of him, and untied his shoelaces.

Bi He looked down at Xue Qiao, raised his foot obediently when the other party took out the slippers, then raised his hand to wrap around Xue Qiao's neck, and rubbed it lightly.

Xue Qiao was still held by him, and patted his back lightly.

"Ah Qiao." Bi He said suddenly.

Xue Qiao patiently said "Yes".

"...You are not my way out."

He said something without thinking, but Xue Qiao laughed, kissed his earlobe, and hugged him around his legs in the posture of the two of them, like hugging a child.

Bi He leaned on Xue Qiao and let him carry him into the house.

Bi He has been sincerely adapting to the life of the past few years from the beginning to the end. He does not feel that he is miserable, nor does he feel that life is depressing. Xue Qiao is not his way out, not his life-saving straw.

What is a word called?

Different routes lead to the same goal, and Xue Qiao is the destination he still misses after all these years of ups and downs.

Bi He closed his eyes, everything in Tongzilou was gradually fading away, the past few days actually made him slowly think about some things clearly.

In Xue Qiao's arms, he turned his head to glance at the closed door, and slightly bent the corners of his lips.

Say goodbye to those days as this door closes.

He can't let his homeland go on alone.

He has to go faster, take his hand and walk with him.

The sound of rushing water stopped, Xue Qiao dried his hair before leaving the bathroom, and when he returned to the room, he saw Bi He rolling around with his pillow in his arms, his eyes were blank and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xue Qiao got on the bed and grabbed him and put him in his arms: "What are you doing?"

The neckline of his pajamas was a bit too big, Bi He stretched out his hand and grabbed his chest muscles maliciously, and said casually: "Think about life."

Bi He took a bath before Xue Qiao, and now his whole body smelled of shampoo and shower gel, and his little yellow hair was not as arrogant as usual, but drooped down softly, looking very cute.

Xue Qiao sniffed his hair, feeling satisfied that he was dyed with his own smell, grabbed Bi He's wrist and asked with a smile, "Then what did you think of?"

Bi He took a deep breath, and the smell of Xue Qiao's shower gel filled his nostrils. With a satisfied smile, he rolled out of Xue Qiao's arms and rolled around on the bed again, lying on the pillow, saying: "Forge ahead, Work hard!"

Xue Qiao lay down beside him, propped his face on his side and looked at him calmly: "How hard is it?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Bi He sighed annoyedly, then put away his joking expression, and said seriously, "But I really should find something to do... I can't hang around with you every day."

"I don't mind that." Xue Qiao smiled.

Bi He glanced at him: "I am now called the 'Nian Qiao Clan'."

Xue Qiao shrugged: "I don't mind if you take a few more bites."

Before the words finished, Bi He rushed over and really grabbed his arm and took a bite.

Xue Qiao smiled and let him gnaw, and then said seriously: "If you really want to find something to do, let's talk? Maybe I can also give an idea."

Bi He nodded quickly after hearing this, he liked Xue Qiao's advice to him, and he liked it since he was a student.

"But I really don't know what to do." Bi He sneaked into his arms and whispered, "I don't want to just find a job, I want to do something so that I can be serious in that direction in the future Keep doing it, so that I can be motivated to become better—what, I’m not afraid of your jokes, I don’t want you to be surrounded by me who is doing nothing, but I really don’t know where to take the first step.”

Xue Qiao laughed in a low voice, "I'm afraid of being laughed at, why should I speak out honestly?"

"It doesn't matter if it's your words." Bi He twisted his body and turned around to lie in Xue Qiao's arms.

Xue Qiao was silent for a while, as if thinking about something, and said for a long time: "If you don't mind, how about opening a back door for you?"

Bi He was stunned: "What?"

Xue Qiao hugged him and explained: "The company wanted to recruit another assistant for me a long time ago. I was too busy and kept procrastinating. Would you like to try it first? Sign the contract seriously, and all the treatment will be the same as that of a ball girl. You can’t rush this kind of thing for a while, you can think about it while working, and when you make a decision, you can change jobs at any time—how about it?”