Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

On the day Qinglang's company and Mu Yufeng signed the cooperation contract, the whole company cheered. Qinglang himself was also very happy. With a swipe of a pen, he decided to reward the employees who worked hard this year and decided to organize a trip.

The time was set three days later. As soon as Qinglang returned home after work, he opened the door and saw a pair of high-heeled shoes on the shoe rack. He immediately thought that his parents had come to pick up Qingyun, but this answer was quickly denied by him. Because the size of this pair of shoes does not match, not to mention the style is still so young.

"I'm back, Qingyun, are there any guests at home?" Qinglang walked in while talking, and soon met Fang Ting who was sitting in the living room.

"It's you..." Qing Lang turned his head and saw that Qing Yun was leaning against the closed window, tightly hugging a big white rabbit doll he had never seen before, staring at the sky in a daze, he looked back, " Come on, come on, it’s still expensive, why didn’t you notify me first, it’s already meal time, I only have noodles and cabbage in the refrigerator at home, I can only wrong you.”

Fang Ting did not have the heavy makeup that night, her facial features looked ordinary, except for her big eyes, which were so bright that they were black, and when she looked at people, there was a sense of affection, she chuckled, "Master eats Cabbage noodles, how can I, a guest, dare to take Joe, besides, who doesn’t know that Mr. Qing doesn’t like delicacies from mountains and seas, so I came here specially today to prepare for the porridge and side dishes.”

"Who says I don't love delicacies from mountains and seas?" Qing Lang raised her eyebrows, then shook her head with a wry smile, "That's all because of poverty, I'm like a little cabbage."

"What do you mean?" Fang Ting asked suspiciously, tilting her head.

Qing Lang spread her hands, "Life is hard."

"Hehe!" Fang Ting was amused, but she felt his difficulty from the clear words, remembering that she had stayed by his side and spent those dark days with him, her eyes were moist again, and she quickly lowered her head to hide .

Seeing her sudden change of mood, Qing Lang didn't poke her, and sighed inwardly. He got up and rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen, "Just wait, I'll cook cabbage noodles that taste like home soon."

Qing Liang took a pot of water and put it on the gas stove to boil, and was taking out a bundle of noodles from the cupboard, when she heard a voice behind her, turned around and saw Fang Ting taking out cabbage from the refrigerator with her usual expression.

"I'll help you." Fang Ting turned on the faucet as he spoke, peeled off the cabbage and cleaned them carefully.

It will take time for the water in the pot to boil, so Qing Lang has nothing to do and can only watch Fang Ting wash the vegetables, her technique is very skilled, and her eyes are focused on cleaning.

He is no stranger to the scene where the two are cooking together like this.

The original owner experienced Mu Yingfeng's emotional deception, and was kicked out of the house by his parents after graduation when they found out that he was gay. At that time, he only had 300 yuan with him. Fang Ting extended a helping hand when he was struggling.

Regardless of the neighbors' rumors about them, she insisted on letting the original owner live in her residence. Her situation was only slightly better than his, and the small room of [-] square meters was even more crowded with the addition of him and a big man. .

At that time, they didn't even have a kitchen, so they bought an induction cooker and a pot, and they ate porridge and noodles every day. The original owner thought about leaving Fang Ting alone, but he swallowed the words every time.

Probably because she didn't want to reject the last bit of warmth in her life, Qing Lang thought.

That kind of difficult and stable life lasted for two years, during which they got along like ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend, but no one opened their mouths to reveal it.

"Do you know? I imagined that we would live together in this way for 30 years." Qing Lang said suddenly.

Fang Ting paused, and asked calmly, "What will it be like?"

Qing Qing lowered her eyes and tightly clenched the hand hanging by her side, "It's ordinary, that's not the life I want."

To his surprise, Fang Ting didn't react at all, and she didn't even move her eyeballs. She quickly put the washed cabbage into the basket, wiped her hands with a dry cloth, "The water in the pot is boiling, you can put noodles That's it, you're left to come, I'll go out to accompany Qingyun."

After she finished speaking, she walked out, leaving Qinglang staring blankly at the boiling hot water in the pot, the trembling tone of Fang Ting's voice made his whole heart feel agitated, then he put the noodles into the water and blocked them. The water originally reflected his sad face.

The cabbage noodles are ready in no time, and the hot noodles are sprinkled with chopped green onion, which looks tempting.

Qing Yun was the first to move her chopsticks. She sat next to Fang Ting, without saying a word, she just lowered her head and ate the noodles with all her might.

"Xiaoyun, eat slowly, be careful of burning." Fang Ting looked at Qingyun, and reached out to stroke her slightly messy long hair, "Qingyun looks much better now."

Qing Lang didn't move her chopsticks, maybe because she didn't have much appetite, she lowered her eyebrows and said lightly, "As long as she takes the medicine on time, it will make her look normal."

"She's still clamoring for a bath..." Fang Ting almost slipped his mouth, but thanks to Qing Lang's reminder, he didn't say anything.

In the end, they just finished eating in silence, Qinglang put on his coat and went out with Fang Ting after feeding Qingyun medicine.

The weather at night was extraordinarily cold, Fang Ting exhaled, the cold wind rushed into her mouth, she shivered from the cold, stomped her feet, turned around and spoke to Qing Lang who had been following silently.

"What are you going to do?"

"How to do what?"

Fang Ting looked at Qingming firmly, "The class reunion ended that day, and you fell into a coma. I didn't want you to be taken away by him, but you secretly hooked your fingers on my palm."

Seeing the clear silence, she walked over and held his hands. They had warmed each other's hands like this on countless cold nights, "You got in touch with Mu Yingfeng as soon as he returned to China, and you got in touch with his company again. Establish a cooperative relationship, can you tell me what you want to do? Even if I can't help, at least you can bear it without being alone."

Qingqing lowered her head and looked at her hands that were gradually warming, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, it was a touch of distressing fatigue, "You have endured enough for me, don't worry, there are some things I have planned for a long time, I don't want to Do something that hurts you."

"You came to see me today, do you have something to tell me?"

Fang Ting froze, let go of her hand, but suddenly threw herself into Qing Lang's arms, hugging him tightly, Qing Lang seemed to hear the violent heartbeat from her chest, beating her heart again and again.

"Sunny! I'm going abroad, I can't accompany you anymore!"

She almost roared out these words, and then buried herself in his shoulder without speaking, only whining like weeping.

The cold night was silent, and the occasional pedestrians who passed by were startled by her voice. If they hadn't seen them embracing each other, they would have thought it was some accident.

Qingqing was also a little caught off guard, he didn't know whether he was frightened by her, or because he was shocked by the news of her sudden departure, he stretched out his hand and stroked her head, his tone was a bit lonely.

"It's good to go abroad... The scenery is beautiful, and the people are warm and polite. It's also good for you to go and relax."

She finally raised her head, revealing her red eyes, "Do you know how lonely it is to travel alone?"

"Fang Ting, as I said, it's too boring for us to be together." Qing Lang turned her face away and said in a cold voice.

"You haven't dared to look me in the eyes since just now," Fang Ting smiled bitterly, and wiped his eyes, "Actually, you don't need to say that specially, because we know each other so well, it's really a pity, You do not love me."

"If it wasn't for Mu Yingfeng, I would really hate him!"

Qingqing didn't interrupt her, he knew that what she needed most was to vent, and he calmly said after she finished speaking, "Even if there is no Mu Yingfeng, it can't change the fact that I was born gay..."

"Fang Ting, we can't."

Fang Ting pursed her lips tightly, then pushed Qing Lang away and took a few steps back, pulling the corners of her mouth into a forced smile, "I'm leaving in five days, and I'll be back when I forget about you."

"Actually, I don't want to go abroad to face so many blond strangers, but who made you look so ordinary, walking on the street..."

Suddenly a tear flowed from the corner of her eye, and she suddenly choked up, "Everyone is so like you..."

As if she could no longer bear it, she squatted on the ground, crying sobbingly under the dim streetlights on this bone-chilling cold night.

But Qinglang remained silent, just put his hands into his coat pockets, looked up in a daze at the moths entangled beside the street lamp, flying up and down, his eyes were empty.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Ting regained her senses, and Qing Lang hailed her a taxi, she got in and leaned out the window.

"Sunny." After crying, her voice was a little hoarse.

"kindness."

"Promise me," Fang Ting's eyes were red, but his eyes were extremely bright, and he continued word by word, "Never forgive him."

No name was mentioned, but they all knew who he was.

"I promise you." Qing Lang nodded to the driver, took a few steps back, and the car started to drive away on the road.

Qing Qing stood there for a while, no one could read what he was thinking on his indifferent face, he suddenly exhaled lightly, stomped his stiff feet, and saw catkin-like catkins within two steps. Snow appeared in his vision.

"It's snowing? It seems that I need to bring some clothes for traveling in a few days."

He muttered to himself, raised his head, just a little snow fell on his cheeks, a coolness invaded his heart, he shrank his neck, which was blown by the cold wind, and quickened his pace.

When he got home, he closed the door, and the shoulders of the coat were covered with some snow, which showed that the snow was falling very fast.

"Brother, it's snowing outside, it's time to build a snowman!" Qing Yun looked at the snow falling outside through the window, bouncing and cheering.

Qinglang also glanced at it, remembering that one year when he and Fang Ting were together, it was also the same snow that dyed the city silvery white. They threw snowballs at each other like children in the snow. He still clearly remembers Fang Ting's picture. With a satisfied smile on his flushed face from the cold, he spoke loudly to him.

"Sunny, rub your sorrows and disappointments into the snow and throw them all away! Tomorrow, the sun will rise!"

Recalling this, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "Well, the snow should be thick tomorrow."

He never told Fang Ting that her existence was already an unavoidable sunshine for him.