Let go of the past

Li Ziqing bid farewell to Uncle Li, went downstairs with Gu Xien, and walked towards the parking place along the stone road of the hospital. In the early spring, everything revived one after another, and the plants in the garden scrambled to pull out the twigs and leaves. Looking around, it was exactly Fresh green everywhere, a vibrant scene.

The two walked to the side of the car, Gu Xien took out the car key and unlocked it, Li Ziqing reached out to pull the passenger door, but suddenly felt a sudden inexplicable heart palpitation on the way, so he turned back and looked at a certain window on the second floor behind him.

Sure enough, there was a figure standing there, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. When he saw Li Ziqing turning his head, he waved his hand at him. He should have spoken, but he couldn't hear him clearly from a distance. It happened to be a breeze As the wind blows, the new shoots of the old pagoda tree keep shaking up and down, as if they are learning to say goodbye.

The car drove out of the hospital gate, Li Ziqing looked back again, the shadow of the window on the second floor disappeared, he retracted his body and sat upright, and suddenly asked the person next to him: "Mr. Gu, what's wrong with Uncle Li?"

Gu Xien seemed to have foreseen that he would ask a long time ago, and looked at him with his head tilted, without concealing it, and said directly: "Lung cancer."

There was no change in Li Ziqing's expression. He just remained silent for more than half a minute before speaking slowly again, with a trembling voice: "...Have you been diagnosed?"

"Well, but you don't have to worry." Gu Xien said: "It was discovered in time, and it was still in the early stage. He is also actively cooperating with the treatment. The old man is very sorry for his life." Gu Xien turned his head and smiled at him in relief, "You are also his biggest concern."

"Thank you." Li Ziqing said.

The car stopped and went in the congested urban area. At a certain intersection, Gu Xien slammed on the brakes to avoid pedestrians who did not comply with the traffic rules. ran over.

Li Ziqing, the co-driver, suddenly covered his mouth and retched. Gu Xien was taken aback, turned the steering wheel and stopped, and hurriedly asked him, "Are you motion sick?"

Li Ziqing wanted to shake his head to deny it, but he couldn't suppress the nausea that kept coming up in his stomach, so he took a moment to say, "A little bit, sorry."

Gu Xien stared at him for a few seconds, then said, "You have a bad complexion."

Li Ziqing forced a smile, "Because I haven't had a good rest recently, don't worry about me, just keep driving."

The windows on both sides suddenly lowered to the bottom, and then I heard Gu Xien say: "It should be better if the convective wind blows. You can't stop here for too long. You can bear it a little bit, and you will soon arrive at your home."

Li Ziqing covered his mouth and nodded. The discomfort in his stomach caused him to feel dizzy. He didn't dare to speak, for he was afraid that he would really spit it out when he opened his mouth.

The car finally turned a corner and drove onto a slightly narrow road. The navigation distance shortened little by little, but suddenly a dark gray shadow flashed in from the right side of the front window.Gu Xien's heart skipped a beat and he slammed on the brakes again, and saw an Aston Martin approaching diagonally, the tires rubbing against the ground with a screeching sound, and then stopped abruptly, with the front of the car against the front of the car, full of provocation.

The inexplicable Gu Xian: "???"

Li Ziqing knew it all: "..."

Li Ziqing leaned back on the seat for a second or two, and then stretched out his hand to untie the seat belt. I don't know if it was because of physical discomfort or other reasons, but his hands were shaking too violently at this moment, so that he couldn't untie the seat belt for a while. open.

Gu Xien reached out to help him unbuckle his seat belt, Li Ziqing hurriedly said thank you, turned around and turned the door to get out of the car.

A figure walked around the front of the car, and a second before Li Ziqing pushed the car door, he slammed the passenger door open from the outside. Li Ziqing's hand was still on the handle of the car, and he was caught off guard by an external force. Almost fell to the ground.Fortunately, Gu Xi'en stretched out his hand and pulled him. Although the person didn't fall out, his arm was actually pulled. Li Ziqing took a painful breath, rubbed his arms and leaned back on the chair, looking up at the man with the expression in front of him. Senhan is a terrifying and deliberate perpetrator.

The other party seemed unwilling to say anything first, and just stared at his face in silence. Li Ziqing held his breath and said slowly, "Can you give way? I'm getting off the bus."

Ji Bing's eyes swept away from Gu Xien's body, re-locked on Li Ziqing, and asked coldly: "Where have you been?"

"Visiting patients." Li Ziqing answered him without hesitation, and what he said was not false.

"What patient?" Ji Bing sneered, looked at him and said, "Aren't you an orphan? Or did I remember wrong again?"

Li Ziqing's expression seemed to be invulnerable, and his eyes looked at him indifferently.

"This gentleman," Gu Xien who was in the driver's seat interrupted suddenly, and said to him with a smile: "You drive a luxury car with a famous watch, and it looks very glamorous, but why can't you learn to speak human language?"

Ji Bing raised his eyes to look at Gu Xien, with a dangerous signal in his eyes, "Who are you?"

Li Ziqing waved his hand to Gu Xi'en, signaling that he doesn't need to speak for him, then turned his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said to Ji Bing: "You remember correctly, I am indeed an orphan, but even so, I still have some differences with this society. Otherwise, how do you think I survived all these years?"

Ji Bing stared at him fixedly. After a long while, he suddenly turned around and walked to his car, opened the car door, took a stack of documents, turned them back and threw them on Li Ziqing's lap, and said in a deep voice, "This is a house gift contract. You keep your word. But now there is an additional condition." He paused, all emotions faded from his tone, and continued: "You sleep with me ten more times, and this house will be completely yours after you are done. Don’t you need social connections to survive? A business relationship is a relationship, isn’t it?”

Li Ziqing picked up the stack of documents, stared at them blankly, stood up from the car after a while, looked up at Ji Bing, his eyes were filled with emotions, as if there were thousands of words about to burst out.

Ji Bing was shocked by his sudden bright eyes, and couldn't help taking half a step back.

Li Ziqing closed the car door sideways, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Ji Bing's palm and pressed it against his heart. The young man's chest was thin and weak, and the bones under the flesh were so clear that his hands were hurt.

Ji Bing subconsciously wanted to take back his hand, but was held tightly by the other party. He suddenly felt panicked, and finally a nervous and flustered expression appeared on his face.

Then, he heard Li Ziqing's voice rang in his ears, it was almost inaudible, as thin as a wisp of smoke in front of the altar.

"Ji Bing, look what else I have, you take it all away."

Rewinding the time to a few hours ago, Ji Bing was driving on a wide city road, and on the passenger seat lay a newly printed house gift contract that smelled like ink.

The mobile phone on the dashboard showed that it was in a call. Ji Bing listened to the call with a bluetooth headset, and replied abruptly: "Li Ru, if you don't want Xie Jiaqi to be unable to return to China for the rest of your life, you should put this thought in your hands as soon as possible." in stomach."

Li Ru scolded and fucked over there, but as always, he died after he got addicted to his mouth, and said in a slow tone: "It's okay, I'll shut up. You, Young Master Ji, live a more wanton life than anyone else, and you live a more wanton life than anyone else." Understand, no one can tell you."

Ji Bing didn't speak, but Li Ru sighed suddenly, and said with a sigh: "I heard from Jiaqi that you went to the United States to see a doctor again this time, but it still didn't work. Tell me honestly, have you forgotten?" How many things?"

Ji Bing paused, and answered him: "From high school to before that incident happened. The memory of this period is completely blank in my mind."

"Then for so many years, what kind of mood do you have to continue to be with Li Ziqing? The most familiar stranger? Or the strangest pillow?"

"I don't understand." Ji Bing's eyes were calm, but his tone was a little anxious: "At that time, why would I rather die than let him live?"

Li Ru was silent over there, chatted for a while, and said casually: "Then who knows, you can't remember it yourself, and it's even harder for others to know."

Ji Bing let out a heavy breath, looked at the road ahead, and said slowly: "I feel that he is not in a good mood recently, probably because I treated him too badly."

"What did you do to him?"

Ji Bing paused for a few seconds, but he didn't answer the question: "I'm going to transfer that house to his name, to coax him, and to make him feel at ease. Don't always be in fear, thinking that I'm going to drive him away."

Li Ru clicked his tongue and said, "Anyway, you treasured him when you were in school. Don't talk about a house, you even gave him your own life, didn't you?"