Let go of the past

Several other people at the wine table were still pushing glasses and changing glasses, and the topic still revolved around the house and car tickets. Li Ru moved his chair back and sat with his back leaning back, showing a good mood Declining and out of place.From time to time, he glanced at the door of the box, put his fingers on the table and knocked impatiently. Li Ziqing had been out for more than ten minutes and hadn't come back. I can't hold back my face.

What happened to Li Ziqing was none of his business, he was not Ji Bing, so there was no need to worry about this person.

Li Ru took out his mobile phone and looked at the message sent to Ji Bing more than ten minutes ago, but there was no reply. He couldn't help cursing in his heart, why the hell did these two people seem to have an appointment, one by one. I wanted to kill him with all my might.

"Boss!" The box door was suddenly knocked open from the outside. He Leiwei gasped for breath while holding the door frame in panic. Li Ru's heart skipped a beat, he stood up abruptly, and asked anxiously, "Is something wrong?"

He Leiwei was stunned for a moment, and his immediate superior quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ziqing is gone." He Leiwei hurriedly said, "I searched the restrooms upstairs and downstairs, but I can't find him. The car at the door is still there. I think he is so drunk that he probably wouldn't drive away."

The BOSS was stunned, and after realizing it, he quickly said: "Call, call him."

"I called, but it kept ringing and no one answered."

Li Ru interjected, also anxiously said: "Have you asked the service staff of the hotel? Let's see who has seen it?"

"I asked, and they all said they didn't see him go out."

"Then it's still in the restaurant." Li Ru speculated, "Or, does this restaurant have a back door?"

"Then I'll ask again." He Leiwei turned around to leave, then turned around and asked Li Ru in doubt, "But why did he go through the back door?"

"There is a side street next to it. Parking is not allowed on the main road, and taxis are waiting there. If it really went out there through the back door, it is estimated that it has already driven several streets by now." Li Rubian said Looking at Li Ziqing's boss, he asked, "Is there anything urgent for him?"

The boss shook his head, "I haven't heard of it, and I won't let him come if there is something to do." After saying that, he turned his head and waved to He Leiwei, "Go and confirm."

He Leiwei responded repeatedly, turned around and ran out to ask the person in charge of the restaurant. Li Ru couldn't sit still any longer, and walked around the table and went straight to the door of the box.

"President Li?" Feng Hui called out in surprise and incomprehension behind him, "What are you going to do?"

"Make a call." Li Ru said without looking back, and disappeared outside the box door after a while.

He turned a corner and walked to a place near the bathroom, quickly called up Ji Bing's cell phone number with his fingers, and called him without hesitation.

The time went back to 10 minutes ago, Li Ziqing supported his arms on the sink, trying his best to suppress the dizziness that came up after vomiting. The red wine was soft in the mouth, but it had a strong stamina. Without food as a buffer, the intensity of the alcohol doubled.

Li Ziqing turned on the faucet, trying to splash cold water on his face to refresh his chaotic brain, but at this moment, the vibrating sound of the mobile phone came from his pocket. Incoming call notification, his eyes suddenly changed, and he quickly swiped open to connect.

"Hello? Li Ziqing?" The other party asked in a soft voice, and the background sound over there was quiet.

Li Ziqing hummed, and said to him: "Mr. Gu, it's me." As he spoke, he walked out of the bathroom. The signal here is not very good, and Gu Xien's voice sounded like it came from a distant sky.

"Sorry, I called you suddenly." Gu Xi'en paused for a moment before speaking slowly again: "If you are free now, can you come to the hospital last time?"

Li Ziqing walked to the window at the end of the corridor of the hotel and stood still. He stretched out his hand to push the window open a gap, the cold wind hit his face, and suddenly he was mostly sober.And after hearing Gu Xien's words, his heart sank suddenly, and he was in a daze for a moment before hesitatingly asking: "...What's wrong with Uncle Li?"

Gu Xien sighed over there, and Li Ziqing's heart sank a little more, and then he heard the other party continue: "I'm sorry, I helped Uncle Li hide his illness from you, he didn't want you to worry, he thought he could hold on. After this spring, I will celebrate your birthday for you."

Li Ziqing leaned his back against the wall, raised his head and closed his eyes. After opening them again, his tone was calm and abnormal, and he confirmed, "...So, it's the late stage?"

"Ah."

A simple word made Li Ziqing quickly take the phone from his ear and hold it tightly in his palm, then turned around and leaned against the wall, clenched his fists and hit the wall violently several times in a row, In the end, he covered his mouth, lowered his head and closed his eyes, letting out a trembling choked sob.

Gu Xien listened silently to the movement from the phone, and waited for a few minutes, and there was a rustle there, before he heard Li Zi ask in a hoarse voice: "... Are you still awake?"

"I was just transferred to the intensive care unit yesterday. I woke up and slept for a while, but I was still conscious."

"I'll be there right away." Li Ziqing turned around and walked through the corridor, and quickly walked downstairs to the restaurant, "I still want to talk to Uncle Li, please let him wait for me."

Li Ziqing came out from the back door of the hotel, stretched out his hand to hail a taxi, gave the address, opened the door and got in.

The burning feeling in the stomach is still there, and the dizziness caused by the alcohol hitting the brain is still there, but it is strange that they can't feel anything at all. At this moment, Li Ziqing is sitting motionless in the back seat of the taxi, his eyes are blank. He landed and stopped somewhere in the air, feeling the pain of his heart being torn apart one after another, and the feeling of suffocation that intensified in his mind.

It was Li Ziqing's greatest luck among the many misfortunes in his life that his parents left when he was ignorant of the world. At that time, he was still incapable of emotion, and the pain on his skin was light and light. When he recalled it many years later, there were many It's just sigh-like regret and loss, not real and deep pain and sadness.

But Uncle Li is different. Uncle Li is his greatest benefactor, relative, and reborn parent in his life.He gave Li Ziqing too much, everything else he could give except the love of his parents.This old man lives alone in the world, without a close lover or descendants, but he has devoted half his life to Li Ziqing. Li Ziqing is his child and his future, and he holds it in his hands and cherishes it most. .

But he was leaving now, lying alone on the hospital bed, surrounded by cold medical equipment, feeling the passing of his life bit by bit amidst the ticking sound of the heart rate meter.

He still wants to live.Li Ziqing tightly clutched the clothes on his chest, bowed and curled up his body, the huge oppressive feeling in his heart without warning made him almost out of breath in an instant.

He lives on, lives on a long time, and has given me many birthdays.

Li Ziqing rested his head on the back of the front seat, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket with trembling hands. He had never been so eager to hear Ji Bing's voice like this moment.

Like a fish out of water, a bird out of the sky, and a lame man out of crutches, he looked around in a daze and found that he had lost the most important thing in his life that he could cling to.

The light from the phone screen pierced his sore eyes, and he made several wrong clicks before finally bringing up the dial interface, finding Ji Bing's number, and pressing it to dial it.

The bell rang for a long time. During the long and tormented waiting process, Li Ziqing opened his eyes without blinking, as if he was afraid that if he closed his eyes, the signal to the other party would be cut off.

The ringing stopped abruptly, and the phone was finally connected. Li Ziqing couldn't wait for the other party to speak first, so he called urgently and nervously: "Ji Bing."

The other party was silent for a second, Li Ziqing tightened his strength, the edge of the phone pressed his fingers and palm, and the pain was clear and sharp.

"Sorry," the other party replied politely and politely: "Mr. Ji is currently in a meeting, so it is inconvenient to be disturbed by the outside world. If you have anything to tell me, I will convey it to you later."

Li Ziqing blinked his eyes, but the dry and sore feeling was not relieved. He then slowly straightened up, without saying a word, took the phone from his ear, moved his finger to the screen, and pressed the call to cut off.

New York, USA, at about nine in the morning, Ji Bing came out of the meeting room to breathe. Wei Ziming stepped forward and handed him a Cuban cigar. Ji Bing waved his hand without looking at it.

"Will it be long?" Wei Ziming put away his cigar and asked with a faint smile.

"What's the matter?" Ji Bing turned to ask him.

Wei Ziming shook his head, "No." As he spoke, he lifted his chin and gave a look in the direction of the conference room, and continued: "I came here as soon as I got off the plane, and I have been driving since five o'clock in the morning. No matter how clear the brain is, it should It's chaotic, don't those people inside need to rest?"

"The Americans are arguing with you vigorously. What else can I do except stay with you to the end?" Ji Bing replied lightly, turned around and turned back towards the conference room, stopped halfway, and turned to ask Wei Ziming: "Did my phone ring?"

Wei Ziming nodded and smiled, "I have a few domestic calls. I'll leave a message for them to call later."

Ji Bing was noncommittal, and when he turned his head, he said, "Bring me a cup of coffee."

"Okay, Mr. Ji."

Wei Ziming turned around and walked towards the tea room. Behind him, Ji Bing pushed open the door of the meeting room, and his figure disappeared behind the huge glass door.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows a few steps away, there are a few white and flawless clouds floating in the azure blue sky over New York, and a group of birds hovering and flying over the Statue of Liberty.If they could have the speed of light, they might be able to cross the other side of the ocean in an instant, stop over another city full of neon lights, and look at the colorful iron boxes on the city roads extending in all directions on the ground, carrying the memories of the human world. Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy lead to every corner of the city in all directions.