Let go of the past

In the early morning of late autumn, the air was wrapped in a refreshing coolness. The maid Jiang Xiaomei came out of the room with a basin in her hand. The draft from the corridor took advantage of the situation and entered her nose, which made her sneezed forcefully.With tears in his eyes, he saw Ji Bing push the door out of his room head-on. Two straight and slender legs were wrapped in the well-ironed haute couture trousers, his coat was casually draped over his arms, and the dark shirt was perfectly fitted by the muscles of his upper body. Pulled up, no tie, two buttons loosened, he has lost a lot of weight in recent days, his Adam's apple under the half-covered collar is high and protruding, with a calm and cold demeanor, he is squinting in her direction, with a faint smile between his brows. Hiding a bit of gloom.

Jiang Xiaomei shuddered all over again, lowered her head and automatically stuck to the wall, faltering and shouting: "Master...Master..."

Ji Bing approached, and his cold voice resounded loudly: "Learn from the feudal society, and you will call me by my name from now on."

Jiang Xiaomei nodded hastily: "Okay, I'll write it down."

Ji Bing passed by, stopped and asked her, "Did you catch a cold?"

After Jiang Xiaomei was stunned, her heart warmed, and she replied with tears in her eyes: "No, thank you, sir... Thank you for your concern."

"Don't go up to the second floor if you have a cold. Change someone to take care of you these few days, so as not to infect him."

Jiang Xiaomei: "..."

Ji Bing walked straight into the room, and the scene that greeted his eyes made him feel as if his heart had been severely gouged out with a sharp knife every time he saw it.

The person on the bed tilted his head slightly, his broken hair scattered on the pillow, lying there quietly as if he was asleep, his nostrils fluttered slightly with his thin breathing, his porcelain white skin couldn't see any blood, and his face was covered on his chest, One hand was placed on the edge of the bed, and the indwelling needle buried in the exposed arm was connected to the slender infusion tube. The nutrient solution of the new day was slowly being injected into the body to help him maintain his life.

Ji Bing stared at it for a long while before he dared to cautiously stretch out his hand to touch his forehead. The touch of his palm conveyed a slight heat, but it made his eyes sore.

"It's another day," he looked at him with gloomy eyes, "When will you wake up?"

Li Ziqing didn't realize it, his sleeping face was peaceful and peaceful, he couldn't figure out what kind of dream he was having.

Ji Bing took a trembling breath, leaned down and kissed his lips greedily, after parting, looked at the moistened pale lips of the other party, and whispered softly: "You can't give up, because no matter how long, I will wait for you." looking at you."

Jiang Xiaomei ran downstairs. Aunt Liu, the older maid in the kitchen, was preparing breakfast. Seeing her rushing in, it was inevitable that she would be scolded again: "Why are you running? My wife is so quiet, she can't even speak. You have to speak softly, and now that the young master is back, you should be careful with me in the future."

Jiang Xiaomei didn't seem to be afraid. She was hired by someone to be a nurse upstairs. Taking care of vegetative people requires some professional skills, which is not something ordinary people can do. Therefore, she is not as hardworking as Aunt Liu. .

"Aunt Liu, what is the relationship between the one upstairs and the young master Ji Bing who came back recently?"

Aunt Liu turned around and handed the dinner plate to her, glaring at her, "It's none of your business, don't ask, go and set the table."

"Oh," Jiang Xiaomei refused to let go, lowered her voice, and whispered: "They should be that one?"

"Which one?" Aunt Liu's face darkened, "Little girl, what are you asking for? I think you don't want to do it anymore."

"What's the matter..." Jiang Xiaomei turned around holding the dinner plate, and muttered as she walked, "How normal is homosexuality? Even if you're so rich, can't you still find someone you like?"

Aunt Liu turned her back, and Jiang Xiaomei's words fell into her ears verbatim. She sighed heavily, with a look of pity and compassion in her eyes, and murmured softly: "It's not easy for that child... Bodhisattva bless you." , Let him wake up quickly."

In the room, Ji Bing came in and was reluctant to leave. After kissing and touching, he continued to hold the other's hand that had not been infused, and while playing with his round and thin white fingers, he spoke softly: "A few days ago, Su Mei called and said she wanted to see you, but I refused, you are also her first love after all, she can't let her see you like this, can you?"

The shadow of Li Ziqing's eyelashes fell under the eyelids, and after looking at it for a long time, there was an illusion that it was flapping slightly.

"Ji...Master Ji Bing..." A timid probing voice sounded from behind, Ji Bing got up and turned his head, and saw Jiang Xiaomei sticking out half of her head from the door, meeting his gaze, and said submissively: "I still Let me call you Master Ji Bing... Madam told you to go downstairs for breakfast."

"Okay." Ji Bing responded coldly, and Jiang Xiaomei said again: "Well... I don't have a cold, can I go in and take care of him?"

"come in."

Ji Bing stood up, Jiang Xiaomei walked over, looked back and forth between the two people who were standing and lying down, and summoned up the courage to propose: "Also, Master Ji Bing, I think I can read to him when I have nothing to do. Try something, even if only one sentence out of ten can be received by him, there is hope if you work hard, right?"

Ji Bing smiled at her faintly: "Okay, thank you."

Jiang Xiaomei blushed in embarrassment, and then said: "But ordinary books are not enough. Are there any books he is familiar with or likes, which can stimulate his consciousness more favorably."

Ji Bing thought for a while, "Yes, I will bring it to you tomorrow."

On the square mahogany dining table, there was an unprecedented scene of a family of three dining together, which brought tears to Aunt Liu's eyes.

Ji Bing pulled the chair away and sat at the farthest place from his father. Father Ji at the other end of the dining table ignored him, took the hot towel handed by Aunt Liu, wiped his hands, and said slowly: "Today I will go to the company to report , What should I do, someone will arrange for you. I have three video conferences in the morning, but the phone is not connected. I am on the plane in the afternoon, and there is a problem with the German laboratory. Tomorrow there is an artificial intelligence summit in City B, you go there , to see if there are any eye-catching items."

Ji Bing picked up the fork and stuffed the bacon roll into his mouth, without raising his head, he replied vaguely, "Got it."

Ji's mother looked at her son silently, pushed the cup in front of him, and said softly, "Eat slowly and drink some water."

Ji Bing raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled inexplicably, "Mom, I'm already in my twenties, and I don't need to be taught to eat."

A look of loneliness flashed across Ji's mother's eyes. Aunt Liu saw it and took the words distressedly: "Master, Madam is concerned about you. After all, you mother and son haven't had dinner together for many years."

Ji Bing was noncommittal, picked up the cup and drank half of it, and after putting it down, he heard Ji's father say again: "Let's go after eating, the company goes to work at 08 o'clock, you have to arrive at 30:[-], half an hour is enough to get familiar with the environment ?”

Ji Bing suddenly got up, picked up the suit on the back of the chair, turned around and said: "Okay."

Walking to the entrance, I bumped into Jiang Xiaomei who happened to be coming down the stairs. Ji Bing beckoned her to come over. Here you go, help me take care of him."

Jiang Xiaomei: "...Okay, okay."

The car drove all the way on the highway, and within half an hour it got down to the urban area, merged into the traffic flow of the city's morning rush hour, and moved towards the center with difficulty.

At a crossroad that was on the verge of paralysis, Ji Bing received a call from Li Ru.

"what's up?"

Li Ru's voice was low and low: "Ji Bing, Xie Jiaqi's verdict has come down, you should have known about it a long time ago."

Ji Bing's eyes were cold: "What do you want to say?"

"She had an induced labor just a few days ago, and now she is in the hospital. After she recovers, she will be sent directly to serve her sentence." Li Ru paused and said slowly, "She wants to see you for the last time."

"No." She refused almost without hesitation.

Li Ru's voice was choked with sobs: "Just a few words, let me beg you for her, okay?"

"How much face do you have?"

"Ji Bing!" Li Ru finally couldn't help shouting out, with a sad and indignant voice: "Do you have to be so desperate? She has loved you all her life, for so many years, but ended up like this. She I know I won't live long, so I want to see you for the last time, can't you give her even this pitiful request?"

Ji Bing sneered: "Come on, her liking isn't that earth-shattering, at best it's selfishness and possessiveness at work."

"Ji Bing!" A shrill female voice suddenly pierced through the phone, crying heartbreakingly: "You ruined me, I just like you, why are you so cruel?"

"Don't get excited." Li Ru yelled, all kinds of movements over there were instantly stirred up into chaos, Xie Jiaqi's crying was pulled away, and Li Ru's voice was clear again: "Sorry, she insisted on my waiver. Say, I want to hear your voice."

Ji Bing sneered, suddenly changed the subject, and said to Li Ru: "Then you hand her the phone, don't you want to say a few last words?"

Li Ru was taken aback, and his hoarse voice was full of surprise: "Are you willing to talk to her?"

"Across the phone, who should I tell you?"

"……it is good."

There was a rustle of cloth over there, and then Li Ru persuaded in a low voice: "Be quiet, Ji Bing wants to say a few words to you."

Ji Bing waited for the phone to completely silence, and then said slowly: "Xie Jiaqi, have you always wanted to live in our house and be Mrs. Ji?"

He reached out and pressed the Bluetooth headset, and conveyed his voice clearly and accurately into the ear of the other party: "Don't even think about it, that position will never be yours. By the way, my mother went to the hospital a few days ago. Thanks to you, I took Li Ziqing who is still lying on the hospital bed back home and is taking good care of him. Our family is waiting for him to fully recover, and then we will pick a good day and give him a title."

There was a moment of dead silence, followed by shrill and crazy screams that almost tore the eardrums, Ji Bing took off the earphones, and hung up the phone without hesitation.

The silver-gray sports car turned in front of two skyscrapers connected by a Z-shaped corridor and drove into the underground parking lot.

In the huge underground space, cars lined up row after row. Ji Bing found an empty space and parked the car, but he didn't rush to get out of the car. Instead, he picked up his mobile phone and made another call.

"Hello," as soon as the other party picked up the phone, he said straight to the point, "I'll give you an address. You can pick up something for me today."

The other party responded, and Ji Bing continued: "It should be in the bookcase in the bedroom. When you arrive, take a photo and send it. I'll tell you which one it is."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Bing opened the car door and walked down, walked along the long narrow walkway to the elevator at the end, reached out and pressed the up button.

In the memories he gradually recovered, Li Ziqing had the habit of writing weekly diaries, which recorded his trivial life in high school, and also had fond memories of their young first love.

If that week's diary is still there, can it be used to awaken his consciousness?