you are my tomorrow

Suburbs, Song residence.

The Song house at night was unbelievably quiet, and there was still no news about Comet. Han Qing said that he would find a solution from the K gang, but a week passed, and Han Qing had no news at all. Zhongyi went to Comet’s house several times, but still nothing Man, he has been to the office building of Lion Hall, and every time he only saw Zhang Wei coming in and out, but never saw Zhao Rongzhen coming. During this period, Zhongyi and Tony went to I City and picked up the cargo at the port. When they came out, they had to pay a lot of demurrage due to the long time in port, but after seeing it on the ship, Tony was really taken aback by the "goods" inside, and said that if the "goods" sold Going out, the demurrage fee is nothing but petty money, but Zhongyi doesn't care about this, he just wants to rescue Comet as soon as possible.

Zhongyi knew from the Internet that Zhao Rongzhen was going to hold a solo concert at the end of the month, so he thought maybe he could take the risk to go to the concert once, maybe the comet would be there, but it was hard to find a ticket for the concert, whether it was online or by the orchestra, the reserved tickets had already sold out Well, it's a bit difficult to go in as a staff member. After all, I have worked there before and know many people. There will definitely be people pulling him to ask this and that, and there will be many eyes staring at him.

While still worrying about how to get into the band, Miho walked out of the room and sat across from Zhongyi, "Aren't you going to bed so late?" Zhongyi reluctantly bent the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to take down a goblet , poured some red wine and put it in front of Miho.

"I can't sleep, and even if I do, I can't sleep well, so I might as well get drunk."

"Thinking about how to save the comet?"

"Tony can't find a solution for the time being. Brother Huixing doesn't have a mobile phone, and he probably lost his necklace. I can't find his location at all, and I don't know if he is still alive..." Zhongyi shook his wine glass. There is not much left I drank all the wine in one gulp.

"You must be alive. You survived the harsh environment of the Vietnam field team. In this city, Comet can survive no matter what." Miho encouraged Zhongyi, but her heart was a little drummed, "By the way, This is for you, maybe you will be useful." Miho took out a white paper with something printed on it from his pocket and put it in front of Zhongyi, Zhongyi looked at the content on it, and then looked at Miho in disbelief.

"Aunt Miho, how do you know..."

"I didn't order this. Tony gave it to me two days ago and asked me to pass it on to you. He may have to go back to the United States with his husband in two days. He said that he might not be able to help you for the time being. Let you and Han Qing figure it out. But I will leave a few people for you to use." Zhongyi breathed a sigh of relief, "So if this is an opportunity, try to bring Comet back as much as possible, and then make a long-term plan." Miho drank her own wine, "Don't sleep too much It's late, I'll go to bed first." Miho patted Zhongyi on the shoulder and left the bar.

Zhongyi looked down at the words on the paper—the reservation confirmation sheet for the "Winter Spring" recital by Zhao Rongzhen, chief pianist of the National Orchestra, because after carefully looking at the content on the paper, Zhongyi did not notice that when Miho left, there was a trace of apology in her eyes. flashed by.

On the afternoon of the second day after meeting Zhongyi, Han Qing went back to the headquarters of Gang K. His colleagues were surprised that he came to work early, because as long as there was a holiday, Han Qing would not even turn on his mobile phone, let alone come back to work early.Han Qing went directly to Wu Bin's office, but there was no one there. Other brothers said that Zhao Kai went to Singapore for business and came back only the day after tomorrow. Han Qing was a little puzzled. He hadn't heard that Zhao Kai had "business" contacts with Singapore. , although there were doubts in his heart, Han Qing just nodded and said nothing.

When he came out after 6:[-] in the building of the K gang, Han Qing originally wanted to go home, but remembered that his luggage was still with Meng Qinghuan, and he thought about getting it in two days. We met, and we have been together for the past few days, but we miss Meng Qinghuan a little bit, so Han Qing drove to the clinic.

When they arrived at the gate of the clinic, Meng Qinghuan was sending an old lady who had just finished her treatment. Han Qing who was in the car shook his head with a helpless smile. Did you open for business as soon as you came back?After helping the grandmother down the steps, Meng Qinghuan turned around to go back, but saw Han Qing's car parked at the door, the co-pilot's window had been rolled down, and Han Qing's smiling face was clearly visible, as if he had been sombre on the plane yesterday The person is not him.

"Doctor Meng, it's been hard work! It's already 6 o'clock, are you off work yet?"

"There are two grandpas who are on an IV drip. It will end at about 2:7. Does this patient still want to see a doctor? If so, there is still some time." in front of the window.

"I just came from the company to pick up my luggage. If you still have patients, I'll come back in two days."

"I took your luggage home. I'm not here. If you're not in a hurry, tell me a day in advance if you want to pick it up. I'll bring it in the morning."

Hearing that Meng Qinghuan was still sick, Han Qing wanted to go home, but Meng Qinghuan said that his luggage was at home, and he had never been to his home, so——

"Actually, I'm in a hurry. I have something inside that I need to use. Otherwise, I'll wait for you. I'll go to your house to get it at night."

Meng Qinghuan looked at Han Qing and curled his lips. He felt that Han Qing always did things according to his heart. He seemed not in a hurry just now but became very anxious in a blink of an eye.

"Then do you want to come in?" Meng Qinghuan pointed to the clinic behind him.

"No, I'll do it in the car. You can go get busy." Han Qing waved to Meng Qinghuan, but his eyes were crooked with a smile. Meng Qinghuan gave the people in the car a look, turned back and walked into the clinic.

After a little after 7 o'clock, after Meng Qinghuan sent the last two patients away, he closed the door of the clinic and walked to Han Qing's car. He looked down through the window of the co-pilot. I fell asleep on it. I don’t know what time he returned home yesterday, and I don’t know what friends he met. He went to the "company" during the day. He probably didn’t sleep well. Meng Qinghuan sighed helplessly and shook his head. , he pulled the door handle and it was locked, but because he was startled by the sound of the door not being opened, Han Qing woke up immediately, looked out the window of the co-pilot, and it took a few seconds before he reacted and showed it. Followed her own Meng Qinghuan to open the door.

"Sorry, fell asleep." After Meng Qinghuan sat firmly in the car, Han Qing said in a nasal voice, "Where is your home?" Han Qing patted his face and regained his energy.

"Jonglu."

"Zhong Lu?" Han Qing looked at Meng Qinghuan in surprise.

"Can't I live there?" Looking at Han Qing's expression, Meng Qinghuan raised an eyebrow at him.

"Of course, we, Dr. Jin, can live wherever we want." Han Qing pursed his lips, looked forward and started the car.

Meng Qinghuan's home is in a residential area on Zhonglu Road. The apartment is one bedroom and one living room, about 40 square meters. Although it is not very big, it is decorated very warmly by Meng Qinghuan. The door to enter the house is facing the small kitchen. , the white walls are dotted with goose-yellow wall lamps, a small square glass coffee table is placed in front of the ivory white double sofa, and a vase that can only hold two flowers is placed on the glass plate, and two red flowers are inserted in it. There are several medical magazines under the glass plate, there is a TV cabinet opposite the sofa, and a 22-inch TV is placed on it, and a photo frame with a [-]-inch photo is placed next to the TV. A CD player and two small stereos.

There is another door next to the TV, and inside is a bedroom where a small double bed, a bedside table and a wardrobe can be placed. My luggage is placed next to the bed, and a computer is placed on the bedside table.

Generally speaking, Han Qing felt that Meng Qinghuan's home was not big, but it was enough for one person to live in. Even if he was alone at home, he would feel very warm, unlike his own home, and even less like the villa where he lived with Comet and Zhongyi. Even if it is big enough, it is always empty.

Han Qing walked out of the bedroom and picked up the photo frame next to the TV. There were two people on it. One was Meng Qinghuan, who was wearing a bachelor's suit and was smiling brightly. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and a paper tube tied with a ribbon. Wearing a nun's clothes, an elderly nun also had a gratified and kind smile on her face.

"Who is this?" Han Qing pointed to the nun.

Didn't I grow up in a monastery? She was the 'mother' who took care of me all the time. When I graduated from college, she participated in my graduation ceremony as my family, but...she passed away last year. "Meng Qinghuan shook her head regretfully, "If it wasn't for her, I might not be alive now. If my medical skills can be better, maybe I can let her live a few more years." Meng Qinghuan looked at the nun in the photo with regret.

"...I'm hungry, cook for me." Han Qing felt that Meng Qinghuan's mood was not as good as when he just came back, so he put down the photo frame calmly and pushed Meng Qinghuan to the kitchen.

"Hey... am I your chef? Why do you always ask me to cook for you..." Although Meng Qinghuan was unwilling, Han Qing kept pushing her and had to go to the kitchen.

After drinking and eating, it was almost 9 o'clock. Han Qing squinted his eyes and leaned on the sofa, patting his stomach contentedly. In fact, he thought that Meng Qinghuan must be a good cook if he wasn't a doctor.The bowls for the two of them were easy to brush. Meng Qinghuan finished brushing in a few strokes, and walked out of the kitchen. There were no big lights on the roof in the living room, but only three wall lamps. The first movement of "Moonlight Song".

"Do you like this song?" Meng Qinghuan liked this song very much, and especially liked to listen to it on a clear night with a moon. It always made Meng Qinghuan's heart agitated, but it would eventually return to peace.

Han Qing nodded, and listened to Comet play this piece many times, it can always comfort people in anxiety.Han Qing sat up. He looked up at Meng Qinghuan, as if thinking of something, "Where are the photos you took in Izu two days ago? Show me." Meng Qinghuan thought for a while. Before he could put it in the computer, he went to the bedroom, took out the camera he took to Izu from the closet, walked out of the bedroom, and sat next to Han Qing.

"I haven't put it in the computer yet. If you want to see it, just do it." Meng Qinghuan turned on the switch of the camera, and Han Qing leaned closer to Meng Qinghuan, his face almost touching Meng Qinghuan's, and his gaze was fixed on the camera seriously. on the LCD screen.

The almost zero distance between the two made Meng Qinghuan suddenly recall the "accident" that almost happened in the hotel yesterday before leaving Izu. The camera also deviated from its original position between the two people, which aroused Han Qing's dissatisfaction.

"This screen is small, how can I see it if you hide so far away!" Han Qing frowned and glared at Meng Qinghuan. Returning to the original position, although his hand was on the camera, he lowered his gaze to the people around him, "Why didn't you post the photo?" This aroused Han Qing's dissatisfaction again.

"Oh..." Meng Qinghuan just pressed the button to play the photos. First, there were photos taken by Meng Qinghuan when the two were on the Zongzi Trail. Every scene was captured by Meng Qinghuan skillfully and turned into beautiful lights and shadows. Han Qing thought that Meng Qinghuan was just a first-class person. Unexpectedly, his photography skills are also top-notch.

Meng Qinghuan, who was still concerned about Han Qing just now, had already put all his energy on the photo. He seemed to have forgotten that there was someone next to him who wanted to see the photo. If you shoot better, you can't help pursing your lips in joy when you meet something you are satisfied with, and your eyes will shine with joy;

All of this is in Han Qing's eyes. He likes Meng Qinghuan's eyes, which are always bright, as if there is no worry. On the day Meng Qinghuan saved himself, he was also worried about his own because of the purity in Meng Qinghuan's eyes. Eyes, he didn't believe in strangers at all, so he chose to believe in the owner of these eyes in an instant.

Han Qing didn't know if this was the "destiny" that was said to be bad.

Meng Qinghuan didn't come back to his senses until he saw the back of Han Qing who was secretly photographed. Only then did he realize that Han Qing was looking at him seriously and thinking about something. Meng Qinghuan cleared his throat unnaturally. Happy, "Well... I think it's a pity that I didn't leave any souvenirs when I arrived at the scenic spot... I only took a picture, nothing else..." Meng Qinghuan explained lamely, and was anxious to defend himself, he was sincere and frightened Pointing at the photo, trying to get Han Qing's "forgiveness".

Han Qing glanced at the photo, knowing that only his own back was left in the green mountains and clear water, and he didn't care. He also knew that Meng Qinghuan would not show this photo to others. Seeing Meng Qinghuan's expression eager to explain, he suddenly felt Very...cute, so he couldn't help but chuckled, but it was only for a moment, and he changed to the serious expression just now.

"Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are actually beautiful?"

"...What?" Meng Qinghuan didn't realize it for a moment, and the tension just now was shrouded in mist again, but he didn't expect that Han Qing's face would expand infinitely in front of his eyes in the next second, a wet one with Han Qing Meng Qinghuan's head buzzed as the tasteful kiss touched his lips.

What didn't happen yesterday happened.

Except for this sentence, Meng Qinghuan's mind was blank.

Seeing Meng Qinghuan's eyes wide open and looking at him in disbelief, Han Qing couldn't help but laugh out loud, he tapped Meng Qinghuan's head lightly, "Fool, you don't know that when you kiss, you have to close it." Eyes?" Han Qing couldn't help smiling, but he didn't know why he did this, he was just attracted by Meng Qinghuan's eyes, and couldn't help continuing yesterday's "unfinished" things.

But that light knock didn't seem to bring back Meng Qinghuan's consciousness. He still looked at the person in front of him in surprise. Han Qing pursed his lips and slowly put away his smile. He raised his left hand to block Meng Qinghuan's In front of him, his body slowly leaned towards Meng Qinghuan, and his right hand slowly wrapped his arms around Meng Qinghuan's waist.

"...What are you doing?!" When Han Qing's lips were about to touch Meng Qinghuan's again, Meng Qinghuan came to his senses. He slapped off Han Qing's left hand and tried to break free from his right hand. I don't know what cleverness Han Qing used, even though his hands were between the two, he couldn't break free from Han Qing's right hand.

Han Qing looked at Meng Qinghuan in bewilderment, took the camera that stood between the two of them into his hand, put it on the coffee table nearby, and clasped Meng Qinghuan's waist with his right hand. Meng Qinghuan's face was only less than two centimeters away from him in an instant. Meng Qinghuan still tried his best to put his hands between the two, but it didn't seem to have any effect, and he could only tilt his head back as much as possible, but without warning, Han Qing's left hand climbed onto Meng Qinghuan's neck, and once again pulled the two of them together. The distance between the faces returns to the same as before, or even closer, as long as someone moves forward, the tip of the nose can touch the other's nose.

Han Qing avoids Meng Qinghuan's hesitant eyes about the unknown next second, leans his face close to Meng Qinghuan's ear, and the slight heat blows gently on Meng Qinghuan's ear, which makes Meng Qinghuan's ear itch, but because Han Qing's hands are useless. "... don't you want to continue what we didn't finish yesterday?" Han Qing's low voice and hot breath made Meng Qinghuan feel as if a warm current had passed through his body. He didn't know what was wrong with him. At that moment, he felt limp all over, and could only rely on Han Qing's strength to support his body.

Han Qing seemed to feel the change in Meng Qinghuan, and he looked at Meng Qinghuan squarely again. At this time, the hesitation in Meng Qinghuan's eyes disappeared, only the gentleness as deep as the bottom of the lake remained, and there was still a little bit of nervousness and rapid breathing. Slightly opened, like an invitation, Han Qing lowered his eyes, and slowly approached Meng Qinghuan. The moment his lips touched Meng Qinghuan's, Han Qing noticed that Meng Qinghuan had gently closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face. Han Qing's lips are fleeting.

The two exchanged each other's smell and breath. The lips that were still slightly cold just now became warm due to the running-in, and the breathing gradually became faster and faster. The oxygen in the body became less and less, as if in a deep breath. At the bottom of the lake, in order to survive, you must get the oxygen you need from the other person's mouth, so you must deepen the intensity of each kiss, but this will only make you lose more oxygen, and no one is willing to give up. He tried harder, and in the process, Meng Qinghuan unconsciously cupped Han Qing's cheek with both hands.

Finally, they left each other when they were really out of breath and their hearts were about to explode, but their foreheads didn't want to leave, they still pressed against each other, gasping for fresh air.

Han Qing lowered his eyebrows and looked at Meng Qinghuan's blushing cheeks due to lack of oxygen. He felt that every cell in his body was screaming and restless. whole body.

He needs this person in front of him, desperately, even if tomorrow is the end of the world, he will drag this person into the taboo darkness and abyss.

So, Meng Qinghuan still felt that his breathing was not evenly balanced, so he suddenly spun, and his feet left the ground. He opened his eyes in horror to see what happened, but all he saw was the ground and Han Qing's walking feet, and his limbs were all dead. It was hanging in the air, and Han Qing's shoulders pushed his stomach very hard. In a panic, he wanted to find something to rely on, but in the end he could only hold Han Qing's clothes to keep his balance. He felt that Han Qing squatted, and then The music in the living room stopped.

"...put it down...let me go...it's uncomfortable..." Meng Qinghuan, who was head-down, felt uncomfortable, but within a few seconds, Meng Qinghuan was almost thrown onto the bed by Han Qing, and he supported it with his elbow Thinking about it, Han Qing was pressed under him in the next second, his hands and feet were imprisoned by Han Qing, and he couldn't move. He could only see Han Qing's burning gaze, and he could only feel the excitement emanating from Han Qing's body. The frantic wildness and scorching temperature.

At this moment, Meng Qinghuan also understood what would happen if the two of them continued. If this happened, the two of them might not be able to communicate as calmly as before, at least Meng Qinghuan thought he was like this.

The nun's mother said that this kind of thing can only be done to the person you like, so... is this person in front of you the person you like?But the person in front of him is "the same" person as himself, which is not accepted by most people, right?

Han Qing, who was attached to Meng Qinghuan's body, did not move for a long time. He just looked at Meng Qinghuan seriously, as if he was thinking about something, and his body's heat gradually dropped. "Are you sure...to continue?" Meng Qinghuan also looked at Meng Qinghuan seriously. Han Qing's tone was hesitant.

"I...need you, I want...want you..." After a few seconds, Han Qing gave an answer to Meng Qinghuan, who was about to cool down, in a low voice.

"...you take a good look, I... am 'same' as you..." Meng Qinghuan slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest that was neither strong nor thin, and his eyes were a little moist, but Han Qinghuan He covered his mouth lightly.

"No matter who you are, whether you are 'like' me or not, I only want that creature called 'Meng Qinghuan', and only you...can make me believe without hesitation..."

Han Qing's words were like the sunshine in winter, not warm, but enough to warm Meng Qinghuan, but his kiss was like a storm that brought Meng Qinghuan to another world that could never be restored...

After some cloud and rain, the two finally parked on the shore to rest like two boats that had experienced a tsunami. Han Qing lay beside Meng Qinghuan, with his face turned away from the other direction. Meng Qinghuan didn't know if he was asleep. The quilt was spread across the two waists, and Han Qing's wheat complexion made Meng Qinghuan's normal white skin look slightly fairer.

The wound on Han Qing's left shoulder that was healed by Meng Qinghuan has long since lost the fierce look of "bare teeth", but it has turned into a tender pink scar, and there are still a few knives across Han Qing's back and arms The scars left behind in different shades of color and shorter are like monuments, recording the road Han Qing has traveled. In Meng Qinghuan's view, they still have lingering fears. If this person hadn't met him back then, would he have Already in that damp and dark place, because of the longest wound on the left shoulder, the ghost died, and what happened today will not happen.

As if with some kind of magical power, Meng Qinghuan turned sideways, and stretched out a finger to slide gently along the longest scar. Han Qing was visibly nervous, but soon relaxed, feeling Meng Qinghuan's pain. Gently ran his fingers over every scar on his body, "Do these wounds still hurt?" Meng Qinghuan's voice became a little hoarse.

"It doesn't hurt a long time ago, I'm used to it." After a while, when Meng Qinghuan thought that Han Qing had fallen asleep, Han Qingcai replied unhappily. Meng Qinghuan pulled up the quilt so that neither of them could feel the coolness.

"Go to sleep, I'm sleepy." Meng Qinghuan felt that his eyelids were too heavy to open. He turned over, turned his back to Han Qing, and tucked his quilt up to his neck, but most of his feet were exposed. He could only You can put your feet under the quilt by curling up your legs, but your back is a little uncovered and it feels cool.

At this time, Meng Qinghuan felt that the person behind him also turned over, and then the coolness on his back was warmed by another chest, and one hand wrapped around his waist.

"From now on, you will bandage my wounds, okay?" The voice of the person behind him was also sleepy.

"...Okay." Meng Qinghuan just responded mechanically.

"...Then it's settled..."

After the voice fell, the breathing of the people behind and the people being hugged became steady.

The night is already deep.

The next morning, Meng Qinghuan woke up naturally from a deep sleep. It was already bright outside the window, and the sunlight shone harshly on his face through the curtains, making him unable to open his eyes and feeling sore all over his body, but he didn't know Where did it hurt? Only when I moved did I feel a burning pain in a specific spot, which made Meng Qinghuan bend over.

Meng Qinghuan suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a kind of strength hugging his waist last night, and he never left. He tentatively put his hands on his waist—nothing, finally opened his eyes, Meng Qinghuan turned to look behind Go, it is an empty place, there is no temperature at all, only the uneven sheets show the traces of someone sleeping, the whole quilt has been covered upright as usual, and the luggage beside the bed is gone , the whole house was quiet, only Meng Qinghuan was alone.

Meng Qinghuan sighed softly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a note lying behind her. Meng Qinghuan picked it up and looked at it——

Thank you for helping me bring my luggage back, it may be a little busy from today, maybe we can't see each other for a while, I will be back.

Not signed.

The word "come back" made Meng Qinghuan more dazzling than the sunlight. Is that person going back to me?Or will you go to the clinic?When will you be back?What are we...?

Meng Qinghuan closed his eyes again, and wrapped the quilt again.

I don't want to go anywhere today, just take a day off.