Mindful

In fact, Qiao Yuanlin was not a crying child since he was a child. The white coat could not deter him, and the teacher was not as strict as his parents. Therefore, although his health was not good, he was stronger than children of the same age.

Back then on the platform wept so heartbroken, the train left anyway, and the surname Liang couldn't see him.Tonight was close at hand, and as soon as the tears filled his eyes, Liang Cheng stroked the end of his eyes.

Qiao Yuanlin dodged quickly, losing face, and rubbed roughly with the back of her hand.He broke away from Liang Cheng's arms and said, "Mosquitoes are so annoying, I, I went in first."

The house is silent, and there are two dishes and one soup in the refrigerator.Qiao Yuanlin lost her appetite, so she went into the room and lay face down on the bed peacefully.

Not long after, Liang Cheng knocked on the door and came in, holding a cup of hot milk, and said, "Take a shower after drinking."

It's up to you, Qiao Yuanlin said in a muffled voice, "I won't wash it."

Liang Cheng put the milk on the bedside table and said, "Just wash it, you're in the hospital during the day, it's not clean."

Qiao Yuanlin got up: "You think I'm dirty, why are you hugging me?"

Liang Cheng put on a speechless look, which made Qiao Yuanlin feel a little relieved. He picked up the milk, and the noble young master questioned the bodyguard: "Where is my suitcase?"

"The living room." Liang Cheng asked, "Fired?"

There was a layer of milk stains on Qiao Yuanlin's lips, he sucked it in and said, "No, but I was kicked out of the interview department."

Liang Chengdao: "For what reason, I'm going to find Sun Zhuo—"

"No." Qiao Yuanlin returned the empty cup to Liang Cheng, and lay down on the bed again, "You are not allowed to meddle in my business, I am sleepy and need to sleep."

Liang Cheng took him helpless, at least at the moment.

Qiao Yuanlin rolled up the quilt, wrapped himself up, turned off the light, looked at Liang Cheng's back at the door, and asked subconsciously: "Are you really not leaving?"

Liang Cheng said, "Yes."

Qiao Yuanlin came back to his senses, unable to tell the difference between rationality and anger, he drew a clear line and said, "It has nothing to do with me."

The door was gently closed, Liang Cheng smiled and sighed, it was too late, he pushed open the door of the guest room, ready to have a good sleep.

When he was a child, he lacked a sense of security. Over time, he slept very lightly, and would wake up at the slightest sign of trouble. The situation has become more and more serious over the years.

After leaving Pinghai, in a strange country and city, Liang Cheng always had nightmares, and when he woke up, the veins on the back of his hands clutching the edge of the bed bulged out. He was afraid that someone might not be careful.

After the heart night passed, Liang Cheng slept until dawn.

Qiao Yuanlin simply slept until noon, got up to take a bath, ate a full meal and went back to bed to take a nap. The phone was always turned off, and spent the whole weekend in a decadent retreat.

On Sunday night, he had to face reality. In the trash can, he found the piece of paper written by Sun Zhuo, unfolded it, and there was a name and a string of mobile phone numbers written on it.

Qiao Wenyuan and He Jie went for a walk, and there were no tigers in the mountains. Qiao Yuanlin sat at the table as the head of the family, dialed the number, and only after seven or eight rings did he get through.

"Hello, who is it?"

It was an impatient female voice, quite loud. Qiao Yuanlin was stunned for two seconds. He didn't know the position of the other party, so he said, "Hi, is this Teacher Bao?"

"I'm Bao Chunshan." The woman said, "I'm busy now, so speak quickly if you have something to say."

Qiao Yuanlin hurriedly said: "Mr. Bao has long admired me. I am Qiao Yuanlin from the interview department. Director Sun wrote me—"

Bao Chunshan interrupted him: "Okay, I see. Find me on the twelfth floor tomorrow."

"Ah, okay." Qiao Yuanlin asked, "Am I still in charge of doing interviews?"

Bao Chunshan scolded him the first time he was transferred: "Are you a reporter who doesn't run interviews and run marathons? Ask nonsense! I'll arrive early tomorrow, and I'm too busy helping my kids with their homework. I'm dead!"

There was already a busy tone on the phone, and Qiao Yuanlin was yelled at for a long time. For some reason, Bao Chunshan's voice sounded familiar to him, especially when he shouted loudly.

The door lock turned, Liang Cheng was on duty today and came from the hospital.

Qiao Yuanlin found someone to vent his anger on, and said, "It's late at night, do you think this is a hotel?"

That night exposed fragility and tears, like a puppy showing its soft belly, and now it is belatedly awkward, baring its teeth to find trouble.Liang Chengli stood at the entrance and said, "The economy is in a downturn, so I'll run errands to earn extra money."

"Running errands" is a sensitive word, Qiao Yuanlin immediately disregarded the responsibility: "I didn't let you run."

"I didn't mention you." Liang Cheng held a bottle of laundry detergent in his left hand, "My mother said that the brand at home smells bad, so I asked me to buy a new bottle for her."

Qiao Yuanlin pretended to be sentimental, picked up his mobile phone and stood up, but Liang Cheng came to block the way, stretched out his right hand that was behind his back, and held a large bag of snacks in his hand.

"I bought it by the way." Liang Cheng said.

Black chocolate wafers, dried sweet potatoes, tofu in chicken sauce, egg yolk crisps... It was Qiao Yuanlin's favorite food back then.Liang Cheng was playing tricks on him, and he wasn't fooled: "Do you think I'm still old enough to be greedy? I'm already 24."

"Oh." Liang Cheng asked unexpectedly, "Is that the end of summer's birthday, or the end of the year?"

Qiao Yuanlin was taken aback. He almost revealed his secrets at the wedding. He forgot about it these days. Should he confess now or continue to lie?

"Birthday that year..." he hesitated, "I lied to you."

Liang Cheng remembered the wrong days for eight years, but the sun, the stadium and the wish by the lake on that day are still vivid in his memory. Even if the truth is revealed, he will probably never forget it.

He asked: "That day this year, is it still over?"

Qiao Yuanlin shook his head: "I already know, why bother to deceive myself and others."

Liang Cheng said, "What if I am willing to continue being fooled?"

The two were absent-mindedly deadlocked, their thoughts drifting back to that summer, until Qiao Wenyuan came back from a walk with He Jie, they regained their spirits and pretended to be calm.

Qiao Wenyuan greeted: "Liang Cheng, accompany me to have a cup of Kung Fu tea."

"Okay." Liang Cheng pulled out the chair and saw the crumpled paper on the table, "Bao Chunshan?"

Qiao Yuanlin picked it up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liang Cheng thought for a while and said, "If I remember correctly, she is Xiao Le's mother in the back alley of Wanping."