Senior, follow me

"You... have you encountered something that doesn't go your way?" Fang Qiao took a sip of wine, thinking about what to say, "You look distressed."

Zhang Fan was stunned, and smiled wryly, "Is it so obvious?"

Fang Qiao nodded, "That's right, I used wine to relieve my worries, with a look of being troubled by love."

Zhang Fan was startled and almost jumped up from his seat, "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, you know for yourself." Fang Qiao ignored him, and opened another bottle of wine on his own, "Aren't you still thinking about Zicheng?"

"Of course that's impossible!" Zhang Fan embarrassedly denied it, and after a moment of silence, he languished again, "It's not Yan Zicheng, it's another person."

"Another person?" Fang Qiao thought for a while, and guessed roughly, "Is it Jian Junhao?"

Zhang Fan's body trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to deny it, but his lips moved a few times, but he didn't say anything.

He didn't say anything, so Fang Qiao took it as his acquiescence, and continued, "I've already seen that he likes you. What's the matter, did he tell you the truth?"

Zhang Fan hid his face in the shadows, and asked in a low voice, "How did you find out? Actually, you don't know me at all, right?"

"I don't need to know you to see this kind of thing." Fang Qiao sneered, "You don't know, do you? Ever since you had an accident on the stage, Jian Junhao has never been on stage again."

Zhang Fan was shocked, and finally raised his head, "What did you say?"

"I said, Jian Junhao, I will never be on stage again." Fang Qiao looked at him with deep eyes, and said word by word, "When he stands on the stage, he will feel sick and twitch, so after you drop out of school, he I never did a stage play again.”

Zhang Fan murmured incredulously, "How...how did this happen..."

"That's the truth, I don't need to lie to you." Fang Qiao shrugged, "I told you this just to let you know that your influence on Jian Junhao is terrible, but you don't know it That's all."

"Jian Junhao deliberately dealt with Zicheng for you. Originally, because of this festival, I would not help him. But..." Fang Qiao paused at this point, "But Zicheng does owe you something , he wants you to be happy, and so do I. So... Maybe you can open your eyes and take a good look to see who is worthy of your dedication and love. In that case, maybe happiness is something that is within your reach. "

Zhang Fan was silent for a long time, until he drank all the bottles of beer, and then staggered away.

Fang Qiao turned around to look at him, and couldn't help laughing when she noticed Jian Junhao's figure meeting him under the street lamp.

In this case, Yan Zicheng can probably feel at ease.

After the birthday party, the relationship between Yan Zicheng and Fang Qiao became closer, perhaps because they had established their own life circle, their courage gradually grew, like a thriving sapling, growing into a towering tree.

Love is fragile, but when it is strong enough, it will become a fortress to protect two people against all wind and rain outside.

At this time, as if God was going to test them, the rocks of life finally appeared.

The cause of the incident was a phone call.

When the phone rang, Yan Zicheng was cooking in the kitchen and couldn't spare his hands, so he asked Fang Qiao to pick it up.

Fang Qiao copied Yan Zicheng's cell phone and picked it up without looking at it carefully.

In the kitchen, Yan Zicheng waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Fang Qiao's movement. He came out curiously with a spatula, "Who is it? It took so long to call—"

What he met was Fang Qiao's pale face and the beeping cell phone in his hand.

Early the next morning, Yan Zicheng took the earliest flight back to Beijing.

It was his father's current wife who called.They almost never spoke, so once this call came, his fate was already doomed.

Yan Jiming, that is, Yan Zicheng's biological father, suddenly fainted while going to work, and the hospital's examination result was cancer, which was already at an advanced stage.

Fang Qiao always feels that those messy incurable diseases are just regulars in TV dramas, and if they are put into life, they will be a bloody mess.However, when he received that phone call and listened to the trembling voice of the woman on the other end, his heart was really tightened, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

He was like this, let alone Yan Zicheng.Although Yan Jiming's father is not very good, he is still connected with Yan Zicheng by blood.Yan Zicheng's mother had passed away, and Yan Jiming was his only remaining relative in this world, and it was impossible for him to remain indifferent no matter what.

Fang Qiao originally wanted to go with her, but was stopped by Yan Zicheng.He hasn't come out to his family yet, and he can't explain his relationship with Fang Qiao. To be on the safe side, he decided to go to Beijing alone.

Fang Qiao argued for a long time, but finally compromised.

Three days later, he received a call from Yan Zicheng.The other party's voice was extremely tired, and he coughed a few times from time to time, which made Fang Qiao feel very distressed.

"Senior, let me find you. You are not in good health. What if you exhaust yourself? I will help you a lot!"

Yan Zicheng was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Fang Qiao, I can't let my father know my sexual orientation when he is sick like this, so..."

"It's okay!" Fang Qiao interrupted him eagerly, "Just say that I'm your junior, and we have a good relationship. I'm worried, so why don't you come over and help?"

"But I don't want that!" Yan Zicheng became excited, "Fang Qiao, I don't want that! I don't want to tell others that you are just my friend, and I don't want to lie about our relationship. In that case...it would be too unfair to you It's..."

Fang Qiao was taken aback, a warm current surged in her heart, and she slowed down her voice, "Senior, I understand what you mean, but things have priorities, and sometimes we have to accept the reality. I'm really fine, I know it's okay I won't feel uncomfortable about the way, you don't have to worry about me, really."

Yan Zicheng stopped talking, resisted with silence, and finally hung up the phone.

Fang Qiao stared at the darkened cell phone in a daze, and sighed helplessly.

After another three days, Fang Qiao still asked for leave, bought a ticket and flew to Beijing.

Before leaving, all his friends came to see him off and asked him to send them blessings, and he agreed and thanked them one by one.

Zhang Fan and Jian Junhao also came, their posture was very intimate, Fang Qiao noticed it at a glance, and couldn't help smiling.

Zhang Fan looked worried and said a lot.Jian Junhao remained silent until Fang Qiao was about to leave, "Thank you, Fang Qiao."

Fang Qiao glanced at him, but said nothing.He was helping Zhang Fan, not Jian Junhao. Jian Junhao was just lucky and got some credit.

After getting off the plane, Fang Qiao hurried to the hospital. He had already obtained Yan Jiming's ward number from Yan Zicheng's set intentionally or unintentionally, so he went straight to the target and knocked on the white door.

It was Yan Zicheng who came to open the door. As soon as he opened the door, he froze on the spot.

"Zicheng, who is that outside?" A man's slightly aged voice came from inside the room.

Yan Zicheng came back to his senses, glared at Fang Qiao fiercely, and reluctantly stepped aside to let Fang Qiao in.

"Dad, this is mine..." He got stuck in the middle of the introduction.

Fang Qiao took it up in a good manner, "Hello, uncle, I am a junior in my senior's university. I am a sophomore this year, and my senior is always nice to me. I heard about you, so I want to come and help."

Yan Jiming's face was sallow due to serious illness. When he saw Fang Qiao at this moment, he finally showed some joy on his face. With Yan Zicheng's help, he sat up halfway and stretched out his hand to Fang Qiao, "Oh, so it's Zicheng's junior, really. Thank you for your hard work!"

Fang Qiao quickly held his hand, smiled and said it was not hard.

Yan Zicheng stood aside, watching coldly, with a complicated expression.

Yan Jiming was weak and exhausted. After chatting with Fang Qiao for a while, he became tired and fell asleep leaning against the pillow.Yan Zicheng helped him lie down, and dragged Fang Qiao out.

"Didn't I tell you not to come?" Yan Zicheng stood in the corridor with his arms crossed, and said angrily.

"Aren't I worried..." Fang Qiao blinked innocently, with a flattering expression, "I was afraid that you would be too sad and tired, and would wear down your body, so I came to help."

Yan Zicheng looked at his pitiful appearance, his heart softened, and he sighed helplessly, "Actually... I'm not very sad..."

"Really?" Fang Qiao looked at no one around, and held Yan Zicheng's hand.Those hands were cold, and seemed to be colder than usual, Fang Qiao couldn't help but clenched tighter.

Yan Zicheng lowered his eyes, stared at the clasped palms, and whispered, "...it's fake."

After speaking, he pursed his lips, his eyes were a little sore.

Yan Jiming, an irresponsible father, left him and his mother when he was not self-reliant, and went to live a happy life alone; when he was still in college, he tried every means to deceive him. The only house left by my mother...

But now, he is lying on the hospital bed, seriously ill, his time is running out, his newly married wife is immature and has no assertiveness, and the son in the new family is still young and ignorant.

What a joyful scene, he should feel happy, but...

He just felt sad and wanted to cry.

Maybe it's because the scene of his father holding him and playing with him when he was young is still in his memory, maybe it's because the way his father treated his mother tenderly in the past is still in his mind... In short, when Yan Zicheng returned to Beijing and opened the door of the ward , when he saw his frail and thin father lying on the bed with an embarrassed smile on his face, the cynicism he had prepared for a long time disappeared, and there was nothing left.

That's his father, no matter how bastard he is, it's still his father, half of his blood is dripping on his body.

His father fell ill, and the doctor said that there was only one month left at most.

Yan Zicheng stared at the doctor's lips that kept opening and closing, feeling the pain in his heart, the pain made him a little dazed, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

At most... there is only one month left?

The doctor's voice seemed to overlap with that of many years ago.

At that time, before his mother's sick bed, Yan Zicheng vaguely remembered that he had heard similar words.

He didn't know what he did wrong, why God always tortured him with disease.Let him be weak for the rest of his life, why should he take away his relatives again and again?

And he didn't tell Fang Qiao about this.

If possible, he hoped that Fang Qiao could be happier and not be disturbed by his negative emotions.

However, at this moment, when Fang Qiao was standing in front of him, holding his hand, with focused eyes, Yan Zicheng finally couldn't lie anymore.

"That's fake..." He choked up and leaned into his arms, "That's fake...Actually, I...I'm really sad..."

Actually, I'm... really sad, very sad...

In fact, I... want you to come a long time ago...

Good thing you're here, really.

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