no one save me

Grandma Lu's cooking skills are very good, at least I haven't had such delicious millet porridge for a long time, and my stiff and painful stomach has been relieved.

"Drink more, if you have a bad stomach, you have to drink some millet porridge to nourish your stomach." Grandma Lu was about to stuff the whole pot of porridge into my bowl.

"No, no, no, I really don't need it, I really can't finish it." My stomach was greatly satisfied. In this kind of tug-of-war, I had almost no chance of winning. After being stuffed with millet porridge, After eating some lotus root flour cake, I leaned on the sofa feeling my bulging stomach.

"Well, this is a good place." Lu Qiao also ate a lot, and he stayed beside me. He was a little shrewd when he took off his glasses. He smiled and said: "My grandma is a Chinese medicine doctor. Take your pulse and rest in my house for a few days."

I never thought that my trip to Suzhou would go in this direction.

Grandma Lu and his wife were going out for a walk in the evening, and they took the dog with them. I remembered my family's "Sesshomaru". Recently, I couldn't walk it because of an injury, so I had to find someone to take care of it first.

"Come to my room and show you my memories of my student days." Lu Qiao pointed to the upstairs and said, "Your room is next to mine. You don't want to go back to the hotel to sleep at night, do you?"

I really do think so.

"My grandma said, you are resting at my house tonight, the old man said so, and the old couple went out to buy the ingredients for tomorrow, preparing to feed you well." Lu Qiao seemed to have expected it a long time ago, he pointed at the table The stone carving on it: "Look at this, tell the old man what you like, the old man's carving skills are still very good, if you can like his calligraphy and painting, he will be even happier."

I looked at the stone carving, it was half carved, but I can already see how the stone carving process is, it is indeed a treasure.

"What do you belong to?" Lu Qiao asked suddenly.

I waved my hand and said helplessly, "I'm not leaving tonight, and you don't give me anything, I won't ask for it."

Lu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud, and said, "So you are most afraid of others giving you things?"

I went to his room with him, the room was tidy, and a row of models and handicrafts were neatly placed on the bookshelf.

"The scrolls inside are all the works of the old man." Lu Qiao pointed to the scrolls placed in the frame next to him, and he said, "The old man's calligraphy is excellent, but it's a pity that none of us have inherited his calligraphy."

There was a whistling wind outside the window, and he asked me: "Mr. Zuo, people have to look forward."

I also looked forward, but some things hurt far more deeply than you imagined.

It's like I can persuade Lu Qiao, but I can't persuade myself.

"I had a dream last night, I dreamed about him." Lu Qiao looked at me, he said: "When the car accident happened that day, I thought I was going to die, but my first reaction was to see him again, if I die I'll never see him again."

I did not speak.

"Then, he didn't look back." Lu Qiao looked at me with his chin in his hands, seemed to think for a while, and continued: "I hope more than anyone that this is just a dream, and more than anyone else that he doesn't know this matter."

He paused and looked at me intently, I think I should have guessed what he was going to say next.

"But it's clear to me, he knows, but he just doesn't look back."

The sound of the door opening came from downstairs. The old couple came back from walking their dogs and bought some vegetables from the supermarket.

This should be the earliest night I lay in bed, but I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Apart from all external factors, I actually expected time to go slower.

"Dong dong" there was a light knock on the door, I sat up subconsciously, and then I heard a voice from outside: "Zuo Qi? Zuo Qi?"

Me: "...a soul?"

The people outside the door may have choked on my words, and after a pause, they whispered: "President Zuo, Qi Zuo? Can I come in?"

"..." I sighed deeply and looked at the time on my phone. It was already eleven o'clock in Beijing time, so I could only say, "Come in."

After the door opened, I saw Lu Qiao wearing pajamas, pointing to his own voice quietly and saying: "I'm dumb..."

I'm a little shocked at how he's hoarse in the middle of the night.

"I was playing with the rabbit lamp in the room, and I was smoked by the fire of the alcohol lamp." He said hoarsely: "That's it."

"Then what should I do?" I looked helplessly at his room, the door was open, and I could see the completed rabbit lamp inside: "Can you still speak?"

"I can't speak." His voice seemed to be really hoarse, and his voice became more and more silent. I doubted that he would use sign language to talk to me in the next second.

"What's wrong with me?" I heard him say that, and before I could speak, he coughed, and the moonlight came in through the window, and I saw faint red blood stains on his palm.

"Go to the hospital." I said.

The hospital is not far from here. When I came to Suzhou, I had already checked the address of the hospital in case of emergency, but I did not expect that Lu Qiao had to do this homework.

Because the old man was there, I didn't want to disturb them. I planned to drive Lu Qiao directly to the hospital, but I didn't drive when I came. Fortunately, Lu Qiao had a car here. I asked him where the car keys were, and he pointed to the room.

I could only go to his room to find him, and he came in after me, and then the door was shut with a snap.

"You..." Before I finished speaking, I saw the rabbit lamp that had been extinguished light up. The big rabbit lamp is not particularly exquisite in craftsmanship, but in all fairness, it looks much better than the ones bought outside.

The warm light shines through the thin paper, and a corner of the dark room lights up.

"Does it look good?" Lu Qiao asked.

I looked at the warm-colored light tubes in the room, and subconsciously smiled, probably understanding what he meant, and before he could react, I pushed him against the wall and kissed him on the side of the lips.

Sure enough, the blood was fake, it smelled sweet, like brown sugar.

"Huh?" He raised his brows in surprise, and what he greeted was my more presumptuous kiss. He was right, one must always look forward, and no one can always bury themselves in the past.

……

The next morning, when Grandma Lu was taking my pulse, she frowned slightly and said a few words, then she glanced at Lu Qiao, who was walking stiltedly, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I didn't sleep well last night." Lu Qiao yawned, and leaned on the sofa with his back, looking drowsy. Mr. Lu hit his arm with a walking stick, neither light nor heavy, just right It can make Lu Qiao sober.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts!" His face was a little pale, and I felt a little soft-hearted when I saw his pleading eyes, so I had to say, "It was us last night... Well, I know the bed, so I can't sleep even with Lu Qiao .”

"Is that so?" Mr. Lu thought about taking back his crutches, and before going out for a walk with Grandma Lu, he did not forget to threaten: "Aqiao, take care of your friend, did you hear what your grandma said? Out of balance, stagnation of liver qi, it needs to be well recuperated."

"I know, I know." Lu Qiao said quickly.

"I'll take your friend to my study later. I got some new ones in the morning. This word can be rated at the provincial level. Remember to frame it, you know?" The old man is getting older, but he looks more energetic than me and Lu Qiao Three minutes later, the crutches tapped the ground: "Your grandma and I went out first, you stay at home obediently."

When the old man and the old lady went out, Lu Qiao lay on the sofa as if he had no bones all over his body, his face turned pale from a night of tossing, he took off his glasses and put them aside, his eyes were covered by his broken hair, feeling weak Said: "How is your wound?"

"It's okay." I said.

"I'm not good." He wiped his face depressedly, and then tried to sit up, but he didn't dare, so he could only lean on the sofa slowly, and said with a depleted look: "I really like you so much, I don't want to hurt you."

I'm always a little embarrassed when he says that.

"Zuo Qi." He looked at me and waved at me. I leaned over and was pulled by him. He whispered in my ear, "Look, it's actually not difficult to look forward, don't you like it?"

"..." I couldn't answer this question against my will, so I hesitated for a moment before nodding: "I like it."

"Do you like me then?" he asked me.

I looked at him, and when I was about to answer, he came up to me and kissed me: "I'm not in a hurry before you answer after you think it through."

The words "I like you" stuck in my throat, and my heart was pounding upwards. I looked at this face that was close at hand. Just a month ago, we were still rivals. Who would have thought that things are impermanent?

"Do you want to ask me why I am suddenly willing to do the next one?" He asked me.

I did have some doubts, but without asking, he told me the answer himself, he said: "Because I think I don't have to rely on him. Since I look forward, I have to abandon the previous things and find new ones. I like you, I like you, so I am willing, I don't want you to get hurt again... who made you..."

His eyes were lowered, and he landed on my waist and abdomen, which was a little cracked last night, and the bed was stained with blood in the morning, and the two of us washed the sheets all morning.

"It's so easy to get hurt," he said.

I do get hurt easily, and when I think about it, I do.

I didn't continue to stay at Lu Qiao's house, but went back to the hotel, changed my medicine, and lay on the bed. Lu Qiao didn't come with me, and he still stayed at his house. In his words: "I can stop you At night, I just want you to think clearly. If you think clearly and are willing to be with me, we will be together. If you don’t want to, it doesn’t matter tonight. We two, neither of us is at a disadvantage, even if A bedmate."

I thought about it all afternoon, and at night, I sent him a message, saying, "Is your waist better?"

"Do I need to check out of my hotel room?" he replied immediately.

I said, "Yes, I'll take you back to the hotel."