Chosen unlucky guy

No one can answer this question, as if He Jingle has lived for 20 years, suffering from constant minor disasters, only to realize for the first time that there is no possibility of any relationship being replaced; the real anxiety and sorrow in the world have disappeared, and He has been spinning in circles from beginning to end, and has never left Xinshou Village.

He always thought that he was unlucky and unlucky, but today he realized that he was the one in a million who escaped the real joys and sorrows of the world.

It's all right now, the real world where life and death can't be obtained is chasing him head-on, he doesn't even have the right to escape, he can only stand where he is and cry.

He Jingle suddenly remembered that he used to watch cartoons, and there was a line in it saying that death is not the end, but oblivion is. So if he stands here for a second longer today, does the real Zhao Yuansi disappear a second sooner?

He thinks he has done a great good, but if he really wants to say that, he is not so open and aboveboard. He just stole other people's lives under the most high-sounding banner.

He suddenly felt very cold, gritted his teeth, and trembled without saying a word. When Ju Tingping woke up, he saw his smile and the picture of telling him to go home for dinner was still circling in his mind, making him think over and over again. : Why am I nothing?

He doesn't want to be He Jingle anymore, he wants to be the beautiful little girl Xin Sui can hold hands and walk in the campus openly, and also wants to be the Zhao Yuansi whom Ju Tingping misses day and night.

He Jingle was thinking vaguely, his shoulders suddenly sank, and it was Xin Sui who put his hand on it.The distance between the two of them drew closer, he paused, and gently put his head on it; the very big Young Master He now looked like a small ball that could be carried away in his pocket, the hospital corridor The place was eerily quiet, and after a while, he heard Xin Sui say:

"I didn't really believe in destiny before, but now I do. Jing Le, your appearance here is a coincidence with a very low probability, so don't think about who you will be. You were chosen by Zhao Yuansi in the dark. Sure, it's just someone who helps him take another look at his mother."

He Jingle's head moved, revealing a red mark, his eyes were closed, and after a long time, he replied in a strong nasal voice: "Yes."

The two of them sat at the door until Zhao Yuanjun, who had talked with the doctor, came back, and was hurriedly persuaded by the latter who looked at the watch: "Xiao Le?... Don't sleep here, it's too late now, hurry up and go back." School."

"Hey, sister—"

He Jingle was pushed out for several steps by her in bewilderment, and then he slowly grabbed her wrist, and said a little forcefully: "No, it's too late, I don't trust you here by yourself."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanjun finally smiled, as if all the elder sisters in the world were like this, they would treat their younger brothers like children even when they were seven or eighty years old.She lost the frightened look she had when she was on the phone, and quickly reached out to touch He Jingle's face: "Come on, you have such a big ass, what are you worrying about?"

"I'm already twenty!" Young Master He called out aggrievedly.

"Eighty is useless, I still have class tomorrow, go back to sleep now!"

He Jingle reasonably suspects that everyone in the world except himself has memorized his curriculum. Seeing that this trick is not working, he rolled his eyes and immediately said: "But it is already 10:30, our school The door is closed early, you let us go and we can only go to the hotel, why not stay here with you—or we each take a step back and take turns. You take a rest first, find a place to sleep for a while, You will come to replace us in the second half of the peak night, okay?"

It's a pity that Zhao Yuanjun's ears are harder than the senior Xin next to him when he has been struggling in the workplace for so long, and he doesn't listen to anything. The two of them were finally kicked out of the hospital in despair and found a hotel nearby. Rest your feet.

It's just that the matter was not over yet, the two passed by the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, and late at night there were sparsely populated patients and their families. Xin Sui was a little behind, looking at the navigation map to the hotel, but as they walked, they bumped into each other. He landed on He Jingle who was standing still; when he raised his head, he saw that the other party was staring blankly at one place, and then looked over: there was a person lying on the bench in the innermost row, and the clothes were so damn familiar ——

It was Ji Hancen who I just met today, I didn't expect this point to appear here.

On the one hand, He Jingle felt that he was too much of a loser, otherwise he wouldn't be able to meet this person everywhere, but on the other hand, he could clearly see Ji Hancen's depraved appearance of exhaling too much, and the other party was just like that. Lying there quietly, people are very worried that they will hang up in the next moment.

He struggled and hesitated for a while, and repeated the words that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda three times in his mind, and finally looked up at Xin Sui: "Xin Sui, I think..."

As a result, Xin Sui walked over there first as if he was waiting for his words. It’s really not that the whole family does not enter the same door. No wonder they can get married with him. The co-author is the living Buddha promotion. The plastic bag of the Virgin's heart; he trotted to follow, and heard his understanding, gentle and generous boyfriend frowned and said, "He doesn't look very good."

That's true, because it's only when you walk up close that you can see that the clothes on Ji Hancen's body are only slightly in touch with him in the morning, but wherever they are exposed, there are large and small wounds, old and new. Scabs have formed, and some are still bleeding.

The two stopped in front of Ji Hancen, probably aware of the unusual black figure in front of him. The latter frowned, and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw their faces clearly, he immediately grinned: "Yo , He Jingle, what a coincidence."

Ji Hancen blocked Xin Sui unilaterally, and got up from the bench unsteadily: "Why did you come to the hospital?"

He Jingle was in a bad mood, even looking at his messy injuries: "You don't have to worry about it, I'm passing by to see if you can still catch your breath—hey, how are you? Did you call the doctor?" ?”

Ji Hancen was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face was put away. The fresh scar on his forehead that had not scabbed was dripping blood from the end of his eyebrows. During the day, his villainous look was completely gone, and he wiped his face casually. , replied in a low voice: "Called."

"……Oh."

He Jingle nodded, feeling that there was nothing to care about, turned around and pulled Xin Sui to leave.

"Brother Xiaole," but the other party suddenly called him from behind, almost urgently, "You—"

The long-lost address stunned both of them, so He Jingle still couldn't make up his mind and left. He turned around, looked at Ji Hancen and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"No, just call me." Ji Hancen's previous pitiful expression was gone, and he replaced it with a cheap smile, "He Jingle, I found out, why are you still so soft-hearted? Don't, save me one day. The three of us are not happy if we really want to do this again."

Ji Hancen's words were close to pointing at Sang Sang and scolding Huai Huai, his eyes lingered around, and finally fell on He Jingle, and then said: "Next time we meet, you don't have to worry about me whether I live or die."

"Or, you can just treat me as dead, okay?"

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Ji Hancen's bad looks really look like I'm writing a thesis, always saying: Otherwise, I'm dead.