forgotten island

The next day, Nan Qing was busy arranging the bouquets at the flower shop, and just as she was arranging them, the wind chime at the door rang, tinkling.He put down the flower branches he was pruning, and raised his head. Zhang Chengyi was standing in front of him wearing a coat. There was a lot of snow on the brown coat, and he didn't know how long he stood outside.

"What are you doing here?" The tone was repulsive again.

Zhang Chengyi was already immune, he smiled, his brows and eyes were well curved: "I'm here to buy flowers."

Nan Qing pursed his lips and watched vigilantly. After a few seconds, Nan Qing asked, "What flowers do you want?"

Zhang Chengyi stretched out his finger and said, "You just put it down."

"The flowers haven't been pruned well, and they haven't matched well."

Zhang Chengyi: "It's okay, I can wait."

Nan Qing glanced at him, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word, and lowered his head to fiddle with the flowers on the table.

Zhang Chengyi looked at Nan Qing the whole time, watching Nan Qing's slender fingers fiddling with the bouquet, the green stalks were pinched in Nan Qing's slender, white fingers, it was extraordinarily beautiful, Zhang Chengyi watched intently, wandering from fingers to Nan Qing On Qing's face, you can see his slightly biting lip from his eyebrows.When Nan Qing lowered his head, his eyes were always covered, only his long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly with his movements and breathing, and his soft hair also fell forward, casting a small shadow , making his already small face even smaller and thinner.

After a few minutes, Nanqing tied it up, and he put the flowers on the table casually: "It's done."

Zhang Chengyi glanced at the somewhat random bunch of flowers. Every flower, every piece of cellophane, and every decoration on it was telling Zhang Chengyi how impatient Nan Qing was. Zhang Chengyi looked back and asked, "How much is it?" ?”

Nan Qing gave a random number, Zhang Chengyi scanned the QR code and paid, the bouquet of flowers was still on the spot, Zhang Chengyi didn't go to get it, turned around and left.

Nan Qing reminded: "You forgot your flowers."

Zhang Chengyi's hand was pinched on the doorknob, and the wind chime was on top of his head. Zhang Chengyi could touch it if he was a few centimeters taller. He turned his head to the side, leaving Nan Qing with a pretty profile: "For you. If you don't like it, you can throw it away." Then the door was opened, and with the crisp sound of wind chimes, Zhang Chengyi walked out of the flower shop.

When Zhang Chengyi walked out, he secretly glanced at Nanqing from outside the glass door, but fortunately Nanqing didn't respond, he just froze for a second, then lowered his head and began to trim other flowers.

Fortunately, he didn't lose it.Zhang Chengyi thought happily.

While waiting for Nanqing to get off work, Zhang Chengyi took the time to visit the studio to check on the progress.When he returned to the flower shop from the studio, he found that Nan Qing had left work early, and Zhang Chengyi was a little disappointed. It was impossible for him to go to Nan Qing's house for no reason, otherwise it would backfire and make Nan Qing even more disgusted.

He lit a cigarette irritably, leaned against the side of the car and smoked it little by little. After stamping out the cigarette butt, he bent down to pick it up, and walked towards the trash can, and then he saw the bunch he gave Nanqing this morning The flower, lying alone in the dirty trash can, is out of place.

Zhang Chengyi stood there for a long time before he remembered that he was here to throw out the trash. He deliberately avoided the bunch of flowers, threw the cigarette butt into another big green trash can, rubbed his face, and left in a bad mood. up.

The next day, Zhang Chengyi came to the flower shop in the afternoon, and bought another bouquet of flowers for Nan Qing just like yesterday, but this time Nan Qing didn't give him face like yesterday, but presented the flowers to Zhang Chengyi in front of Zhang Chengyi. Throw it in the trash can in the flower shop, and then said to Zhang Chengyi coldly: "Don't come, don't waste any more flowers."

Zhang Chengyi's heart is still made of flesh, it's strange if it doesn't hurt: "If you don't throw it away, it won't be wasted."

Nan Qing looked up at him, his eyes full of guard and distance: "Then don't send him off."

Zhang Chengyi swallowed uncomfortably: "Is it from me, you don't like it, so don't want it?"

Nan Qing didn't stop what he was doing, the scissors cut off the excess leaves with a "click": "Yes."

Concise and concise, with just one word, Zhang Chengyi was caught off guard and the entire army was wiped out.

Zhang Chengyi's gaze still fell on Nan Qing's face. Nan Qing's expression was calm, and his movements of trimming the flower branches were skillful and quick, as if the word "yes" just now didn't matter at all.

It doesn't matter if he will be sad, it doesn't matter if he will give up.

give up……

Isn't all Nanqing's coldness and rejection just to make him give up?

After Nan Qing trimmed the flowers on hand, he didn't even look at Zhang Chengyi: "Don't you want to go? Later, there will be guests coming to pick up the flowers. It's very annoying for you to stand here."

What Nan Qing said was blatantly ugly, but Zhang Chengyi didn't move. He watched Nan Qing tie up the little daisies and other decorated dried flowers seriously and carefully, and he had completely different attitudes towards the flowers he wanted.His eyes were a little sour, which reminded him of Nan Qing smiling and receiving flowers in the car.

At that time, he wanted to know who that man was?What is the relationship with Nanqing?Look familiar feeling?But out of respect and trust for Nanqing, he didn't ask or investigate.Of course, he did not have the identity and qualifications to ask Nan Qing.

But today...Looking at the familiar bouquet, he couldn't help but ask. It wasn't that Nan Qing had an affair with that man, he just wanted to know who was the one who could make Nan Qing accept the flowers and smile so happily .

"Is it for that man?"

Nan Qing still had hemp thread wrapped around his hand. The thread had just been tied a few times around the flower stem. He blinked his eyes slowly. Zhang Chengyi's humiliating words to him before appeared without warning. Nan Qing His eyes were dim, and he raised his chin: "Zhang Chengyi, do you think that as long as there is a man next to me, I will flirt with him, kiss him, and have sex with him?"

"I……"

"Zhang Chengyi, I'm not as dirty as you. I won't be like you. I can be hard on someone I don't like. I can have sex with so many people at the same time. I'm not a duck." When Nan Qing spoke, his eyes were flat Yes, like a pool of lifeless water, without even a shimmer.

Zhang Chengyi's face turned pale when he said it, and Nan Qing said the stupid things he did before in a simple and unwavering manner. This was one of the countless gullies that straddled the two of them, but it was the ugliest The deepest and dirtiest.No matter how much Zhang Chengyi makes amends, no matter how many words I love you, he can't smooth it over.

Zhang Chengyi explained: "That's not what I meant." His tone was full of guilt.

Nan Qing: "I don't care if you mean it or not, but now, I want you to go, and I don't want you to appear in front of me. Is that okay?"

As soon as Nan Qing finished speaking, the wind chime rang. Nan Qing's crotch-down face immediately changed. He moved his body and looked back.

"Mr. Ye's flowers are ready." Nan Qing smiled, holding flowers in his hands, as if giving flowers to his lover.

That Mr. Ye seemed to see something was wrong with the atmosphere, walked around Zhang Chengyi, and stood beside him. When he was picking up the flowers, he glanced at Zhang Chengyi, and then lowered his body. It was a very gentlemanly and polite distance. Qing whispered in his ear, "Do you need help?"

Nan Qing was taken aback for a moment, and then glanced at Zhang Chengyi. Sure enough, the air pressure in Zhang Chengyi's whole body was frighteningly low, and his eyes were fixed on them.Nan Qing smiled, you see, this person didn't mean that when he said it, but he verified my words one by one in his behavior.

"No, thank you, Mr. Ye." Nan Qing replied.

The voices of the two people were very soft, so Zhang Chengyi naturally didn't hear anything. In his eyes, the behavior of the two people was very intimate. Even if the distance was very polite, it made Zhang Chengyi feel dazzling. Unhappiness and jealousy, as if trying to escape from something, he left without looking back.

Zhang Chengyi was outside alone, biting a cigarette, and kept looking at the time on his watch. After 10 minutes, the person surnamed Ye left.

What are they talking about in there?

doing what?

Zhang Chengyi felt irritable and helpless, he stood motionless by the flower bed not far from the door, staring stubbornly at the glass door, the glass door opened and closed, people came in and out, but Nan Qing never came out again.Nan Qing was angry, Zhang Chengyi didn't dare to go in, he could only wait patiently, there was only one door for Nan Qing to get off work, as long as he waited, he wouldn't be afraid that Nan Qing wouldn't come out.

Sure enough, when it was time to get off work, Nanqing came out without carrying a piano on his back. It seemed that he didn't intend to go to the park or square to play the cello today.Zhang Chengyi immediately followed, Nan Qing seemed to have predicted that Zhang Chengyi would follow, there was no surprise on his face, it was indifferent.

"Nanqing, what I said this afternoon doesn't mean that." Zhang Chengyi was eager to explain, but like a child who just learned a few words, he didn't know how to express his meaning, and he just said one sentence over and over again, which didn't mean that.

Nan Qing was annoyed, so he didn't answer. He bent down silently and unlocked the bicycle. He wiped the melted snow on the seat with his gloves. He held the handle and pushed it forward. He didn't push it. But he saw Zhang Chengyi tugging on his back seat and not letting him go.

"Zhang Chengyi?"

Seeing Nan Qing looking at him, Zhang Chengyi immediately repeated: "I really didn't mean that."

Nan Qing was already very tired from work all day, and he really didn't have the heart to deal with Zhang Chengyi, so he could only say perfunctorily that he knew.

How could Zhang Chengyi not see Nan Qing's perfunctory intentions? He anxiously tightened his grip on the back seat, fearing that if he let go of his hand, Nan Qing would disappear before his eyes. Jealous, I'm afraid that you will like others, I'm afraid that you don't like me anymore, no, it's not what you think..."

Nan Qing was almost amused by Zhang Chengyi's words, he looked at him incredulously, and said with a smile in his tone, "Zhang Chengyi, what confidence do you have that I still like you?"

Before Zhang Chengyi finished speaking, when he heard Nan Qing say this, he opened his mouth slightly and looked at him blankly. The lethality of these words was greater than any ugly words Nan Qing said.For a moment, Zhang Chengyi's mind went blank, as if all the things in his mind were wiped out in an instant, like a blizzard just happened, leaving only a piece of white snow and ice cold.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, the brief moment of being at a loss almost killed all Zhang Chengyi's self-confidence.

Fortunately, being blank is just a rational transition, and it just makes Zhang Chengyi feel more pain.

He understood Nan Qing's words, so he became afraid.

What is it called?

How confident are you that I still like you?

Does Nan Qing not like me?

Does he not like me?

Zhang Chengyi panicked, completely panicked, more panicked than ever, Nan Qing finally strangled his lifeline, pinched his neck, and could kill him with just a little more force, Zhang Chengyi was lingering on his last breath, disturbing In my memories, in every suffocating memory, I try to find a breathing hole.

He needs a space for him to breathe.

The winter wind is blowing...

so cold.....

it's too cold……

Zhang Chengyi's eyes began to turn red, and he took a step forward, as if he had exhausted all his strength: "Nan Qing, you said that you don't want to like me anymore, it's not that you don't like me anymore. You said... You can’t lie, Nanqing, you can’t dislike me.” Zhang Chengyi became more and more uncomfortable as he spoke, tears streaming down like this, embarrassed and hot, “I beg you. Please don’t dislike me. Okay? ?”

Then Nan Qing saw Zhang Chengyi, who was full of tears, looking at himself with his red eyes from crying, slowly bent down, and then knelt down on the ice and snow with his knees bent, stretching out his hands to pinch the corner of Nan Qing's clothes Say in one sentence: "I beg you, please like me again."