Don't break up, let's live together

"What did Ji's family say?" Shen Changqing asked Qiao Mingyue, who had just hung up on Ji Gu's phone, at this time Qiao Mingyue's expression was not very good.

It has been three days since they came back from Tailan, and from Li Lili's mouth that Ji Ling was killed by Li Zhi's car until today, three days later, Qiao Mingyue's condition has not been right.

Shen Changqing was a little depressed, and it was only natural to think about it. He could not deny Ji Ling's kindness to Qiao Mingyue, and he also envied Ji Ling and Qiao Mingyue's 16 years together. 16 years, water droplets can pierce stones, how many 16 years are there in life?

Just like him and Zhu Qing, if Zhu Qing died, he would be sad and heartbroken.If Zhu Qing knew that he was meditating to death, he would definitely jump up, pointing at himself and scolding him.

Li Zhi was escorted back to the country yesterday, and Ji's family did everything possible to get Li Zhi sentenced to death.But what's the use?Ji Ling fell into the abyss at the age of 19, and could not wake up from sleep. His bright future and bright future were buried in Li Zhi's hands.

Shen Changqing didn't know much about Ji Ling, and he didn't have a good impression, except that the label "rival in love" was "unreasonable child", but he still sympathized with Ji Ling. Ji Ling, who danced in front of him, always wanted to get Qiao Mingyue's ruthless words. Ji Ling, that's a real person.

Qiao Mingyue rubbed the phone screen expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice, "Ji Gu invited me to the funeral, in Huai City, tomorrow." He took a breath and asked Shen Changqing, "I can't make up my mind, should I go or not?" go."

Shen Changqing glanced at the mobile phone Qiao Mingyue was holding in the other hand. He knew that it was not Qiao Mingyue's, but vaguely remembered that it was used by Ji Ling. He smiled calmly, "Go ahead, don't worry about it."

Qiao Mingyue touched this mobile phone that had been turned off for almost a year without a charger. It was when he coaxed Ji Ling back to Huai City with Ji Ling last October, he passed by Ji Ling.It seems that this mobile phone is a relic left to him by Ji Ling, and it belongs to Ji Ling in the end.I vaguely remember that this lock screen is still a photo of him and Ji Ling when they were young, but it is always black now.

"Come with me, can you leave tonight?" Qiao Mingyue turned around and asked.

Shen Changqing was not in the mood to be jealous now, he walked over and gently hugged Qiao Mingyue to let him relax. In less than a year, this boy has already left two close people, one is his uncle who is as close as father and son, One is my close friend Ji Ling.What else can he say to refuse at this moment, Qiao Mingyue let him go with him is the greatest affirmation, he silently replied: "Okay, I will go with you."

Shen Changqing non-stop found some clothes and put them in a suitcase, immediately booked the nearest flight to Huaicheng, and took Qiao Mingyue to Huaicheng.

It takes six hours from Fengtian City to Huaicheng. Due to the rush of booking the flight tickets, the only ones that can be booked are economy class.The two eldest and young masters had never sat in such a crowded seat since they were young, and they felt uncomfortable in various ways.

The plane was overcrowded, and Shen Changqing didn't dare to have any illusions about Qiao Mingyue, so he honestly stayed for six hours and arrived in Huaicheng.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when we arrived in Huaicheng. At this time, both of them were hungry. Qiao Mingyue took Shen Changqing to eat the hot and sour noodles that he used to skip class with Ji Ling when he was a child.

Qiao Mingyue found that shop based on her memory. The shop opened at four o'clock in the morning. When they arrived, the boss had just opened the door. The boss smiled and looked at the two people who walked into the shop.

"It's so early." The boss welcomed the guests. He carefully looked at Qiao Mingyue, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. The young master who ate hot and sour noodles in his shop smiled politely and said, "Are you the kid who often comes to my house to eat hot and sour noodles?"

Qiao Mingyue chose the third table next to the door, which was the seat he chose every time he came. Hearing that the boss still remembered him, he was a little surprised on the tired face who hadn't slept all night, and smiled back: "Yes. , I want to eat hot and sour noodles, let's have two bowls." After ordering, Shen Changqing realized that it's not Ji Ling who might not eat hot and sour noodles, so he looked at Shen Changqing, "Is hot and sour noodles okay?"

Shen Changqing nodded without any problem.

"Okay." The boss glanced at Shen Changqing and asked Qiao Mingyue, "Isn't this the kid who came with you?"

Qiao Mingyue also followed the boss's line of sight and glanced at Shen Changqing, "No, this is my friend."

"You haven't been here for so many years, but that kid is so diligent." The boss ordered the kitchen in his shop to make an exception and make two bowls of hot and sour noodles. Usually in the morning, he would make soy milk fried dough sticks and stuffed buns. The old customers accommodated a bit.

He continued to sigh, "That kid basically came to eat every day during the three months from November to the end of last year, and ordered two bowls of hot and sour noodles every time, but he only ate one bowl every time, and didn't even touch the other bowl. I asked him why, and he told me, it seemed like you were still there, eating hot and sour noodles opposite him, like back when I was a child. He said that you and him went to school in different places when they grew up, and they separated , Said that you will not come back to Huai City in the future. It is quite weird in the eyes of others, but I know that he has deep feelings for you. This time you return to Huai City, that kid must be very happy. "

The boss heard the back kitchen say "hot and sour noodles are ready", and ran over to get a bowl to deliver to Qiao Mingyue's table.

Qiao Mingyue's eyes were red the moment the boss turned around, and he covered his eyes with his hands, for fear that he would cry, the boss would make fun of him, and Shen Changqing would be worried.

He slowed down for a few seconds, curled up the corners of his mouth and forced himself to laugh, he was looking at Shen Changqing who was sitting across from him, and he looked at himself with pity.He said in his heart, don't look at me with such eyes.

"It's okay." Qiao Mingyue gave Shen Changqing a smile.

Ji Ling will never know again, the first time I took the initiative to return to Huai City was for him.

Will he be happy?

While eating the hot noodles, the spiciness poured into his throat and his nasal cavity, and the tears in his eyes were stimulated, gushing out all at once.

Shen Changqing quickly took out two tissues and wiped Qiao Mingyue's face, wiping away the stains on Qiao Mingyue's distressed face.

The boss was a little surprised: "Is it too spicy?"

Shen Changqing answered for him: "Yes, it's too spicy for northerners."

The meal was finished in silence, Shen Changqing paid the money and thanked her, and took Qiao Mingyue away from the shop.

"Brother Shen, am I heartless?" Qiao Mingyue asked Shen Changqing in the taxi, he couldn't tell from the way he cried just now.

Shen Changqing smiled at him, stroked Qiao Mingyue's hair, "No."

The car drove to a residential area, and Qiao Mingyue explained: "This is the apartment my mother bought when she and my father separated. It must be full of dust after not being here for many years."

Shen Changqing followed Qiao Mingyue into the room, the rusty door lock was mottled with traces of time.When the door was opened, there was only a thin layer of dust on the ground. If it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, it would be impossible for people to live in the house. It was obvious that someone had cleaned it.

Qiao Mingyue put the luggage aside and sat on the sofa. He was very tired, and he slumped on the sofa and didn't want to move.He scanned this familiar yet unfamiliar room, Ji Ling and him were everywhere, their laughter finally settled on a key on the coffee table in front of the sofa and the white letter paper under the key.

He picked up the key curiously, and confirmed that it was the key of this house, which was exactly the same.When he was puzzled why the key was on the coffee table, he saw the words "Received by Qiao Mingyue" written on the envelope under the key. He put the key aside, picked up the envelope, and opened it. Qiao Mingyue was familiar with it. It was Ji Ling's handwriting, and there were not many words written on it.

Dear Jojo:

I haven't written to you for a long time, and I'm not sure if you can see it.This was written in December two months after you lied to me to go back to Huai City with me.

On the top of the envelope is the key of your house, which was given to me by Aunt Zhao a long time ago.At that time, my aunt was very busy, and you were at home alone so I could spend more time with you.But I'm afraid that opening the door directly will scare you, so I always come here before my aunt goes out.

In the past few years when you were not in Huaicheng, I cleaned this house for you. You can move in at any time. Everything is in its original place and has not been touched.

Maybe you will never return to Huai City in this life, and you will not return to this place that makes you full of pain.But I still believe that you will come back, even if it is to sell this house, not for me.

I'm leaving here and going to the United States. It's the first time I'm traveling without your company.

How I wish you could call me "A Ling" again.

Too bad I might not be able to hear it anymore.

A Ling's own handwriting

on December 24

After Qiao Mingyue read the letter, she became afraid and regretted coming here.

Huai City is full of Ji Ling's shadow.

Shen Changqing looked at the envelope and guessed that it was written by Ji Ling. He didn't dare to speak, but let Qiao Mingyue lean on his shoulder quietly.

Qiao Mingyue didn't cry, but his heart was in a terrible pain. He held the crumpled letter paper tightly, showing pain on his face.

An hour and two hours passed, he said slowly: "What time is it?"

When Shen Changqing heard that the person on his shoulder finally moved, he glanced at his watch and replied, "It's eight o'clock."

Qiao Mingyue straightened up, "Let's go, the funeral starts at nine o'clock."

Qiao Mingyue stood up and tried to take the first step, but forgot how to walk and fell down.

He had been lying in bed for several months in the hospital, and the first step out of bed was not like this. This time he just stayed up all night. Why was he so tired?so tired?Can't even go on the road?

Shen Changqing wanted to help Qiao Mingyue who was kneeling on the ground, but was rejected. Qiao Mingyue gritted her teeth and said, "I will do it myself."

He walked downstairs step by step, and went to Ji Ling's funeral with Shen Changqing.

The funeral was arranged in a garden on the outskirts of Huaicheng, which was given by the old man Ji Ling on his birthday.Ji Ling is the proud son of heaven, he was born to enjoy blessings, but his life is not long.

There was a black-and-white photo of Ji Ling smiling at the entrance of the funeral. His already dark face appeared even darker in the black-and-white photo. The youthful delicacy still covered up his dark skin, and he was very energetic.

Ji Ling's mother saw Qiao Mingyue and Shen Changqing approaching, and she walked away in a bad temper. Although Qiao Mingyue had nothing to do with Ji Ling's death, she still felt uncomfortable as a heartbroken mother who lost her son. She didn't want to see this disaster Her son was the "culprit".

Qiao Mingyue sneered, he came here to see Ji Ling, to see him off for the last time, not to see other people's eyes.

As long as those who are close to Ji Ling and Qiao Mingyue Jin know more or less, they will stare at Qiao Mingyue intentionally or unintentionally. It has long been heard that the young master of the Ji family and the young master of the Qiao family have an ambiguous relationship.As Qiao Mingyue's escort, Shen Changqing hated this kind of gaze very much. He protected Qiao Mingyue all the way. If someone looked at Qiao Mingyue with bad eyes, he would stare back.

The two of them walked to the corner side by side. Unexpectedly, a tall, young girl walked up to Qiao Mingyue, looked at Qiao Mingyue with red and swollen eyes, and became angry. She took a step forward and grabbed Qiao Mingyue's suit collar, shouting loudly: "It was you who drove my cousin to death! My cousin likes you so much, you...you told him again and again, but you drove him to death! How dare you come to my cousin's funeral?"

Shen Changqing stopped the girl's radical behavior and tore her away.

Qiao Mingyue did not respond, but glanced at her lightly.

Because her loud roar attracted a lot of attention, and they all cast suspicious glances.

At this time, Ji Gu and Ji Yun walked over quickly, Ji Gu comforted Qiao Mingyue, and Ji Yun hugged his daughter and left.

Ji Gu said calmly: "Mingyue, don't take it to heart, Ji Ling's death has nothing to do with you."

Qiao Mingyue smiled and said nothing.

Ji Yun also came back and apologized to Qiao Mingyue, "What my daughter said was ugly, don't take it to heart."

Qiao Mingyue looked at the girl who was looking at him angrily on the sofa just now, and he gave Ji Yun a reassuring smile: "It's okay, uncle."

Ji Ling's funeral process was very ordinary. When everyone was full, some sad music was played. With the sound of the music, the crowd began to cry. I don't know if it was real crying or fake crying. It looked very real.But Qiao Mingyue couldn't cry no matter what, he had no feelings here, he could only stare at the huge black and white photo of Ji Ling in a daze.

Ji Ling's father Ji Gu and his uncle Ji Yun read the condolences back and forth, and finally accompanied by sad music, they bid farewell to Ji Ling's cremated ashes in the coffin.The whole process took only two hours, which was extremely long in Qiao Mingyue's eyes. The moment he remembered the music, he remembered his childhood, when he was only accompanied by Ji Ling.

During these two hours, he replayed his memories before he was 12 years old. When the last sad song ended, he remembered Ji Ling's sad smile when he saw Ji Ling for the last time. The nickname I haven't called in five years, "A Ling."

Did you hear that?I finally called you A Ling.

Amidst the wailing, Qiao Mingyue leaned against Shen Changqing and looked at the wooden coffin sprayed with black lacquer leather. Although there was no one inside, even though there were only creepy ashes inside, Qiao Mingyue could also feel that it was Ji Ling's last existence in this world. Proof!