I Heard You Like Me Too

This string of English letters seems to be pieced together randomly, without any rules at all.

Qin Zhan looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see what it meant.

This is probably the message Qi's father and Qi's mother want to leave to Qi Yan, and it should be something that only Qi Yan can understand.

Qin Zhan hesitated for a moment, took a photo of the note, sent it to Qi Yan, and asked him what it meant.

He wasn't sure whether Qi Yan could see the text message, and even if he saw it, it was a question of whether he would reply.

But Qin Zhan still had hope, hoping that Qi Yan could reply him on this kind of matter.

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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Qi Yan immediately flew abroad, saying that he was filming a movie, but it was not entirely true.

He still goes online every day, but instead uses a trumpet account to sneak a few glances at the comment section of the two, at Qin Zhan's online records, and at the domestic attitude towards his sudden departure.

He has seen all the speculations, and he is sure that Qin Zhan has seen it, but he has no response, because he knows that once he responds, all his efforts will be in vain.

Qi Yan was sure that he didn't want to go to him again, and he was also sure that he would never forgive him this time.

There are no more than three things, no more than three things.

Qi Yan started the car silently.

He drove the car very fast, and drove towards the church like a sprint, parked the car with a beautiful flick, then hurriedly got out of the car and walked into the church through the back door.

The pastor was a good friend of the previous parents, who looked to be in his late twenties, and found him on New Year's Eve.

Who knows, when Qi Yan returned to the room angrily, charged his phone and turned it on, he received a call from the other side of the ocean, telling him that he was a friend of his parents who had passed away for many years, how excited Qi Yan was , want to share this matter with Qin Zhan.

But the pastor also took this into consideration, and urged him not to tell others, but to come here by himself.

Because no one can be trusted, no one can be trusted.

The pastor has a strong obsessive-compulsive disorder and insists on asking him to come to him again in a month.

Qi Yan had been turned away a few times before, and finally waited until today, even walking was vain due to excitement.

"Are you Qi Yan?" the pastor asked him in not-fluent Chinese.

Qi Yan: "I am."

"Do you know what this means?" The pastor handed him a yellow note.

Qi Yan took a quick look and saw that there was a string of English words whose order was disrupted. After thinking about it for a while, his slightly frowning brows relaxed.

He took out his phone, opened the sticky note, and wrote the answer on it.

The priest looked at it, nodded in satisfaction, and led Qi Yan into the room.

There were a lot of books in the room, the pastor took a black box from the bookshelf and handed it to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan opened the box suspiciously and found a necklace inside.

For some reason, when he saw the necklace, he had a familiar feeling.

"Is this the only one?" Qi Yan asked.

"Only this." He nodded, "You take the necklace, this box is mine."

There is a small piece of brown amber hanging in the middle of the necklace, which is crystal clear, and the contents inside can be seen completely at a glance.

Qi Yan took off the necklace, put it around his neck, stuffed it into his clothes, and nodded to him.

"My task is also completed." The pastor sighed and looked at Qi Yan, "I hope you can live a good life."

"Did they say anything when they brought this over?" Qi Yan asked.

The pastor thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "I didn't say anything important, just let me find you ten years later, and let you come and get this."

Qi Yan rolled his Adam's apple and frowned slightly.

The memories of the past surged up again like a tide. He struggled to stabilize his body, and his voice seemed to be exhausted: "Then, I'll go back first."

Qi Yan returned to the car, his breathing still a little unsteady.

How could he forget that when he followed the two to the signing meeting, he encountered a car accident on the way, and how could he forget that when he was on the verge of despair, his mother opened the car door with all her strength and pushed Qi Yan out of the car that scene.

He always thought it was just an accident, but today he suddenly discovered that it might not be as simple as he thought.

Qi Yan's phone vibrated twice.

He took a deep breath, turned on his phone, it was Qin Zhan's message.

In the photo are his familiar handwriting, even the arrangement of English is his familiar arrangement.

It was just a game he played unintentionally, and now it has become the only way for him to connect with the people in his memories.

Qi Yan frowned, his face turned blue.

On the opposite side, Qin Zhan waited for a while after sending the message, and then turned off the phone. On the other side, Qi Yan tapped and tapped, his mind suddenly paused like an electric shock, deleted the words one by one, and exited the chat interface.

"Qin Zhan, I'm getting up!"

Cen Yi's voice was getting closer and closer outside the door, Qin Zhan grabbed the phone and hurried forward to open the door: "Well, I got up too."

Cen Yi looked around, wondering: "What's wrong with you, you haven't slept, have you?"

Qin Zhan stuffed the cell phone and the note into his pocket calmly, and retorted: "Aren't you the same, and you woke up after only sleeping for a while?"

Cen Yi scratched her head embarrassingly: "I'm on the bed, I feel like I'm going to fall asleep, but I can't fall asleep no matter what."

"Okay, I'll go change and go out later." Qin Zhan closed the door again.

Cen Yi yelled outside the door: "Why are you changing clothes? It's weird for you to be celebrities. You change clothes all day long, and you really think you are a clothes hanger."

Qin Zhan, who was in the room, was picking up his clothes. Hearing these words, he almost had a myocardial infarction.

After Cen Yi finished speaking, he murmured again: "He is like this, so are you."

It was already afternoon when the two walked out.

The trees on the side of the road sprouted tips, a scene of lush greenery.

Cen Yi was dazzled by the dazzling array of shops along the two roads, and held Qin Zhan's hand firmly.

"You said that there is a big difference between this city and the city."

"How to say?" Qin Zhan's hand was red from being pulled, and he couldn't help trying to break free, but his strength was no match for Cen Yi's, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

He stared straight ahead, trying his best to ignore all kinds of gazes from the pedestrians around him. He was glad that he was wearing a mask, otherwise tomorrow's headline would be his own big-character poster.

"Where I was, it's not small, but I can travel around the world with a map, but here, I can get lost with a map, I can't be infected by you with the attribute of getting lost, right?" ?”

Qin Zhan endured the pain and forced a smile: "If getting lost is contagious, then there will be no one who knows the way here. Don't blame me for your incompetence. I won't take the blame."

"It's your fault if you don't recite it." Cen Yi made a face at him, and when his eyes shifted, he suddenly seemed to see something, and his eyes lit up obviously.