his tongue-in-cheek guide

Afterwards, the two walked for a while, and came to the entrance of the hospital where the spatial distortion occurred last time. Fang Qi finally stopped at the intersection, and turned to look at Lu Lanqiu, with a somewhat embarrassed look.

Lu Lanqiu didn't understand, so she asked, "What's wrong?"

Fang Qi thought for a while, and then said, "Can you wait for me here first?"

Lu Lanqiu looked up and looked inside the hospital. This hospital was located in a relatively secluded part of the city, and looked very lonely in the night.

It seems that Fang Qi still doesn't want anyone to intervene in this memory.

Lu Lanqiu shrugged: "You go, I'll wait here."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lu Lanqiu obviously felt that Fang Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly took out a lunch box from his schoolbag, and held it in his hand. It turned out that Fang Qi's schoolbag was rattling like a lunch box, no wonder he was in the coffee shop just now Seeing that Fang Qi didn't eat his staff meal.

He once thought that the young Fang Qi was very difficult, but he didn't expect it to be so hard.

The young man was about to walk forward with his lunch box, but after thinking about it, he turned around and looked at Lu Lanqiu: "Can you not tell others what you saw today."

Lu Lanqiu already had a conclusion in his mind, and nodded at Fang Qi: "Don't worry, what I promised you will naturally count, so hurry up and go."

Fang Qi was obviously relieved when he heard this, nodded at Lu Lanqiu, turned around and went into the hospital.

Lu Lanqiu was waiting at the entrance of the hospital in the dim night, and saw several groups of family members of patients arguing at the entrance because of medical expenses.

Probably someone was hospitalized, and the expenses were not shared equally among family members, so there was a quarrel at the hospital gate.

When people are angry, their faces are not very good-looking, and they will curse each other with the worst language. If they are relatives, it will be more sharp, because they know each other's weaknesses, and they will only hurt people more when they quarrel.

Lu Lanqiu was bored and stood under the tree with his schoolbag on his back to watch them quarrel. He has been a doctor for so many years, and he is used to such things.

Faced with the spiritual and material blows brought about by the disease, few people will accept it calmly. They usually try to escape with a fluke mentality, until they find that they cannot escape, and eventually turn into blaming each other.

Apparently the young Fang Qi also encountered such a predicament, and unfortunately, no one could help him share it, so he had to bear it alone.

And obviously, the final outcome of this patient will not be very good.

Lu Lanqiu suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette. At this moment, he was in Fang Qi's memory. Many incredible things happened in the past two days, so he really wanted to have something to help him think.

He suddenly entered this role, and he couldn't adapt to it. The whole plot seemed to be pushed forward by a pair of invisible hands, and he couldn't breathe.

Those people were so engrossed in the quarrel that they didn't notice Lu Lanqiu's existence at all.

This was also one of the strange things that happened today, including the employees in the cafe just now, people he had never met before, all chose to ignore Lu Lanqiu.

It's as if...he doesn't belong in this world.

After waiting in the small garden outside the hospital for about an hour, Fang Qi hurriedly appeared at the door with his schoolbag on his back.

Lu Lanqiu looked up at the fog over the hospital, and vaguely felt that it was lighter than yesterday, and there was no distortion anymore.

"Waited for a long time?" The young man was probably afraid that he had been waiting for a long time, so he hurried over, with some thin sweat oozing from his forehead, which drenched the long sweat, and put strands on his temples.

Fortunately, the boy's face was fairly clean, and his whole body was full of youthful vigor gushing out at any time.

At this moment, Lu Lanqiu had a strong feeling, as if he should be the 14-year-old Lu Lanqiu, because of a trivial matter, he met Fang Qi and became friends.On a certain night, I stood in the evening wind and waited for Fang Qi to go home and finish his homework together.

The future about zombies and missions is still far away from them.

Lu Lanqiu raised her head, looked at Fang Qi's eyes that were full of youth and childishness, and said with a slight smile, "It's not too long."

Compared with the time he missed later, it really didn't count how long he had waited.

Only then did the two of them walk slowly towards Fang Qi's house.

Fang Qi's home is in an ordinary residential building not far from the hospital, and he needs to go through a long alley before entering.

It is an old community, with a vegetable market next to it, and at night there will be hawkers selling fruits at the gate of the community. Once you step in, you will be greeted by the breath of life.

It was about early summer, and the first batch of cherries this summer had already ripened, piled red on the cart like rubies.

Fang Qi looked at the fruit stand on the side of the road before entering the community, hesitated for a moment, and still took out the money to buy half a catty of cherries.

Lu Lanqiu was standing on the side of the road waiting for Fang Qi, watching the boy bite the bullet and bargain with the aunt who sold the fruit, and finally paid for it with a look of frustration.

At this moment, Fang Qi probably would not have imagined that this city would become one of the countless points marked in red on the map many years later.

Fang Qi didn't take the initiative to speak any more during this journey, and Lu Lanqiu also kept silent in a friendly manner.

It wasn't until Fang Qi took out the key to open the door that he said softly: "I haven't been at home much these days, it may be a bit messy."

After hearing this, Lu Lanqiu shook her head and said, "It's okay, as long as you can live there."

After the iron door opened, there was a small two-bedroom apartment. Fang Qi didn't lie to him, it must have been left untied for a long time, and the mess was very natural.

"Let's just stay here. The school and the hospital run on both sides. This place is no different from a hotel." Fang Qi's voice was cool, as if he didn't have much affection for the house.

Lu Lanqiu had already finished his homework in Fang Qi's coffee shop before, although he would finish it by himself even if he didn't write it tomorrow, but Lu Lanqiu still took the role of a good student with great interest.

"You two live together, right?" Lu Lanqiu said suddenly.

Fang Qi was taken aback: "How do you know?"

"The usual shoes are two pairs, and some women's products are obviously not yours - you live with your mother?" Lu Lanqiu sat on the sofa, very bluntly.

I heard Fang Qi say from behind: "I don't know what your purpose is, but I don't like your probing tone, so I hope you can stop analyzing. And since I agreed to let you stay for one night, I still want to tell you For a moment, the room inside is uninhabitable, so you lay my bed on the floor tonight, do you have any objections?"

Lu Lanqiu smiled: "Yes."

"Do you want to take a bath?" Fang Qi retracted his hands, he had already slipped out of the large school uniform, and took off the school uniform jacket from the top of his head with one hand.

He was only wearing a black vest, revealing the young man's gradually widening back. After a long period of labor and running around, he already had beautiful muscle lines.

The hair that was wet with sweat just now has dried a lot, but unfortunately, the bangs are a bit long, and they have already covered Fang Qi's eyes.

Lu Lanqiu stared at Fang Qi's messy hair, and suddenly a thought came into his mind, and he said, "Don't rush to take a shower, do you have scissors at home?"

Fang Qi frowned, feeling some bad premonition in his heart: "What are you going to do?"

Lu Lanqiu got up and rolled up his cuffs while showing a friendly smile to Fang Qi: "The head teacher scolded you a lot because of your hair, right?"

Fang Qi instantly realized what Lu Lanqiu was going to do, subconsciously glanced at himself in the mirror, and said awkwardly, "I've been too busy recently, so I don't have time to care about my hair."

Lu Lanqiu pressed Fang Qi on the seat: "It's okay, I'll help you."

Fang Qi silently glanced at Lu Lanqiu's white and slender hands, as if they couldn't pick up anything except pens.

Fang Qi looked at Lu Lanqiu silently, with rejection in his eyes.

Seeing the other party's expression like an abandoned dog, Lu Lanqiu suddenly felt better, and couldn't help squinting her eyes: "You'd better trust me, after all, I still hold your secret."

Fang Qi looked at himself in the mirror desperately, and suddenly felt that his messy hair was very pitiful.

Just when he was about to make a final struggle, for some reason, a thought suddenly came to his mind: Lu Lanqiu's hands should be holding scissors in the first place.

In the end, driven by this inexplicable idea and Lu Lanqiu's threat, Fang Qi had no choice but to nod silently, comforting himself: at worst, he would just wear a hat.

In this way, Mr. Lu's barber debut began.

When Lu Lanqiu was in school, the surgery teacher once told them that most of the former surgeons were barbers who changed jobs, because the operation of surgical scissors is similar to that of barber scissors.

Of course, this is just a small episode to adjust the atmosphere in the classroom.

An excellent barber can become an excellent surgeon, but this does not mean that a good doctor can be a good barber.

When Lu Lanqiu ambitiously put the tablecloth around Fang Qi's neck, he realized that things might not be as easy as he thought.

But now, there is no way out.

Looking at Lu Lanqiu through the mirror, Fang Qi felt like a fish on a sticky board, waiting for the executioner named barber to kill his hair.

But when Lu Lanqiu's cool hands touched his scalp, he felt his whole body tremble.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity slipped through his mind, as if the same pair of hands had once touched his hair like this.

So when the first "click" sounded, he decided to close his eyes.

Although she has never cut anyone's hair before, it turns out that Lu Lanqiu does have a certain talent for things like scissors. At least Fang Qi closed his eyes and heard the sound of the scissors cutting hair slowly and evenly, like raindrops falling on summer Sounds in the grass.

The room was very quiet, only the ticking of the clock on the wall and the sound of Lu Lanqiu's scissors running through his hair could be heard.

Fang Qi was so tired these two days that he gradually fell asleep amidst the continuous and boring sounds.

The dream is very short, it seems that there are countless people playing countless roles in it, Fang Qi really can't catch it.

It wasn't until Lu Lanqiu softly whispered in his ear, "It's done.", that he slowly opened his eyes.

In the mirror is a slightly strange young man, the one with a cropped hair and firm brows, a strange self.

It was strange, but somehow familiar.