President Ba’s Little Rose - Chapter 72 ……

Shen Xizhi was sitting in a small wood near the hospital, holding a cup of tea in her hand, looking up at the shadow of the forest. She looked a little lost and sat there quietly, as if lost her way.

Shen Qingyi didn't say anything to ridicule her, but took off her thin coat and put it on her shoulder.

The cold was dissipated, and Shen Xizhi blinked slowly and asked him, "Brother, were you kidding me just now?" She flew all the way back to Lishi from abroad, and then from Lishi to Beijing. city.

Almost a whole day was on the plane.

Her heart has been hanging, I don't know whether it is more worried or more sad, it can be seen that Qiao Zong, but Qiao Zong called her out.

He didn't want to see her.

Shen Xizhi lowered her head, and the bangs on both sides of her cheeks covered her profile. She whispered, "Or, I heard it wrong." Qiao Zong did not say that he wanted to see her.

She was like a wounded little animal, pitiful, waiting for her master to comfort her.

Shen Qingyi patted her head pityingly, and said patiently, "He really wants to see you." He paused, "I don't know what happened to him. I said I wanted to see you, but I called again when I saw you. You come out."

Shen Xizhi tilted her head, her eyes flashed with very shallow hope, and her lips moved. I want to ask, is it true?

"But, who is the person who came with you? Your new boyfriend?" Shen Qingyi asked with a smile: "We talked about another one so soon?"

After getting married, Shen Qingyi's whole person is much calmer, and her speech is not as thorny as before.

"No." Shen Xizhi shook his head: "That was a junior of mine, he was worried that I would follow him."

After speaking, she looked at Shen Qingyi with confused eyes.

Shen Qingyi also looked back at her.

Shen Xizhi: "Why do you think he is my boyfriend?"

Shen Qingyi said coldly: "If you are like this, no one will misunderstand, okay? You have to be with him when you come back all the way back. What is the relationship between not being a boyfriend or a friend?"

When this was said, not only Shen Qing translated, but even Shen Xizhi understood why Qiao Zong was angry.

Shen Qing translated You You and said: "Dare to be jealous of that jealous jar? Haha."

Shen Xizhi: "Oh..."

She now understood what Qiao Zong was thinking.

Suddenly a little dumbfounded. He didn't even ask her, so he made a decisive judgment? Isn't he afraid of making a mistake? At that time, she didn't think much about seeing him and Lin Gui.

Inexplicably, Shen Xizhi's mood improved a lot, "What's wrong with Qiao Zong?"

Shen Qing translated the usual words: "The condition worsened, and his life will be shortly thereafter. Maybe you will die tomorrow."

"..." It's hard to imagine that Qiao Zong's friend said this. People who don't know think that he and Qiao Zong have any deep hatred. Shen Xizhi said dryly, "That's it..."

While talking, Peter returned with a lunch box.

Shen Xizhi didn't eat anything along the way. Peter bought two lunch boxes, one for him and Shen Xizhi.

Peter gave Shen Xizhi the one in his left hand: "Let's eat." The boy smiled warmly and sat down beside Shen Xizhi.

He opened the lid of the lunch box and ate it naturally.

Shen Xizhi took the lunch box and started to eat too.

Looking around the two of them for a while, Shen Qingyi squinted his eyes. He doesn't like this Peter very much, and he always thinks that this foreigner is not a good thing.

Maybe it's because Peter smiled so brilliantly, and he didn't see anyone so innocent.

After eating the lunch, Shen Xizhi translated to Shen Qing, "Brother, I'm going back first."

"where to?"

"Go back to class." Shen Xizhi said, "I find a hotel today and rest for the night, and I will go back tomorrow."

Shen Qingyi was silent for a while.

Shen Xizhi and Peter walked out side by side. They walked more than ten meters away. Shen Qing translated and said, "Xizhi, he really wants to see you."

Shen Qingyi understands the pain in Qiao Zong's heart best.

Qiao Zong, who used to cultivate his body, get up early and go to bed early, has a regular life like an old man, and even wished to soak medlar with red dates every day. He was the most cherished life before.

It was about after being with Shen Xizhi, Qiao Zong, who has always lived a retirement life, learned to smoke, drink, and even get tattoos.

He no longer cherishes himself.

At this point today, Shen Qingyi had long anticipated it. Qiao Zong's body can't bear such a toss.

For these years of friendship, Shen Qingyi couldn't help but say: "Xi Zhi, at least talk to him."

You don't know, how much he missed you.

Shen Xizhi smiled slightly, and the night wind blew over her. She was wearing a thin coat translated by Shen Qing. She was petite, as if she would fold in the wind with a slight force. She smiled, judo: "Brother, stop joking."

Qiao Zong...he had given up on her a long time ago.

Shen Qing sighed long after hearing the words.

In the end, he won't force Shen Xizhi, and said helplessly: "Well, a good journey."

Shen Xizhi smiled and left. Her footsteps are light and light, and the step in the bun swayed one step at a time, and she really looked like a three-point demure lady.

Shen Qing's translation gave birth to thousands of emotions for no reason.

The childish girl who used to be desperate for Qiao Zong has grown up after all. She won't be crazy about Qiao Zong anymore.

Shen Xizhi and Peter booked two rooms to rest in a hotel near the hospital. Before going to bed, Shen Xizhi thanked Peter very sincerely: "Peter, thank you for coming with me today."

Peter looked at the girl in front of him.

The girl's eyes were full and she stood there slim. The waist under the thin coat was slender, and he smiled lightly.

"It's nothing..." His face was red, and he scratched his head embarrassedly.

After thanking them, the two returned to their respective rooms.

Shen Xizhi took a bath in the bathtub, feeling well physically and mentally, before leaving the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, she thought suddenly--

Qiao Zong may be dead tomorrow.

In the empty room of the hotel, champagne-colored lights hit her, and the tip of her nose smelled good, and Shen Xizhi's eyes moved.

Very dull, there was a sense of sadness in my heart.

Kong Luoluo's heart seemed to be filled with such sad emotions all at once.

Qiao Zong is dying.

But she couldn't even tell him the last sentence.

She didn't tell him how much she regretted these days. She thought more than once that if she did it again, she would never propose to break up; she didn't have time to tell him that in the past, she truly loved him.

In the year of her eighteenth year, Qiao Zong had a bright white moonlight in her heart, hot cinnabar moles.

Even today, when she thinks of him, when she thinks of the regret of missing it, she still feels very sad.

She still loves him.

It's just that this love is hidden by herself in the lonely life day by day. But at this moment, upon hearing the news of Qiao Zong's death, he thought that the two might be separated from each other forever.

This hidden love broke the ice.

It burned enthusiastically again.

Shen Xizhi's chest was slightly up and down, throwing a towel for wiping her hair, wearing slippers in the hotel, even forgot to take her mobile phone, panicking opened the door of the hotel room and ran out.

if……

If at this moment Qiao Zong died.

Or maybe, Qiao Zong died tonight.

Then she will be uneasy for the rest of her life, and she will be tortured by the pain of losing her love forever, and it will be difficult to get out.

Shen Xizhi desperately pressed the elevator down button, and when the elevator door opened, she rushed in and pressed the number on the first floor.

The elevator stopped many times when it reached the first floor.

The thoughts in Shen Xizhi's mind kept changing, and she thought suddenly, what if Qiao Zong happened to be dead just a few minutes late?

With tears in her apricot eyes, she ran wildly when the elevator reached the first floor.

The hospital in the hotel was about 800 meters away, and Shen Xizhi ran desperately, unable to catch his breath. Not long ago, she left unrelentingly, but at this time she couldn't control herself and ran back.

She remembered that a long time ago, Qiao Zong walked in the night scene of the city, and she ran towards him in the same way. She asked him if it was cold.

She said, it doesn't matter if it's cold, I'm hot.

Shen Xizhi never ran like this when he was studying before, and one shoe fell off on the way, and Shen Xizhi didn't have time to pick it up.

She stepped on the asphalt road with bare feet, forgetting the pain and tiredness, for fear that she would be a step late, and she would never be able to say what was in her heart to Qiao Zong again.

She didn't know how long she had been running, and finally staggered to the front of Qiao Zong's ward.

Still forgot to knock on the door, she pushed in directly.

The man in the ward is holding a notebook, holding a pen with his slender fingers, and writing on the notebook. Under the pale light, his blue and white striped hospital gown looked hazy, as if it had been added with a filter, and his profile was handsome, not as beautiful as the real one.

Shen Xizhi panted slightly, standing at the door of the ward with tears streaming down his face, some dare not go in.

Until he raised his eyes.

The long, jet-black eyelashes trembled lightly, and under them was a pair of dark eyes. There is no sadness or joy in his eyes, indifferent like a merciless god.

Shen Xizhi was suddenly knocked down by this look.

She didn't want to care about anything.

Regardless, she ran into the ward, ignoring the tears on her face, threw herself on the bed, and hugged Qiao Zong.

The girl's face was buried in his neck, sobbing and sobbing.

Shen Xizhi choked, "Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Qiao Zong was at a loss.

He was so wrapped around his neck by the girl, letting her tears drop and burning his heart. There was a very faint scent of roses in his arms, and the girl's body was soft, with a few hairs sticking to his face, making it itchy.

He was so soft-hearted that he almost turned into a puddle of water, unable to speak even indifferent words.

He couldn't ask her who that man was, and didn't want her to let go of him.

This embrace.

He missed it for too long for too long.

Shen Xizhi also rubbed his nose against his neckline, and the girl softly asked, "Qiao Zong, when are you going to die?"

Qiao Zong:?

"Ohh ohh ......" she cried chirp, like a little baby, like hanging around him: "I am afraid of you, O death, ooo, ooo, I did not tell you, I love you, you Don’t die, okay? You’re alive, we get married, and then we grow old together, and when we get old, oooooooooooo..."

She didn't go on, Qiao Zong stiffly raised his hand, and very slowly, rubbed her head.

Shen Xizhi cried harder.

The little crying said tearfully: "I will give you what you want, okay if you don't die?"

Qiao Zong frowned, what is this all about?

"I will take you to buy beautiful clothes, beautiful new jewelry, I will buy you the best things in the world, and make you beautiful." The girl's voice choked with a three-point painful pleading: "You Be with me all the time, please..."

"..."

Qiao Zong was silent for a while.

He Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Shen Xizhi's ankle, she was wearing a bathrobe, and one of the shoes on her foot had fallen off. There were a few very shallow blood marks on the tiled floor in the ward.

It was probably the blood that came out of the skin on the sole of her foot.

The girl kept saying: "I love you, I love you, I love you..."

She kept crying and talking.

Qiao let out a breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, "Shen Xizhi, I'm not dead yet."