Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Chi Qinghe came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, and Wenson was just coming back with ginger soup.

Chi Qinghe took it, but before his lips touched the warm soup, the bowl was empty.

Wenson draped a thick blanket over the young man and praised him, "That's rare. You finished drinking today."

Chi Qinghe lowered his head. It clearly had no taste, but he still said "It doesn't taste good".

"Then I'll add some sugar next time."

Wenson turned on the hair dryer and gently stroked the young man's half-wet hair.

Chi Qinghe muttered softly, "They say that every time."

"It's my fault. My memory is so bad."

"You deliberately."

Wenson stared at the tip of the young man's ear, which was red from being steamed, and frankly admitted his mistake.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao Chi, are you willing to forgive me?"

Chi Qinghe turned his face away and said nothing.

"Then I'll take that as your forgiveness."

Wenson smiled, his deep eyes filled with doting and tolerance that seemed to be overflowing.

The atmosphere between the two is natural and intimate, and every detail shows the careful coordination gained over the years.

The boy holding the camera seems to be always standing outside the camera.

One-sided love cannot break through space, it can only turn into bitter thick wine, and loneliness brews in the deepest part of the heart.

Gong Huasui's whole body was tense, and his hand holding the camera was so tight that it almost lost its color.

Blue veins were exposed through the porcelain-white skin, beating faster and faster with the heart, as if he was back in the bloody and brutal underground boxing ring, wishing he could knock out his opponent on the spot, and his whole body was filled with arrogance and violence.

But once he met the gentle and beautiful eyes of the young man in the camera, the murderous look in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and he turned into a well-behaved kitten again, pouting and complaining to the young man in a wronged manner.

"Qinghe, I miss you so much. Are you missing me too?"

"Can you please stop looking at him and just look at me?"

"Can you please comfort me?"

"I was wrong, can you please talk to me?"

"Qinghe, the silver bracelet you gave me has turned black. My brother said it's because of oxidation and told me not to touch it every day."

"I don't dare touch them anymore. I put them back in the cabinet."

"I haven't eaten anything indiscriminately anymore. Every time I have a checkup, the doctor says I'm recovering well and can eat what I like, but I won't do that anymore. I remember everything you said."

"Today is New Year's Day. Uncle Chi made a lot of food, including your favorite red bean soup with sweet osmanthus wine. It's delicious..."

He said a lot more afterwards, but without exception, he received only silence.

Gong Huasui's stubbornly straight back finally bent down, and he knelt down in front of Chi Qinghe. Across the gap of time and space, he trembled as he wanted to touch the young man's drowsy face.

"Qinghe, just a word or a nod will do, just give me a reply, let me know that waiting will pay off..."

At this moment, Chi Qinghe suddenly opened his eyes, and Gong Huasui immediately smiled, but this smile looked bitter no matter how you looked at it.

Especially the young man's next sentence completely shattered his delusion.

"hot."

Wenson quickly moved the hairdryer away and adjusted the temperature again, "Is this okay?"

Chi Qinghe nodded, hugged his knees with his hands, and curled up on the single sofa. The buzzing fan was like a regular white noise, silently soothing his restless heart.

After Wenson finished blow-drying his hair, he found that the young man had fallen asleep with his eyes closed again.

He bent down, put his arm through the young man's knees, and supported his back steadily with his other hand. With a little force, he hugged the thin Mr. Chi into his arms.

Every movement was extremely gentle, for fear of waking up the sleeping young man.

The two of them walked towards the bed step by step...

Gong Huasui's courage seemed to have completely dropped to zero at this moment. He didn't dare to look at Qinghe anymore, didn't dare to pick up the camera anymore, and didn't dare to peek at the happiness that didn't belong to him.

He bit his lip, trying hard not to cry.

Although he was in a warm room, he was almost unable to stand because of the howling cold wind outside. His whole body was emitting a deadly cold and bloodless, as if he had just been pulled out of ice water.

"Qinghe... don't you want me anymore..."

When he spoke again, his voice was still filled with obvious tears.

The tail of her beautiful eyes instantly turned red due to the sour emotion, her long eyelashes trembled twice, and several hot tears slid down the side of her face and exploded on the cold floor.

He wanted to leave, but at that moment, the camera hit the corner of the table.

"Click——"

Caught off guard by the flash, Chi Qinghe immediately sat up from the bed.

The next second, the dream changed, and everything in the room disappeared as if being rolled into a washing tub.

Only Chi Qinghe stood in the empty space, staring straight at the direction where the flash appeared.

His face was very bad, with a look of fear, anger, and dissatisfaction as if his territory had been invaded...

Wenson is looking for a doctor to hypnotize him again!

Apparently, he was using the flashlight as a special flashlight used by doctors to check pupil reflexes.

In order to wake himself up quickly, he conjured up a gun, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

And at the moment Chi Yu got the camera, Chi Qinghe just disappeared in this space.

4011's two eyes, as big as black beans, were now wide open, trying to find its host through the viewfinder.

But no matter how many times it searched, it found nothing.

Gong Huasui’s sadness just now didn’t seem fake, so the problem shouldn’t be the camera, but... Gong Huasui himself!

Chi Yu also realized this and asked 4011 to follow him and try to find the reason from Gong Huasui.

After searching for almost a month, 4011 finally got a useful clue and immediately became motivated.

It followed Gong Huasui back to the old house, and its cell phone rang as soon as it returned to the room.

Seeing the code flashing on the screen, Gong Huasui was silent for a long time like a wooden man.

It was not until the ringing sound disappeared that he woke up and pressed the answer button.

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously not Chinese, and asked in fluent English.

"Even, We're getting her out of the country tomorrow. What about you? Together?"

Gong Huasui sat down on the sofa exhausted.

It is indeed time to send Chen Qiqing abroad tomorrow.

The population in the critical area of ​​the country is complex, and it houses a large number of refugees from defeated countries. The control is notoriously loose, and there are robbers, drug dealers, and vagrants everywhere.

It is too easy to make a person fall and disappear.

“No, I have plans these days.“

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while before he rejected the invitation to go abroad.

Although the person on the other end was a little surprised, he still expressed his understanding and said that he would keep a good eye on Chen Qiqing before hanging up.

The huge room returned to silence again, and Gong Huasui was scrolling through his phone boredly.

The content on the screen kept repeating, it was nothing more than a few portraits of people who had hurt Chi Qinghe in the past...