How can different genders fall in love

a phone call.

A couple was arguing loudly next to him, Song Shujue looked around and walked to a place where no one was there to answer the phone.

"teacher."

"I am here--"

The ambulance roared right in front of him.

Overwhelms all sounds.

The couple quarreled so dryly that they had a temporary truce. The wife turned her eyes away angrily, and then shouted in surprise, "There's a mobile phone over there!"

The husband also turned his head to look at the words.

I saw a silver-white mobile phone lying quietly on the ground in that deserted corner.

☆、Chapter 31

Song Shujue woke up in a daze, at first he stared blankly in front of him for a while, and then he slowly regained consciousness in his mind.

Everything is dark, but the outline of a warehouse can be seen roughly.

His hands were bound with duct tape, and the duct tape was so tight that it didn't loosen even after struggling vigorously.His feet were tied together with thick ropes, and he couldn't break free.

Song Shujue, who roughly understood his situation, began to recall the things before he fell into a coma.

That sudden phone call...

And that "teacher" that sounds ambiguous and haunting...

captivity?

The word jumped out suddenly, piercing his heart like a needle.

——No, it’s impossible.

——But according to that person's temperament, what else is impossible?

Song Shujue's mind split into two consciousnesses and they were arguing loudly, neither of them could convince the other.

"Qin Li?"

He tentatively yelled into the air.

No response.

He relaxed at first, but then suddenly thought that if the other party was not Qin Li, he would undoubtedly be in a more dangerous situation.

So the heart was raised again, and the brain was running fast without slack.

Suddenly, what Chen Lang said when he left the hospital came to mind.

It turned out to be this...

A sense of absurdity and fear of facing unknown harm gradually spread, making Song Shujue feel a little cold.

He moved against the wall and accidentally kicked something over.

There was soup spilled out, with a strong flavor of instant noodles.I think this warehouse should be the hiding place of the person who kidnapped him, and there are still unpacked buckets of instant noodles on the ground.

The instant noodle bucket rolled to his hand with a gurgle, and the plastic fork stained with greasy soup fell out.

Song Shujue's heart moved, he held the plastic fork caressingly, and tried to pierce the tape with the pointed end.

The tape is tied to the wrist, and you have to twist your fingers to reach it, and the texture of the plastic fork is too brittle, and it will break if you don't pay attention, so Song Shujue can only move carefully, little by little, and be on guard. The kidnapper there, under the dual pressure of body and mind, the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat after a while.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally punctured a few small holes in the tape, and his already exhausted brain instantly sobered up a lot, and after a desperate struggle, his hands finally regained their freedom.

He took a heavy breath, and then he used his hands that were so sore that they were almost numb to untie the rope on his leg.

The knot was tightly tied, and his hands were weak, so he couldn't loosen it even after a long time. Just as he was burning with anxiety, the door of the warehouse was pushed open with a creak——

The darkness was instantly dispelled, and the light was so bright that it almost hurt his eyes.

Song Shujue squinted his eyes, not looking at the figure walking in against the light.

The imagined pain never came.

Before Song Shujue could react, he was picked up by someone.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm late."—

Song Shujue had lived for 30 years and was hugged by a princess for the first time. He was so ashamed that he wished he could curl up into a ball.

"You put me down."

"Are you sure you can go?"

Song Shujue felt the soreness and numbness of his ankle due to the lack of blood supply from being tied up for too long, and he stopped holding on.

but--

"We can take a taxi."

Although I don't know how Qin Li found him, he must have exhausted a lot of energy, and he had to walk so far with a big man in his arms...

Song Shujue felt tired for him.

"Are you sure the driver won't think I did something to you when he saw you like this?"

After thinking about it, Song Shujue knew that his image was very embarrassing at the moment, but——

"If you walk, won't more people see it?"

"It's okay, there is no one on this road."

Because Song Shujue stayed in the dark environment for too long, Qin Li said that he was afraid that the sudden exposure to light would hurt his eyes, so he covered his eyes with a tie.

At this moment, he couldn't see anything, so he could only listen with his ears. He felt that the surroundings were indeed very quiet, with no human voices. Although he didn't know why, he always felt a little weird, but he still believed Qin Li's words.

He didn't know that the man in the black shirt that was almost dyed dark red was holding another man in his arms with a tie covering his eyes. There was a warm smile on his face still stained with scarlet blood, and his skin was almost so pale that his steps were transparent. What a shocking sight it is to still walk steadily through the crowd.

It is obviously a busy city, but it is silent at this moment——

"Teacher, hold my neck."

When people are invisible, their hearts are always more fragile, and their behavior is softer, and Song Shujue is no exception.

He hesitated for a moment, but put his arms around his neck.

"You sweat a lot..."

Song Shujue felt that his hair was soaked, and beads of sweat were continuously falling on his hands.

"Well, it's kind of hot."

He felt Qin Li silently smile.

"Teacher, are you afraid, just now."

Song Shujue nodded, "A little bit."

He never thought that kidnapping would happen to him, nor did he think that Qin Li would show up in time under such circumstances.

It's like a dream.

After thinking about it, he decided to tell the truth: "At first, I thought it was you."

Qin Li laughed again, and coughed while laughing.

Song Shujue noticed that he was sweating faster.

"Don't worry, teacher, if it were me, I would never tie you up, but make you weak to escape."

Song Shujue was silent, he buried his face a little deeper, but he couldn't hide the red color on his ears.

Qin Li watched as he almost buried his whole face in his arms, lowered his head and kissed his ear.

"Teacher, I like you."

"……Me too."

He didn't look up, his voice was muffled.

"Thank you."

Qin Li's voice became softer.

"I am very happy."

Song Shujue sniffed, but didn't speak.

"Teacher, I'm not as bad as you think."

"I know."

"You don't like how dark I am, so I'll show you with a bright smile every day. You hate me for hurting others, and I'm changing. I seldom lose my temper with others. The person last time was bad for himself... ..."

"I know. That person wants to treat me badly, and you're just too angry."

"So don't be angry with me, and don't hate me. Teacher, please don't hate me."

"……it is good."

Song Shujue's voice was shaking.

"I don't hate you. I like you. I like being with you."

"Hearing the teacher's words, I feel that I will have no regrets even if I die in the next moment."

"Don't say such things!"

Song Shujue roared suddenly.

"You'll be fine! We'll all be fine!"

"Well, we're all fine. We've been together."

He stopped and kissed Song Shujue's hair top.

"Teacher, we are home."

Song Shujue was put down steadily.

"Teacher, I really miss you."

The moment he let go, he staggered suddenly, and only had time to leave a whisper.

"Qin Li?"

Song Shujue quickly reached out to reach him, but found that what he was grabbing was only air.

The blood-stained palms closed feebly in mid-air.

Song Shujue grabbed the tie off, and lay alone on the ground in his blurred vision.

The smell of blood lingering in his nose along the way was finally confirmed, Song Shujue knelt down slowly, stretched out his arms to hug his body, and put his lips on the other cold lips.

"Fool."

"What a fool."

That time when Qin Li knelt on the glass and his legs were covered with injuries, he also said the same thing when he gave him the medicine.

At that time Qin Li smiled very proudly.

[But you just like me, an idiot. 】

He laughed, and a few tears fell from his eyes.

"Yeah, why do I just like you, an idiot?"

☆, extra

When Song Shujue received the call and rushed to the airport, it was drizzling.

He didn't hold an umbrella, so his face was covered with a layer of fine drops of water, dripping down his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Every second of the several-hour journey was like a thin knife, slowly carving in his heart, the pain was so numb.

As soon as he got home, Song Shujue's legs softened and he knelt down when he saw his father whose hair was all gray in a few nights.

"father!"

The little girl with red eyes next to him rushed forward, hugging his neck and hiccupping from crying.

"Grandma, grandma is gone..."

Song Shujue curled up into a ball in pain, but still pressed the little girl's back, raised his head and looked at his father with sad eyes, "Daddy knows. Dad—knows..."

The light rain in the south in March and April was hard to stop, and it continued to rain until the day of Song's mother's burial.

Song Shujue actually didn't want his father to come. The old man was already grieving enough, and if he saw his wife who had been with him for most of his life buried in the soil little by little, his spirit would not be able to bear it.

But Father Song insisted on sending his wife off for the last time, and even asked Song Shujue to help him hold the umbrella, took the shovel by himself, and tremblingly, personally covered Song Mother's coffin with the last handful of soil.

"After your mother got old, her health was not very good. She was always worrying, and her heart was not at ease..."

Father Song sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

"She fell down that day and didn't get up again. But Xiao He has been with her all the time. She comforted herself and walked away with a smile."

The child who heard his name ran over, pulled Song Shujue's little finger and looked up at him obediently.

Xiao He is a child adopted by Song Shujue, and his life experience is very miserable.

Her parents were taken as hostages in a terrorist activity, and both were brutally killed by gangsters in the end, leaving only a very young daughter in the world.Relatives were afraid of trouble, and no one was willing to take her in, so she became an orphan.

At that time, the police station where Chen Lang worked was in charge of the case. After Song Shujue heard about it, he proposed to take the initiative to adopt Xiao He.And Chen Lang was always worried that he would have a nervous breakdown if he was too shocked, and he should have more hope in living with a child, so he helped him complete the formalities and officially made Xiao He his daughter.

When Xiaohe learned to call her father the first time, Song Shujue was doing well, but Song's father and Song's mother cried.

Seeing the gratified and moved expression of the second elder who had been depressed since that incident, Song Shujue knew that his decision was right.

Song Shujue touched the child's tender cheeks, his nose was sore, but he was very glad that he had let Xiao He stay with the old man for a while before, so that his mother would not be worried about leaving and his father would bear everything alone.

After taking care of Song's mother's funeral, Song Shujue wanted his father to live with him in City A, but Song's father refused.

"The flowers in this yard cannot be separated from me."

Father Song shook his hand and looked at the hill not far away.

"Your mother can't leave me either."

Song Shujue nodded silently.

Father Song took a deep look at his thin-faced son: "You have to take care of yourself over there!"

"Well, you too, you must take care of yourself."

Song Shujue pursed his lips, still leaned down and hugged the body that he thought was extremely tall at first, but now is thin and thin like an ordinary old man's body.

Xiao He on the side also followed suit, hugging her grandfather's waist, and said loudly: "Grandpa, you have to take care!"

Father Song laughed so hard that he shed tears.

"Okay, okay, we all have to take care of ourselves, we all have to take care of ourselves."—

"Sir, do you need anything?"

"An extra blanket, please, thank you."

Song Shujue took the blanket from the stewardess, and carefully covered the sleeping child next to him.

The moment he straightened up, he was actually a little dazed.

It seems that a long time ago—in fact, it is not a long time, but in my heart, it seems like a century ago. There was also a person in this position, sleeping soundly, and he was staring at it just like this time.

I was really stunned.

Song Shujue pressed his nose, and laughed to himself.

Laughed hard.

Qin Li, don't you really want me to be enchanted by you?

Now, you finally got your wish.

Too bad you'll never know again.

After getting off the plane, Song Shujue rushed to the hospital with the child rubbing his eyes after waking up.

The child walked straight into the intensive care ward with ease, lay on the head of the hospital bed, and turned to greet Song Shujue who came in later: "Papa Qin is still sleeping."

"Ah."

Song Shujue walked over, sat down, took Qin Li's cold hand, warmed him up, and listened to the babble of the child in his ear.

"Father Qin, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you miss me? I miss you very much. I went to my grandparents' house this summer, and my grandpa gave me a pot of flowers, and my grandma made them for me. Woohoo, grandma... "

The child's mood came very quickly, and he was smiling innocently just now, but because of the sudden thought that his grandma had passed away, his mouth began to burst into tears.

Song Shujue was also sad, but he touched the child's face to encourage her.

The child was very sensible, tried hard to hold back the tears, and put both hands on Song Shujue's hand holding Qin Li.

"Papa's mother is gone, but Dad, you still have Papa Qin, and me!"

Song Shujue pinched his sore and swollen nose.Smile.

"Yes, I still have you."——

The sun at eight o'clock in the morning on a winter day is very good, Song Shujue opened the curtains, bathed in the sun, and returned to the bed after two or three minutes.

"Does it feel warm?"

He tucked Qin Li in the quilt.

When he was talking, he looked at his face without blinking, and smiled as if he was used to seeing the smooth and clean face unchanged.

Very lazy, very calm.

Song Shujue sat idly with nothing to do, picked up the book that had just been confiscated from his daughter and opened it.

After reading a few lines, he went back to look at the colorful cover.

"—love, literature?"

He was a little stunned.

Xiao He, have you reached the age of reading romance novels?

"so fast……"

He sighed softly.

Feeling a little bit moved by the passing of time, he continued to read.

The superficial content and childish and hypocritical words in the book made his brows slightly frowned, and he couldn't bear to read it word by word, so he casually flipped through it.

When I flipped through it, it happened that the male protagonist was seriously injured because of fighting with the gangster who kidnapped the female protagonist. He was sent to the hospital for rescue for three days and three nights, and finally survived under the full rescue of a group of the best surgeons in the world. Lost all memory, the hero's mother who heard the news slapped the heroine and threw her a check to let her leave her son.

...what the hell?

Song Shujue threw the book aside.

But after a while, I still picked it up, frowned and read the rest of the content.

Seeing that the ending of the novel is the male lead regaining his memory and reuniting with the female lead regardless of his mother's objections, Song Shujue closed the book, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

In fact, being forgotten, slapped, dumped, separated... It doesn't matter.

Just to wake up.

He is not that greedy.

As long as I can wake up--

Ever since Qin Li's accident, Song Shujue didn't really have much idea of ​​time.

Sometimes when he saw Xiao He's stature growing suddenly, he would sigh in his heart: Oh, so it's been so long.

The gangster is punished, Chen Lang is discharged from the hospital, his mother dies, He Lu goes abroad, Xiao He goes to school, his father dies...

Everything is changing, and everyone is changing.

Only the person who was lying on the bed and could only live on nutrient solution remained unchanged.

Never age.

Never woke up.

After Song Shujue retired, he sat in that ward all day long.

He also began to love growing flowers, and put a row of small potted plants outside the window. When he was tired of reading, he looked up at the blooming flowers, and then looked at the young and beautiful face like flowers.

Xiao He got married.

My husband is tall and handsome, with a deep dimple on one side of his cheek when he smiles.

On the day of the wedding, Xiao He came to the ward wearing a wedding dress.

Holding the fluffy skirt of the wedding dress in both hands, she bent down and, as before, gently kissed the cheek of her father who had always thought she was "Sleeping Beauty" when she was a child.

"Papa Qin is still sleeping."

She turned her head to the side like she did when she was a child, and smiled mischievously at Song Shujue who was standing beside her.

"Dad, do you think I will be in Dad Qin's dream today?"

Song Shujue nodded, looked away, and took a long time to speak.

"That dream must be beautiful."——

Song Shujue is getting old day by day.

The wrinkles on the forehead are getting more and more day by day, and the words that were originally clear gradually become blurred. When watering the flowers, I water them over and over again until the roots of the flowers die due to too much water.

"old."

He held Qin Li's hand.

The opponent's hand was still slender, and the skin on it was fair and smooth.

not like him.

Nice not to be like him.

But it was such a strange, seemingly immortal body that quietly stopped breathing one morning.

Xiao He cried for a long time.

Although she has never said a word to this father Qin who has been sleeping and looks like her peers, she actually has a lot of affection for him in her heart.

What's more, Qin's father is gone, what should father do?

What about Song Shujue?

He just slept next to Qin Li for an afternoon, then opened his eyes, and said the first sentence in a few days.

"Burn it."

Qin Li's family never showed up.

The only proof of their existence is the never-ending medical renewals from the hospital.

Therefore, the signatures of the family members during the cremation were signed by Song Shujue.

"It's very unfair, but there's nothing I can do about it."

Facing the staff, Song Shujue said so lightly.

His words, deeds, and expression were very calm, as if he had expected this day long ago.

But when the staff checked the signature, they found that the handwriting on it was trembling, and the last pen was smudged with water——

Regardless of Xiao He's request, Song Shujue left City A where he had lived for most of his life, and returned to the small town.

He had people replant hibiscus in the yard, and what he likes most every day is sitting on a rocking chair in the yard, lazily basking in the sun with a celadon jar in his arms.

The sun was very good that day, so he took out the damp quilts piled up in the cabinet and turned them to dry.

After struggling to dry the quilt slowly, he slowly sat back on the rocking chair, thinking of that sunny afternoon long ago, when he was thrown on the fluffy and soft quilt, and a kiss was caught off guard.

The scent of hibiscus flowers floating in the air is very light, very light and very sweet.

Like a beautiful dream.

【teacher. 】

He seemed to hear the man's voice.

[I'm here to pick you up. 】

He smiled and closed his eyes.

Like accepting a kiss that hasn't come in too long.

☆、Final Chapter: A New Beginning

Qin Li stared expressionlessly at the light screen that occupied the entire wall. The screen was divided into six pieces, which displayed the images of each world after he left.

"how do you feel?"

Goldfinger stood by and watched with him, occasionally asking him a question.

"Very good," Qin Li pursed his lips slightly, with a sarcastic look on his face, "Give me this kind of thing, do you think I will cry while watching it?"

Goldfinger shook his head.

"You have to ask the controlled goddess, I'm just the executor."

"Ah, really, I'm always being instructed by that woman."

Qin Li ambiguously climbed onto his shoulder.

"When will you remember that I am your real master?"

Goldfinger took a step back and said calmly, "You are not my master—strictly speaking, we should be companions."

"It's boring."

Qin Li threw himself back onto the large and soft sofa.

"Goldfinger, you are so boring."

You are so vile even if you are boring, what would you do if you changed to an interesting one?

Goldfinger really wanted to rush up and shake his shoulders to question, but thinking that it was the last chapter anyway and he should abide by the character design, so he didn't move, just nodded coldly.

Goldfinger didn't speak until the protagonist died on all six screens and then gradually blacked out.

"Aren't you touched by anything?"

He thought, Goddess of Control is completely self-defeating.

If it is still the original story track, then even if the protagonist is abused to become a scumbag, at least there will be a happy ending.

But as soon as Qin Li got involved...

Bitter before sweet or first sweet then bitter, I believe most people will choose the former.

It is a pity that the reality is impossible to carry out as expected.

"Are you trying to say I don't feel guilty?"

Qin Li raised his eyebrows to look at him, stretched out his finger and shook it, smiling obnoxiously.

"Not at all." He deliberately dragged his tongue after each word, with a tone that was too irritating to pay for his life.

"In any case, I gave them a very happy experience. As for leaving-everything is to save more worlds."

The malicious words coupled with his smug smile made Buddha even angry.

Goldfinger guessed that the controlled goddess would regret seeing this scene, right?

But there is no way, since the matter has reached this point, there is no way to regret it.

Once the word of God is spoken, it becomes an irreplaceable theorem.

Because Qin Li's behavior fully complied with the original requirements of the Goddess of Control, no one could order him to stop unless he voluntarily voluntarily.

But look at the way he enjoys it——

"By the way, Goldfinger, when is the ancient world?"

It doesn't seem to get bored so easily.

Goldfinger sighed inwardly.

"Well, the next world is here."

"is it?"

Qin Li made a surprised look.

"Oh, new journeys are always exciting! What do you think, Goldfinger?"

Goldfinger replied helplessly, "Yes."

In fact, it doesn't matter if you expect it or not.

This person's decision is not changed based on what other people think.

So, Secondary [-] is not scary, what is scary is Secondary [-] with high quotient and no scruples in doing things.

"By the way, what's your expression, Goldfinger? Really look forward to it!"

asshole.

Goldfinger glanced at him blankly, then stretched out two fingers to prop up the corners of his mouth.

"I'm looking forward to it, yo."

Qin Li frowned, still a little dissatisfied, but still waved his hand.

"Forget it, that's it. Sure enough, I can't expect too much from you."

Who is it that always smashes other people's expectations?

Goldfinger's Nima face in his heart.

"—So, let's head towards the stars and sea!"

It's the last chapter, is it really okay to still be so hot-blooded and boyish?

You act like a rekindle, readers have already seen through the essence of your scumbag, okay?

Goldfinger complained persistently, but still followed Qin Li into the light screen.

No way, who made them companions.

And in the light screen, a new story began to be staged again.

— like another new beginning.