Greedy.

Whether "Qiao Qing" is the culprit or just contributing to the flames, in short, he must know.

And why Qiao Qing came to you, you no longer dare to speculate.

That's... a person like Dawn.Looking at it now, it seems to be just a beam of light.

You are naked on the stage, and you are still ignorant of the details of being illuminated.I thought it was a moth-flame chasing light, but now that I think about it, it seems more like a clumsy performance under carefully arranged lights.

Your fear, anger, and despair seem to be responses off the puppet thread, and that's okay.

But what about your love?

You sat there for an hour - or two hours, you don't know.

There are still many doubts that have not been answered, and the derivation lacks more sufficient evidence and proof, but you have run out of strength.The memories that I hastily took out and thrown away just now are like a pile of tangled wool, with thread ends all over the floor, one section connects to another, with a slight movement, it will be a big wave of full-loaded memories.

You are wrapped in the middle, there is a kind of suffocating, old-fashioned warmth, like someone who burns coals to die in winter.

How did I get here?You wonder blankly.

At the same time, a wave of unexplained anger fills you.

Why should I know this?Why let me know this!

You follow your anger and think forward, as if you have to find out your own faults so that you can hate yourself, otherwise just having Qiao lighten a target is like putting your strength on a piece of soft flesh on the apex of your heart, it hurts too much .

Then you pull out a fantasy from memory.A few hours ago, it was still so beautiful, like colorful bubbles reflecting the sun, floating upwards gently.

But bubbles don’t need to be poked, they will burst by themselves, just like hydrogen balloons will explode when they encounter an open flame, which is not safe.

Fantasies that are too good to be true are not safe either.

The disillusioned sound is like something is leaking air.Kind of like your ribcage, you thought casually.

He is not innocent.The fairy tales that whitewashed peace officially declared bankruptcy.Now you are left with yourself.

There are two criminals who are waiting for trial, one of them has an indeterminate sentence, and the other will be executed in autumn.

Then suddenly, the door opened.

Qiao Qing stood outside the door, her lips pursed into a line.

Your mind was blank for two seconds, and you couldn't tell what it was like.You just look up at him.

Looking from bottom to top, the arc of his jawline is extraordinarily cold and hard.

For a moment you thought he was trying to lose his temper.Qiao glanced at your half-dead look, and his expression turned colder, with a deep wrinkle between his brows.

But for a moment... you're sure you saw a flash of pain in him, like he was burned by something.

Qiao Qing forced himself to let out a breath, and his clenched jaw loosened.He said wearily, "What do you have...you can come to me."

"Don't do this... spoil yourself."

You did not speak.

"It's two o'clock." He said, "Is the hot water bottle cold already?"

You have long forgotten.After hearing what he said, I looked down and found that the hot water bottle was still on your lower abdomen, and you didn't even remove the heat-insulating towel.

Qiao Qing seemed to use all her strength to stand there.He seemed extremely tired, for a long time, he only called softly: "Zhou Huai."

"I do not understand.

"If there's something you don't like, or something that doesn't go your way, why don't you tell me?

"I'm like this... Can't you rely on me?

"If you insist on handling it yourself, well, I respect you. But look at your current appearance, if I didn't come in, how long do you want to sit?

"The person I put on top of my heart ruined himself like this in less than half a day. Can't you just... cherish you and me?"

You think you should laugh.The person who put you in this situation with his own hands is now angry over a little detail.But you only feel that your body seems to be torn apart suddenly by these few words, everything in your body hurts, and your flesh and bones are scattered on the ground for people to trample on.

You can't even pick it up, so you can only sit there like mud, speechless, and have no choice but to say nothing.

In this muddy silence, the light in Qiao Qing's eyes slowly dimmed like a candle in the wind.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he tried a few times before he could say, "Then... go to sleep."

"If you'd like to be nice to me," he said.

You grabbed the candy wrapper on the ground and got up, your already numb limbs tingling, you couldn't help but pause.

Qiao saw it lightly, and moved slightly, as if wanting to help.

You have already taken the first step and said: "I will do it myself."

So he just stood there silently, watching you staggered a few steps, and finally became more and more stable.

When passing by, he said softly: "I can separate rooms with you. If you want."

You paused for a while and were dazed for a while, unable to think of what to say, so you walked out without saying anything.

After you walked out the door and passed the corner, you thought slowly, oh, that’s what it means.

That is, in the future, I will no longer be able to hold on to the surprises of the day in a daze between half asleep and half awake.

You nodded and accepted the trial.You get used to it, you always get used to it.

Then you suddenly bent down and folded yourself into a hunchbacked question mark.

...but before you get used to it, there will still be a little pain.

Also just a little.

The next day, when you walked into the living room like a ghost, you found that Qiao Qing had already cooked porridge.

It's your favorite scallop porridge.It has been put on the table in a heat preservation device, and there is a porcelain spoon next to it, which is so delicate that it can be eaten by opening your mouth.

But Qiao Qing himself, who arranged these, was not in the living room.

Are you sure he is angry, or very angry.It's not easy to make Qiao Qingqi like this.But the main thing should be sadness.You sit down, drink the porridge slowly, and think slowly.

You know he's mad at you for covering up, telling him nothing, keeping him out of the door.I'm angry that you didn't think about joining him in the door, nor did you think about solving the matter by yourself, with an attitude of waiting for death.But how to solve it?Take a knife and question him?Grab him and let him return to your normal life?

Not to mention whether he can pay it back, even if you go back, there is a huge difference between you now and the three words "normal".

And more importantly, can't say.Qiao Qing was uncomfortable enough now, if he opened the door and let him find out that he was the one who started it, he would be even more unbearable.

He must have known about it, but for some reason—maybe related to the disappearance of "Qiao Qing", he forgot again.

Now Qiao Qing, although angry and sad, can still ask questions confidently, cook porridge angrily and then run away sadly, how energetic, you don't want him to become what you are now.

The dragon is always a little bit bad, and likes to make trouble for no reason, the prince will understand.

As long as the prince is still a prince, he will shine brightly without any filth.

A Cold War began.

Qiao Qing seems to have made up her mind to treat herself as a family robot, giving you meticulous care, but refusing to communicate emotionally.

For example, when you have a hoarse voice, he will give you throat lozenges and watermelon cream, but rarely ask you to go to bed early or drink more water.But when you hear your hoarse voice, he'll get that "oh my god" look again.

Sometimes you also want to make something for him.Get him a glass of water, hand him ingredients while he cooks, wipe his neck when he gets off the treadmill, or at least, hug him when he goes "oh my god."

You think he's been waiting a long time for this hug.But... no.You are afraid that Qiao Qing's heart will soften for a while, and this cold war will end.

You can no longer laugh heartlessly, nor can you blurt out sweet words like before. Once Qiao Qing decides to ease the relationship, he will find that you can never go back.

You are not cold because of the cold war.You're actually not mad at all, agreeing that you're a jerk even more lightly than Joe, seeing everything he's done for you and being grateful for it.

But having love is not the same as being able to be in love.You are like a handful of burnt ashes, no matter how hard you try, you will only make those who try to warm themselves ashamed.

You start coughing again.It was just a small cold, but the insomnia for several days made it impossible for you to get better.

Joe lightly frowned and brought a glass of water.You took it while coughing, and touched him slightly with your fingertips.

Then you all pause.It's so light that you can't feel the temperature, but the hesitation and longing for several days poured out with this touch, and in just a moment, it almost burst the embankment.

Qiao Qing watched you finish drinking the water, and suddenly sighed softly.He touched your forehead with the tip of his index finger, as if he wanted to brush your hair, but after hesitating for a moment, he just put it on your shoulder.Without exerting any force, the edge of the palm touches an inch of skin on the side of the neck.

"Long." He pointed at your hair.

"Yeah." You responded softly.

He paused in his gaze, and lightly rubbed the fabric with his fingertips, making a hoarse rustling sound.The ringing is in the ear, making people feel itchy for no reason.

"It's my fault." He said, "Don't be angry, okay?"

You cannot move.That's not the problem, you think, my little prince.

But you can't say no.He indiscriminately took the responsibility on himself, begged for peace in a low voice, if he could be said to be "gassed" a few days ago, now he is exhausted, flat and wrinkled, you really can't bear it Then draw a slit on the top.

You look into his eyes.You think this should be another wrong decision.

Then you still turned your head, brushed your lips against the back of his hand, and said inaudibly, "I'm sorry."

He shouldn't have heard it, but he still laughed.Bright and tender as you have painted countless times.