gambler

It was the first time after two years that he felt such a lonely mood, suffering and feeling helpless, he really had nowhere to go.The best way to like Han Banqing now is to not bother him and let him live his life to the fullest.

Cheng Kong felt some hot liquid dripping onto his hand, he raised his hand to touch it, and said to himself, "It's tears." The tears fell uncontrollably, imitating Han Banqing's tone: "You're an old man who still cries, don't be ashamed."

The teachers and students passing by saw his abnormal behavior, and wanted to come forward to comfort him but dared not. After all, he was usually terrified, and when he was unhappy, he punished his homework lightly, and usually forced some teacher or student Under his guidance, dissect and dissect frogs, earthworms and so on.

Later, the students and teachers passed word of mouth, saying that they don't know why after he met Han Banqing that day, a man in his 30s cried like a child.

But, that Han Banqing seems to have died within a few days.As for the story in the middle, they can only guess slowly.

"Han Banqing, why is your face so pale?" a female student asked.

Han Banqing shook his head and said nothing.

"It's okay, my lips are bloodless, what are you pretending to do?" a boy couldn't help but said.

The girl who usually plays well with Han Banqing came over: "Yes, Banqing, are you sick? If you feel uncomfortable, go home and have a rest."

"No need, I want to attend the graduation party tonight." Han Banqing forced a smile: "I don't want to leave any regrets, it's the last party in high school."

"Well, if you really can't do it, don't force it."

"Yeah." Han Banqing couldn't bear it anymore and lay down on the table to rest.

The brilliance of five colors is intertwined, and the huge gymnasium is full of people. The graduates in the audience don't know whether they are excited or sad, but they are chatting happily together noisily.Han Banqing sat in the front seat, and he didn't listen to the students' oath and various representatives' speeches. Except for Qianhe, he listened a little to what Lin Xi's senior year representative said, and his voice was very consistent. His iceberg abstinence face is as pleasant as Qianhe's.

Then the restless music started, and this is what Han Banqing was waiting for. Five people in small black suits came on stage. Qianhe and Lin Xi were particularly eye-catching inside. Lin Xi was forced to come here by Huang Shixin. He knew that Qianhe had not I like this Lin Xi, but I can't find a good dancer later on. In addition, Lin Xi is really good, and her movements are almost perfect, so there is nothing to say.

Han Banqing's eyes were blurred, and he could only vaguely see that the five dancers on the stage were really very good and handsome when the lights were swaying.Then there was an action where five people twisted their hips together. The action was so flamboyant that almost all the girls in the audience were screaming crazily.It is true that Lin Xi's iceberg face matched with this action, it really pokes my heart.Han Banqing stared at Qianhe closely, Qianhe didn't seem to see him.

In the midst of the uproar, he finally couldn't hold on, and fell down silently.

The final chapter

"Ah Qing...Ah Qing..." Han Banqing heard someone calling softly in his ear, he struggled to open his eyes, but couldn't adapt to the white light in front of him, Han Banqing wanted to open his eyes but couldn't.

Seeing that he finally reacted, Qianhe held his hand excitedly, and then shouted loudly: "Doctor, doctor, he's awake!"

Doctor Song came in first, at this time Han Banqing had adapted to the light, half-opened his eyes, and saw Doctor Zhang following Song Hao, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Doctor Song carefully examined Han Banqing's body, and then said helplessly to Qianhe: "It's still the conclusion just now, we can prepare for the funeral."

"How is it possible? You are talking nonsense, how is it possible for him? He has no illness at all, you must have made a mistake!" Qianhe said angrily.

Song Hao was not in a hurry, and said calmly, "If you don't believe me, you can go to another hospital."

Han Banqing moved the hand held by Qianhe in vain: "It's useless, and it's useless to go to other hospitals. I have nothing to treat."

"Why?! Do you know what you're talking about? You're obviously fine, and you've got some problems..." Qianhe almost collapsed.

"Multiple organ failure, right?" Han Banqing asked.

Song Hao nodded, and then Doctor Zhang tremblingly held his head: "It shouldn't be yours, why...is it you?"

Han Banqing said to Qianhe and Song Hao: "Doctor Song, you and Qianhe go out first, I have something to say to Doctor Zhang."

"What did you tell him? I don't want to go out! I want to accompany you." Qianhe panicked and trembled.

"Qianhe, I'll just talk for a while, you are at the door, soon, if you don't promise me, I will ignore you."

Only then did Qianhe and Song Hao go out together, but Qianhe leaned sideways against the door, ready to go in at any time.

Han Banqing still spoke weakly: "Doctor Zhang, you must be wondering why it's not Qianhe who is lying here, but me."

Dr. Zhang looked at Han Banqing in disbelief: "You... know everything."

"Yes, I don't know what your purpose is to harm him, but I drank the glass of milk you ordered Jia Ma to give Qianhe every day."

Doctor Zhang looked suddenly enlightened, and muttered to himself: "No wonder... no wonder." No wonder he found that Qianhe didn't seem to respond to this chronic disease at all.He deliberately increased the dose some time ago, but unexpectedly, all of it went into Han Banqing's stomach.

"As you can see, I'm about to die. I heard what you and Jia Ma said that day. You guys are really big-hearted, to discuss such things in the kitchen openly." Han Banqing gently closed his eyes, He heard Jia Ma asking Dr. Zhang in the living room that day.

"Will this medicine really kill Qianhe?"

"No, it's just letting him be poisoned slowly, it won't involve you, and I have an antidote, I just want to collect a debt from their family."

"I'm still a little scared, I'm afraid he will find out."

"After this matter is over, I will take you away. We will live in other places. You and I have no children, and we have nothing to worry about."

"Is it really okay to put it in his milk?"

"you do not believe me?"

"No, I'm worried...in case."

"There are not so many contingencies."

Doctor Zhang shook his head in pain: "It turned out that she was right, and there are so many just in case."

"Doctor Zhang, can you tell me why you hurt him? Cough..." Han Banqing covered his mouth and coughed violently.

His face changed suddenly, and he said in an extremely distorted voice: "You said why, you asked me why..."

"Yes, the reason."

"He caused my son to commit suicide, and the reason why my wife went crazy is not enough!"

Qianhe, who was standing outside the door, finally couldn't help rushing in, only a series of broken shouts remained in his mouth: "Okay, what was vaguely recognizable was: "It was you who killed Ah Qing, it was you! Terrible!"

Dr. Zhang pushed Qianhe, his eyes were terribly red: "Who killed him? It was you! Do you remember Zhang Tianyu? Qianhe."

Qianhe was stunned, the name "Zhang Tianyu" seemed familiar, but he couldn't seem to remember it.

Dr. Zhang looked at Qianhe's hazy look, and guessed that he might not remember his son at all.

"You bastard actually forgot! Son, you are too wronged to die. Do you know that he likes you? How did you reject him when he confessed to you? You threw it away without even looking at it, and laughed at him nausea!"

Han Banqing smiled faintly: "You have wronged him by saying that. He treats everyone like this. If you say it, he treats me even worse."

Dr. Zhang opened the medicine box he carried with him, took out a small thin envelope from the bottom, opened it tremblingly and handed it to Qianhe: "My son's suicide note."

Qianhe had no desire to watch, and was still immersed in the shock of Han Banqing's imminent death: "I really don't know your son."

Dr. Zhang still relentlessly pushed the suicide note in front of Qianhe: "Aren't you afraid to read it? Are you afraid to face my son? He goes to the bar every day because you beat him up and has sex with all kinds of men. In the end, you lost consciousness after taking drugs and committed suicide by jumping off the building, do you really have no guilt at all?"

"Are you out of your mind? Does your son's death have something to do with me after all? I forced him to like me? Just because I refused him so he died sadly? Am I a fucking biochemical weapon? Your son has a weak heart, and he can't even stand this blow, what the hell is the difference between you and that idiot's piece of paper arbitration in the Philippines?" Qianhe said angrily, but this person still used this piece of paper to block him He couldn't walk to Han Banqing's side.

"What do you mean it has nothing to do with you? My wife went crazy because she couldn't bear Tianyu's departure. You still said that it has nothing to do with you? Are you human?"

Qianhe was really impatient with his entanglement, so he had to call in the two bodyguards standing outside. The two bodyguards ordered by his grandfather usually sat in the school security room and chatted with the security guards when they were in class. At home, he helped Qianhe carry his schoolbag and drove the car.Anyway, it's right if the ghost stays around, but now it finally comes in handy.

Two strong bodyguards put Dr. Zhang's hands up, and then sealed his mouth with tape according to Qianhe's request. Qianhe sat by Han Banqing's bed and held his left hand tightly with both hands, trying to use his own body Heat to save this dying cold life.

"You know he poisoned the milk, why didn't you tell me? Why did you drink it even though you knew it?"

Han Banqing didn't even want to lift his eyelids: "I should have died then,