You always have to pay back when you come out to hang out

There are too many helplessness in our life, we can't change, and we are powerless to change...

Zhao Qinglang transferred to another school. In the first few days, Zhong Qi would occasionally hear people in his class talking about him.After waiting for a while, the name Zhao Qinglang was never mentioned again.

Without Zhao Qinglang by his side, Zhong Qi was not used to it.No one will tell jokes to themselves from time to time, even though those jokes are not funny at all; no one will drive themselves to and from school by bicycle every day, even though they feel ashamed to sit in the back seat every time; When I turned around, I could no longer see that familiar smiling face.

Sometimes Zhong Qi felt that Zhao Qinglang was born to be difficult for him, so he finally got used to life without him.How did he know that that guy would forcibly break into his life in another way.

After finishing his homework, Zhong Qi still sat there motionless staring at a stack of letter papers in a daze.What is wrong with this Zhao Qinglang?Or is it because he is too idle?To think that he would write letters to himself so frequently, counting them, one letter would be written every three days, and each letter would contain at least two pages.The things written in it are similar, basically he is at home, and those trivial things at school, making it seem like he is reporting the life and study situation to the leader.

The correspondence between the two lasted for three years.

Suddenly one day, Zhao Qinglang found that all the letters he had sent were as silent as ever.In the first week, he thought that Zhong Qi was busy with his studies and had no time to reply to his letters.But half a month has passed, and there is still no news at all.Knowing that Zhong Qi had never been such an irresponsible person, Zhao Qinglang couldn't hold back, and behind his parents' backs, he used the extension in his room to call Zhong Qi's family.

The phone has been in a state of no one answering, Zhao Qinglang feels something is wrong, today is not the weekend, and it is 09:30 in the evening.Why is there no one in Zhong Qi's house?Zhao Qinglang persevered in replaying that number again and again, and finally someone answered the No. 12 rebroadcast.

"Hello……"

The voice on the other end of the phone was very hoarse, and Zhao Qinglang was stunned for a while but couldn't recognize who it was.

"Hi, may I ask if Zhong Qi is there?" Zhao Qinglang asked politely.

After he finished speaking, the other party seemed silent.After waiting for a full five seconds, he heard the person on the other end of the phone say, "Zhao Qinglang, why are you calling?"

"Zhong Qi? What happened to your voice?"

When he knew that the other party was Zhong Qi, Zhao Qinglang was really frightened.In the past three years, although letters have always been exchanged, there have been a few phone calls.

From the age of 14 to 17, although the boy's voice has some changes, the voice transmitted to the ear through the radio wave has always been warm and pure.

"Zhao Qinglang..." Zhong Qi said on the other end of the phone, "something happened at home, so I didn't reply to your letter, I'm sorry, I made you worry, and I called..."

Listening to what Zhong Qi said on the phone, Zhao Qinglang could completely imagine that the man must be smiling with red eyes.Inexplicably, his chest felt uncomfortable, he slowed down and lowered his voice, and comforted him with a smile: "It's good that you are fine, and replying to the letter is not an important thing." Then he began to talk about family matters.

"Zhao Qinglang, tell me a joke. Okay?" Zhong Qi suddenly interrupted him.

"it is good."

Zhao Qinglang didn't ask anything, he deliberately lowered his voice, and told Zhong Qi a joke in a low and magnetic voice: "By the way, one day, the young abbot of the monastery took the young monk out. When they were crossing the river, they I met a woman who was ill and could not touch cold water. So, the young master carried her on his back and took her across the river. Seeing the master carrying the woman across the river, the little monk had some thoughts in his mind. Until they left After a long distance, the little monk couldn't help questioning his master. The little monk asked: "Master, aren't monks not close to women? How can you cross the river with a woman on your back?" The master smiled lightly and replied He said, "I put her down when I crossed the river, but you haven't let her go until now." Zhong Qi, how about this joke?"

"Hehe...Zhao Qinglang, this is the best joke you've told over the years! Besides, you're much more mature than before..."

"Yo, I'm satisfied to hear you say that. Zhong Qi, let's compare our stature if we have a chance. Do you believe that the latecomer will win? Hehe..." Zhao Qinglang smiled, "Okay, I'm just now. I've finished my joke, shouldn't the little master go to rest?"

"Um...thank you..."

"I think I'd be happier if you didn't tell me thank you."