Thousands of silence

Do you have cattle...

At least he has to be responsible to Xi Nian... But now it seems that he really can't bear this responsibility.

Ten minutes later, Han Xin woke up crying again. What she hated the most was that she could spend time alone with Fan Ziqian every weekend, but Fan Ziqian had to go to work again.

"Qianqian, I want to be with you." Walking out of the bedroom, Han Xin said with sleepy eyes.

"No, I have to go to work, so I can't take you there."

"Why not?"

"The boss won't allow it."

"You call your boss, I'll tell her." Han Xin spoke like a little adult, and Fan Ziqian couldn't help laughing in his tone.

"Thank you family, but no need."

"Don't be polite to me!" Han Xin said seriously.

Fan Ziqian stopped pestering her, took her to the living room, pointed to Liu Cenjin who was sitting on the sofa and said, "This is Brother Liu, he will accompany you for me, okay?"

After glancing at the sofa, Han Xin hid behind Fan Ziqian, grabbed his clothes, stared at him quietly for a long time, and said, "Not good..."

Her young heart is crying, if you want me to translate it to you, it is: "Damn, where is the strange Shushu, scared to piss, scared to shit...Come on, someone, drag this guy away!!"

I'm sorry, classmate Liu, I'm just a translator, just a translator... please forgive me.

"Be good, this brother is very good." Fan Ziqian knelt down and coaxed her patiently.

Liu Cenjin hurried over, squatted down in front of Han Xin, and said in a rough voice, "You are so beautiful!"

It was obviously a pure compliment, but when he said it, it turned into a naked tease.

Han Xin immediately hugged Fan Ziqian's leg nervously.

Fan Ziqian said: "Look, brother said you are beautiful."

Han Xin looked at the coke man with a stiff expression, the corners of his mouth twitched, and there were ten thousand muddy horses galloping past in his heart.

I still want to translate, I can't help it, and the readers agree, Brother Coke... can it be... no?OK!

Han Xin said: "I'm going to go, what is this guy going to do to me? He's too ugly, too black, I can't take it anymore, Qianqian save me, don't throw me to him, I won't cry anymore , stop making trouble, stop making you angry, and be a good boy from now on..."

Painful realization.

But Fan Ziqian was too ruthless, he looked at his phone and said, "I'm going to be late." Then he hugged Han Xin to the sofa, and said to Liu Cenjin, "There's something to eat in the kitchen, please excuse me." He smiled softly, Then I went into the bedroom, took my things, opened the door and left.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Han Xin's heart fell to the ground slowly along with the shaken wall dust, breaking into pieces.

The author has something to say:

☆, strange sorghum

"Xinxin, shall we play a special game?" Liu Cenjin looked wretched, and approached Han Xin who was curled up on the sofa and hadn't glanced at Fan Ziqian since he left.

Han Xin hugged her legs, and faced the man who was approaching in front of her, she hid back.

"What special game?" She asked him timidly when she heard it was a game.

"Hide and seek!" Liu Cenjin had a big surprise written on his face.

Han Xin looked disappointed, what kind of special game is this...

Seeing that she was unwilling to play, Liu Cenjin asked again, "What about peek-a-boo?"

Han Xin stared helplessly at the front with big eyes, no expression, big brother, isn't it the same...

"I'm going to start hiding!" Liu Cenjin teased her with a smile, and then walked towards the kitchen by himself.

Han Xin was indifferent at first. She sat alone on the sofa and waited for a long time, but it was no surprise that Shu Shu came out. What happened?

She suddenly remembered that night, both Qianqian and Han Jian stayed in the kitchen for several hours, and there were strange noises coming from there, which were scary and weird, so she deduced that the kitchen might be There are ghosts, and Han Fang and Qianqian always hide from her to catch ghosts inside.

They are all good people.

But today, this strange Shushu doesn't look like a good person. Will he fight ghosts?

At this moment, Fan Ziqian was sitting on the bus. Today, he was stuck in a traffic jam for an hour, which is really unlucky.He looked at the electric bicycles passing by outside the window, feeling envious in his heart.

The current speed of the car is as slow as playing CS with a computer that is about to be scrapped and a 1M network speed, and it can only move a distance of about half a meter every 5 minutes.I don’t know if the signal light at the intersection is infected with a virus. The damn red light lasts for 5 minutes, so every time the green light turns on, everyone is gearing up, but take a closer look, shit, five seconds...

What is the concept of five seconds, that is, only two vehicles are allowed to drive through the intersection every 5 minutes, and cars that know they cannot pass dare not cross the line, and crossing the line is considered a red light.That is to say, when you have fully driven out of this intersection, congratulations, you may have caught up with today's evening peak...

As a result, there will be more and more traffic jams in the back. There are at least twenty cars in front of the bus that Fan Ziqian is sitting on. Many people on the bus are already getting off and walking. Fan Ziqian anxiously sent a text message to Zhuang Xiaoque: " I'm stuck in traffic, it's very serious."

Zhuang Xiaoque replied: "Normal."

A bicycle floated faintly outside the window. The cyclist was wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looked refined but mean-spirited. He raised his head proudly with a smile and confidence on his face, and swept across the bus with extremely cheap eyes. Everyone in the car calmly passed Fan Ziqian with an attitude that you couldn't hit me anyway.

Just as Fan Ziqian wanted to despise him in his heart, he suddenly heard "Boom! Splinter clatter, ping, bang, bang..." after a loud crash.Fan Ziqian opened the window and stuck his head out, and saw that proud bicycle just overtook the rear of a BMW Z4 that was about to change lanes.

Cool.

Everyone in the car admired the accident with eyes of relief and satisfaction.

Just when everyone was taking photos and posting on Weibo with great interest, the driver suddenly said: "Damn, isn't this even more congested?"

Everyone raised their heads suddenly, showing a hint of disappointment, and then continued posting enthusiastically.

This is the good mentality of the Chinese people. Whether it is a traffic jam or a train or a flight delay, it’s all like this anyway, so we have to enjoy ourselves in time and let nature take its course.What kind of food is Weiquan? Is it delicious?

Looking out of the window, Fan Ziqian felt much better in an instant.But at this moment, a hard object suddenly fell from the sky and fell into Fan Ziqian's collar, "Ah..." Fan Ziqian couldn't help opening his mouth wide, and raised his head in surprise.

The thing was cool, and it fell down his chest to his stomach, causing a pain in his chest.

The man standing beside him and leaning over to look out the window quickly retracted his head, with an apologetic expression on his face: "I'm sorry, the video is coming, I didn't hold the phone, it dropped..." After he saw Fan Ziqian's face clearly, his heart immediately burst into ecstasy, I couldn't help but feel relieved that the mobile phone fell into the chest of a beautiful woman. The traffic jam is so good!

Fan Ziqian took out his mobile phone from under his clothes and returned it to the man. When the man caught it, he touched his finger along the way.Then he kept looking at his slightly open shirt collar, he must have regarded Fan Ziqian as a girl.

The man looked at it for a long time, and felt that it was a pity in his heart. If there was cleavage, he could clamp the phone, and if he squeezed it, he would die...

"I'm sorry..." the man said with a smile.

Fan Ziqian smiled and shook his head.

When the man saw the beauty and smiled, he thought there was something to be said, and immediately said, "Look at this traffic jam, it's getting worse."

Fan Ziqian ignored him and continued to look out the window.

Seeing that he ignored him, the man leaned over and said, "It didn't break, did it?"

Fan Ziqian turned his head and waved his hands.

Is this man dumb?

The man stretched out his hand: "Let's check it, don't hurt you..." His hand was about to touch Fan Ziqian's chest, Fan Ziqian gave him a shameful look, and quickly leaned back to avoid him hands.

At this moment, the man was suddenly slapped in the face.

After receiving this palm, the man almost couldn't stand still. He looked back and saw a man who was also wearing glasses and had a stern and sharp face standing behind him. His eyes were cold and sharp, making people intimidated.

"Fuck, what are you doing!" The man threw out a dirty word and covered his head.

"What are you talking about? I'll castrate you if you touch others again!"

"..." The man didn't say anything, just sneered and squeezed towards the back door of the bus.

At this moment, everyone was looking out of the window. No one knew what happened in the car. Fan Ziqian was almost hit in the chest, but fortunately Leng Qiaochen suddenly appeared at this time, but how could he be in this car?

"Teacher, why are you here?" Fan Ziqian hurriedly made a movement to stand up and give up his seat.

Leng Qiaochen pushed his shoulder to make him sit down: "I've been at the back door, you didn't see me, I saw you."

Fan Ziqian smiled at him: "Thank you just now."

Although it was just a reciprocal smile, in Leng Qiaochen's eyes, it was already extremely beautiful, and his heart couldn't help falling for him again.

"It should." He smiled, looked out of the window, and pretended to be calm, but in fact his heart was already surging.

"Where do we get off?" Leng Qiaochen asked.

"Garden View Garden."

"It's still early, this traffic jam..."

"Yes..." Fan Ziqian nodded, expressing that there was nothing he could do.

"Or get out of the car, I'll find a way to take you there."

"No need..." Fan Ziqian said.

"Aren't you rushing to work?"

"Ah."

"Let's go." Leng Qiaochen pulled Fan Ziqian up from his seat and walked towards the back door.

Due to the long traffic jam, the driver has already opened the back door, and those who want to get off can just get off by themselves.

After getting out of the car, Leng Qiaochen walked forward with Fan Ziqian.

"What can be done?"

"Go to the intersection." Leng Qiaochen said.

The two walked for five or sixty meters, and when they reached the intersection, Leng Qiaochen suddenly took Fan Ziqian's hand and said, "Turn right."

They came to the main road perpendicular to the traffic jam.

Since the green light on this road has a full 5 minutes, the traffic is particularly smooth.

Two minutes later, when a taxi stopped in front of Fan Ziqian, he had to admire Leng Qiaochen, whether he was too stupid or was smashed by his mobile phone, if it wasn't for him, he might still be waiting on the bus... …

Fan Ziqian got into the car, and the driver said, "Turn right and get stuck in traffic, so you have to go straight and detour. It will be expensive, okay?" The driver took a hundred-yuan bill and said, "Give him the change."

The driver was stunned, and nodded quickly: "OK, OK...", thinking that he really met a bright person, he started the car.

Fan Ziqian's home.

Han Xin finally plucked up the courage, jumped off the sofa, and walked towards the kitchen, but when she came to the door of the kitchen, she suddenly heard a voice coming from inside, it was deafening.

She pushed open the door and saw the strange man leaning against the cabinet, he was sleeping soundly with his mouth open.

She walked up to him and poked him. He opened his eyes and said in surprise, "You found it!"

For some reason, Han Xin thought it was a little funny.She looked at the greasy black face, touched it with her hand, and really felt a handful of oil, how did you do it?

Liu Cenjin wiped his face with his hand, smiled and said to Han Xin, "What's next?"

It is very likely that Liu Cenjin's sleeping posture in the kitchen looks very much like a hero who is sleepy and taking a nap after defeating ghosts.The kitchen, which Han Xin was afraid of before, now feels extremely safe.

Perhaps this is the magic of children, their consciousness can be changed by a trivial thing, and their young hearts will be conquered by a sudden picture and feeling.

And now, Han Xin feels slightly conquered by this strange sorghum.

The author has something to say:

☆、Spiritual Researcher Alliance

"With the acceleration of the pace of life and the increase of life pressure, according to the survey, more and more people have the experience of forgetfulness several times a week."

Zhuang Xiaoque was reading a magazine and was surprised by the report, because for her, forgetfulness was indeed growing in her brain like a virus.She became more and more forgetful, and even couldn't do without forgetfulness.If one day, her memory is suddenly emptied, it can only mean that she has died of poison.

Fan Ziqian was holding a cup of coffee, sitting beside her watching TV.

"So is your pace of life too fast, or is your life too stressful?" Fan Ziqian said with a smile.

Zhuang Xiaoque shook his head and said nonchalantly, "Am I forgetful?"

"..."

"I remember forgetfulness is related to physical condition." Fan Ziqian said again.

"Really, why do I think it has something to do with the spirit?" Zhuang Xiaoque said while reading the following reports.

"Nervous." Fan Ziqian said.

"Isn't it the same?"

"How can it be the same, just like neurosis and mental illness, can it be the same?"

"Is it different?"

"I won't tell you anymore." Fan Meiren stopped struggling and took a sip of coffee. He hardly slept last night, he was really sleepy, and he was afraid that he would fall asleep at Zhuang Xiaoque's house.

"Alas..." After a while, Zhuang Xiaoque sighed while holding the magazine.

"what happened?"

"Look, the title of this article is 'Forgetfulness is not a problem'" Zhuang Xiaoque turned to that page of the magazine, put it on Fan Ziqian's lap, and pointed to the big title.

"Forgetfulness is not easy to treat..." Fan Ziqian said.

"Yeah, I think so too. If there is a way to cure my forgetfulness, I won't lose things every day, don't you think?"

Fan Ziqian nodded.

"But, this damn article..." Zhuang Xiaoque took Fan Ziqian to read the entire article, and found that the first half was about the introduction and definition of forgetfulness, and the second half was about how to adjust your mentality to face it.

"There is still no cure..." Fan Ziqian said.

Zhuang Xiaoque turned to the first page and pointed to the subtitle below the main title: "This is the key point..."

Forgetfulness is not a problem - how to live with it.

Fan Ziqian smiled: "Nowadays, the articles are all bullshit. They attract you to read them first, and then they are full of nonsense. In the end, you still can't find a reason to criticize them."

Zhuang Xiaoque nodded: "Isn't it a textbook that is full of nonsense?"

"it's the same."

"Then what book should I read?"

"Look?"

"Everyone likes to write books by themselves these days."

"Writing a book? No, am I out?"

Fan Ziqian smiled slightly, took out his mobile phone, and logged into a certain website, where he had collected an ancient romance novel with more than 7 words.

"You wrote this?" Zhuang Xiaoque asked with widened eyes in surprise.

"No..." Fan Ziqian's eyes dimmed a little, but he felt that the characters and stories in this novel were surprisingly similar to him, so he collected it.

This author is really stupid, the writing style is very poor, the writing style is very white, and the plot is ridiculous, a beauty falls in love with a handsome guy, and now they love each other very much, do they need to write so many words?One word and it's done...

Fan Ziqian handed the mobile phone to Zhuang Xiaoque, and she took it to look at it with great interest.

"There are a lot of hits..." Zhuang Xiaoque said, "I also want to write a novel."

"what type?"

"Fantasy!"

"Oh, is it Moon Nightmare?" Fan Ziqian remembered that she had mentioned Moon Nightmare to him.

"What is Moon Nightmare?" Zhuang Xiaoque asked blankly.

"...Every moonlit night, moon nightmares will come to people, eating dreams to survive, you told me." Fan Ziqian was helpless, she would not be so forgetful to this extent.

"Oh, now I'm investigating a married couple." In fact, every time Zhuang Xiaoque said something, she made it up casually, and she couldn't remember who she said what to.

"I've only heard of the Gap Girl."

"It's a woman with a mouth in the front and a mouth in the back." Zhuang Xiaoque explained seriously.

Fan Ziqian blinked with a strange expression.

"There is a related legend in Japan. It roughly tells that the stepmother abused the child badly. After the child died, the child turned into an evil spirit and bent down into the stepmother's body. Once, the husband accidentally injured the back of the stepmother's head with an ax for chopping wood, and the wound gradually became a wound. Open your mouth, grow your teeth, and eat until you eat your stepmother to death."

"Really?" Fan Ziqian was surprised.

"It's just a legend, but I'm working on it."

"How to study?" Fan Ziqian said with a smile.

"Observational studies, of course."

"How to observe?"

Zhuang Xiaoque said: "When I see a woman with a single ponytail, I think it must be used to cover her mouth."

"..."

At Fan Ziqian's house, Han Xin was watching a movie with Brother Jiao Tan. It was a classic horror movie.Liu Cenjin had covered Han Xin's eyes since the beginning, so he could only hear voices.

After a movie ended, Han Xin fell asleep on the sofa, Liu Cenjin wiped off his sweat, the little thing finally fell asleep, he quickly put her on the bed, and waited for Fan Ziqian to come back.

At this moment, Fan Ziqian just called.

"Hey?"

"Is Han Xin obedient?"

"Very obedient, she fell asleep watching a horror movie."

"You show her horror movies?"

"It's what she wants to see."

"Which one?"

"Thailand."

"..."

"How dare I really show her a horror movie."

"you win."

"Well, don't worry, I won't scare her. I will cover her eyes the whole time."

"...Look at Taijiong and still cover your eyes?"

"Oh, if you don't cover your eyes, won't she know it's not a horror movie?"

you won again...

"Okay." Fan Ziqian said, "I'll be back in a while."

The author has something to say:

☆、Let's buy a mobile phone

Outside the teaching building, there was a row of luxuriant sycamores. A young man in plain clothes was standing under the tree. His hair was slightly disheveled by the wind, and his eyes were shining with the light of fireworks in the dark night.

The get out of class bell rang, and the students walked out of the teaching building one after another.

Ten minutes passed, and the boy stood under the tree and looked around, looking for the familiar figure.

Half an hour passed, and the boy still hadn't left, the crowd thinned out, and finally the teachers all came out, but the man was still missing.

An hour later, the boy left the playground silently.

Fan Ziqian sent Han Xin to the kindergarten and took the bus to school. He had no class this morning, but Leng Qiaochen insisted on calling him early in the morning to wake him up and ask him to accompany him to buy a mobile phone.

Why do you have to come to school to buy a mobile phone, just meet in the mall directly.

At the door of the office, Fan Ziqian happened to meet Leng Qiaochen who came out of it. He held a key in his hand and said, "You just came. I just borrowed a car. Let's go."

"What are you borrowing a car for?"

"Go buy a mobile phone."

Fan Ziqian didn't speak, and followed him to the elevator.

"It's convenient to have a car." Leng Qiaochen added as if talking to himself.

Fan Ziqian nodded.

"What brand of mobile phone should I buy?" he asked.

"You decide."

"5S, now you can buy a mobile phone case, a film and a shelf for free. Or you can buy a Note3, which has a big screen and is still popular."

"Note3... Do you also watch the stars?" Leng Qiaochen looked at Fan Ziqian with a smile. He always heard the female teacher in the same office and her husband begging for this phone.

"Why don't you buy a black one, if it's time to judge the professor, use this to complement it!" Fan Ziqian smiled mischievously.

"It's too expensive. My salary is two months." Leng Qiaochen said.

"But I like this." Fan Ziqian said.

Leng Qiaochen stopped talking and drove quietly.

Going out for shopping on weekdays is a good choice, without the hassle of crowds and parking.

Fan Ziqian and Leng Qiaochen easily found a parking space, walked into the mall, and went directly to the floor where mobile phones were sold.

Speaking of buying a mobile phone, there is really no need to worry about it. How many people belong to the entangled split personality?Let me tell you, if it is simple and rude, go directly to buy the latest iPhone and Samsung. Don't ask me why, ask what you like.If it’s not simple and rough, just go shopping again. It’s not an advertisement. A large part of domestic mobile phones are very user-friendly, and some counterfeit phones are also very good.

In fact, many people struggle because they have already priced the mobile phone they want to buy, which is the most difficult thing to buy. There are basically no bright spots below 2000. It can only be said that it is still the same. The price-performance ratio of domestic phones above 2000 is good, but you have to choose a brand. Xiaomi, oppo or vivo, it can only be said that the current mobile phones have their own advantages.

So what Fan Ziqian is now struggling with is what price Leng Qiaochen wants to buy. After the product entered the mall without saying a word, he hurried past every counter, completely ignoring the shopping guides who asked if he needed help.

After turning around twice, Leng Qiaochen stopped in front of a Sony counter, stared straight at the latest model and said to Fan Ziqian, "This is Note3, right?"

"Ah!" Fan Ziqian really wanted to cover his mouth, how long has it been since you paid attention to electronic products.

"Note3 is Samsung..."

"Huh? I always thought it was Sony."

"Do you think Koreans use other brands of mobile phones for TV dramas?" Fan Ziqian was really speechless.

"Also..." Leng Qiaochen suddenly realized.

"Do you two want to see the real phone? This one is waterproof." The shopping guide said enthusiastically.

"No..."

Fan Ziqian dragged Leng Qiaochen to the Samsung counter.

In the blink of an eye, the whole morning had passed, and the girls' dormitory was very noisy at noon. A boy was standing downstairs in the girls' dormitory, looking up at the window that he had never looked at before, feeling extremely cold in his heart.

Is she quietly reading, sleeping, or chatting and eating in the dormitory?

A girl came downstairs with a kettle, and when she saw the boy, she shouted in surprise, "Xi Nian?"

This is Ren Yige's roommate, her classmate.

The boy's eyes seemed to hold a little hope, and he asked quickly: "Is Yige in the dormitory, I want to find her."

The girl hesitated, but still told him: "Yige dropped out of school."

The boy's heart suddenly felt empty, and he was stunned in surprise, unwilling to believe his ears.

"why?"

The girl shook her head: "I don't know, I dropped out of school suddenly, it's been several days, and everything has been taken away."

The boy's sad eyes were about to overflow with tears. He bit his lip, nodded and said he understood, and walked towards the front of the dormitory building.

Ren Yige, why did you escape in this way? Is it because you are afraid that I will pester you?That's not enough to be scared to drop out of school...

After coming out of the shopping mall, Leng Qiaochen drove the car and said that he wanted to invite Fan Ziqian to dinner. Anyway, Han Xin went to live with her father for the next two days, so Fan Ziqian agreed.

Lao Leng still bought Note3. When he went to pay, the salesperson brought two mobile phones to Fan Ziqian for inspection, one black and one white.Fan Ziqian said: "Let's be black."

The salesperson said: "The gentleman paid for two mobile phones and said he wanted one white and one black."

Fan Ziqian was surprised.

After Leng Qiaochen paid the money and came back, he said to Fan Ziqian, "I'll send you off for nothing."

"Really?!..." Big surprise.

When Fan Ziqian was sitting in the car holding his favorite mobile phone, he didn't realize that these two mobile phones cost Leng Qiaochen nearly half a year's salary...

"What are we going to eat?" Fan Ziqian asked.He likes to ask this question the most, because every time he is with Han Fang, it is Han Fang who makes up his mind. Han Fang is like a know-it-all. He always knows what is delicious, what is fun, what movies are good, and he knows the exact location...

"What do you want to eat?" Leng Qiaochen asked back.

Fan Ziqian thought for a long time, then shook his head: "I don't know."

"Then let's watch as we walk, and stop when we see something we want to eat." Leng Qiaochen said.

"it is good."

The car passed through the streets and arrived at a main road full of restaurants. Leng Qiaochen slowed down the car. Fan Ziqian looked at the restaurants that usually ate similarly to Han Yan, and there was a stubborn emotion in it, as if if he and Han Yan would eat together. If other men go, it will be the same as betraying Han Fang.

Pick one that you haven't been to. Fan Ziqian's eyes finally fell on a barbecue town. The business there is booming and it looks good. Han Fang will not go there.

"Let's go to this barbecue city." Fan Ziqian said.

"Okay." Leng Qiaochen parked the car on the side of the road.

The author has something to say:

☆、Xi Nian, are you back?

When we came out of the barbecue city, it was already night, and the prosperity exclusive to this city rose with the night, hiding the exhausted street scene in the feasting and feasting.

Fan Ziqian looked at Leng Qiaochen who had just drank seven or eight bottles of beer beside him, he was still so calm and indifferent.This man, seemingly forever sane, would never let anything get out of hand.He walked to the car without saying a word, opened the door for Fan Ziqian, and then drove him back.

Strips of neon light flashed past, and the car windows cut off the noise and bustle. At this moment, they were in the same space. Leng Qiaochen was driving the car, and turned to see Fan Ziqian leaning on the seat and sleeping peacefully. He couldn't help thinking that his love was deeper than the night.

He fell in love with Fan Ziqian, he fell in love with this boy who loves love more than himself, so he loves the house and loves love.

A man's love is a kind of need, a kind of giving, a kind of protection and a kind of request.

And Fan Ziqian's love is only one kind, that is, expectation.

This is an illusory feeling. When he loves someone, he is more in love with the feeling of loving him. If this person is as sensitive as Fan Ziqian, he will definitely be jealous of love.

Han Yan is not a sensitive person, but Leng Qiaochen is.

In Fan Ziqian's view of love, he needs to keep loving, looking forward to that person, looking forward to love, but once two people fall in love with each other, he will worry about gains and losses again, because stable love makes him lose expectations.That's why every certain time, he would act like a baby with Han Yan and ask some strange questions.

The car arrived outside the community where Fan Ziqian lived. Fan Ziqian woke up from a deep sleep. He had never slept so well. He thanked Leng Qiaochen and opened the door to get out of the car.

"Wait!" Leng Qiaochen suddenly stopped him.

"Ah?" Fan Ziqian, who had just left, stuck his head in again.

Leng Qiaochen leaned over, stroked Fan Ziqian's side face with one hand, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

Leng Qiaochen, who drove the car all the way to 100, kept recalling the scene just now in his mind, and Fan Ziqian, who was standing in the elevator, was also dazed by the automatic loop playback of the scene just now.

Leng Qiaochen parked the car downstairs, took the key and went upstairs.

The entire corridor was empty, and Leng Qiaochen was still reminiscing about that kiss just now, it was extremely beautiful.If possible, he would like to maintain such a pure relationship with Fan Ziqian forever, trust each other, don't be too suspicious, don't be suspicious, don't misunderstand, get along calmly and casually, stay together like friends and relatives.

On the fourth floor, Leng Qiaochen was about to take the key to open the door, but when he raised his head, he saw a figure.

"Xi Nian?"

Xi Nian, who was pale and haggard, was sitting at the door of Leng Qiaochen. After seeing him, he quickly stood up, patted his buttocks, and said softly, "I have no place to live."

Leng Qiaochen sighed: "Where have you been these days?" He opened the door and let Xi Nian in.

"My friend's house." Xi Nian walked into the room, sat down on the sofa without changing his shoes.

Leng Qiaochen didn't ask any more questions. Xi Nian came to him with this appearance, so he would naturally say what he had to say.

"My mother sold the house, and I have no place to live," Xi Nian said.

"Why doesn't your mother care about you?"

"How can she have time to care about me, she left again, this morning's plane."

"Where?"

"I don't know, the south..." Xi Nian stared blankly at the bedroom, with disgust in his words. "Anyway, she doesn't want me anymore. I have no mother." After speaking, he made an indifferent expression, but the expression on his face didn't look very relaxed.

"My house only has one bed." Leng Qiaochen said, he didn't want to drive Xi Nian away, he just told him the actual situation and asked for his opinion.

"Maybe you should find Fan Ziqian, his family has a lot of beds."

"Hmph." Xi Nian sneered, "There are many beds, and there are many men." He came back and heard a lot about Fan Ziqian. Some people said that the charred man who had originally pursued Xi Nian fell in love with Fan Ziqian again, because the two been in contact.

Hearing this sentence, Leng Qiaochen looked a little annoyed.

"You let me stay, right?" Xi Nian's eyes gleamed with sorrow, his tone became very soft, he looked at Leng Qiaochen, almost begging.

Leng Qiaochen didn't speak, he tidied up the house and said silently: "Go to sleep, class will start tomorrow."

There was a hint of gratitude in Xi Nian's eyes, and he took off his clothes as quickly as possible and went to bed, he was afraid that if Qiao Chen would regret it...

After a long time, Leng Qiaochen didn't go to bed, Xi Nian couldn't help getting out of bed to look for him, and saw him lying on the sofa in the living room, covered with a coat.

"You'd better go to bed." Xi Nian said.

Leng Qiaochen didn't open his eyes: "No need."

"You can't sleep on the sofa every day, let's sleep on the bed." Xi Nian actually wanted to say that he planned to live here forever, because he really had nowhere to go.

"Go to sleep." Leng Qiaochen turned over, turned his back to the bedroom, and kept silent.

Xi Nian sniffled, and walked in pitifully to sleep.

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Fan Ziqian was pleasantly surprised when he saw Xi Nian in class. He came back and seemed to be normal.When Xi Nian saw him, he just glanced at him lightly, didn't say anything, and didn't look in the eyes.

"Xi Nian, where have you been these days?" Fan Ziqian asked him.

"A friend's house." He answered simply and neatly.

Fan Ziqian was really glad that he was still willing to talk to him.

Xi Nian was not attending class, he looked at Leng Qiaochen's stern face and his tender eyes on Fan Ziqian, and said to Fan Ziqian expressionlessly, "Do you know that Ren Yige dropped out of school?"

Fan Ziqian nodded, feeling suddenly sad. He heard from Leng Qiaochen a few days ago that Ren Yige's counselor was in the same office as Leng Qiaochen. When she went to drop out, Leng Qiaochen was there, and the reason for this was He also knows.

Fan Ziqian went to Ren Yige's house to look for her, and her mother told Fan Ziqian that she didn't want them to know the reason for her dropout, so don't mention it in front of her.

Now, Xi Nian has a playful smile in his eyes, as if everything between now and before is a dream, and the child lost in this dream, his strong self-esteem and haughty posture does not allow himself to accept those things, he I would rather pretend to be indifferent.

Facing Xi Nian like this, Fan Ziqian still felt very guilty. Xi Nian had been missing since that day. He was very worried about him and missed him very much. Now that he is back, he didn't know what to say. He asked cautiously: "Xi Nian Year, are you okay?"

"Since being raped?" Xi Nian asked with a half-smile.

Fan Ziqian panicked, he was most afraid of him like this.

"You've been raped many times and you're fine, so why should I?" Xi Nian looked at Fan Ziqian with raised eyebrows, with sharp thorns in his words.

Fan Ziqian lowered his head, not wanting to see his proud face.

Xi Nian, why did you become like this?

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☆, miserable life

There are still 15 days before Han Fang's return. Fan Ziqian, who has finally survived for half a month, feels empty and lonely in the days when Han Fang is not at home. Han Xin asks Fan Ziqian when Han Fang will come back every day when he comes back from kindergarten. Brother and sister love each other deeply. Ah... But it was only later that Fan Ziqian realized that Han Xin was trying to make Fan Ziqian feel better.

So Fan Meiren was so moved that she often called Han Fang at night to ask him to come back early.

That night, the sound of phone calls kept coming from Fan Meiren's room.

Fan Ziqian was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone, and Han Fang on the other side of the phone was teaching him how to solve the problem of emptiness at night by himself.

Fan Ziqian listened to Han Fang's eloquent speech with a blank face.

After a while, Fan Ziqian yawned: "Han Fang, I'm sleepy."

"Go to sleep there, when I come back, all problems will be solved." Han Yan said with a smile.

"Well, you're sleeping too."

"Did you change your phone?" Han Yan asked suddenly.

"Well, it's changed."

"I said, why did you change the tail of your Weibo?"

After saying goodnight, Fan Ziqian lay on the bed, and a text message came to his cell phone an hour ago, because he was chatting with Han Yan about a passionate topic, and he didn't read it.

It was from Leng Qiaochen.