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"Blood? Where did the blood come from?"

Hearing this, Qi Qingyun frowned, and inserted the chopsticks held by her fingertips into the soft rice. When she raised her head, her eyes were slightly condensed, and her pupils reflected a faint cold light under the lamp, reflecting Zhong Xue's dull cheeks like a puppet.

"I have blood on my face." When Zhong Xuejin spoke, she quickly turned to her side and covered her forehead with her right hand, as if blood was really bubbling there, "A lot."

While speaking, his fingertips began to tremble, and after landing on the edge of the bag he was carrying, he quickly poked it in, eagerly searching for something.

But I don’t know if he was flustered or flustered. Zhong Xue couldn’t find the contents of the bag, so he had to pick up the bag and rummaged through it, but his hands trembled so that he couldn’t hold the bag stably. It fell all over the ground along the huge opening, making a crackling sound.

The sound was sharp and piercing, as if a boulder had fallen on the glass, causing a strong air tremor and a strong impact on the eardrums, causing the expressions of the people around to change slightly, and then they all stopped eating and talking. Their eyes fell on Zhong Xuejin one by one.

Zhong Xue seemed to be frightened by the movement she made, first she covered her face helplessly, and then glanced anxiously at Qi Qingyun who was sitting across from her corner of the eye.

After meeting Qi Qingyun's dazed gaze, Zhong Xuejin's heart sank, then she quickly pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, stood up abruptly, squatted down, and began to pack her things nervously.

Qi Qingjun saw that Zhong Xuejin had disappeared halfway through his meal, put the chopsticks back into the bowl of noodles, said "Excuse me" to the people around him, stood up, leaned over to look at Zhong Xuejin who was squatting under the table, The tone is very low:

"Have you finished picking it up?"

"..." Zhong Xue did not speak, and slowly groped among the sundries, her eyes lit up when she touched a pack of wet tissues, she quickly unpacked and took out a wet tissue, and started Wipe your face vigorously.

He was already white, and after rubbing it, it was like red plums falling on the white snow, pressing out a light powder.

Unexpectedly, as if he didn't feel any pain, he rubbed his skin with a tissue one after another. The red marks became deeper and deeper. The red plums were layered on top of each other, and even stained with some finger marks, which looked shocking. soul.

Qi Qingyun's face darkened, and she walked quickly to Zhong Xuejin's side, squatted down and firmly held Zhong Xuejin's wrist, her voice raised slightly:

"Stop wiping!"

"I have blood on my face." Zhong Xuejin was a little panicked, covering her face with a mask in a panic, revealing a pair of red and bloodshot eyes, repeating in a low voice over and over again: "I have blood on my face, I don't want to show it to you."

His expression seemed to be a little excited. Before Qi Qingyun touched him, he seemed to subconsciously want to resist, but after realizing that the person in front of him was Qi Qingyun, he forced himself to put down his raised hand, and let Qi Qingyun stiffly let him go. Yun approached.

"..." Qi Qingyun held his wrist easily, always felt that the person in front of him looked like a cat with fried hair, so he took a breath and comforted:

"It was there before, but it isn't anymore."

"Really?" Zhong Xue squatted on the ground and looked up at Qi Qingyun, a little unbelievable: "It's really gone?"

"Well, I wiped it clean for you before." Qi Qingyun responded, remembering that she had indeed wiped Zhong Xuejin's face clean before sending him to the infirmary.

Seeing Zhong Xuejin's face full of disbelief, Qi Qingyun could only helplessly take out a wet tissue, lightly touched Zhong Xuejin's flushed face, and then unfolded the tissue for the other party to see:

"Look, there's no blood."

Only then did Zhong Xuejin heave a sigh of relief, as if her whole body had been drained of strength, her legs softened, and she fell directly into Qi Qingyun's arms.

Qi Qingyun's fingertips froze slightly, and her peripheral vision fell on the trembling shoulders of the other party. She sighed, touched his head soothingly, and then pulled Zhong Xuejin up from the ground.

"Let's eat." Qi Qingyun looked at the person in front of him with complicated eyes, thinking that the person in front of him really couldn't be his wife, Zhong Xuejin had never been so neurotic before.

Zhong Xue had no idea what Qi Qingyun was thinking, she nodded obediently when she heard the words, picked up the meal and slowly ate, but when eating, she would still take a tissue to wipe the table in front of her.

Qi Qingyun thought that the other party liked to be clean, so she didn't meddle in other people's business anymore.

Qi Yousui didn't come to class in the afternoon, Qi Qingyun didn't bother to take care of him, and was quite happy.

The only flaw is that he always feels that the pain in his throat is getting worse, and he coughs from time to time, which greatly affects the efficiency of his study.

When Zhong Xue heard the words, she paused her note-taking hand, turned her head to look at him, her eyes were full of worry.

Before the bell rang for the end of the third period, Zhong Xue quickly tore off a piece of paper and wrote a line, then handed it to Qi Qingyun.

Qi Qingjun took it in doubt, and took a closer look. It was written in nine large characters "Wait for me at the school gate after school".

Qi Qingyun: "..."

Before he had time to ask why, when the bell rang in a hurry, Zhong Xuejin disappeared like the wind.

Qi Qingyun: "..."

What's the matter, running in such a hurry?

He was a bit confused by Monk Zhang Er, but he didn't think too much about it. He slowly packed today's notes and put the books in his schoolbag.

It has been 16 years since he was reborn, and it has been more than 20 years since his college entrance examination. Some things have been completely forgotten. Coupled with the year-by-year adjustment of the syllabus and the deepening of the difficulty, it is inevitable for Qi Qingyun to study. Some strenuous.

He packed up his mood, and then walked slowly towards the school gate.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, Chu Queze, who has been inseparable from Qi Yousui in the past, seems to have been following Qi Qingyun this afternoon, until Qi Qingyun stopped at the school gate, and Chu Queze passed him.

"Here, this is cold medicine." Qi Qingyun stood leaning against a tree, and Zhong Xuejin quickly locked his position as if he had installed a GPS on him, and ran over from the side, holding a slow Slowly handed a bag of medicine to Qi Qingyun.

Beads of sweat were still oozing from his forehead, and when he smiled, his eyes were crescent-like. He was silly and cute, and he could be rounded and flattened like snow glutinous rice dumplings.

Compared with the time in the hotel before, the current situation really resembles Zhong Xuejin's appearance when she was young.

Qi Qingyun was dazzled by his appearance, and after she settled down, she was about to refuse, but Zhong Xue seemed to guess that Qi Qingyun would refuse, and stuffed the medicine into Qi Qingyun's arms all at once. , and then ran away. The target seemed to be a Mercedes-Benz with a five-digit license plate numbered "8" not far away.

"Hey, you..." Qi Qingyun was a little dumbfounded, and was about to chase after him, but when Zhong Xuejin was about to open the back door, the person inside suddenly stretched out a thin and powerful foot, suddenly kicked Zhong Xuejin's soft abdomen.

Zhong Xuejin was kicked and took two steps backwards, subconsciously gasped in pain, covered her stomach and raised her eyes, her eyes unexpectedly met Qi Yousui's sinister eyes sitting on the seat with her arms folded, and her movements He was stagnant, then lowered his head, slowly closed the door, and sat on the co-pilot.

Qi Qingyun, who was watching the whole process, looked at the rear of the car and couldn't help frowning: "..."

What kind of feud did Zhong Xuejin have with Qi Yousui, so that Qi Yousui felt so hostile towards Zhong Xuejin?

But after all, this is someone else's business, so Qi Qingyun couldn't care less about it, she looked down at the medicine Zhong Xuejin bought for herself, sighed softly, and got on the bus home.

Although the house Qi Qingyun lives in is quite old, it is clean and tidy.

Qi Qingyun came out of the foggy bathroom after taking a shower, her neck was still a little wet, and water dripped down her collarbone.

He picked up a towel and wiped his hair, his eyes fell on the medicine on the table, he paused, his throat, which he had finally suppressed, began to itch again, like ants gnawing his throat, a little uncomfortable.

In order not to get sick, Qi Qingyun could only get up and boil water, and began to brew cold spirit.

While cooking the medicine, he took a look at the class group and found that Liu Chengbi had sent a message in the group, to the effect that the boys' dormitory had been renovated, and if there were any students who needed to live in, please deduct 1 for the head count.

Qi Qingyun unwrapped the plastic wrapping paper, replied "1", then poured hot water into the cup, and sat back on the bed holding it with one hand.

Because No. 1111 Middle School is a private school, the accommodation conditions are pretty good. In order to save the time between school and home, most of the students are willing to live in the school, except for students who have accommodation at home or have parents to pick them up. "[-]" dialog box.

Qi Qingyun glanced at it, feeling a little bored, just about to put down the phone, but saw a person with the head of a bamboo in the snow also sent a "1", and then fell silent again.

Qi Qingyun's heart trembled slightly, and she sat up subconsciously, staring at the painting of the bamboo in the snow, which could no longer be ordinary, and was stunned for a few seconds.

After a while, Qi Qingyun felt that his reaction was a little too strong, and after a long while, he slowly relaxed his body and sat back.

Strange, why did he immediately think that the other person was Zhong Xuejin, who had the same name and surname as his wife when he saw this profile picture?

Although she has the same name and surname as Zhong Xuejin, and even looks the same, her personality is very different.

Moreover, now that Zhong Xuejin's forehead is wrapped in gauze, Qi Qingyun doesn't seem to see the iconic red mole.

Qi Qingyun was lying on the bed, the thoughts in her heart were entangled like a mess, pressing heavily on her heart, two faces of the same age but different ages appeared alternately in front of her, when Zhong Xuejin had a difficult delivery and called her before she suddenly woke up, That cry of pain.

I don't know how the other party is doing now......

Thinking of this, Qi Qingyun suddenly sat up straight, opened the browser of the mobile phone before his body realized, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly entered the three words "Zhong Xuejin" in the search box.

It was obviously not an uncommon word, but it took Qi Qingyun a minute to type it correctly. Looking at the familiar name on the search bar, Qi Qingyun's fingertips trembled slightly, and it took a long time before she pressed hard on the tempered film——

The webpage starts to jump.

But the internet speed seems to be a bit slow, Qi Qingyun waited for a long time and only got a blank page, gritted his teeth, cut off the traffic again, and searched again.

After switching the traffic, the network started to speed up, and several entries popped up in front of him, Qi Qingyun suddenly realized that he was afraid to look at them, subconsciously closed his eyes, and waited until the deafening heartbeat slowly subsided before slowly He narrowed his eyes and looked at the phone screen.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Qi Qingyun has to admit that for a moment, he was really afraid to see the news that Zhong Xue was going to have an accident or remarry.

But the strange thing is that Zhong Xuejin, the son of the richest man in Nangang, did not leave too many traces on the Internet, not even a dedicated entry.

Qi Qingyun gave a strange "Huh?", thinking that it shouldn't be, in her previous life, Zhong Xuejin had worked at the Zhong Corporation anyway, and was published in newspapers as a young entrepreneur, how could his deeds be published on the Internet? nor?

Qi Qingjun opened his eyes, and began to quickly search for Zhong Xuejin's information. However, he searched hard for a long time, but only found a few papers published by Zhong Xuejin during his master's period, and all his previous information seemed to be All were erased.

As if the world had evaporated, if it weren't for the name of Zhong Xuejin signed on those few papers, Qi Qingyun would even wonder if her previous acquaintance with Zhong Xuejin was just a dream.

Qi Qingyun's cold sweat broke out on the spot, but at this time the internet was still stuck. He searched furiously for a long time, but he couldn't find any information about Zhong Xuejin, and the screen of his phone was blacked out by him. The phone fell to the ground and kicked the table hard.

The hot medicinal liquid spilled out of the cup noodles and flowed down the corner of the table, making messy traces like snakes.

Qi Qingyun took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, casually put on her coat, took the keys, and knocked on the neighbor's door.

His family is poor and he doesn't have a computer. Maybe the neighbors have one, which can make it easier for him to search for information.

With this in mind, he tentatively knocked on the neighbor's door.

After knocking three times in a row, there was the sound of dragging footsteps inside the silent door, and someone seemed to mutter "who is it" inside, then grabbed the handle and opened the door with a click.

Qi Qingyun raised her head and showed a polite smile, just as she was about to express her intention of coming, when the person opposite saw him for the first time, she was stunned on the spot, and even accidentally broke the water glass in her hand.

The broken sound cut through the dark air, and placed Qi Qingyun at the junction of shadows where the indoor lights couldn't reach.

During the day, Qi Qingyun always wore a mask because he caught a cold and didn't want to infect others, so Chu Queze never knew what Qi Qingyun looked like. Dilated, pupils trembled slightly, seemed a little unbelievable, opened his mouth, and let out a breath sound from his throat, he couldn't even care about the scalding of his shocked hands, and blurted out:

"Uncle Qi?!"

Qi Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to say anything, Chu Queze suddenly took two steps back, more frightened than shocked, trembling twice, tears even burst out of his eyes, tremblingly said:

"You... turned into a ghost and came to me?"

Qi Qingyun: "..."