how many boogie i used to like you

In the past few days, Zhao Fengshi came to the hospital less frequently. He said that he was too busy with work, and he seemed to have something on his mind to spare time to see Lin Ci.Lin Ci could feel that he was absent-minded, and asked him only that he was fine, but the tiredness in his voice could still be heard clearly.

The operation was just around the corner, and Lin Ci felt nervous for no reason these days. When he was nervous, he felt a stomachache. He didn't feel it if he didn't eat well. When Zhao Fengshi came to see him, he felt that he had lost a lot of weight.

He told Lin Ci not to worry, Lin Ci sat cross-legged on the soft sofa by the window, basking in the sun, like a lazy cat, when he heard his words, he opened his eyes, and his amber pupils scattered in the light He said, "I'm not worried, but I'm a little nervous when I think that I can see things after the surgery."

"What are you nervous about?"

Lin Ci smiled, that smile was exactly the same as in high school, with the corners of her mouth raised and her head tilted in a naughty way.

Zhao Fengshi was startled, stared at him without blinking, and heard him say: "I'm wondering what to do if you look crooked?"

He couldn't help but also smiled, and his tone was a little more relaxed, "Don't worry, I'm even more handsome now than I was in high school."

"Come on, you're the only one who can praise yourself like that." Lin Ci pursed her lips, deliberately pretending to be disdainful, but couldn't hold back in the next second, and the corners of her mouth lifted into a laugh.

He said to Zhao Fengshi: "When I finish the operation, I have something to tell you."

Zhao Fengshi was about to leave after not long in the hospital. Lin Ci took out his notepad from the drawer after he left. He held the pen, groped for the exact position on the paper, and then slowly wrote down.

When the pen was tapped on the white paper, the black ink marks were blurred and a circle was drawn.

He actually had a lot of things in his mind that he wanted to say to Zhao Fengshi, but when he put them on his lips, it became a pantomime. Now he wrote them down with a pen, but stopped abruptly after writing the three words Zhao Fengshi.

The ambiguity in the heart collided with each other, and after the long paragraphs of thoughts were written in pen and ink, they were only reduced to a small poem, which was Zhou Jiang's "Desert".

It is written in the poem that no grass grows here / Then you come here and walk around / Everything grows miraculously / This is my heart

So he wrote this poem, and added eight crooked and shy characters at the end, Zhao Fengshi, I like you too.

Zhao Junru returned home early today and called Zhao Fengshi back. The father and son were in the study room, and before they could speak, they could feel the tit-for-tat acrimony.

Zhao Junru stared at Zhao Fengshi and said, "Do you know what Secretary Zhang told me?"

Zhao Fengshi was silent, smiled and asked, "What did you say?"

Looking at his foolish bastard, Zhao Junru felt furious. He raised his hand and was about to slap him, but Zhao Fengshi held his hand back. Zhao Fengshi pushed him away. Zhao Junru narrowed his eyes and looked at him. Zhao Fengshi said, "She If you don't like me, what can I do?"

"I don't think I don't like it." Zhao Junru sneered, and he said, "You think I don't know about your tricks?"

"I did not lie to you……"

Zhao Fengshi defended in a low voice, but was interrupted by Zhao Junru, "The operation will be delayed until you finish the wedding."

Zhao Fengshi was taken aback for a moment, he looked at Zhao Junru in disbelief, looked at Zhao Junru dumbly, and hurriedly said in a daze for a few seconds: "You...how can you do this?"

He seemed to be speechless, his back was cold and his hands and feet were trembling. After a moment of silence, he said, "You are a doctor, how could you use such conditions to threaten...your own son."

Zhao Junru was unmoved, he stared at the rare fragility on Zhao Fengshi's face, and said to him: "If you still feel that you are my son, don't do those things that shame the Zhao family, and stay with men I will never approve of such a thing.”

Zhao Fengshi felt as if he was trapped in an invisible cage. The surroundings were not walls, but sharp knives that would pop up at any moment to kill him.

When he came out of the gate, he even forgot to drive the car. When he crossed the steps, he nearly fell and staggered. He finally stood still. He supported his knees, lowered his painful head, and panted heavily.

The aunt who was doing things wanted to help him, Zhao Fengshi shook his head slightly, and he said, "I'll just take it easy."

As he said this, he slowly straightened up, opened the door to the yard, and walked forward aimlessly.

There is a small road outside the courtyard, each household is separated by a wide distance, and many green vegetation are planted on both sides. In the early spring, young buds appeared on the tops of the trees, and the leaves were all in bloom. Zhao Fengshi looked at the new leaves, and walked under the shade of the tree to stop down the steps.

Zhao Junru's purpose is to get him married, but marriage is a lifelong event, and he can't hurt others just because of it.

He thought for a long time, put aside some hesitation, and after a game with himself, he made the next decision.

In the ward, Lin Ci was lying on the sofa holding a notepad, and he secretly wrote a few lines of poems to polish his little love letter.

Zhao Fengshi turned around on the long forest path, and he walked towards Zhao's house clenching his fists, every step seemed to be on the tip of a knife.

Under the warm and bright sunlight, Lin Ci turned over a page, rubbed her fingers over the paper, and felt the slightly protruding handwriting underneath.

In the dappled and dim light of the tree shadows, Zhao Fengshi pushed open the courtyard door, he held the railing, and his palm was stung by the coldness of the corners.

The love letter that Lin Porcelain had repeatedly polished was not sent out in the end.

His operation was arranged in advance, but Zhao Fengshi was not able to accompany him when he was pushed into the operating room.

Everyone didn't say anything, and that person seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

Before the operation, he took the nurse's hand and asked her to hand over the notebook beside the bed to Zhao Fengshi if he had an accident. The nurse looked at him with a complicated expression, but Lin Ci didn't know anything. .

Until he lifted the gauze, opened his eyes, and came to the light again, Zhao Junru came to him in person, his vision was still blurred, but he could see the light. After the fog slowly disappeared, he saw a picture similar to that of Zhao Fengshi in high school. s face.

He called Uncle, Zhao Junru stared at Lin Ci, surrounded by silence, at this moment he looked much older than before, his eyes were filled with exhaustion, Lin Ci cautiously asked: "Uncle, where is he? Where did Zhao Fengshi go?"

After a moment of silence, he heard Zhao Fengshi's father say that Fengshi...he committed suicide.

……

Zhou Jiang’s "Desert" can actually be read upside down, this is my heart/everything grows miraculously/afterwards you come here and walk around/here is barren and no grass grows

His love letter may be put on hold forever, like a wandering corpse, thrown coldly in the notepad.

The crooked handwriting, some words hidden in my heart, and the likes flowing out of the cut heart are all stained with blood.

All love must have a past.

Thank you for giving me a ray of light in the hopeless dark time, I love you.

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