Seagull

Chang Ze held Zhang Lan's icy hand, and pulled him out of his memory, "A Lan?"

Zhang Lan's face turned pale, and his lips turned white along the way: "...Yes."

Chang Ze stroked the back of Zhang Lan's hand and asked, "I remember you said to look for it, but it was not long ago that you found Zhang Qi?"

Zhang Lan: "Yes, last semester."

Chang Ze: "December when Zhang Qi returned to China to find Wang Ying?"

Zhang Lan: "Yes. The first time I was in a coffee shop, I heard the owner call a person named Zhang Qi. I was very sensitive to these two words. They looked a bit similar, but I wasn't sure if it was what I was looking for. Then I He was there for two days, paralyzed and watching the live broadcast."

Chang Ze listened and began to talk about old problems again: "So you went there to do a part-time job and found out that he was watching Wang Ying's live broadcast room. You also watched it when you went back. You were fascinated by it, and you were discovered by Gao Ran?"

Zhang Lan: "Yes..."

Chang Ze narrowed his eyes and questioned from his throat: "Huh?"

Zhang Lan: "I went to see it, just to confirm my identity, but I didn't get fascinated by it."

Chang Ze smiled comfortably: "That's about the same. Then Zhang Qi went abroad, why didn't you resign? This job is dispensable to you, right?"

This simple question seemed to stump Zhang Lan, and he remained silent again.

Chang Ze smirked: "Alan, answer me. This must be answered, and you can't lie."

Zhang Lan faltered: "...Because of you..."

Chang Ze pretended not to understand, and asked again: "Because of me?"

Zhang Lan's face quickly turned red, and even the palms that had not been warm just now were sweating: "Because you are here, I don't want to quit." Because of Chang Ze's appearance, the job that was originally planned to quit continued.

What coincidences happened several times, but it was just a tacit conspiracy between two people.

Chang Ze looked satisfied, and finally heard Zhang Lan say that he cared about him when he was sober, and he said triumphantly, "I knew it, how could you be indifferent to me."

Zhang Lan: "..." I knew what I shouldn't say.

Chang Ze made persistent efforts and continued to speculate: "You know that Zhang Qi has been tied up, so you don't need to talk about the mobile phone. Let them search for a while, and the possibility of Zhang Qi's survival will be even lower. Why did you finally choose Say? Is it because of me?"

Chang Ze's questions forced Zhang Lan to open his heart one by one, to see clearly for himself, and to make Chang Ze happy.

Zhang Lan ignored the last question, even if he gave the same answer, he didn't just nod and replied: "Because Brother Chen Nan said that your stomach hurts and you are bleeding..."

Chang Ze took Zhang Lan's hand and put it on his chest. By the way, he also shortened the distance between them, and said in a low voice, "Because you don't want me to get hurt, because I am more important than Zhang Qi, right?"

Zhang Lan was forced to tell so many truths, and this sentence was not bad. He finally faced himself and Chang Ze directly, and gave him an affirmative answer: "Yes."

Before Mal's kidnapping, he didn't know what was more important in his heart, because there was no comparison.After the incident, during the few hours when he knew that Chang Ze was injured, sat in the lobby on the first floor and waited, and then told Chen Nan about his cell phone, his inner balance was always tilted towards Chang Ze.Even if he hesitated, he was only persuading the other self in his heart, the existence that had already been deeply rooted in his heart like a tarsal maggot.

Zhang Cen was right, his hatred for Zhang Qi was inexplicable and useless.What's useless is that my mother has passed away, and I can't come back no matter how much I hate it.What is inexplicable is that his mother's illness has been brought with him since he was born. Grandma is afraid of being discovered in a big hospital, so she only endures minor illnesses and let the doctors in the town take a look at serious illnesses. The sickness has always been there , until the last time, in fact, he was already terminally ill, and his life was not long.Zhang Lan understood all this, but couldn't accept it.He can't hate grandma because he is not qualified; he can't hate himself because he can't do it; he can only hate Zhang Qi because of his pranks.He knows that this kind of hatred is a kind of diversion, and the "hell theory" he once said is a kind of angry words, an idea that makes him feel less guilty after he is paralyzed.He knew it was wrong, but he didn't want to understand.

Zhang Lan has been immersed in it for so many years, until he has to make a choice between Zhang Qi and Chang Ze.He figured it out, he could give up Zhang Qi, but not Chang Ze.

People seem to hold grudges easily, but in front of love, it is not worth mentioning.