Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

After Qiao Anshan was discharged from the hospital, Mother Qiao was still very worried and planned to stay here temporarily to take care of him.

But Joan Anshan refused, his thin jaw lowered slightly: "Mom, I have to learn to get used to living alone."

Mother Qiao wanted to persuade him again, but seeing his firm appearance, she swallowed her worry back into her stomach. She didn't want to bring any pressure to her son.

Qiao Anshan raised his eyes and looked at the sky. It was the end of spring, and the sun was shining down warmly, as gentle as Ah Shou's clear eyes. He really missed him.

Half a month after returning to the company, Qiao Anshan was facing a second promotion and salary increase. His boss, Mr. Yang, asked him to go to the office to ask about his work plan.

Qiao Anshan stood opposite the desk, bowed deeply to Mr. Yang, and then expressed his intention to resign.

Mr. Yang frowned. He didn't understand why this young and promising young man suddenly asked to resign when he was promoted. Isn't this because his forehead was pinched?

When he saw him working so hard before, he thought he was very ambitious: "Why do you want to resign? I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to enter this company again in the future."

Joan Anshan straightened his back after bowing, showing an air of neither humble nor overbearing: "Because I want to find the meaning to continue living."

This sentence seemed to be casually slandering people, and Mr. Yang became suspicious: "You must not be found by a headhunter and want to change jobs."

Joan Anshan didn't intend to explain more, he just shook his head: "I am very grateful for the company's cultivation, I will choose to travel after resignation, so I won't bother Mr. Yang, and I will let the secretary submit his resignation later."

Mr. Yang watched him go out, feeling a little regretful about his departure and ironic about his attitude towards life. Young people nowadays want to pursue the so-called self at every turn, even disregarding a stable life.

On April 2017, 4, Qiao Anshan finally overcame the shadow in his heart and set foot on the land of Turkey.

In the past, he always deceived himself, as if Jian Shou was still alive if he didn't come to Turkey, living well in a place he didn't know.

This trip was also a long-cherished wish. Joan Anshan took Jian Shou's notebook with him, and went to follow Jian Shou's footsteps exactly according to the above plan.

If there hadn't been that terrorist attack, his A-shou would have gone to these places too, and the place where Qiao Anshan finally settled was in Istanbul.

The ancient and exquisite small streets are a fusion of European, Asian and Middle Eastern styles. Men in gray casual clothes stroll on the streets leisurely like a local.

Over the past six months, Qiao Anshan's hair has grown a bit longer, and the broken hair at the temples made him look a lot gentler.

Several unique taverns opened on the street, Qiao Anshan took a look at the evening sky, and walked into a tavern casually.

As soon as he sat down on the single stool next to the bar, the bartender came over to say hello warmly, and Joan Anshan ordered him a glass of raki.

The bartender poured two-thirds of carat wine into a clean small straight glass, and then diluted it with water. The originally clear wine in the glass gradually turned milky white.

Qiao Anshan asked him to add an ice cube to it, thanked him and took it.

This is a kind of anisette, and after drinking it, you can taste the aftertaste. Qiao Anshan quickly drank one glass, so he ordered another glass.

The bartender saw that he liked the wine, so he enthusiastically introduced the local legend of this wine.

Raki is a fine wine prepared by the god of love for lovers, and it is pure white love prepared by two clear liquids.

And only by sincerely paying for the other party and only thinking about the one you love, can you taste the poignant background hidden in raki.

Pure white love?It is Ah Shou who is sincerely giving, and it is himself who is full of thoughts.

Joan Anshan leaned his elbows on the edge of the bar, held a glass of carat wine and looked it over carefully, then shook his head and chuckled lightly, drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Although the carat wine does not seem to have a high concentration, it actually has a lot of stamina. After Qiao Anshan drank more than a dozen glasses in succession, the smell of alcohol quickly rose.

There are local folk songs sung in the tavern, and the folk music has a touch of classical music, which is also mixed with Arabic-Persian style. Qiao Anshan listened interestingly, his slender fingers tapped on the table following the drumbeat, and his deep eyes Even more blurred.

The melodious music brought throbbing in my heart, reminding Joan Anshan of the day when he first met Jian Shou.

The sun was just right and the time was just right.

When he entered the school to report, it was half a month after the start of school, and the school boulevard was full of billboards for recruiting new clubs.

He dragged a huge box through the crowd, and the sweat on his face made him look uncomfortable, but he didn't expect that there would be people who didn't have good eyesight and handed him new leaflets.

The bulky brown bear moved timidly in front of him. Its huge size completely blocked Joan Shan's way. He looked at the flyer in front of him with a very impatient expression.

The fingers pinching the flyer were slender and pretty, Qiao Anshan thought the person inside was a girl, but what about the girl?Joan Anshan pushed it away: "Stay out of the way."

Jian Shou was stuffy, hot and dizzy inside the puppet. After being pushed so mercilessly, he sat down on his buttocks unsteadily. After sitting down, he was still confused. What's going on?

Qiao Anshan didn't expect the girl to push her so hard, just about to pull her up, Qi Hui ran over and opened his hand forcefully.

"Hey, I said, why are you so unqualified! If you don't want it, then don't, why push people away!"

Qi Hui's voice was very loud, and he attracted everyone's attention with such a yell, and also brought back Jian Shou's mind, but the coat was too thick and he struggled for a long time, um...it seemed like he couldn't get up...

Seeing Jian Shou's funny movements, Qiao Anshan really looked like a cub who was just born and couldn't walk, so he raised his chin and signaled to Qi Hui: "If you won't let me help, then you won't help either? This person is too stupid to crawl. I can't get up."

It was only then that Qi Hui noticed Jian Shou who was struggling at his feet, and glared at Qiao Anshan: "How do you talk!" Then he quickly squatted down.

The headgear was finally removed with Qi Hui's help, and Jian Shou's wet head was exposed, and he gasped pitifully for a few times before Jian Shou felt himself alive again.

Joan Anshan looked at him condescendingly, the man's short hair was stuck to his forehead in strands, it turned out to be a boy, so weak, tsk...

Seeing that Jian Shou was so hot, Qi Hui wanted to drag him out of the puppet coat first, so the two of them "squeezed" their bodies awkwardly in front of Qiao Anshan...then they got stuck...

The coat just got stuck on Jian Shou's waist, and Jian Shou let out a "hum" in discomfort. Qiao Anshan wanted to laugh a little, put down the handle of the luggage, and kicked Qi Hui: "Get out of the way."

Then, while Qi Hui was in a daze, he bent down to hold Jian Shou's armpit with both hands, and lifted him up.

Jian Shou was easily lifted up to Joan Anshan's eyebrows, and the feeling of suspension made him stare at Joan Anshan with wide eyes. It was the first time that Joan Anshan looked directly at Jian Shou's eyes.

There are sparkling water in the black and white eyes, and they are soft and soft when looking at people, as if they have immersed you in a pool of warm water, which makes people feel comfortable all over.

Joan Anshan subconsciously looked at his face, a slapped face was flushed with heat and humidity, and there were crystal drops of water on the bridge of the delicate nose and lips, which cast a thin layer of velvet under the sun.

Jian Shou's uneasy writhing woke up Joan Anshan, and he ordered stiffly: "Put your feet hard!"

Jian Shou's slender eyelashes trembled: "Oh, yes." With continuous exertion on his legs, he quickly got rid of the shackles of the puppet coat, "That, thank you!"

Joan Anshan put him down, hummed casually, pulled the box around him and left.

The empty left hand was unconsciously closed together, the moisture in the palm gradually evaporated and disappeared with the hot weather, and the fingertips rubbed gently against the palm.

Until now, Qiao Anshan didn't understand that the fall had already begun when he first met.

No wonder, he understood too late, he didn't even have a chance to repent.

The drunk Joan Anshan smiled wryly again, he stood up, and staggered out after paying the money.

There were fewer pedestrians on the street, night had arrived as expected, and the entire vast sky was dotted with scattered stars. Qiao Anshan stretched out his fingers and gestured in front of his eyes, only to realize that he was already too drunk to count.

There were three or four people standing under the street lights on the street, and one of them laughed when he heard something.

Qiao Anshan was attracted by his laughter, his unconscious head shook slightly, and then walked towards him.

Qiao Anshan was quite drunk, he hadn't been so indulgent for a long time, so much so that he recognized the wrong person, so that he no longer restrained his thoughts.

It's just that a back is similar, so he dragged others to prevent them from leaving.

The person who was grabbed by the shoulder wanted to break free, and his companions immediately became tense and stared at Joan Shan viciously.

After all, the territory is special, and every one of them might be a terrorist. They began to scold Qiao Anshan loudly, for fear that he would do something terrible.

After the persuasion was ineffective, fists rained down on Qiao Anshan's body.

They attacked his softest abdomen heavily, and Qiao Anshan was so beaten that he was powerless to fight back, or maybe he had no intention of fighting back at all, and he just passively endured it.

It's just that that hand was still firmly grasping the stranger's shoulder, and there was the most humble desire in Hun Huan's eyes, don't go, okay?

It is he who overestimates himself, how can he get used to it, how can he forget it, how can he not love?

Someone saw that his bones were tough, so he walked towards Qiao Anshan aggressively holding a wooden stick.

The arm raised and fell, the wind whistled past, a stick hit the knee, another stick hit the forearm, and the last stick hit the back of the head!

"Ah!" How much effort did it take to break the stick directly from it? Qiao Anshan finally couldn't bear it anymore and let go, curled up and fell to the ground.

The group watched him groaning in pain, only to realize that things seemed to be getting worse, and they left quickly.

The ground was icy cold, and the cold crept into the bones along the skin. Joan Anshan's left leg began to hurt. When Jian Shou was still there, he would soak him in hot water and massage him.

It's a pity that now no one will feel sorry for his old injuries, and no one can save his heart full of holes. Qiao Anshan suddenly laughed wildly.

You see, without Ah Shou, you are nothing.

He really wanted to do it all over again.