Seventy-ninth bowl of soup (3)

Anyone who reads the book seriously but is stared at it will feel uncomfortable. Qing Huan couldn't bear it, and asked Kong Hanri: "Uncle Kong, can you not stare at me?"

Kong Hanri didn't change his face: "I'm seeing if you study hard."

She just wanted to roll her eyes, she dare not say anything else, she is absolutely very good at learning! A few minutes ago, his old man praised her for her rapid progress, right? "If you have anything, you can just say it straight. Don't hesitate. I won't be angry."

After finishing speaking, I was afraid that Kong Hanri would not believe it, and emphasized: "I am different from the past. I don't remember what I was like before, but I am definitely not angry now. Even if you say Liang Ze, I will not."

Kong Hanri showed the expression that I believe you, but he didn't say a word, obviously he didn't believe it. Qing Huan sighed, not knowing what irritating things she had done in the past, and even Uncle Kong didn't believe her. "I'm going to read the book, have you finished approving today's official documents?"

"Of course." Kong Hanri is a professional agent, and the boss needs to remind him of this kind of thing. Holding a cup of tea, he leaned back into the sofa comfortably, the sun outside the window shining in, making the person very comfortable. "The New Year is almost coming, any thoughts?"

"No." What other thoughts can she have, she doesn't know anything about business, she still knows a little bit after learning for so long, and it will take a long time to get started.

"Lao Liang called me yesterday. In the morning, Liang Ze's child also came and said that he was looking for you, but I was persuaded to leave." Kong Han said earnestly in Japanese. "They all want you to go back to celebrate the New Year."

Qing Huan can't remember how she used to celebrate the New Year, but now she is pretty sure that she doesn't want to be with the Liang family. She doesn't have them in her memory. Any warmth and beauty are just a few words on the photo network. It may be very ruthless to say, but she really doesn't want to get along with them any more. The past feelings were forgotten after she woke up from suicide. Perhaps she subconsciously wanted to break with Liang Ze. "I won't go, I can do it alone."

After saying this, she lowered her head to continue reading while taking notes.

A faint scent of tea was floating in the air, Kong Hanri put down the teacup, "It's okay, you can do it yourself, no one can force you. I will go down and have a look, come up later, study hard and don't get distracted."

After Kong Hanri was gone, Qing Huan opened the drawer and took a cigarette in his mouth. She is not addicted to cigarettes, but smoking a cigarette when she is upset and irritable does relieve her, although she also knows that smoking is harmful to her health. But she is very restrained and only smokes when she is alone.

But this time it was suddenly broken. Kong Hanri went on and took a look. Qing Huan thought he had gone to inspect the work, but he returned within two minutes at most, holding two cups of extra-large ice cream in his hand. When I opened the door and came in with a smile on his face, seeing Qinghuan standing by the window smoking a cigarette, his face instantly became unsightly: "Pinch."

She didn't listen to him, in fact she didn't listen to anyone now. After taking the last bite, she spit out a beautiful eye circle, and her delicate eyebrows were enchanting and charming in the smoke. It was completely different from the joy of the little princess, Kong Hanri thought so in his heart, not only that, but his heartbeat also missed a beat, and found that the little girl is really good-looking, and beautiful people are also pleasing to the eye even if they smoke.

Taking an ice cream from Kong Hanri, Qing Huan smiled and said, "This is what you went down for?"

"There is a new ice cream shop on the opposite side. I took a leaflet when I passed by in the morning. I saw you study hard and wanted to buy you a taste, but you secretly smoked here."

She laughed deeper, took a bite and put it in her mouth, "It's best to eat ice cream in this weather." Hot pot in summer and ice cream in winter, it is this way of self-abuse that makes you happy. "Uncle Kong clearly wants to eat it, don't blame me."

Kong Hanri is speechless for a while, because his biggest shortcoming is that he is delicious and not picky about eating, but the more delicious the food, the more he likes it. In his spare time, he basically drives around and finds the delicious restaurants mentioned in the food show magazines. Taste it, it can be said to be a very authentic food. Qinghuan has no need for appetite. She feels that although the taste of food in the mouth is different, the effect is the same. In this case, it is enough to eat, as long as the taste is acceptable.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's okay." Qing Huan replied, just ordinary ice cream, what's delicious or not. "Uncle Kong, if Aunt Liang and Uncle Liang call you again, you can tell them that I will be alone this year."

"Why don't you tell them yourself?"

"I changed my number." Qinghuan replied, "No one told anyone."

It was a world that belonged to her completely. What she did and how she felt every day was recorded in the network state that only she could see. She was working hard to get better-although it might take a long time. But as long as people live, there is hope, right? Although it is sad now, one day she will be completely healed. During this time, she doesn't want to see someone who makes her sad.

Kong Hanri felt that he didn't understand what was in the kid's head, "That's it, let me spend it this year?"

"what?"

"I haven't been with me for many years." He sighed, "You don't understand the pain of being single for decades."

Qing Huan laughed: "Uncle Kong is really humble, as long as you want to get married, are you worried about not being able to find a girlfriend."

"I think it's happier to live alone."

"Me too." Seeing Kong Hanri's disbelief, she added, "At least that's how she feels now." She keeps herself busy and has a lot of things to do every day, so the frequency of thinking about Liang Ze will increase. The less, one day I will never think about it, and then I will be able to talk to him sensibly and calmly when I see him again. To put it bluntly, Qinghuan is still worried that she will fall into it again. She doesn't want to like a repeater again, and she doesn't want to use her suicide to contain Liang Ze. What's the use of that kind of love even if it comes.

After chatting with Kong Hanri for a while, I felt better, but Qinghuan still didn't avoid Liang Ze. After get off work, she arrived at the underground parking lot. Liang Ze stood in front of her car and waited for her. He saw her coming and asked her: "How did you change the number?" At the beginning of the shutdown, he thought she had forgotten to pay the phone bill. Confused, I always forget to do such trivial things, but after the recharge, there is still no one to answer, Liang Ze knows that he should change the number. She used to like to post some status. He took a look. It has been several months without going online and nothing happened, but it hasn't been deleted all, as if it was the end, and then started again.

He knows her well, but now he feels that he may not know enough.

Qinghuan said indifferently: "I want to replace everything with a new one." So recently, she was considering whether to sell the apartment and buy the house again. After all, it was full of memories with Liang Ze. They used to be there. How happy you are, how strange you are now.

"The New Year is almost coming, okay to go home?" Liang Ze took a few steps forward, and Qing Huan subconsciously stepped back to avoid him. After realizing her weakness, she frowned, "I don't want to go back."

"why?"

What is there to ask, Qing Huan thought. Do you want me to tell you that I'm not getting better yet, and I forgot that you have no feelings for you anymore? In this case, even if she had no memory, she couldn't bear to say that the Liang family treated her so well, and she forgot to forget it. It would be too much to speak out to hurt others. "I don't remember anything. It would be embarrassing to be with you. It's better to be alone. And it's just for the New Year, not a big event."

Liang Ze was silent. The two people who had loved each other were silent. At this moment, his mobile phone rang. Qinghuan saw him walk aside to answer the phone, and the expression on his face was very gentle.

Very familiar, but also very strange.

Because it no longer belongs to her.

She stood and watched for a few seconds, opened the car door and sat in, without looking back.

This time, she did not cry.

From this day on, Qing Huan studied harder, not wasting every minute and every second. In Kong Hanri's words, she never expected that a lazy little girl would become a workaholic in her life. At the same time, he is very satisfied with his teaching results. Qinghuan is smart and serious. He feels that he can retire decades earlier.

Because of Qinghuan's avoidance, the New Year's Eve came so soon, Qinghuan sold the old house and bought a new one. There is nothing to miss, but it is a pity that it was sold soon after it was renovated. I would not install it if I had known it. After all, it was all money.

I heard that Uncle Kong said that in the past, he had no idea of ​​money at all, he always spent money randomly, and he also liked to buy some expensive and impractical dolls-probably the ones she gave away all. Now that I have started to work, I understand the preciousness of money. Even if I know that I am very rich and rich, Qing Huan's heart is dripping with blood every time I spend a dime.

She would rather be a miser!

It can be said that she is stingy, the money donated every year can go around the ground several times.

On the night of New Year's Eve, she was wrapped in a quilt and watched TV on the sofa. It was snowing outside and the floor lamp was on. The whole house looked very warm. Because she lives alone, the apartment she bought this time is relatively small, with three bedrooms and one living room. There are still not many things, but the simple style she likes now. The New Year’s Eve dinner was booked at the hotel, and I was full after eating two bites, which was not interesting at all. No fireworks are set off in the community, she can only watch the addiction on TV.

Just when Qing Huan was drowsy holding the quilt, the doorbell suddenly rang. She shivered with fright and almost rolled off the sofa.