President Ba’s Little Rose

Early winter has entered in late November, and the pedestrians on the street put on thick coats and went home in the evening under the wind and rain.

Shen Xizhi put the milk tea in her hand on the table, "I want to break up."

"But don't you like him very much?" Zhang Qi was astonished. "You used to resist the pressure of your parents for his sake. You have to stay with him whatever you said. Xi Zhi, what's wrong?"

Shen Xizhi held his chin, his eyes became very light, and his voice was also weak: "I can't stand him." That night Qiao Zong said that she would die with him, and Shen Xizhi couldn't accept it.

She still has parents and relatives, and she is only eighteen years old this year. Qiao is like love and love for her, but there are more things besides love.

Shen Xizhi couldn't accompany him to death, let alone give up freedom because of Qiao Zong.

She couldn't accept Qiao Zong's almost pathological possessiveness.

"Did he do anything?"

"Ok."

"What? Can you make your decision to break up so quickly? Xi Zhi, you told me that Qiao Zong is very good, do you want to stay with him all the time?" Zhang Qi was curious.

Shen Xizhi smiled, bit the milk tea straw, shook her head, and said vaguely: "We are not suitable, so we broke up. Isn't this normal?"

Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Zhang Qi simply closed her mouth.

This is a milk tea shop near the hospital. Shen Xizhi has to take care of Qiao Zong after drinking milk tea. She wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, "Qiqi, I'm going back first."

Qiao Zong was almost well, and Shen Xizhi paused for a while before entering the ward, and lowered her eyes to remove the ring from her hand. To her, this love is like flowers in the mirror, illusory and unreal.

At this time, it should be over.

Qiao Zong was reading in the hospital bed. He was wearing a hospital gown and a blue and white striped shirt. His face was gentle and white, and his face was still a little pale, like a weak scholar.

Hearing the movement, he looked up and smiled: "Are you back?"

Qiao Zong was sent to the rescue room that night, and his assistant and Qiao Jing also rushed to the rescue immediately. It was also at that time that Shen Xizhi knew that Qiao Zong had congenital heart disease.

There are also many types of congenital heart. With the current medical level, Qiao Zong has not been able to get a radical cure so far, so he can only do palliative surgery.

The first person Qiao Zong found after waking up was Shen Xizhi.

He was lying on the hospital bed, wearing a ventilator, his face pale, but his eyes were dyed red. He held her hand and emphasized again: "Shen Xizhi, don't...leave me."

Because of his weakness, his voice is very low, and he can only hear him when he is close.

This sentence is connected with what he said before the coma.

At that moment, Shen Xizhi felt almost suffocated.

She didn't know what Qiao Zong could do after going crazy, whether he would really kill her.

The pores on her whole body were erected, and even the hand held by Qiao Zong became stiff.

"Yeah." Putting the newly bought fruit in front of the hospital bed, Shen Xizhi took out an apple and said while peeling it, "Are you better?"

"It's better." Qiao Zong smiled softly and looked calm. After speaking, he quietly watched her peel the fruit.

The little girl's fingers were slender and white, holding the fruit in one hand and the fruit knife in the other.

During the whole process of peeling the apple, Shen Xizhi didn't say a word to him.

After Qiao Zong woke up, Shen Xizhi was in this attitude. Talking indifferent, but also courteous, talking about enthusiasm, but just like treating strangers.

"Eat." Shen Xizhi handed the apple to Qiao Zong, "When can you leave the hospital?"

Qiao Zong closed the book, knelt down on the hospital bed, picked up the apple, took a bite, and said softly, "This Friday."

"Yeah." Shen Xizhi answered.

She went to the bathroom to wash the fruit knife. When she came out, Qiao Zong had already eaten the apples, and he was wiping his fingers with a tissue.

The man moves slowly and is extraordinarily elegant, like a European medieval aristocrat walking out of an oil painting.

Shen Xizhi put the knife away, "Is there time on Saturday?"

"What's the matter?" Qiao Zong asked.

Shen Xizhi looked at him and sighed softly: "There is something I want to tell you." When he is discharged from the hospital, it is time to tell him clearly about the breakup.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Zong smiled: "Can't you say it now?"

Shen Xizhi shook her head slowly, and said with a smile, "I will talk about it when you leave the hospital."

Qiao tilted his head, as if after thinking about it, he said, "Okay."

After that, the two of them did their own things, Qiao Zong read the book and file, and Shen Xizhi held the mobile phone to play mini games.

As winter is about to enter, the night view outside the window is bleak, and the starry sky is like a canvas, full of scattered stars.

Sitting by the window, Shen Xizhi looked at the night, and suddenly remembered a long time ago.

It was just one night with Qiao Zong. He was walking on the street, lonely from his back, and she threw into his arms so recklessly.

She told him at that time, it didn't matter, I was hot.

"Xi Zhi." Qiao Zong called her name behind him in a low voice.

Shen Xizhi looked back subconsciously.

As if overlapping with the scene a long time ago, Qiao sat on the hospital bed, his body wrapped in a blue and white striped hospital gown, behind him was the white wall of the hospital.

The walls were too white, but Qiao Zong's face seemed to be whiter, almost bloodless. His black eyelashes covered his pupils, and his beautiful eyes, like colored glaze, were full of fragility. "What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"It's nothing." Shen Xizhi said lightly, "It's just in a daze."

Qiao Zong looked at her: "Really?"

"Yeah." Shen Xizhi didn't change her face.

"I've been thinking about it for these two days," he said, paused, and glanced at her until Shen Xizhi turned around before he continued to say: "Xi Zhi, you know, I like you very much. It's not an exaggeration to say it's love."

Shen Xizhi listened quietly without interrupting.

Qiao Zong slowly said: "I'm almost 30 years old. I have had no fun in my life for nearly 30 years. Before I met you, I didn't like anyone. I really like you."

Shen Xizhi turned off the phone and gave a very faint "um".

Qiao Zong said, "We have three years left. After I die, you will belong to someone else. Xi Zhi, I can't accept it."

"So?" Shen Xizhi raised her eyebrows lightly.

Qiao Zong's eyes became dull and obscure. He lowered his eyes, concealed the expression in his eyes, pinched a corner of the clean scroll with his slender fingers, and said quietly, "Xi Zhi, when I die, you will die with me. "

Shen Xizhi's expression froze, she pursed her lower lip, and said as calmly as possible: "Qiao Zong, I am 18 years old this year."

The girl is eighteen years old, what a beautiful age. She is not yet a wife and mother, and even love only talks about this paragraph. Many things in life have not been experienced yet, and it is too cruel to say death at this time.

"Yeah." Qiao Zong slowly raised his eyes, dragging his chin with the back of his hand, staring at her with dark peachy eyes, his voice was particularly quiet in the ward, "But I only love you."

I only love you, I can't accept that you will belong to others. I can't even accept that after I die, you live in this world without me.

I want such a young and beautiful you to die with me.

My love, selfish and cruel, grows in a dark corner and never sees the sun.

However, I love you.

Shen Xizhi didn't respond. She didn't say a word, playing with her mobile phone. After a long time, she said, "I'm tired, I'm going back first."

Before Saturday, Shen Xizhi did not contact Qiao Zong again.

She spends most of her time in class, and she goes shopping with Zhang Qi when she is free, and sometimes she also goes to Shen Qing to translate. When I asked Shen Qing to translate, I mainly talked about Qiao Zong.

Slowly from Shen Qing's translation, he learned what kind of person Qiao Zong was.

In the eyes of outsiders, Qiao Zong is cynical but also thunderous. However, as far as Shen Qing's translation is concerned, Qiao Zong is just an overly poor friend.

He was born with complicated congenital heart disease, and his parents died when he was in college. There was only one sister in the family who supported each other with him.

As a result, the character under his calm appearance is extremely extreme.

On Saturday, Shen Xizhi woke up very early, she put on makeup, and then met Qiao Zong in a coffee shop.

She took a taxi from school. It was sunny when she first came out of the dormitory, and there was no sign even when she arrived at the coffee shop.

But when she was editing the text messages on her mobile phone, a heavy rain suddenly started outside the coffee shop.

Pedestrians on the street evaded hastily, describing them as embarrassed.

Shen Xizhi looked down and glanced at the four-character message "We break up" on the phone. The rain interrupted the last word "Let's break up" before it was typed.

She sighed, stirred the coffee cup with the spoon, and decided to wait for Qiao Zong to come and speak in person.

When Qiao Zong came over, holding a big navy blue umbrella, pedestrians were embarrassed to hide from the rain. He walked in the rain with the umbrella, like a quiet and distant ink painting.

The noise around him seemed to be automatically muted the moment he appeared.

Shen Xizhi laughed at herself, and now she understands what kind of sickly possessiveness is under this person's gentle skin, and she has made the decision to escape.

That being the case, why bother for him again?

Qiao Zong took the umbrella and entered the shop, and Shen Xizhi sat by the window, and could see it at a glance.

He walked over, sat down opposite her, smiled and said, "Xi Zhi, ask me to come here, what's the matter?"

Shen Xizhi gently pursed her lips.

The young man on the opposite side has an elegant temperament, and the peachy eyes behind the golden silk lenses are gentle in shape. The tone of his speech is also gentle and calm.

But Shen Xizhi always felt that something had changed in him.

In the eyes he looked at her, the obsession was deeper, as if he could only see her alone in the whole world.

Shen Xizhi was about to speak, but Qiao Zong raised his hand.

He asked: "Mind if I smoke?"

Shen Xizhi glanced around. There were very few people in the cafe, and there was only a couple in a corner far away from them.

Thought for a moment, "Don't mind."

But when did Qiao Zong learn to smoke?

She watched Qiao Zong take a lighter and lit a cigarette. The man bit the cigarette and inhaled, then raised his eyes to look at her: "What I told you last time, Xi Zhi, how are you thinking?"

Shen Xizhi lowered her eyes, took a sip of coffee, her voice was extremely weak: "Qiao Zong, let's break up."

The rain outside the glass window is getting heavier.

Like a series of dog blood, raindrops knocked on the road, splashed water, and splashed on the glass windows of the coffee shop.

Qiao Zong has always been calm, elegant, and calm. Shen Xizhi likes to call him by the word beauty.

At this moment, the beauty was staring at her, the expression on her face was definitely not good.

Qiao leaned forward, supporting the table with one elbow and pinching her chin with the other. There was a cigarette on his lips, and the smell of smoke was a bit choking.

Shen Xizhi was taken aback.

Qiao Zong suddenly stretched out his hand, took her shoulders, and squeezed her into his arms, his beautiful peach blossom eyes gleamed, and the tails of his eyes seemed to be ignited and burned into a brilliant red.

He asked: "Do you want me to die?"