President Ba’s Little Rose

Shen Xizhi stopped him: "Qiao Zong." She blurted out, hardly thinking about what she should say. Just because he was afraid that Qiao Zong would leave, he would never look back.

Qiao Zong had already walked to the balcony of the next room and was turning around, preparing to walk into the room.

Hearing the shouts behind him, his footsteps slumped a bit, and it was very difficult to control the emotions in his heart.

How ridiculous and embarrassed he is.

He almost crushed his dignity and laid it under Shen Xizhi's feet.

Many things don't need to be said by him, others can see clearly at a glance. Lin Gui, a young girl who is somewhat similar to Shen Xizhi, subconsciously called when he was drunk, even tonight, he fell ill in front of Shen Xizhi...

Everyone proved that he always had her place in his heart. From the beginning to the present, no one can replace it.

This time Qiao Zong didn't look back. He stepped in, closed the French window, locked his back, and closed the curtains to block the moonlight outside the window.

Then the room fell into pitch black, calm and dark.

Shen Xizhi looked dazed, and after a long time a dazed expression appeared. She squatted down slowly, with her hands wrapped around her knees, her face buried in her arms, her heart was so bitter that she wanted to cry, but she was about to be sad, and no tears flowed from her eyes.

Qiao Zong left her completely.

He doesn't look back, he doesn't love her anymore.

This is obviously what she wanted most half a year ago, but why is she so sad now...

Shen Xizhi didn't know how long she had been squatting on the balcony. Later, her ankles became numb. She stood up on the wall, rubbed her dry eye sockets, and walked slowly into the room.

Half a year ago, she said how decisive she was when she broke up, and she regretted it at this moment.

She understood the loneliness that no one could say about Qiao Zong, understood Qiao Zong's suffering from childhood, and understood his obscure love. She understood so much, but Qiao Zong would never stop for her again.

Shen Xizhi lay on the bed, flipping the phone over and over, and the circle of friends didn't know how many times she watched it. Finally couldn't hold it, and fell asleep with the phone.

Due to improper sleeping posture, when she woke up the next day, Shen Xizhi suffered from a sore back and her whole body was uncomfortable. She packed up and went out. There was no one in the living room. When she walked to the kitchen, she saw her aunt cleaning the dining table.

And she did not leave her breakfast on the table.

She rarely gets such treatment here in Qiao Zong. The words Qiao Zong said last night flooded her mind again.

Shen Xizhi clearly realized that the man was not joking. He's here for real.

She asked her aunt unwillingly: "Is there no breakfast for me?"

The aunt looked up and apologized: "I'm sorry, Miss Shen."

At this point, Shen Xizhi understood everything. Sure enough, there is no breakfast for her.

She took her bag and went out.

Out of the elevator, out of the corridor, the oncoming wind rushed over. The broken hair on Shen Xizhi's cheek was blown by the wind, and occasionally a few of them were blown into her eyes.

Maybe it's too itchy.

There were tears in her eyes uncontrollably.

After that, she never contacted Qiao Zong again. After school started, she went back to school. Sometimes she would contact Shen Qingyi, and occasionally Shen Qingyi would talk to her about Qiao Zong.

"Zhizhi, I...I don't know if I should say it." She rarely sees Shen Qing being so embarrassed to translate, even her tone of voice is tangled: "It's about Qiao Zong, do you know he recently..."

Shen Xizhi felt pain in her heart, and she interrupted: "I don't know whether to say it or not, then don't say it." But she vaguely knew that what Shen Qing wanted to say must be very important.

But it's Qiao Zong, no matter how important it is, it has nothing to do with her.

In the winter of this year, there was a heavy snowfall in the small town. The white snow has drowned all the noise of the world.

Early in the morning, Shen Xizhi pushed open the door of the small villa and saw a piece of white snow. Winding from the soles of her feet to far, far away.

The white snow made the girl's face white. She has lost a lot of weight. The baby who was very shallow in the past is no longer fat, with a pointed chin, and a pair of apricot eyes that are watery. Her eyes are filled with heavy snow.

Shen Xizhi reached out to pick it up.

Little snowflakes fluttered and fell into her palms. At the temperature of her skin, snowflakes turned into water.

The heaven and the earth were silent, and Shen Xizhi's heart also raised a very light tranquility. In a daze, I thought of the word dust settled.

She walked to class with her schoolbag on her back.

On the ground covered with snow, one foot is a complete footprint. Shen Xizhi briefly remembered an old person whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

It has been nearly a year since we broke up.

She couldn't remember how she felt at the time. I just remember that she was still very young, and she grew up under the wings of her parents since she was a child. She broke up with Qiao Zong in a daze.

Later, I regretted it, and thought of him in the middle of the night and felt sad.

It was only a few seconds before Shen Xizhi thought about other things. She has been here for almost a year, and she has become familiar with her classmates.

Several girls greeted her on the way here, and Shen Xizhi smiled and nodded in response.

In class, the teacher doesn't give much lectures. Most of the time, she reads books and makes inscriptions. Shen Xizhi's architectural history is about to be turned over by her.

She studies hard and has a high grade point. Every time the teacher assigns homework, she always finishes it well.

At the end of the term, Shen Xizhi ranked first in the class and second in the department.

It was already in the middle of winter, and a semester hurriedly passed, Shen Xizhi once again packed his luggage and went home.

One year of studying abroad has allowed her to grow a lot. This time she did not let her family come to pick her up. Shen Xizhi was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, wrapped in a scarf, covering most of her face, walking through the crowded airport.

She called a taxi to go home, and her parents were waiting at home. Shen Xizhi hugged her parents one by one, feeling that it was a warm thing to go home.

After playing at home for a few days, the New Year’s Eve dinner arrived. This year, Shen's family all had it together. The elders all say that Shen Xizhi has grown up, and Grandpa Shen also said: "Xizhi has grown up to be a big girl, and he is much calmer in speaking and doing things than before."

Shen Xizhi pursed her lips and smiled, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Grandpa."

The aunt, who was serving as a nanny, said: "Mr. sent the young lady out of the country before, and the family was reluctant to give up. They thought that the young lady was wronged outside and wanted to go home and cry. Who knows, the young lady is so strong and adapts so well. good."

Shen Xizhi was embarrassed when she was praised, and for the first time she became ashamed in front of her family. She rubbed her hands, too ashamed to speak.

Just as usual, he toasted a few glasses of wine to the elders and said auspicious words. At the time of Shen Qing's translation, Shen Xizhi rarely saw this annoying brother pleasing to his eyes. She smiled and said, "Brother, I wish you success in your work, safety and health in the coming year, and a happy family!"

Shen Qingyi didn't save her face and drank the whole glass of white wine in one sip: "I also wish Zhizhi happiness."

After eating the New Year's Eve dinner very late, Shen Xizhi was so dizzy that he just stopped at the old house. Before going to bed, she habitually swiped her phone for a while, and many new messages came over.

Most of them are friends and classmates, as well as some relatives from the Shen family.

There is only one unfamiliar text message, four simple words: [Happy New Year. 】

Shen Xizhi blinked, not knowing who sent it, but thought it was a spam message. She turned off the phone, closed her eyes, and had a beautiful dream.

When I woke up the next day, I was in a good mood.

After a happy year, Shen Xizhi continued to go back to school. At this time, the spring season is approaching, and there is a very shallow fragrance of flowers on the streets, the snow is beginning to melt, and the green buds are slightly exposed.

In her spare time, she carried the drawing board to sketch from life, and sometimes spent the whole day writing papers in the library. Life went smoothly and peacefully.

Occasionally, Shen Xizhi looked up from the book and looked out of the library. The leaves are green, the sun is soft, and there are faint dust particles floating in the air.

She couldn't help smiling, laughing at a person who was so noisy at herself, and she could calm down and live a life that was so boring and plain that it was almost old-fashioned.

In late spring, a handsome blond boy asked her to go on an outing.

Little handsome guy is her direct school brother. He is a teacher with her. He has a warm temper. When he sees Shen Xizhi, his eyes seem to have two burning fires, bright and bright.

Shen Xizhi also felt warm when getting along with him.

The time was set on Saturday. Shen Xizhi thought and thought before going out, and finally put on light makeup and wore a long light red skirt with classical plum blossoms embroidered on the edge of the skirt.

Her hair fell apart, and she pulled a loose bun behind her head. After hesitating for a while, she put a rose-red step in the bun.

The handsome boy was called Peter, and when he saw her, Peter's eyes flashed over and it was obviously amazing.

So beautiful.

She is like a red plum blossoming in the snow in China.

Beautiful but with a classic charm unique to China.

Peter was nervous and didn't know what to say. The two walked a short distance along the grass. Shen Xizhi looked at the small river in the distance, squinted his eyes, and just wanted to say something.

The ringtone of the phone in her hand interrupted her thoughts, and she frowned slightly and picked it up.

Shen Qing's translation is still so offensive, with a mean tone: "Shen Xizhi, where are you?"

"What's the matter?" He had a bad tone, and Shen Xizhi didn't have any good expressions.

"Come back." Shen Qing translated.

Shen Xizhi: "What's the matter?"

Shen Qing's translation: "Qiao Zong is dying, he wants to see you." This sentence Shen Qing's translation is particularly plain.

It fell on Shen Xizhi's heart, but it was heavy.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and her thoughts stopped. Shen Qing on the phone translated, "Xi Zhi, come back."

Shen Xizhi felt that the whole world had suddenly become quiet.

Shen Qingyi continued: "Just treat it as a good thing, and see him."

Shen Xizhi hung up the phone abruptly, before she even had time to say goodbye to Peter, she called the housekeeper who took care of her at home and asked her to drive to pick her up.

As the car drove to the airport, Shen Xizhi bought the latest ticket. There was still an hour and a half before the departure time. Shen Xizhi pinched her palms and sat in the waiting hall waiting.

She was too in a hurry, and several strands of hair fell off and fell on the sides of her cheeks, making her more vulnerable. Peter gave her a cup of hot coffee and said in jerky Chinese, "Take a sip."

Shen Xizhi didn't even notice him, took a sip of coffee, and then warmed her hands with her. Her hands kept shaking, as if she had lost her soul.

She couldn't remember the time, and when she got on the plane, she stared ahead with her eyes open. Peter has been sitting next to her, afraid of her accident.

After getting off the plane, Shen Xizhi called Shen Qingyi in a calm and ruthless tone: "Where is Qiao Zong?"

Even Shen Qingyi couldn't hear her emotions, "In Beijing, in his hospital."

Shen Xizhi: "!"

She bought the ticket back to Li City!

Shen Xizhi turned back and bought a ticket to Beijing again.

After some tossing down, she calmed down. When I arrived in Beijing, it was already evening.

Shen Xizhi knew where the private hospital opened by Qiao Zong's house was. She stopped the car, reported the address, and sat down in a precarious manner.

Until the taxi arrived at the hospital, Shen Xizhi asked the front desk ward number. The front desk refused to say at first, so Shen Xizhi had to ask Shen Qing to translate it.

When Shen Qingyi saw Peter beside Shen Xizhi, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, but didn't say much. He led the two into the elevator and led them to the door of Qiao Zong's ward.

Before Shen Qing's translation could speak, Shen Xizhi didn't even knock on the door, and pushed the door directly in.

Peter followed worriedly.

Seeing Qiao Zong on the hospital bed, Shen Xizhi's hanging heart fell. Her back was straight and straight, but she suddenly relaxed, but she couldn't stand still.

Peter quickly supported her.

Shen Xizhi let out a heavy breath, she held Peter's hand, raised her eyes to look at Qiao Zong, turning a thousand times in a moment.

The two seem to have been separated for a long time.

The man was originally sitting on the hospital bed, wearing a blue and white striped gown, calmly looking out the window. His face was pale in the light, and the corners of his peachy eyes were very light red. However, seeing Peter next to her, Qiao Zong's face changed from pale to purple, ugly and terribly ugly.

Shen Xizhi's throat was a little choked, she said, "Qiao Zong, I..."

"go out."

Qiao Zong said coldly.

Shen Xizhi: "?"