President Ba’s Little Rose

Shen Xizhi didn't know how to respond for a while.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Zong would propose reconciliation to her so soon.

Of course she knew that Qiao Zong's reconciliation was not a simple reconciliation, but a reconciliation.

But today, going around, can they really make up again?

She hesitated for a long while without saying a word.

The girl's eyelashes were hanging slightly, and under the light, it was quiet like two black butterfly wings. Her face was light pink, and her earlobes were red.

Qiao Zong was not in a hurry to ask her to agree, "It's late, why don't you go to rest for a while?"

He knew that Shen Xizhi was also struggling to see him, climbing mountains and wading water. This can be seen from the girl's slightly tired face.

Shen Xizhi slowly stood up from the side of the bed, with a few locks of long hair clinging to her cheeks. She had just cried, her eyes were a little red and swollen, and she was as pitiful as a little rabbit.

She stared at Qiao Zong for a short while, pursing her lips.

She didn't say good or bad.

Qiao's long and narrow eyes narrowed, and a thick ink came out from the depths of his pupils. He resisted the agitation in his heart that he didn't know where to climb up from, meaningless: "Huh?"

Shen Xizhi raised his eyes and moved his fingers.

She just had a few movements, but Qiao Zong didn't know how many times she had tossed in her mind. The silence ignited the night and inexplicably made the atmosphere between the two anxious.

Qiao Zong couldn't tell whether it was more irritable or disappointed.

He probably guessed Shen Xizhi's answer.

She refused.

But the next moment, when he was astonished.

The girl bent down and leaned forward. When her long hair was blowing, there was a slight breeze, which was a bit cold. She kissed softly and landed on his cheek.

Touch and leave.

Qiao Zong's pupils dilated, looking at the girl in front of him in disbelief.

The girl lowered her head shyly, turned around under his gaze, and stepped on brisk small steps and walked to the door.

The kiss was very soft, with warm lips, and pressed it lightly on his cheek.

Qiao Zong's eyes were full of consternation. Shen Xizhi held the door frame and turned her head. The girl had a beautiful profile face and a small nose. She stared at Qiao Zong for a moment, like a god.

Qiao Zong held the place where she kissed on his cheek with the palm of his hand, and he rarely felt ashamed, as if being molested by her.

He heard her say.

"Look at your performance!"

How to behave Qiao Zong hadn't thought about it, he couldn't fall asleep thinking about this problem at night, and the excitement was mixed with an unspeakable emotion.

He couldn't help calling Qiao Jing.

"Sister, what does the girl mean to watch my performance?"

"It's meant to make you chase her more seriously." Qiao Jing was working overtime. After hearing this question, she didn't respond. After answering, she realized: "Why are you asking this?"

When will her brother think of this kind of thing?

"nothing."

Qiao Zong didn't even say anything to explain, he just hung up the phone and started searching, "How to chase a girl?" The online answer is not very reliable.

But he didn't really chase anyone after all.

Inexperienced Qiao Zong decided to adopt the above suggestions.

Qiao Zong’s body is at the end of his life. In the words of Shen Qing’s translation, he may live two or three years longer with good maintenance. But this year he has no restraint in his life, smoking and drinking, and his heart is tossed. Up.

He was in poor health, and his heart was overworked over the past year, and even the doctor was helpless.

This situation could have been treated by heart exchange surgery, but on the one hand, there are too few suitable heart sources, and on the other hand, the success rate is low. This Mr. Qiao is the only Miaomiao of Qiao's generation, and everyone in Qiao's family wants to save his life.

In the past few years, no one dared to perform surgery, because Qiao Zong could still live on his own heart for a few more years, and no one in Qiao's family wanted to take this risk. But to this day, it is Qiao Zong himself who is unwilling to perform this operation.

No one knows the reason, only that he is willing to give up the hope of life.

Shen Qing translated frowning, "Why don't you want to have surgery?"

Shen Qing's translation thought it was because of Shen Xizhi, so he called Shen Xizhi, hoping that it would be Qiao Zong's last wish. But now, he had already met Shen Xizhi.

Qiao Zong still didn't nod and agree to the operation.

Today, Qiao Zong's spirit is better. He was reading a novel sent by his assistant, and turned a deaf ear to what Shen Qing had translated.

Shen Qing's translation repeats: "Qiao Zong!"

Qiao raised his eyes, his eyes dark.

Shen Qing translated and said: "Why are you still reluctant to have surgery?"

The sun outside the window was dazzling, and the leaves of the trees rustled in the wind. In the sun, Qiao Zong's skin was pale and almost transparent, and his lips were pale.

Shen Qing translated and twisted her eyebrows.

Glancing at him, Qiao Zong raised his hand and put it between his brows, looking at the bright sunshine outside.

He slowly said: "If there is an operation, there is a risk of failure."

He was afraid of death.

How many more days can I live with my own heart? Can have surgery, success is good, if once it fails...

For the doctor, it was just a failure of the operation, but for him, it was a short life.

He can't afford to gamble.

Shen Qing could not speak anymore.

He walked to the window and looked downstairs with low eyes. Downstairs, Shen Xizhi was playing games with children in hospital gowns. The girl was like an elf, smiling happily, without any impurities.

Shen Qing translated: "Qiao Zong, I have thought about death before, and sometimes I don't want to live."

"Yeah." Qiao Zong responded softly.

"I Liang Shan and I were childhood sweethearts, but when I was as old as Shen Xizhi, she didn't love me." Shen Qing translated: "Not only did she not love me, she also left me. I thought about death, but, Qiao Zong, if I died then, then I cannot be with her now."

He pointed to Peter behind Shen Xizhi.

"You can take a gamble." Shen Qing said: "If you win, lock her with you forever. If you lose," he turned around and smiled sarcastically: "If you lose, you don't just live for a few days."

Qiao Zong's heart moved slightly.

He didn't look under the window, but he guessed something from the description translated by Shen Qing.

He looked away from the window and closed his eyes.

If it survives.

He can pick her up easily.

He can communicate with Shen Xizhi, without leaving the white head.

Many years later, when gray-haired, they can still hold hands and walk home together in the sunset.

Shen Xizhi hadn't seen Qiao Zong again since that night. In the afternoon, she couldn't hold back anymore, and came up to Qiao Zong to have a meal with her lunch box.

But there was no one in the ward.

Shen Xizhi opened her mouth blankly, thinking she had found the wrong place. She ran out and glanced at the house number to make sure that she was right. Turned around again.

There was no sign of anyone lying on the hospital bed behind him.

The sun was jumping and the setting sun was warm orange.

Just like Qiao Zong last night, it was just her illusion.

She was empty in her heart, with a very bad premonition.

Qiao Zong, maybe... left.

She didn't want to know the answer, she didn't ask anyone, she went back to the hotel and packed her things, and bought the ticket to go back.

No one knew they were together a year later.

Even about Qiao Zong, no one will tell her again.

She hurried back, like a joke, and plunged into a dream.

Shen Xizhi didn't ask Shen Qingyi about Qiao Zong again. She tried to forget about this person, closing her ears to not listen, closing her eyes not to look, as if this person had never existed.

He was her crystal-like dream when she was young.

One day when it fell snow, she received a courier box.

The signed name is Tongque Chunshen.

Shen Xizhi opened the courier in the living room. Inside was a diary with a thick black cover. She tilted her head and picked it up, before opening it, a ticket fell out of it.

I don't know who bought it for her. The destination is Sanya.

Shen Xizhi's breathing couldn't help but relax, her heart seemed to be held by one hand, she tensed the strings and opened the diary.

What's written in it is not a diary, but rather like a handwritten mood, without even the date.

【Zhizhi:

I have an operation tomorrow, I want to live, but I am afraid, what should I do if the operation fails.

I thought about it, I left without leaving you anything, you must resent me, right? I didn't even chase you once. If the operation fails, then you will always hate me. Hate is better than hobby. 】

Shen Xizhi couldn't help smiling, not knowing why, she wanted to laugh a little. But as soon as I laughed out, endless sourness surged in my heart.

This was sent to her by Qiao Zong.

【Zhizhi:

Surgery will be done later. How should I put it, I have always wanted to write something and record it. But I don't know what to write.

Life is too short, the only thing I regret is that I let you go so easily. If possible, I want to drag you to **** together. Zhizhi, I really love you. No matter what happens, at least love is always true. The first time you appeared in my life, it was like a black and white scroll when a red rose suddenly appeared.

I can't ask for it.

However, I was afraid of disturbing this flower.

If I can survive, can I pick it into my arms?

If I die, you won't know this.

Ha ha. It's ridiculous to think about it. A desperate gambler, wishfully wants to drag you to gamble with him. Haha, funny.

However, this gambler is myself.

Zhizhi.

If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife... how I want to have an afterlife.

I want to meet you again. 】

This content was written in no more than two pages.

After that is a blank book.

Shen Xizhi lowered her eyes, holding the ticket. Sanya was the place where she first met Qiao Zong.

She blinked, got up with the ticket, raised her face, and found tears falling from her chin. Shen Xizhi calmly raised his hand and wiped it off. She threw the ticket on the table.

"Do you think I will go."

"dream."

The little girl was crying and laughing, just standing there. After a long time, she finally picked up the ticket, went upstairs to get the ID card, passport, and even the luggage, and drove to the airport by herself.

This time is winter.

Sanya was extremely hot. When she got off the plane, she was squinted by the sun. I went back a long time ago in a trance.

She walked out of the airport.

Under the lush banyan tree across the road, the man in white clothes and black trousers leaned against the tree. It was still the same outfit as when I first saw it, with a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, and the eyes were lifted, looking like a smile but not a smile.

Shen Xizhi stood on the road fangs and didn't move.

The man under the tree reached out to her.

He smiled at her like a disaster.

Shen Xizhi walked towards him, stopped in front of him, and looked at him with cold eyes. The man raised his hand.

Shen Xizhi knocked out his hand.

Qiao Zong tilted his head, laughed out of his throat, stretched out his hand to pull her wrist, and murmured, "Don't be angry."

Shen Xizhi looked up at him.

Qiao Zong squeezed her small face: "I will stay with you from now on, okay?"

Shen Xizhi didn't talk to Qiao Zong all the way.

After arriving at the hotel, Qiao Zong sent her into the room. After he sent her to her, he poured her a cup of hot water and left in a polite manner.

Shen Xizhi was left standing in the room inexplicably, holding the cup of tea, scratching her head for the first time.

Did this man come to apologize or just act?

The room is a poolside room with a swimming pool outside. The structure of the room is exactly the same as when she first came here.

Shen Xizhi simply rested in the hotel, and then called the front desk to bring food in, and slept in bed before getting up.

The front desk also gave a T-shirt and cropped trousers. Shen Xizhi put on them and went out to buy dinner.

Still haven't met Qiao Zong.

She didn't know what medicine was sold in Qiao Zong's gourd, so she kept her mind, had dinner in the room, and went out for a walk to digest.

At this time, the sun was low and the sky was dark blue.

The streets are lively and noisy.

Shen Xizhi walked through the crowd, always feeling as if someone was watching him. She ignored this illusion and strolled leisurely.

The next second, the crowd fell silent.

Someone whispered: "Fireworks."

Shen Xizhi raised her eyes to look.

Above the empty square in the distance, fireworks exploded. Rows of fireworks were sent to the sky, and colorful fireworks lined up to form a line of words.

[Baby Zhizhi, Joe Zong loves you]

Shen Xizhi:...

This way of confession is really a bit earthy.

The beautiful fireworks lit up in the sky for a moment, and just as Shen Xizhi had read the words clearly, the flow of people in front of him dispersed automatically.

At the end of the crowd stood a tall figure.

Holding a rose in his hand, the man walked towards her slowly.

At this moment, the crowd became the background board, the fireworks became the soundtrack, and he was the only bright spot.

The corners of Shen Xizhi's lips turned up secretly.

Qiao Zong walked up to her.

This big battle is like asking for marriage.

Shen Xizhi tried to press down the arc of her lips, and Qiao Zong knelt in front of her on one knee.

A girl with a simple dress and a gorgeous face, and a man with a pure temperament in white clothes and black trousers, together, they are naturally eye-catching. Not to mention that this seems to be enough to propose a marriage posture.

Before Qiao Zong could speak, people cheered actively: "Promise him! Promise him! Promise him!"

Joe bends his lips vertically.

He knelt on the ground, looking up at her, with a smile on his lips with a three-point joke: "Zhizhi, if I propose marriage, will you agree?"

Shen Xizhi is indifferent: "No."

Qiao Zong smiled again: "Yeah."

He laughed like spring water, and his voice was low and clear.

Shen Xizhi snorted softly.

"So I don't propose marriage." Qiao Zong said: "Baby Zhizhi, Qiao Zong loves you. Make peace with him, okay?"

He rarely calls her baby.

Shen Xizhi's heart exploded like fireworks just now. She held back her smile, nodded, and said proudly: "Okay."

Qiao Zong handed her the flowers.

Along the way, pedestrians looked at them one after another.

Shen Xizhi held the flower, and the villain in her heart kept turning around. The smile on her lips could no longer hide, and the corner of her eyes couldn't help but glance at Qiao Zong beside her.

The hatred so long before seemed to disappear in a flash.

But she was still a little annoyed.

Qiao Zong took her back to the room.

As soon as the lamp was turned on, Qiao Zong took the flower in her hand before it was ready, and placed it on the bay window.

As soon as Shen Xizhi wanted to speak, he was pressed against the bay window and kissed.

The kiss was very light, and he was not in a hurry.

The man has a very light floral scent, and the medicinal scent is much weaker.

He took Shen Xizhi's hand and unbuttoned his clothes.

Unbuttoning the buttons one by one, Shen Xizhi's face flushed.

Until Qiao Zong put her hand on his shoulder and bowed his head to kiss her neck.

Her gaze floated on Qiao Zong's back and saw a large swath of red roses tattooed on his back. In her diary, Qiao Zong said that she was a red rose in a black and white scroll.

She wraps her hand around the man's neck.

Speaking softly: "Qiao Zong."

Her voice didn't know how to stimulate him, he held her waist, turned her over, and kissed her on her back.

She could no longer see the rose tattoo in her sight.

The water in the pool outside the window was sparkling, just like seeing you that night.

Qiao Zong's voice was muted, he kissed her, and said softly in a muted voice.

"Zhizhi, you are the first rose in my life."

[End of text]

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