The heartthrob really didn't fish

Chapter 8 Qin Feihe

It was already night, the sun was gone, there was no sunlight, the corridor was a little cold, and the temperature was quietly taken away from the body, not to an unacceptable level, but it was always difficult to ignore such gloom.

Song Jiabao couldn't help tightening his shirt. When he was waiting in the room just now, he even felt a little sweaty. In just a few tens of seconds, the sweat evaporated, and he was already shivering a little.

He even wanted to turn around and go back and put on a dress.

Song Jiabao took a deep breath and walked slowly towards 1910.

No one around, very quiet.

He waited for a while, then worked up the courage to look through the cat's eyes.

In fact, he couldn't see anything clearly, and he couldn't be sure if there was anyone inside. Song Jiabao listened intently for a while, but it was very quiet inside, he could only hear his nervous breathing intertwined with the sound of his heartbeat.

"call……"

Song Jiabao exhaled slowly, avoiding the position of the cat's eyes, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

At that moment, his heartbeat almost stopped.

A few seconds passed, no one came to open the door, and there was no sound from inside.

Song Jiabaomin pursed his lips, and knocked on the door again, much stronger than before.

"Dong dong dong——" This time the knock on the door seemed to reverberate throughout the corridor, and when it reached Song Jiabao's ears, it was like a drum beating in his ears, making his once stagnant heartbeat suddenly happy again, Even breathing became short of breath.

Still no one came to answer the door.

Is he not coming back?Or did the man deliberately not open the door for him?

Song Jiabao was more willing to believe that it was because that person hadn't come back. How could someone who could follow and monitor him not dare to open the door for him?

The heartbeat gradually calmed down.

In just 3 minutes, Song Jiabao experienced a stagnation of heartbeat, quickening and then falling back, and felt a little dull pain in his chest.

Song Jiabao covered his chest, and at this moment, there was a "click" sound of the door lock twisting.

Song Jiabao's body froze suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to run, completely forgetting that his purpose of coming up was to find someone.

"Eh? Are you Xiao Jiang's friend?" A gentle and intellectual female voice came from behind.

Song Jiabao turned his head stiffly, and it turned out that the sound of the door opening just now came from 1909 at the opposite door.

1909 lived in a well-dressed middle-aged woman. She was startled when she saw Song Jiabao's face, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Did I scare you by speaking suddenly?"

"No..." Song Jiabao regained his composure, clutching his increasingly painful chest, "Do you know anyone who lives in 1910?"

"I've only met a few times. After all, it's the opposite door. Is there anything you can do with him? He doesn't seem to be back yet."

"Oh, yes, I came to him because I seemed to see him drop a necklace a few days ago, but I only saw a back view, so I wasn't particularly sure, so I came here to see if he dropped it."

"Then it's not a coincidence that you came here. He seems to be very busy with work, and he is not sure when he will come back every night. Sometimes he comes back in the early morning."

"That's it, no wonder I said I didn't seem to have seen him much."

"He only moved here for about half a month. It's normal that you haven't seen him."

"Then... can you give me a contact information? Let me know when he will come back, so I can come and see if it is him. After all, the necklace is still precious."

"Okay." 1909 readily agreed, "If it's not convenient for you, just give me a picture of the necklace, and it's the same if I ask him directly when he comes back."

"It's okay, the main thing is..." Song Jiabao struggled to find an excuse: "I also really want to get to know him."

"Haha, that's good, Xiao Jiang is a good person, and it's good for young people to make two more friends."

Song Jiabao forced a smile, "Since he's not here today, I'll go back first."

"Eh, good."

"It's troublesome."

After Song Jiabao finished speaking, he was about to leave. He took out his mobile phone and turned off the recording. Just as he returned to the desktop, a call came in.

It was his mother Qin Mei who called.

Song Jiabao was a little surprised that his mother would call him at this time, so he quickly answered:

"Hello, Mom?"

"Hey, Jiabao, are you off work?"

Qin Mei's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, and Song Jiabao's eyes turned red, and he looked up and replied as if nothing had happened:

"It's off work, there's not much to do today."

"That's good. I worked overtime every day some time ago. Now it's time to take a break."

"You call me at this time, what's the matter?"

"There is something. Do you still remember Qin Feihe?"

"Qin Feihe?"

After not hearing this name for a long time, Song Jiabao was stunned for a moment, and the next second, the face that he deliberately hid deep in his memory suddenly appeared without warning.

Qin Feihe hadn't heard this name for a long time, and Song Jiabao was still in a daze for a while.

Song Jiabao and Qin Feihe used to be inseparable for a period of time, and the reason can be traced back to Qin Feihe's mother, Qin Lian.

Qin Lian is a very decisive and courageous woman. In the era of getting by more than [-] years ago, after she learned that her husband was cheating, she immediately chose to divorce, and no one could persuade her.

Later, Qin Lian raised Qin Feihe alone, and she desperately wanted to shape Qin Feihe into a perfect "gentleman". During the Chinese New Year, Qin Feihe's upbringing was always amazed by relatives.

Until 12, when Qin Feihe was in the first grade of junior high school, he tried to commit suicide. After being rescued, he would stare out the window all day long. Qin Lian beat and scolded him, but he didn't respond.

Qin Mei was the first to realize that something was wrong, and asked Song Jiabao to take leave of absence, and asked him, a peer of his age, to accompany Qin Feihe.

Song Jiabao was only 13 years old at the time, the age at which he loved playing the most. Of course, he was not happy to be in the hospital every day with a "crazy" who might commit suicide at any time.

Besides, he and Qin Feihe can't speak five words every year, and they are no different from strangers. What's the use of him coming to accompany Qin Feihe?

At that time, Qin Mei told Song Jiabao earnestly that it would definitely be useful for him to accompany Qin Feihe. During the Chinese New Year, she often noticed that Qin Feihe was looking at him.

That's why he always proposed to let him play with Qin Feihe, but every time Song Jiabao didn't like it, Qin Feihe didn't take the initiative, so this matter was never implemented.

But the situation is different now, no matter how Qin Feihe said it was his life, he might be able to help, so it's best to give it a try.

Yes, it was a human life anyway, Song Jiabao still compromised.

Song Jiabao walked into the ward alone, Qin Feihe didn't respond at all, just stared out the window.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk to him, following Qin Feihe's gaze and looking out, it turned out that he was looking at the lilies in the flower bed.

"It turned out to be a Widowmaker." Song Jiabao exclaimed in surprise.

It was a lily that was about to bloom, and Song Jiabao didn't know how he noticed that flower at the first sight.

Song Jiabao didn't expect Qin Feihe's response at first, but Qin Feihe's hoarse voice suddenly came from his ear:

"It mutated."

"Why did it mutate?"

"There may be many reasons, maybe the composition of the soil is different, maybe it is born with mutated genes."

Song Jiabao racked his brains not to break the topic, and continued: "What kind of situation do you think it might be?"

Qin Feihe didn't answer, but turned his head and looked at him steadily, "Which one do you think it will be?"

"Is it a genetic variation? If it is affected by the environment, should all flowers change?"

"Yeah, I think so too."

The first conversation between Song Jiabao and Qin Feihe ended here abruptly, but it was good news for Qin Mei or Qin Lian. They completely regarded Song Jiabao as Qin Feihe's life-saving straw and asked him to accompany him every day. Qin Feihe.

Later, Qin Feihe's psychological counseling, Song Jiabao, was always there, and Qin Feihe refused to speak when he was not there.

After several consultations, the psychological counselor gave a diagnosis that was beyond everyone's expectations—Qin Feihe suffered from severe depression and moderate schizoid personality disorder, accompanied by some performance-avoiding personality disorder, and the situation was already very serious.

At this moment, Qin Lian finally panicked and did not dare to force Qin Feihe any more, so Qin Mei simply took Qin Feihe to live at home.

Their family hadn't changed houses at that time, it was a small two-room dormitory assigned by the school, with parents sharing one room, Song Jiabao could only share one room with Qin Feihe.

At that time, no one thought that Qin Feihe would live there for five years, so he didn't replace the double bed in Song Jiabao's room with a bunk bed, and he and Qin Feihe shared the same bed for five years.

Qin Feihe was very insecure, and would cling to Song Jiabao's body like a drowning person when he was sleeping. Song Jiabao was often awakened by him at first, but later he got used to it, and could sleep until dawn when he closed his eyes.

At that time, Song Jiabao thought that he would maintain such a relationship with Qin Feihe until his third year of high school, when Qin Feihe left without a word, was taken to England by his mother Qin Lian, and never contacted Song Jiabao again.

Song Jiabao felt that he was like a rag that Qin Feihe used and threw away ruthlessly. With his company, Qin Feihe gradually got better. For Qin Feihe, Song Jiabao was beaten to the hospital by the so-called school bully in junior high school, but Qin Feihe abandoned him mercilessly.

The mood went from being sad at the beginning to being angry and now deliberately not thinking of him anymore, Song Jiabao thought that he would never see Qin Feihe again.

"Jiabao? Are you still there? Why aren't you talking?"

Qin Mei's voice pulled Song Jiabao out of his memory.

"I'm..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Jiabao realized that his voice was terribly dry. He coughed twice, cleared his throat and asked, "Why did you mention him all of a sudden?"

"Feihe has returned to China, didn't you tell me that he wanted to see you?"

Song Jiabao lowered his eyes and asked as he walked towards the empty stairwell, "Why did he see me? I have nothing to say to him."

"Are you still blaming him? Hey, you also know your aunt's strong personality. When she insisted on taking Qin Feihe's child away, he didn't mean to leave without saying a word."

Song Jiabao pursed his lips and did not speak.

"I know you must also miss him, so you always blame him, don't you? Let me tell you, he contacted me as soon as he came back, saying he wanted to see you, and thank you for taking care of him in person."

Qin Mei paused, seeing that Song Jiabao still had no intention of speaking, she pretended to be mysterious and continued: "I saw that child Qin Feihe today, if you see him, you will definitely be shocked. He is completely different from before. If there are two people, if I don't tell you, if you don't recognize them when you walk on the road, then it's Qin Feihe."

Song Jiabao still couldn't help but opened his mouth: "What's wrong with him?"

"I saw him today, he is a head taller than me, his facial features have grown, and he looks better than the big stars on TV."

Song Jiabao couldn't imagine Qin Feihe like this.

Qin Feihe was brought up by Qin Lian, and Qin Lian is a particularly strong woman, which also led to Qin Feihe's soft and quiet personality.

In Song Jiabao's memory, Qin Feihe was not tall, and his figure was extremely thin. He was always dressed neatly and cleanly, his body exuded a faint smell of laundry detergent, and his facial features were exquisite and beautiful. The combination of these qualities often made people People mistook him for a girl.

Qin Mei said: "Why don't you meet him? He said that the doctoral project was completed, and he came back to see you after a period of rest. Tomorrow is also a rest day. You can see what he has to say first. If you still Don't mind, will my mother never persuade you again?"

Having reached this point, Song Jiabao had no choice but to respond: "All right."

Anyway, no matter what Qin Feihe said, he would never forgive Qin Feihe for leaving without saying goodbye and never contacting him.

"Then I'll give him your contact information later, and you can talk by yourself."

"Row."

"I have nothing else to do, so I'll hang up first."

"it is good."

Qin Mei hung up the phone, and soon received the contact information from Qin Mei on WeChat. He stared at it for a while, but did not save the number.

Even though he was still angry, he couldn't help but start to fantasize about what Qin Feihe would look like now and where he would be...

Song Jiabao, who was distracted, didn't notice that the stairwell behind him was slowly pushed away, and a gloved hand suddenly covered his mouth and pulled him into the cubicle.

The author says:

Why are there so few comments?I haven't been angry yet, am I going to be angry?