In the quiet of the night, a violent cough came from the room of a hotel, and it was vaguely seen that the floor of the hotel was full of cigarette butts and beer bottles.

In a strange city, a lonely person, facing the computer all day long, Li Mengqi felt tired, and a little tired, she smoked until her mouth was full of bitterness, and she vomited and vomited when she drank wine, as if she was afraid that she would feel boundless loneliness when she woke up, and she was having a high fever at this time.

The scenes of the past are replaying in front of her eyes like a slideshow, born in the countryside, the old lady is in the advanced stage of liver cancer, and her father is a gambler who is addicted to gambling, just because her father wants that share of the bride price, she will drop out of school and get married.

Fleeing to the big city with a hot pillow and wanting to rely on her own hands to change her fate, but the reality made her fall to the fate of standing at the mouth of the alley to solicit customers.

Thinking back to everything, Li Mengqi had already burst into tears at this time, she felt that the god of fate seemed to have never favored her, Li Mengqi extinguished the half of the cigarette that trembled between her white fingers in the ashtray, and then she curled up on the ground with her head in her arms until the pain filled the entire room.

From crying bitterly to sobbing, from sobbing to a somewhat hoarse voice, staring blankly at the ceiling of the room for a long time, Li Mengqi wiped the tears on her face and called Yang Yu.

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At this time, in the red villa of Yang Yu's family, Hu Yuxuan had curled up in a ball and fell asleep, but he was looking at the textbooks of the third year of high school in the dim light of another room.

Hearing the ringtone of the mobile phone, Yang Yu connected the phone, and a slightly hoarse and weak voice came out, "Yang Yu, I'm sick, can you come and see me!"

Yang Yu put the textbook in his hand on the table: "Li Mengqi, what kind of illness do you have, I'll buy you some medicine when the time comes." ”

Li Mengqi on the other end of the phone said: "Yes, I just have a fever, and there is no serious illness." ”

Yang Yu pursed his lips and said, "Okay, you wait for me, I'll go over right away." ”

A bitter smile appeared on Li Mengqi's somewhat pale face in the hotel, and then she slowly put the phone on the ground.

Yang Yu tiptoed out of his villa, he ran all the way to the hotel where Li Mengqi lived, although he knew acupuncture, but in order for Li Mengqi to get better faster, when Yang Yu passed a pharmacy, he still bought some fever medicine for Li Mengqi.

It didn't take long for Yang Yu to squeak open the door of the hotel, and when he saw a few empty beer bottles and cigarette butts all over the floor in the room, he felt a sour feeling and guilt in his heart.

Li Mengqi staggered from the ground and got up from the ground and threw herself into Yang Yu's arms, and she couldn't help but shed hot tears on her face.

Yang Yu felt Li Mengqi's tears wet the clothes on his shoulders, as well as the coal-like temperature on her forehead, Yang Yu carried Li Mengqi to the bed, he took out a golden needle from his arms and pricked it on the acupuncture point on Hu Yuxuan's head.

Then Yang Yu took a hot water kettle in the room and plugged it in to boil a pot of boiling water, and when the water boiled, he poured a cup of boiling water and asked Li Mengqi to drink the antipyretic medicine he bought.

Just a casual glance, Yang Yu saw the lit computer screen in the room, and he ranked third on the gift list of his drunken and smiling account.

Yang Yu looked at Li Mengqi with pity and said, "Why is it so hard that you are sick and still start a live broadcast!"

Li Mengqi pursed her pale lips and stared at Yang Yu with a serious face: "I just want to prove myself in front of you!"

Yang Yu slowly walked to the bed side of the hotel, he lay down next to Li Mengqi, put his hand on Li Mengqi's forehead, and used his true qi to cool Hu Yuxuan's forehead and said: "You say it's not cold, do I feel that my hands are very comfortable, you said that you have a fever like this, you still smoke and drink to cheapen yourself, why are you so troubled!"

Li Mengqi said with a somewhat depressed expression: "Do you say that I can not be lonely when I come to this big city alone!"

Yang Yu hugged Li Mengqi in his arms and said: "What is lonely, don't you say that you still have me, by the way, now the corn in the edge of the village is estimated to be more than one person tall!"

"yes, I used to go into the cornfield and apply fertilizer a second time when I was at home, but I didn't expect you to be able to talk about the crops. Li Mengqi looked at Yang Yu and said with emotion.

Yang Yu put Li Mengqi's head into his arms and said: "Farm fence tile house, landscape and pastoral, plant some flowers and plants in the courtyard, and reclaim a few acres of barren land on the mountain, Li Mengqi, do you yearn for this kind of life?"

Li Mengqi drilled into Yang Yu's arms and said, "Of course I yearn for this kind of life, but you refuse to accompany me!"

Yang Yu opened his mouth and said: "Frankly, I won't go with you, if I find someone to live like that with me, I will only choose Hu Yuxuan to go with me!"

Li Mengqi looked up at Yang Yu and said: "Maybe I'm a person who has too much luxury, maybe women are like this, you can come to see me today, in fact, I am already very satisfied in my heart."

Yang Yu leaned over and made a slight impression on Li Mengqi's lips and said: "When I was a child, I thought you were the most beautiful woman in our village, and at that time, my heart would beat and stop when I saw you from afar, and at that time, I even looked at you and your face could be red to the base of my neck, I really didn't expect you to lie in my arms like this!"

Li Mengqi opened his mouth and said: "Yang Yu, I feel that your whole person has changed a lot, you have become not like the previous you, you have become worse than before!"

Yang Yu put his hand into Li Mengqi's arms and said: "Actually, that life, no matter what you become, even if you are happy for a day, whether you are happy or sad, the sun will rise as usual, the most important thing is to work hard to complete what you want to do while you still have time." ”

Although a certain part of Li Mengqi's body was being kneaded wantonly, a faint flush appeared on her face and said to Yang Yu: "I remember reading a sentence on a piece of straw paper in my house before, which is not bad for what you said, "A person's life should be spent like this, when he looks back on the past, he will not regret spending his time in vain, nor will he be ashamed of doing nothing." ”

These are the words of Paul Kochakin, the protagonist of How Steel Is Made, which I have read countless times while squatting in the toilet. Yang Yu pulled out the golden needle from the top of Li Mengqi's head.

Li Mengqi suddenly felt that her forehead was no longer hot, she looked at Yang Yu and said, "I didn't expect your acupuncture to be quite effective, I feel that my forehead is not so hot!"

Yang Yu wrapped the quilt over the two of them and said: "In order not to make you lonely anymore, and in order not to make the two of us regret for wasting tonight, we should also do some beautiful things in life!"