Chapter 13: Childhood sweethearts

In the evening, Chen Qi'an arrived at the night as promised, and she sent a text message to Sheng Gongzi as explained by Zhao Qingzi, saying that she was going to self-study tonight and would go to him later.

Before Chen Qi'an set off from the dormitory, Zhao Qingzi had already left. Qi An thought, this should be a very sad story, she walked a few steps out of the dormitory, and then folded back and brought a pack of tissues.

Her steps became brisk, and she felt that her relationship with Zhao Qingzi had been sublimated. Isn't that the friendship between girls like this, exchanging secrets with each other, exchanging their own unbearable and unspeakable secrets.

The tree hole will never reveal secrets, nor will it ever exchange secrets, women will.

Chen Qi'an sat in Yeweiyang for a long time, and Qingzi did not appear for a long time. Qi An called her, but she didn't answer. Qi An found that Maomao was not there today, so she beckoned a young waitress and asked them why they didn't see Maomao today. The waitress said that Mao Mao had stopped working here for a long time.

Qi An asked why in surprise, the waitress looked left and right, and said to Qi An in a low voice, "He was going to beat our boss, but he was stopped and thrown out by the security guards, and he has not been seen since." ”

It's strange, Qingzi shouldn't have something wrong with her. Qi An felt that the relationship between Maomao and Qingzi was not ordinary, she felt that as long as she found Maomao, she could find Qingzi.

Qi An remembered that Han Qing and Wang Zhizhi had been to Maomao's house that night, so he called Han Qing and asked her if she remembered where Maomao's home was.

Han Qing asked her what was wrong, and Qi An said lightly that there was something wrong with him and he couldn't be contacted.

More than ten minutes later, Han Qing appeared in front of Qi An out of breath.

"What's wrong with Maomao?" Han Qing excitedly tugged on Qi An's wrist, and Qi An felt that his entire arm was numb in an instant.

"Why are you here, Mao Mao is fine, I just heard that he was thrown out by the security guards a few days ago......" Before Qi An finished speaking, Han Qing let go of Qi An and turned his head and ran. Qi An chased after him, and after running for more than five or six minutes, Han Qing finally stopped at the bottom of an old building.

Han Qing turned her head and saw Qi An half-squatting not far from her, bending her back and propping her arms on her knees. Han Qing didn't wait for her and ran up alone.

Qi An gasped for breath and saw Han Qing start running again, so he had no choice but to continue to catch up.

Qi An climbed to the fourth floor and saw Han Qing standing at the door. Qi An wanted to knock on the door in the past, but with a light knock, the door opened.

This is an old building that is older than Chen Qi'an, and when you open the door, what you smell is not the heavy smell of history, but a pungent stench, as if something has died here, and the smoker can't open his eyes.

Qi An covered his mouth and nose and fumbled to turn on the light, but Han Qing walked inside as if he hadn't smelled anything.

Maomao's room is only a few dozen square meters, a simple sofa is piled with clothes, the table is littered with food scraps and beer bottles, and a few flies are enjoying their supper on a pizza with green hair.

The walls have been dyed a dull yellow with age, and the concrete floor is covered with dust, and it looks like no one has lived in it for a while.

Qi An observed while following Han Qing into the bedroom, there was only a simple cloth wardrobe in the bedroom, a double bed, and the sheets were very new.

There is a photo at the head of the bed, in which the two people are wearing school uniforms, the boy naturally puts his hand on the girl's shoulder, and the girl's eyes are bent into crescents.

The photo shows Mao Mao and Zhao Qingzi.

Han Qing picked up the photo, looked at it carefully, and said in frustration, "So that's the case." ”

Qi An heard the disappointment in Han Qing's tone, and was about to comfort her, but the phone rang.

"Hey, Chen Qi'an, I'm Maomao. A voice on the other end of the phone said weakly.

"Mao Mao?" Qi An was about to speak, when Han Qing heard Mao Mao's name and snatched the phone, he asked a lot of questions in one breath like a machine gun.

"Where are you? Are you okay? I heard that you were thrown out, and you weren't hurt, right? Forget it, you answer me first, where are you!" Han Qing's tone was full of blame and worry.

Qi An couldn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone, she only saw Han Qing nodding her head incessantly, and finally hung up the phone after saying yes.

"That, Han Qing. Qi An looked at Han Qing helplessly and pointed to his mobile phone.

Han Qing glanced at Qi An, reacted, handed the phone to Qi An, and stuck out his tongue, "Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot to ask you, do you still want to talk to him?"

Qi An took the phone speechlessly, glanced at the screen, and the other end of the phone had hung up.

Han Qing said, "Maomao will be back in a while." ”

She rolled up her sleeves, hummed a song, and began to clean up the room without saying a word, forgetting all about the photos of Maomao and Qingzi she had just seen.

"Han Qing, what are you doing?" Qi An was confused.

Han Qing carefully put the garbage on the table in a large garbage bag with his hand, and the flies looked like they didn't like this uninvited guest, and flew around Han Qing.

"When I first saw him, I knew it was him for the rest of my life. Han Qing said to Qi An with a smile.

Qi An felt that Han Qing was glowing at this moment. She had only seen Mao Mao once, and she was ready to sacrifice everything for him. This is probably what people call blind love.

A familiar melody came to Qi An's mind:

Love comes too fast like a tornado.

Han Qing was in full swing, and after a while, there were many bags of garbage piled up at the door. Qi An wanted to help, but she really couldn't stand the feeling of her fingers touching these dirty things, so she simply sat on the edge of the bed and watched Han Qing go about her work.

Qi An still couldn't get through Qingzi's phone, but he just heard Han Qing say that the two of them were together.

About an hour later, Han Qing had just finished folding her clothes and was wiping the table hard. Footsteps were remembered in the stairs. Qi An and Han Qing looked at the door.

As the footsteps got closer and closer, the door creaked open, and Zhao Qingzi and Mao Mao walked in. Qi An turned his head and glanced at Han Qing, who was looking at Mao Mao intently.

"What are you doing?" Mao Mao moved the garbage at the door, looked at his home, and walked in.

"We're bored waiting, so we'll clean it up for you. Han Qing's mouth was about to crack open when she smiled. Full of praise on his face.

Qi An thought to himself, what are we, obviously you are busy working alone.

"Thank you. Maomao looked at the pig's nest that had lost its character.

"Qi An, my phone is out of battery. It's been a bit of a delay until now. Qingzi looked at Qi An and explained.

Qi An and Qingzi looked at each other. Han Qing did not shy away from locking her gaze on Mao Mao.

Mao Mao was stared at by Han Qing a little inexplicably, standing there looking left and right, as if she had arrived at someone else's house. In the end, it was Han Qing who pulled Maomao and sat down.

Qi An was like an outsider at the moment, sitting there looking down at his shoes.

Neither she nor Aoko wanted to speak first.