49. Breathe for each other

Chapter Forty-Nine: Each Other's Breath

In fact, Lu Ze and Qiao Qiao are both very persistent people, they have been nagged and forced to marry for many years in the past, even if they are getting older, even if the pressure from society and family is great, but you are bitter, I am unmoved, and I have never wavered, so in the end, my grandmother was persuaded by Qiao Qiao to go downstairs.

After sending her grandmother down and coming back, Qiaoqiao called Lu Ze. The two of them got tired of being on the phone for a while, and after thinking about it, Qiao Qiao still mentioned to Lu Ze: "You still have to make it clear to your grandmother, you don't have to take the blame for me." Just say that I don't want to get married, don't say it's you. It seems very irresponsible for the man to say such things, not to mention that I don't want to get married in the first place. ”

Hearing Qiaoqiao say this, Lu Ze on the other end of the phone paused and called her name softly: "Qiaoqiao." ”

"Huh?" Jojo replied.

Lu Ze didn't rush to answer, and Qiao Qiao didn't rush him. She is actually a person who doesn't like to be cold, and when she encounters this kind of silent scene on the call, she often has to find a topic to follow.

But at this moment, she heard Lu Ze's faint breathing in the mobile phone, Qiao Qiao rubbed the pillow in her arms with her chin, and felt that this kind of silence did not seem to be embarrassing or uncomfortable, and felt quite relieved, so it was good to hold the mobile phone and quietly hear his breathing.

"Jojo." Lu Ze whispered her name again, and when he heard Qiao Qiao still answer him softly, he continued: "I'm not taking the blame for you. Not only did I never think about having children before, I didn't even think about getting married, I even felt that life was not interesting, whether it was working hard to make money and fight for a career, or marrying a wife and having children to raise the next generation, in the end it was just a handful of loess. ”

Qiao Qiao looked at the night view of the city outside the bedroom window and listened to Lu Ze quietly. She remembered that when she saw Lu Ze sitting alone in the rain for a long time in the cemetery, she had faintly touched his particularly negative side. But Lu Ze didn't say a word at that time, neither mentioned his past, nor said his mood, just hugged her silently, so Qiao Qiao never asked.

Just like Lu Ze actually never said why he always had insomnia day and night, all of it was made up by Qiao Qiao himself based on the past events he heard from Grandma Zhao.

Qiao Qiao has always felt that compared to himself, Lu Ze treats life much more negatively, empty home, empty mobile phone, empty computer, no songs, no movies, no games, he has no entertainment at all, he completed his studies because of his father's wishes, the nine-year student era is dull, and the familiar classmates are more like sports partners than friends, Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Zhao nagged him to listen, he didn't have to go to work without worrying about food and clothing, and he didn't seem to have any other hobbies, except for sweating on the court every day.

But Qiao Qiao felt that picking up wounds was not a very interesting thing, unless Lu Ze took the initiative to say it, then she would listen to him quietly.

But later, when I fell in love, I was either busy with work every day, or I was a sweet and greasy couple's daily life, and I didn't want to mention these unhappy things.

Lu Ze's low voice came from his mobile phone: "So I really don't care about things like getting married and having children, I don't care if others think it's irresponsible not to get married, I don't care what to do when I'm old, I don't care who the company will give the house to who the inheritance will give to after I don't have children, everyone is dead, what happens after death?" These things, you don't have to feel like I'm giving in so it's stressful, if you don't want it, we don't want it, and I never wanted it anyway. ”

"Lu Ze." Jojo called out to him softly.

Lu Ze answered, asked Qiao Qiao what was wrong, and then heard something he hadn't thought he would hear.

Jojo said to him, "I want to see you." ”

Lu Ze is a man of action, he paused for three seconds and said to Qiaoqiao: "Don't hang up the phone, within fifteen minutes." ”

Qiao Qiao held the phone and smiled slightly: "Then I'll wait for you downstairs, drive slowly, and don't call while driving." ”

"I drive very carefully, I don't call when I'm driving, I just don't want to hang up." Lu Ze replied that he was indeed less than fifteen minutes away from Qiao Qiao's house.

Jojo hummed, jumped out of bed, picked up the key, and went downstairs lightly.

She felt that she had never done such a stupid thing, obviously she had told Lu Ze in the past that it would be a waste of phone bills to call without talking, but if it wasn't for Lu Ze to drive, she didn't want to hang up the phone, nor did she want to say anything to Lu Ze, she just didn't want to hang up.

Obviously, the two of them separated when Lu Ze sent her downstairs in the afternoon, and he was going to pick him up early tomorrow morning, but he called at night and said that he wanted to see him, and then he proposed to drive over immediately, and she didn't rationally refuse, saying no.

Because she just wanted to see him now, but fortunately his house was not too far away.

Qiao Qiao stood downstairs with his mobile phone and waited for Lu Ze, Lu Ze was driving, so no one spoke, and only the faint breathing of each other could be heard in the phone that was not hung up.

As the warm breeze of the summer night blew slowly, Qiao Qiao looked up at the dense dark green heart-shaped plane leaves, and the warm yellow moonlight and light that fell through the gaps in the leaves, and suddenly laughed softly.

Lu Ze, who was driving, heard her laughter and asked her softly, "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong?" ”

Joe Jole: "I have to go up again to spray the dew, I see mosquitoes through the street lamp, I don't want to be bitten." ”

Holding the mobile phone and hearing Lu Ze's faint laughter, Qiao Qiao ran up quietly again, sprayed a body of flower dew and ran down to wait for him.

When Lu Ze's car stopped in front of Qiaoqiao, he still plugged the Bluetooth headset he was wearing while driving, pushed the door down, and Qiaoqiao, who was still holding his mobile phone, was immediately smothered into a warm embrace.

It's hot to hug each other in the hot summer, but Qiaoqiao wraps around his waist and doesn't want to let go.

Lu Ze hugged a girlfriend who was surrounded by the smell of flower water, gently stroked her long hair at the back of her head, and asked her, "Are you sad?" ”

He thought that Jojo suddenly wanted to see him because it was tomorrow, so he would be sad tonight and would not want to be alone.

Qiao Qiao thought that in addition to mentioning to himself that he had insomnia, in addition to asking himself if he could go to the cemetery to accompany him, in fact, he basically didn't tell him anything else about his sadness or bad mood, nor did he pour out negative feelings to her.

But Qiao Qiao just heard his words, and knew that he was reassuring himself not to care about forced marriage, and he didn't care if he was getting married and having children for her sake of concessions, because in fact, he didn't care about these things himself.

But Qiao Qiao just felt that he had touched Lu Ze's very negative side of life again, and he always felt that life was actually meaningless, and it was just a matter of dying.

Qiao Qiao shook his head in Lu Ze's arms, then tilted his head and tiptoed to kiss him. Qiao Qiao stretched out her hand and touched the side of Lu Ze's face, looking at him intently, reflecting the little light of the street lamp and the moonlight, her voice was extremely gentle: "Lu Ze, I'm not sad, I just listened to you, I think you're a little sad, so I want to see you." ”

When Lu Ze heard Qiao Qiao say this, the arms holding her tightened, and he lowered his head and whispered in Qiao Qiao's ear: "Qiao Qiao, you are like this, I don't want to go back." ”

He didn't want to go back to his own home anymore, wherever it was, if he was the only one in that home.

Obviously, he has been used to being alone for a long time.

Hearing this, Qiao Qiao backhanded Lu Ze's hand around his waist, Lu Ze wanted to explain that he was just talking about it, and he didn't really want to stay at her house, after all, her family lived on the second floor.

But Jojo clasped his hand tightly with his fingers, and then turned around and swiped the curfew.

Lu Ze was led upstairs by her, and although his voice was soft, it was faintly happy, "Qiaoqiao, what should I do if my grandparents find out?" ”

"They're all asleep." Jojo whispered back.

"What if you find out tomorrow morning?" Lu Ze was in a good mood.

Jojo pulled him into the house and locked it, afraid that his grandmother, who had the key to it tomorrow morning, would get up too early and like to come to her, and when she came in, she would startle the old man. Then Qiao Qiao turned to look at Lu Ze, raised his chin slightly and asked him, "Then you can't live?" ”

Qiao Qiao, who was questioning, was smothered into a strong embrace again, and a low laughing voice above his head replied to Qiao Qiao: "Stop, you can't get out anymore." ”

Lu Ze surrounded Qiaoqiao from behind her, turned into a plaster attached to her back, and hugged her to visit her home in City A.

In fact, whether Lu Ze doesn't want to go back to his own house, or Qiao Qiao wants to keep him, in fact, it doesn't matter anything, it's just that someone is there to accompany him on the eve of this. Lu Ze sat on the sofa and continued to look through her photo album with Qiaoqiao who was nestled in his arms.

"Actually, I retook all these photos and saved them on my computer back then, but I basically didn't look at them anymore." Qiaoqiao's voice spoke softly, but the love was okay, she had slowly begun to look back on the past, although the state would not be so active and happy, but it would not break down and cry, but on this kind of commemorative day, she would turn out the photo album and take a look.

Looking at this album with only single or double photos, Lu Ze freed up his right hand around Qiaoqiao in his arms, and his fingers gently traced the young Qiaoqiao in the photo on the album. He didn't have such a sensational idea of promising to take care of her daughter in front of the photo of Qiaoqiao's mother, so he just kissed Qiaoqiao's forehead in his arms lightly and whispered to her: "Qiaoqiao, I will always be with you." ”

"Lu Ze." Qiao Qiao in his arms raised his head and reached out to touch Lu Ze's head, "If you're unhappy, you can tell me." ”

Qiao Qiao thought about it and felt that Lu Ze didn't like to say this, so he added: "I don't want to say it, you let me accompany you." ”

Lu Ze, who had short hair and was messed up by Qiao Qiao, also reached out to touch Qiao Qiao's head and promised her: "Okay." ”

Qiao Qiao woke up very early the next morning, and then found that Lu Ze still woke up earlier than her.

"Still insomnia? Didn't sleep well? Qiaoqiao asked Lu Ze.

"No, I'm just used to it, and I don't sleep long." Lu Ze lowered his head and gently gave her a good morning kiss.

Jojo went alone in the morning every time she died, and she didn't want to go with the rest of the family because she wanted a more private space, and this was the first time she had taken someone there.

But when Lu Ze got out of the car with a bouquet of flowers to hold her hand, Qiao Qiao stood in front of the car and was reluctant to move. Even from a great distance, she could find her mother's grave at a glance and then recognize who the back of the man in front of her mother's grave was.

But so what, she couldn't enclose the ground, and from then on she didn't allow him to come to sweep the grave, and she didn't allow him to always come to pay tribute to his conscience. Her mother was even nominally his deceased wife, not ex-wife. Even the person looked back, and then hesitantly stepped down, as if he was waiting for her at this time and place.