"So......" Qiao Yiyu spread her hands, thinking about whether she should apologize, but after thinking about it, she felt that there was nothing to apologize for, but seeing that Han Le's face was a little pale, she always had to say something, "Are you okay?" ”

Qiao Yiyu's answer was not beyond Han Le's expectations, it had always been his own wishful thinking, thinking about it carefully, many of the details that he thought were promising were just his own rich imagination, but even so, when he really heard her refuse without any hesitation, Han Le still felt that it was not a taste, the blood in his head seemed to be pulled back by his heart all of a sudden, his mouth was bitter for a while, his legs even trembled, his two fists clenched and relaxed desperately, and then clenched again, It was as if the whole body was on strike for his defeat.

He didn't know how long it took before he realized that he needed to say something, so he showed a smile that was more ugly than crying: "It's okay, it's okay......"

Then he pretended to be relaxed and continued to exaggerate this ugly smile: "Actually, I should have thought of it a long time ago...... I just thought it would be better to ask earlier. ”

Qiao Yiyu didn't speak, and it was obvious that being rejected should be a major blow to him, and she didn't know how to comfort her, so she didn't speak again - fortunately, this happened to be the best comfort.

Han Le returned to his room, sat upright on the bed like a piece of wood, and then fell on the head of the bed in a very unnatural position, his whole brain was filled with all kinds of negative emotions, and he could barely spare any strength to think about anything else.

I don't know how long it took, when he realized his state, he had unconsciously counted the blue petals on the curtain back and forth more than a dozen times, and at this time, Xie Yongqing's voice came from the living room and even gloated: "Han Le, don't hide in the room...... I was also issued a card. ”

Xie Yongqing's open-mindedness made Han Le let out a wry smile, but after laughing, he felt that he had regained a little strength, and the sensations all over his body seemed to come back all of a sudden, and then he realized that his body was still covered with cold and greasy sweat - so he hurriedly went to the wardrobe to find a change of clothes.

In the living room, Xie Yongqing and Qiao Yiyu were chatting, Xie Yongqing didn't seem to be defeated by rejection, but seemed to be more active: "Tell me about your standards...... So let's have a direction to work on. ”

Qiao Yiyu smiled and shook her head: "I really don't have this plan...... Never thought about it. Qiao Yiyu felt that she was still far from the level of love she needed.

"How can you plan emotional matters," Xie Yongqing didn't give up lightly, "I must have had an idea in my heart." ”

Qiao Yiyu still kept a light smile, and explained with some tears and laughter: "There really isn't." If she had this idea, she wouldn't have come here, or at least she wouldn't have chosen one person to come - acting alone often means greater danger, and of course, for Qiao Yiyu, it also means greater freedom.

Han Leyuan was not as calm as Xie Yongqing, so he just listened to a few words by the way and went to take a bath, closed the door of the sanitary house, and let go of the faucet, and the sound of the living room suddenly became blurred, which made Han Le more or less recover some of his thinking ability.

Because Xie Yongqing had just washed it, the mirror in the bathroom was full of fog, Han Le wiped it with a towel, and cleared a clear enough area on it, and then he stared at the dull self in the mirror, and suddenly felt that if Qiao Yiyu could really accept such a person, it would be weird.

Han Le spent nearly an hour and a half in the bathroom in a bath, until the heated water almost overflowed the bathtub, and Han Le felt that his skin was a little swollen, and he had the idea of leaving here.

When he was dressing, Han Le found out that it was almost 6 o'clock, no wonder there was the sound of a shovel scraping the iron pot outside, and when he came out, Xie Yongqing was showing off his cooking skills to Qiao Yiyu with a smug face - and Qiao Yiyu looked very curious, poking the fish that he had handled yesterday with his hand.

"You're finally willing to come out," Xie Yongqing, a standard friend, did not give up any opportunity to hit Han Music, "I know you don't like to eat fish...... So I do more...... Ha ha. ”

Han Le's mood has calmed down a lot now, he walked to the kitchen to look, and then said to Qiao Yiyu: "Be careful, don't get food poisoning...... He's got a criminal record. "During a summer vacation, Xie Yongqing bought some lobster cheaply in the vegetable market and decided to make his own spicy crayfish, saying that it was a must-have with beer in summer, and he must try it - it almost turned out to be a must.

"Oh?" Qiao Yiyu listened very seriously and was very curious, "Will it?" "She's never had that experience.

"Seven sa is my life!" Xie Yongqing spoke quickly in Belvedere hometown, and by the way, he smashed the kitchen knife that was chopping vegetables the cutting board.

Qiao Yiyu didn't understand, and Han Le translated: "He said that he would pay for his life if he ate it." ”

Then he sarcastically said, "What do I want your life to do when I die...... Moreover, there are two of them. ”

Xie Yongqing disdainfully: "Let's talk about it first...... I didn't let you eat it. ”

Having said that, when the fish was brought to the table, Han Le still quickly moved his first chopsticks - playing basketball, taking a bath for so long, coupled with the additional mental trauma, his stomach was already empty, and besides, the fish on this table was a serious meat dish.

After eating, Xie Yongqing took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks to wash, this was the first time in the world - according to Han Le's understanding of Xie Yongqing, he was sure that Xie Yongqing was not dead to Qiao Yiyu. In fact, he himself is not the same, but he is more desperate to save face.

After washing the dishes, Xie Yongqing went to Qiao Yiyu to borrow a book to read, and then "by the way" took out the guitar and asked for a few fingerings, which made Han Le feel more and more uncomfortable, but he couldn't say anything - if he wanted, he could do the same, no one would stop him.

But Han Le knew that he wouldn't do it, not only him, but Xie Yongqing also knew that he wouldn't do it, deliberately currying favor with someone in order to achieve a certain goal, Han Le just couldn't do this kind of thing - maybe in fact he had done a lot of such things, such as accompanying Qiao Yiyu to find a job, inviting her to dinner, and riding with her, no one would accuse him of this kind of thing, even Han Le himself, there is nothing wrong with it, my fair lady, of course, a gentleman is good to beg for...... But Han Le still insisted in his heart that this kind of thing should come naturally, or as naturally as possible - this kind of thinking is probably the reason why he has not contributed to his first love until now, in reality, it has always been water in the canal, and water will flow in when the canal is low, how can you expect water to be in the canal.

……

The next day, Monday.

As soon as the phone rang, Han Le reached out and took it, and the voice that came out of it was not very friendly: "Han Le? Where are you? ”

"Family ......" Han Le was not conscious at this time, and he didn't feel anything wrong.

"Are you still coming to work?"

"Going to work?" Han Le's brain was excited, and then he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that the direction of the curtain was already bright, and then he glanced at the time on his mobile phone, and it was half past nine o'clock. As soon as he moved his body and was about to get out of bed, he felt uncomfortable and weak as if he had fallen apart, especially his head, which was like being filled with lead water and died, and for a while, he even felt that the center of gravity of his whole body was shifted.

Han Le ...... Are you still ...... you" The voice on the phone continued to ask, and Han Le heard that the voice should be Shen Yan's.

Han Le suddenly thought that normally, Qiao Yiyu would come to call him when he went to work...... But thinking of yesterday's confession, he felt that it was normal not to shout, but this discovery made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Manager Shen, that's ......" As soon as Han Le spoke, he found that his voice was also a little hoarse, and his nose was also stuffed, "I should have a cold...... Would like to call in sick. ”

Shen Yan probably heard it, and maybe wanted to ask a few more words, but Han Le was a new employee after all, and he was not in the company, so he just said, "Okay, then I'll help you take a day of sick leave...... You should rest more at home, and if you think it is serious, go to the hospital. "It's not good to say much over the phone, and it's better to wait for the company to come to the company for a face-to-face interview.

The phone was hung up and thrown aside, Han Le stayed in the quilt for a while, he didn't feel it just now, but now he feels that his head is starting to get dizzy - in fact, he was dizzy just now, but he thought that he had just woken up and didn't get used to it, he stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead, which seemed to be a little hot.

What a cold...... Think about it yesterday, I was sweating, I caught a cold on the way back, and by the time I took a shower, I was already shivering with cold - at that time he thought it was the nervousness of the failed confession. Thinking of Qiao Yiyu, Han Le felt lost again.

The thirst in his throat was terrible, and there should be no one at home, so Han Le could only prepare to find medicine by himself, Xie Yongqing should have it, but he wasn't sure where it was, so he called Xie Yongqing first: "Do you have cold medicine?" ”

"What, you've been tricked?" Xie Yongqing also heard Han Le's voice muffled, "The medicine is in the third drawer on the right, and in that plastic bag, there are all the blue roots, white and black...... Is it serious? Is Qiao Yiyu at home? Xie Yongqing remembered that when he went downstairs, he saw Qiao Yiyu's bicycle still there.

"It's okay, I can't die...... She's going to work. ”

"It's okay if you're dead," Xie Yongqing remembered last night's stubble, "Don't say it's eating my fish." Call me if there's anything. ”

Han Le didn't have the time to argue this time, so he hung up the phone and got up to find medicine, and at the same time thought that he had to go to the kettle to boil water, and to turn on the water heater - the last time I had a cold in my memory was scalded with hot water in the bathroom, which was simpler and more comfortable than covering the quilt.

After getting off the ground, Han Le felt fluttering when he walked, and the few steps from the edge of the bed to the door also felt far away, but when he opened the door, Han Le was surprised to find that Qiao Yiyu was sitting in the living room, and he was a little surprised: "Why didn't you go to work?" ”

General Manager Shen said that it was time off...... So I'm also resting today," Qiao Yiyu felt that something was wrong with Han Le's voice, but he didn't react for a while, but seeing that Han Le's movements were a little wrong, he asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I have a cold," Han Le didn't say much, so he went to Xie Yongqing's house to find medicine, and after taking it out, he asked Qiao Yiyu, "Have you boiled water?" ”

Qiao Yiyu shook his head: "No." "She hasn't gotten into the habit of drinking boiled water.

Han Le wanted to do it himself, but he felt that he didn't have any strength when he was injured, even if he felt troublesome to carry this plastic bag, he had the impression that Qiao Yiyu was not a difficult person to speak, so he said, "Can you help me boil some boiling water...... I have a bit of a fever. ”

Qiao Yiyu nodded, then took the kettle and went to fetch the water, and when she was boiling the water, she went to the Internet to check again, what is a cold, what is a fever - this information is all over the street on the Internet, and the answers are basically the same, so a few minutes later, Qiao Yiyu came to Han Le's room with a cup of boiling water, and cared: "Do you want to give you that towel." ”

Han Le shook his head, he didn't like that feeling, but he still needed it: "Help me bring the tissue paper...... There are also trash cans. When the tissue arrived, he blew it vigorously, and most of the paper was almost all water.

"Help me get a water heater...... After taking the medicine, just take a shower in the afternoon. ”

He was supposed to eat white tablets during the day, but now Han Le felt that he should sleep first, so he took black tablets, and he didn't know if it was a drug or a psychological effect, or the influence of his condition, and he felt sleepy after taking the medicine for a while.

When he woke up again, Han Le felt more dizzy, but his body didn't feel so weak, and his head was not hot, which should be a good sign, but his throat itched just thinking about it, and after coughing a little, Qiao Yiyu came in the door, with sincere worry on his face: "You're awake." ”

Disease is only a noun for Qiao Yiyu, but it is not a part of life, she looked up a lot of information on the Internet in the morning to study Han Le's symptoms, generally speaking, it is a cold, but there are also some scary sayings, all kinds of respiratory cancer, meningitis...... Obviously, Qiao Yiyu can't judge which kind of Han Le will be based on symptoms alone, so she will come to see Han Le's situation every once in a while and help him take his temperature - just stick it with her hands, fortunately Han Le has been getting better. This also somewhat relieved Qiao Yiyu, if Han Le died of an illness like this, she would still feel sad - after all, he was the first ancient person she knew, and they had a good relationship with each other, and he even liked himself!

However, this also made Qiao Yiyu realize a reality, that is, the fragility of people's lives in this era - on the Internet, she casually checked for terminal diseases, and the long list was almost impossible to read, and she even saw a saying on the Internet that on average, one out of every five people will get cancer in their lifetime, of course, cancer does not mean a terminal illness, but this also shows from another perspective how unsafe this is.

And disease is only one way to die, aging, car accidents, all kinds of accidents, even malicious crimes, possible wars...... Before this, Qiao Yiyu still felt that these terms were always a distance away from her, but Han Le's illness made her realize that she had always been accompanied by these risk factors.

"Are you hungry?" Qiao Yiyu asked, she didn't eat lunch, she didn't dare to eat, for fear that Han Le's condition would suddenly deteriorate and die as soon as her front foot left her back foot.

Han Le was a little surprised: "Did you cook?" "That's a blessing.

Qiao Yiyu shook her head: "I was about to call KFC, what do you think?" ”

Although Han Le was hungry but had no appetite, he also knew how much he needed to eat when he was sick, and KFC was not bad, at least he could be appetizing, so he said, "Okay, I want chicken and rice flowers, egg tarts, and porridge." ”

According to experience, it is only half an hour at most to call a KFC, after all, it is very close, so Han Le is not in a hurry to take a bath, just sit up from the bed a little, Qiao Yiyu has been standing on the edge of the bed just now, seeing Han Le sitting up and trying to get out of the room, Han Le said, "Why don't you chat with me." ”

Qiao Yiyu nodded, then moved a stool from the door, and instead of sitting on the edge of the bed, he sat in front of the computer desk a little farther away.

"Actually, there is a question that I have always hidden in my heart, and I am embarrassed to ask," Anyway, Bai also expressed it, and he also experienced rejection, plus he was sick, Han Le felt a little indifferent, and it was uncomfortable to always be stuffy in his stomach, "I said that you don't be surprised." ”

Qiao Yiyu naturally wouldn't: "What's the problem?"

"Did you have amnesia before? What kind of blow has you had, or what kind of car accident has you had......"

"No," Qiao Yiyu was a little confused, what details did she think she had revealed again, "How could you think of asking this?" ”

"It's nothing, I just think you're ...... It's quite special," Han Lejian couldn't ask anything, and couldn't find a more suitable word to express it, so he had to give up for the time being, "Forget it, it's just my personal guess, don't you mind." ”

"What's so special?" Qiao Yiyu was not satisfied, she thought that she had integrated in and hidden it well.

"I can't say it either...... Han Le scratched his head, "Speak, move...... All aspects of it. It's like painting, and I've never seen anyone throw away a painting they've been painting for an afternoon, or buy a book...... Well, work is the same, you do whatever the boss says, a little too serious, watching you work is like you drawing, and playing the guitar, you are very serious and dedicated. This is also what Han Le envies, and even envy the most, he can't find a thing that can make him truly and wholeheartedly devote himself to it.

"Too serious?" Qiao Yiyu didn't expect this, but Han Le's reminder was indeed that no matter what other people asked her to help in the company, she would not refuse and did a good job, let alone complain, or take the opportunity to say that she wanted to have a meal or something like that...... Qiao Yiyu feels that he doesn't blame himself for this, it should be said that people in this era are too unserious, right, since he has chosen to do things, he must try to do it as well as possible.

"But I see you're also serious when you play games, huh?" Qiao Yiyu helped Han Le find the same.

Han Le suddenly remembered the "Internet café in the 21st century", and he smiled: "It's not that I'm serious about playing, it's that I'm serious about what you paint." "Talking while playing, and peeping at beautiful women, is far from serious.

"But people always have their own favorite things to do," Qiao Yiyu didn't quite understand, "Then what do you usually do at home?" ”

"You also saw it, playing games, surfing the Internet," Han Le pointed to Qiao Yiyu's computer next to him, "It's purely to pass the time." ”

"If you don't like it, why do it? Don't you just like to do things? ”

Han Le has asked himself this question more than 10,000 times, and if he could have an answer, he would not have become the virtue he is now: "Xie Yongqing thinks that I am not motivated to do what I like...... I think he's right. ”

"But since it's what you really like, how can you not be motivated?"

Han Le just wanted to answer, but Qiao Yiyu's mobile phone rang, she picked it up and listened to two sentences, and then said to Han Le: "I'll go down and get takeout." ”

It wasn't until he couldn't hear Qiao Yiyu's footsteps coming down the stairs that Han Le smiled bitterly at the air and said softly, "How do I know, I have to ask God." ”