NABC Chapter 52 Causal Cycle
Chapter 52 Causal Cycle
".....no match."
Chu Queze raised his hand to stop Ji'an from wiping his forehead, and pinched the other's wrist comfortingly, without revealing any painful cries, but his voice was unbearably hoarse, showing a hint of depression and frustration invisibly , the blue silk hangs softly on the side of the ear:
"...I waited for a day and a night, but I didn't expect such a result."
Hearing this, Qi Qingyun's first reaction was to cover the receiver reflexively, so as not to let Zhong Xuejin hear it. After realizing the meaning of Chu Queze's words, there was a momentary blank on his face , For a moment, he didn't know what expression to put on.
He is used to facing the world with the most comfortable attitude, but at the moment when he heard the news, Qi Qingyun unexpectedly lost control for a short time.
There was a sudden spasm in the stomach, as if being ruthlessly kneaded and tightened by a big hand like a dirty rag, the internal organs seemed to be crushed by a big stone, and the pain was overwhelming, and the eardrums sent out bursts of telegrams like a lost connection The ear-piercing and sharp chirping sounds sounded like the desperate roar of wild beasts reverberating in his ears, and the eardrums vibrated, almost making Qi Qingyun's eyes go dark, and his whole body was almost blinded.
He felt like vomiting uncontrollably.
I don't know how long it has passed, maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, Qi Qingyun only felt that his brain was blank for a certain period of time, he couldn't feel anything, his soul seemed to be floating in a vacuum, his five senses were missing, for a moment The back heart is like a glass window pierced by a bullet, sharp palpitations spread from a certain point below the heart like a spider web, and the nerves all over the body burst into severe pain instantly, as if someone had severely dismantled and roughly gathered the limbs together , Bones rubbing against each other, flesh and blood sticking together, Qi Qingyun broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, pushed Zhong Xuejin away, lay down by the sink, and retched.
Can't spit out, can't spit out anything.
The fingertips resting on the sink were almost whitish, and trembling arcs could be seen faintly, Qi Qingyun's ears were buzzing, and it took a long while before the burning pain in her stomach eased.
He wiped off the cold sweat from his temples, raised his head suddenly, his pupils widened in astonishment, only then did he realize that his face in the mirror was completely devoid of blood, as white as a piece of paper.
Ugly like a ghost.
Zhong Xue didn't know when she had already walked in front of Qi Qingyun, hugged his waist from behind, and put her face on Qi Qingyun's back, like a plant that could only grow by relying on Qi Qingyun Rattan, soft and tough.
The husband and wife didn't say anything, quietly feeling each other's disordered breathing and disordered heartbeat through the thin clothes.
Even if he didn't ask, seeing Qi Qingyun's performance, Zhong Xuejin had already made a good guess about the matter.
Just as he was about to say something, Qi Qingyun suddenly turned around and hugged him so hard that his bones were almost crushed and melted into his embrace, hugging him so tightly and so hard.
Zhong Xue was startled in surprise.
Immediately, before he had time to say anything, hot tears slid down his neck, making his heart tremble, Zhong Xueji stiffly hugged Qi Qingyun's green bamboo-like straight body, her palms covering her When the other party was on the neck, he could feel the blue veins that were slightly bulging due to enduring the pain. He stood there for a long time, and then he reacted slowly to one thing——
Qi Qingyun cried.
Qi Qingyun, who rarely showed her fragility in front of him and Qi Yousui, actually cried.
Zhong Xue tried her best to break Qi Qingyun's face to see clearly, but the other party hugged her even harder, pressing her face firmly against his neck, making Zhong Xue unable to move at all.
Qi Qingyun...... Qi Qingyun didn't want Zhong Xuejin to see her crying.
In this world, no one is the savior, and no one is never weak. Even if you are like Qi Qingyun, there will be a day when you collapse and become weak.
Zhong Xuejin felt sore and swollen, for some reason, seeing Qi Qingyun's performance today, he suddenly remembered a long time ago.
In that incident, it seemed that for the first time, he really made clear his feelings for Qi Qingyun.
That year was the third year of high school.
He passed by Qi Qingyun's house on business, and wanted to go in to see him, but in the alley, he saw Qi Qingyun and a black-skinned boy having a fierce quarrel.
That black-skinned boy was Qi Qingyun's child who grew up in the orphanage. Qi Qingyun always regarded him as his younger brother, and used the money he saved from part-time work to support him in his studies. , gradually lost her original simplicity and innocence in the big dye vat, and gradually became insatiable, and kept asking Qi Qingyun for it.
After losing a gamble, he came to Qi Qingyun again to ask for money, because he was afraid of losing one hand, he even cried and knelt down to Qi Qingyun.
But Qi Qingyun was only a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, and he didn't have much money. He gave all the money he had to the black-skinned boy. On impulse, he swears and swears, and even scratches Qi Qingyun's neck with a small blade on the spot.
At that time, the knife edge was only a few inches away from Qi Qingyun's main artery, and Zhong Xue was about to be frightened away when she saw this, so she picked up the wooden stick on the side of the road and hit the black-skinned boy viciously on the back of the head, making a bang There was a muffled sound, and when the black-skinned boy turned around in shock and wanted to fight back, Zhong Xuejin removed his arms neatly, and when the boy knelt on the ground, he really cried out in pain.
At this time, Zhong Xuejin was still very puzzled, and on the way to help Qi Qingyun to leave, she even crushed the black-skinned boy's ankle.
During the whole process, Qi Qingyun's expression was as stiff and dull as a lifeless puppet. No matter how the outside world stimulated him, it was difficult for him to give any reaction.
He silently covered his bleeding neck with his palm. Even when Zhong Xuejin took him to see the doctor and sat on the ground to examine his wound, he didn't speak, and even his expression didn't change at all.
Zhong Xue saw that he had been silent and didn't want to disturb him, remembering that Qi Qingyun hadn't eaten yet, she stood up and wanted to go out and buy something for Qi Qingyun.
However, Qi Qingyun's movement of standing upright was misunderstood by Qi Qingjun as that he wanted to leave. Qi Qingyun's calm face unexpectedly showed some fluctuations. Xuejin's wrist.
Zhong Xuejin felt that when a strong force hit from his wrist, a gap of surprise and uncertainty suddenly opened on his face, and then, his figure shook slightly, he staggered a few steps uncontrollably, and fell straight into Qi Qing's body. Yun's arms.
In the back, how the two people looked at each other for a long time, then suddenly embraced and kissed, and finally rolled onto the bed to help each other, Zhong Xuejin no longer remembers, only remembering that Qi Qingyun's kiss was very hot that day, and her tears were also very hot , the strength of both arms was like iron hoops around his waist, and his face was buried on his collarbone, and then along his neck, the moist and hot lips kept moving around and igniting, and finally fell on the earlobe, matching the teeth They kept rubbing and biting each other, calling him in a hoarse voice not to leave.
Just like it is now.
It's just that now, Qi Qingyun didn't kiss him, but Zhong Xuejin could still feel the sadness and despair like a few years ago, slowly lingering around Qi Qingyun's body, making each other breathless .
This is the fragile Qi Qingyun that Zhong Xuejin rarely sees.
It was also Qi Qingyun who moved his heart the most.
In fact, both of them knew in their hearts that not only was Zhong Xuejin inseparable from Qi Qingyun, Qi Qingyun was also inseparable from Zhong Xuejin.
It was Zhong Xuejin who pulled Qi Qingyun out of that dark and poor life in high school.
It was Zhong Xuejin who pulled him away from the betrayal of those who were regarded as relatives.
If Zhong Xuejin hadn't been there in the beginning, Qi Qingyun would not have become Qi Qingyun now.
The two of them, from the moment they met, were doomed, each other was the only spark in the long darkness, an inexhaustible spark in the long night.
In the past, Zhong Xuejin was Qi Qingyun's salvation, but now, it's Qi Qingyun who guards Zhong Xuejin and Qi Yousui.
After being reborn, Qi Qingyun thought that as long as he was around, they would be... the happiest family.
He really tried his best, he searched for all the people he could find, and he always pretended to be indifferent in front of Qi Yousui and Zhong Xuejin, but it was a pity that the hemp rope was picky and broken, and the bad luck only came. Looking for a poor person, the hardships that the world has imposed on Qi Qingyun's family of three are too much, too heavy, and too fast, and the successive blows make Qi Qingyun unable to hold on for a day.
"...Don't be afraid."
Zhong Xue clenched her teeth as hard as she could, and hugged Qi Qingyun who was on her body with all her strength. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, and she repeated a sentence over and over again, as if telling Qi Qingyun, telling herself, or telling Qi Qingyun who had been giving her all this time. He inflicts painful impermanence, and his voice is restrained until it breaks and trembles:
"You said it would be fine."
"I believe in you, Ajun." Zhong Xuejin raised her head, and ran her fingertips through Qi Qingyun's hair, revealing a black and white hair, and firmly gave Qi Qingyun and herself hope: "I have always believed in you. You please... also believe your own words."
...........
In the hospital, Qi Yousui was still waiting for Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin to come back.
After the couple calmed down, they adjusted each other's grooming in silence, making sure that there were no traces of tears on each other's faces, then changed into clothes wet with tears, and brought the cake to the hospital.
Chu Queze also came.
He hugged Ji'an, looked at Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin in silence, and suddenly stood up after a while, as if he wanted to bow and apologize to Qi Qingyun, but Qi Qingjun subconsciously supported him.
Qi Qingyun held Chu Queze's fingertips, paused, looked at Chu Queze's slightly slumped spine and trembling, fell silent for a while, and said:
"You don't have to."
"......sorry."
Chu Queze's shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was crying. Crystal tears flowed down his face and fell on the cold white tiles, reflecting the glare of the light. His voice carried a deep cry that he couldn't hide:
"I'm sorry, Uncle Qi, I couldn't save You Sui."
"Xiao Chu, it's not your fault."
Qi Qingyun glanced at Chu Queze, then looked at Ji'an who was clinging to Chu Queze's feet with a very disturbed expression, and tried to calm down his facial expression:
"Calm down, don't let Yousui see it."
"........"
Chu Queze stopped sobbing when he heard You Sui, his throat was sore, his eye circles were still a little red, and they looked as swollen as walnuts.
.......It should have been crying before coming to the hospital.
Ji'an has been following Chu Queze all the time, his black brows have not been loosened, and the corners of his mouth are turned down, as if he is also sad for Chu Queze's sadness.
He helped Chu Queze onto the stool and sat down, clumsily took out a tissue to wipe Chu Queze's tears, whispered that his mother would not cry, his emotions seemed to be infected by Chu Queze, and the tails of his eyes were stained. Fei Se was on the verge of crying along with Chu Queze.
Seeing this, Chu Queze could only nod his head, stroked Ji'an's hair reassuringly, and forced a smile to indicate that he was fine.
The corners of his eyes were still a little red, and his bangs were also let down, covering his smooth and full forehead.
Qi Qingyun took a look at Ji'an who was very dependent on Chu Queze, then looked away, opened the door with the cake and walked out, when she raised her head, she happened to meet Qi Yousui's dark eyes.
He seemed to know that he would be able to make a wish on his birthday soon, so he couldn't help but feel a little better, his pale face also turned a little bloody, and he secretly hid the blood-stained tissue in his palm under the pillow, not to let Qi Qingyun and the others Discovered, trying to raise a smile:
"Dad, Mom, you are back."
"Yeah." Qi Qingyun also pretended nothing happened, smiled back, and shook the packed cake box in his hand: "The cake I brought for you is taro paste and strawberry sandwich."
"Wow, Dad!"
Ji'an didn't know why, but after Chu Jueze came back, he suddenly called Qi Yousui's father, and when he heard that Qi Qingyun brought a cake, he ran over with his short legs, two fleshy little ones Grabbing the edge of the bed with her paws, staring at Qi Yousui with two juicy grape pupils, she asked cautiously:
"Dad, mom and I, can we have cake too?"
Qi Yousui was stunned, his eyes widened in disbelief, his eyeballs almost popped out of the window, "I am your father? Then who is your mother?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Yousui's right eye twitched suddenly. He felt like he was asking something that shouldn't be asked. Just as he was about to change the subject, Ji An innocently stretched out his hand and pointed at Chu Queze standing outside the door. With excitement written all over his face, he said:
"This is Ji'an's mother!"
"........."
As soon as the crisp child's voice came out, everyone in the room was startled.
Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin are fine, they have seen this scene before, and they know that Ji An's brain was injured, so they recognize people indiscriminately.
But Qi Yousui didn't know, his expression was unpredictable for a while, colorful and colorful, and after a while, he stretched out his hand to pick up Ji'an from the bedside who was bewildered and began to pick his fingers uneasily, and stretched out his fingertips to pinch. Pinching Ji'an's cheeks, the tone of voice is inaudible:
"Don't bark."
"......" Hearing the words, Ji'an frowned in confusion, rolled his eyes, glanced at Chu Queze, who was smiling reluctantly, and then at Qi Qingyun, who had a gloomy face With a glance, fingertips scratched the palm, and he waved his hand in a low voice, Fu Zhixin said:
"Don't quarrel with your fingertips. It's not good to quarrel."
"...Who said we quarreled." Qi Yousui was really convinced, and today he understood what Tongyan Wuji is. He wanted to explain, but later he felt that the more he explained, the weirder he became, so he simply didn't want to talk.
He wanted to ignore Chu Queze directly, but for some reason, Ji'an, who has always been lively and fond of food, moved around in his arms the whole time when sharing the cake, and looked at Chu Queze sitting outside the door from time to time. Qi Yousui's attention was also distracted.
".......never mind."
Qi Yousui couldn't take it anymore. He put the cake on the table, raised his eyelids and glanced at Chu Queze's back in the crack of the door. He lowered his head and pondered for a while, then suddenly scratched Ji'an's chin, and said calmly:
"You, go and call Chu Queze over."
"Chu... Who is Chu Queze?" Ji'an raised his head from the cake bowl with a face full of cream, trying to imitate Qi Yousui's pronunciation, slurring his mouth with strawberries in his mouth. At a loss.
"...the one outside the door."
"?" Ji'an still tilted his head, looking like a dazed kitten with incomprehension written all over his face.
"It's your mother." Qi Yousui worked hard to the end, gave up explaining, and said in frustration:
"Outside the door, call your mother in."
"Oh!" Ji'an slapped his head, suddenly realized, and muttered "I said it earlier", then when Qi Yousui raised his hand to signal to pinch him, he swayed like a little penguin from the Climb down from the bed, and ran towards Chu Queze bouncing around.
Qi Yousui was a little worried about him, and followed Ji An's jumping footsteps until he made sure that the other party would not fall when he ran in front of Chu Queze, then he breathed a sigh of relief, pretending not to care, and looked away from the corner of his eye.
I don't know what Ji'an said to Chu Queze with his hands behind his back like a little adult. When Chu Queze outside the door heard the words, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He raised his head and met Qi Yousui's eyes through the crack of the door. Afterwards, he lowered his head slowly, his overly long bangs covered his fluttering eyelashes and dark pupils, and he reached out his hand to stroke Ji'an's hair for a while, judging from the frequency and magnitude of his lips opening, he should be saying to the other party:
"understood".
Seeing that Xiao Chuan's microphone brought the words, Qi Yousui slowly turned his head, thought for a while, and then slowly spoke to Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xue:
"Dad, Mom, can I have a chat with Chu Queze alone?"
Qi Qingyun and Chu Queze were stunned at the same time, and looked at each other. For some reason, they both saw a little nervousness in each other's eyes at the same time.
Son, what does he want to talk to Chu Queze about?
Although they were afraid that Yousui would find out from Chu Queze that his illness was getting worse and thus give up treatment, Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin still respected Qi Yousui's thoughts very much, stood up hesitantly after a while, nodded, and then walked out.
At the moment when he passed by Chu Queze and closed the door, Qi Qingyun slightly turned his body, and suddenly a word as light as smoke came from his ear, which shocked him instantly. The grief-stricken heart became clearer:
"Chu Queze, Mom and Dad won't tell me, but you have to tell me."
Qi Yousui slowly raised his eyelids, looked at Chu Queze, rubbed the thumbs of his overlapping hands on his abdomen, and said after a while:
"Tell me honestly, did Mom and Dad ask you for help?"
"...Yes." Chu Quezhe paused, not noticing the sight coming from behind, with his hands behind his back, and he lowered his head in frustration.
Qi Yousui let out an "oh" when he heard the words, his expression was very calm, but the sudden pause of his fingertips faintly revealed his inner unrest.He suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and concentrated all his hopes on the crumbling and crumbling sanity. When he opened his eyes again, there were bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and he stared at him intently. Chu Queze gritted his teeth and said:
"Then please tell me..."
He said every word, as if he wanted to seek a negative answer, trembling with despair:
"Is it true that my life... can only stay in the summer when I was 16 forever?"