Mr. Qin has not confessed today

Chapter 122 He Smiles Intriguingly
He said lightly, "Yes."

After Xiao Qingyi left, Qin Huai called Jiangbei.

Jiangbei brought Qin Huai's commonly used smart wheelchair, and after carrying Qin Huai onto the wheelchair, he cleaned out the special wheelchair in the bathroom.

There was no one in the room, so Qin Huai drove the wheelchair to the nostalgic dressing table.

The dressing table made of red alder wood is like the dowry made by a rich lady in the nostalgic era, with many intricate and beautiful patterns carefully carved.

Qin Huai's gaze was fixed on the old photo album on the dressing table that had obviously been tampered with, and his eyes darkened a little.

The dressing table by the window, the window is half open, the chilly wind quickly blows away the heat he brought from the bathroom earlier, and also wakes up the memories buried deep in the streamer...

The girl in a princess dress, laughing and laughing in the spring full of mountain flowers; she likes to circle around him, likes to dance ballet on his instep with bare feet; she prefers to stick to him like a mangy dog ​​in the dead of night... …

She always called him incessantly, over and over again: Brother Runxiao, Brother Runxiao...

There was a gust of wind, and a silver leaf floated in from the window, just covering the girl's face blurred by time in the photo album.

Qin Huai looked away from an unknown distance, brushed away the withered yellow ginkgo leaf with his fingers, looked deeply at the little girl sitting on the swing, and took a long time to close the photo album.

He carefully put the photo album into the suitcase, and then he heard the mobile phone on the coffee table behind him vibrate, and drove the wheelchair over.

The mobile phone number I know so well, but I haven't contacted him for nearly ten years.

A flash of ridicule flashed across Qin Huai's eyes, and he let the phone vibrate for a while before sliding the answer button.

The connection was made, but the other party did not speak, but they could hear the babbling of Kunqu opera, which should have reached the climax.

Qin Huai didn't move his eyebrows, and waited like this for about ten seconds. The Kunqu opera over there finally came to an end, and then the other party's voice, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, could be heard. It was obviously turning a hundred times, but it was faintly depressed, as if it came from the wind. Disappeared away again.

He said, "Runxiao, I'm waiting for your reply."

There was a drizzle outside the window, and the whole manor was covered with a layer of mist, like a dream.

Qin Huai suddenly remembered that it had been more than ten years since he saw such a dreamlike drizzle like silk; it was like some people and things were all submerged in the quicksand of memory with time.

He couldn't remember exactly when the relationship between him and the person on the other end of the phone had faded to such an extent that it was like meeting strangers; the most familiar strangers were probably talking about them.

Qin Huai squeezed the center of his eyebrows, thinking that a while ago, there were rumors in the capital that the man would not be able to survive Lidong; at that time, he just laughed it off.

The scourge has been around for thousands of years, how could such a scourge die so casually?

It wasn't until a few days ago that he saw the man lying there in haggard form that he realized in a daze that he was really dying.

But in fact, it was only a few days since he saw the man, and the man seemed to be alive again.

At least, the other party's voice sounds good.

"Run Xiao?"

The other party came again with an intriguing tone, Qin Huai came back to his senses, and he replied lightly: "I'm still thinking about it."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have expected his answer.

He smiled, his voice seemed to melt into the drizzle and then be blown away by the wind, "The cancer cells in my body have spread to the whole body, and the rest can only wait for death..."

Qin Huai looked at the lights in the distance blurred by the rain, and squinted his eyes, "Jiang Xiaolin, you should know that there is no one in this world who wants you to go to hell more than me..." He said in the most insipid tone The most hostile words, "As early as ten years ago, you should have gone to hell..."

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