Chapter 44: Qi Shengguang (7)

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The racecourse is about an hour's drive from the capital. There is nothing missing there, but Zhou Yuhe still ate a lot of food, and handed it to the co-pilot Qingruo when the toll station entrance and Qi Shengguang Qingruo merged.
After driving for half an hour, at the halfway stop, Zhou Zhihe said he smoked and stopped for a while.
Zhou Yu was annoyed that he was in trouble, so he had to go to Qi Shengguang's car.
Qi Shengguang had already got out of the car, and closed the door with a light movement. The window was half open. Seeing that Qing Ruo had fallen asleep by the seat.
He came over, shook his head and smiled helplessly, "Asleep."
Zhou Yuhe nodded sternly, the sun was out, she sat back in the car and waited for Zhou Zhihe to smoke.
Zhou Zhihe leaned on the side of the car, holding a cigarette, and handed it to Qi Shengguang.
He waved his hand and refused, and planted a lot of flowers and plants on the flowerbed beside the rest station. It was a good season and the colors were bright and pleasant.
The flower bed is used to separate the parking area from the restaurant, and the flowers are also used for viewing.
Qi Shengguang took a look, Shi Shiran walked over, his movements were elegant as if drawing, his hands were not fast or slow, he picked a handful of flowers, took them to the water pipe next to the gas station to wash them, and used The paper dried the water, he came back with the flowers, Zhou Zhihe had finished smoking, pulled the car door and stood by the car, and nodded at him, "Let's go."
Qi Shengguang nodded with a smile, walked to the side of the car, bent over from the window where the co-pilot was sitting, and picked his flowers on the front table.
Someone woke up and he was inconvenient to drive. She was in poor health. She had to eat less snacks. Find something good to let her play.
I haven't seen it for half a month, and Qing Ruo is obviously more dependent on Qi Shengguang than the last time. He took care of her so carefully that there is nothing wrong with it.
Still thin and pale.
The last time I met, I probably knew that I couldn't make a sound, and I never opened my mouth, but now I open my mouth and scream.
Qi Shengguang took her to change her riding outfit. Standing beside the horse, she pulled Qi Shengguang's clothes tightly. She would not go up or let Qi Shengguang go up.
Zhou Yu and cried and laughed and coaxed two words, but to no avail, Qi Shengguang hugged her to leave, and she was holding the stable by one hand.
At the end of the ride, Qi Shengguang held her in one hand and asked for a walk around the horse.
Zhou Yuhe and Zhou Zhihe learned horse riding from a young age. When he was a teenager, he was daring and had many tricks to play. Now the technology is not top-notch and very powerful.
After running around with Zhou Zhihe, Zhou Zhihe had something in his heart. He was not in a serious mood and lost to Zhou Yuhe.
His eyes fell on the two people not far away. Zhou Yuhe chattered for a long time without hearing a response, called him twice, and then followed him to look over.
Pouting.
Four people ate at the restaurant in the racecourse. Someone had prepared it early. When they used to, the meal just came to the table and was steaming.
Four people were seated, and Zhou Yuhe and Qi Shengguang took care of Qingruo alone. Because of Zhou Zhihe's words last time, Zhou Yuhe rarely contacted Qingruo directly.
"Sheng Guang, will the exhibition hall change photos this month?"
Zhou Yuhe was eating and suddenly remembered the photos of the exhibition hall.
Qi Shengguang bowed his head and held Qingruo's waist with one hand, picking fishbone with a chopstick in one hand, and didn't lift his head.
Zhou Yuhe was surprised, Zhou Zhihe looked up, lowered his eyes and continued to eat.
He picked up a piece of fish and fed it to her mouth. The steamed fish is not the sweet and sour fish that Qi Shengguang usually makes. She doesn't like the taste. She spit it out after smashing it twice.
Qi Shengguang reached out and put it in the plate in front of her. She wiped her hands and did not force her to eat, and changed her sweet and sour vegetables to feed her.
"Stop shooting others." Qi Shengguang explained casually.
Zhou Yuhe vomited her tongue, and Qing Ruo just looked at her, her eyes slightly tilted her head and looked at her.
Qi Shengguang's chopsticks were fed to her mouth, and she opened her mouth to include meals.
Qi Shengguang has been feeding her and has not eaten one bite.
Zhou Yuhe smiled kindly at her, and casually asked Qi Shengguang with some suggestions, "Sheng Guang, if you want to hire a Filipino maid, you can teach me if you eat."
Qi Shengguang looked up at her, his eyes were gentle and sincere, and he smiled softly, "Well, after a while, I only plan to close the exhibition hall for a long time, I have nothing else for the time being."
It sounded like he was listening, Zhou Yu and uh continued to eat.
The four people returned to the racecourse together. The traffic was a little blocked at high speeds, and they drove slowly. They came back a little late, and Qing Ruo fell asleep in the car again.
Zhou Yuhe frowned. "The next day I will call a doctor and take Qingruo for a comprehensive examination."
Qi Shengguang stood by the car, looked down at her across the glass, and nodded.
Zhou Zhihe patted Zhou Yuhe's shoulders. "Anyway, the exhibition hall is closed. Go and see the photos you like. Let's take them directly."
He was stingy, like a rogue.
Zhou Yuhe screwed him a bit, in fact, he was looking forward to it.
Qi Shengguang smiled casually, very generous, and handed the hall key directly to Zhou Yuhe, "You can take whatever you like."
Zhou Yu and the keys walked into the exhibition hall cheerfully.
The two men stood beside the car, relatively speechless.
Zhou Zhihe lit a cigarette, Qi Shengguang turned his head and looked at the window. The window on her side was closed, and she was looking at the driver's seat.
Looking at Zhou Yuhe and holding a stack of photos out of the exhibition hall, Zhou Zhihe hurriedly greeted by taking a breath and picked up what was in her hand. A few people bid farewell. Qi Shengguang opened the car door and bent over to hold the person out. Upstairs.
Zhou Yuhe sat in the back seat of the car and looked at the photos. His tone was a little regrettable. "Well, I remember having one eye that looked particularly good, but I couldn't find it."
Zhou Zhihe looked at the rearview mirror and teased her with a smile. "Then call now and ask, we'll get it back."
Zhou Yuhe rolled his eyes, "I don't have that thick skin."
Zhou Zhihe laughed, and smiled rudely, annoying Miss Zhou.
Zhou Yuhe returned to the room with the baby photo, Zhou Zhihe helped her hold two-thirds, handed it to her at the door of the room, she took it, and looked up at him, "Brother, you said he was because of Qingruo So do n’t shoot others?

She rarely called his brother obediently at home. Zhou Zhihe looked up and rubbed her hair. At first, she moved gently and rubbed rudely, rubbing her air bangs into hair.
"What, jealous?"
"Well." Zhou Yuhe took a sip and patted his hand. "Who is jealous, I'll be ordering in a while, ordering a pair of sister bracelets, I'm clear."
Zhou Zhihe smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and let Zhou Yu and the uncivilized uncle close the door and shut him out.
Zhou Zhihe sat in the study for a long time, did nothing, and finished a whole pack of cigarettes.
It was late, and the moonlight was mixed with faint starlight through the window.
The door of the study rang two times, the old man's thick but old voice sounded, "Zhi Tsai."
"Well, grandpa." Zhou Zhihe put the ashtray full of cigarette butts under the table, opened a stack of documents, and leaned lazily on the chair after the old man pushed the door open.
The old man pricked his cane, his frowning cheeks were strong and stern, but when he smiled, he was most familiar, loving and tolerant.
Sit across from him, resting his hands on the cane and directing him, "Open the window and let the smoke smell out."
Zhou Zhihe shrugged, got up and opened the window, leaned against the window, and the old man asked him, "What do you want? I won't sleep so late."
Zhou Zhihe pursed his lips, his legs crossed, his toes nodded to the ground, his eyes fell on the ground, "Grandpa, you say emotion and reason ..."
"Zhi Tsai, Grandpa first asked you, do you think it is worth those people who died during the war?"
"It's worth it." Zhou Zhihe gave the answer without hesitation.
The old man nodded, "But this is not a time of war, and there is no one in the world waiting to save."
Zhou Zhihe listened carefully. The old man reached over his cane and only touched his toes. The old man poked, "But you have to be worthy of yourself, and worthy of your last name."
Under Zhou Zhihe's shot, the underground prison is very easy to find. Qi Shengguang has not been here for a long time. There are only three women. No. 1 is silent. No. 2 and 3 insist that they are voluntary. They asked Qi Shengguang to shoot them. photo.
Photos of the house, the most primitive impulse of human beings, can be silent between black and white light and shadow, and can also be gloomy and desolate.
Standing in the cold basement, Zhou Zhihe can almost imagine what kind of scene he once experienced here.
But of the three women, one was silent and could not ask anything, and the two populations were unanimously defended Qi Shengguang. They may have forgotten what they looked like when they came in, but now they have no heart.
Qi Shengguang, how terrible.
When Qi Shengguang was under the control of Zhou Zhi and his subordinates, Qingruo was frightened and surrounded by strangers. It was cold and vast for her.
The exhibition hall was closed, and Qi Shengguang took her to live in a community. The room was small, and the men with the expressions stood firm.
Zhou Zhihe entered the door at the end. Qi Shengguang looked up at him. He was kneeled on the ground by the backhands of two people, and he looked up and smiled softly, "Take care of her."
Zhou Zhihe nodded, and when Qi Shengguang was taken out of the door, he wrapped him in Qing Ruo wearing pajamas with a large towel.
Zhou Zhihe found a voice actor and flew across the ocean to call Zhou Yuhe with Qi Shengguang's mobile phone. It just happened to be free. He took Qing Qing if he went out for a walk. When he came back, he was not sure. The place just stayed.
Zhou Yuhe was a bit regretful and happy, and said that she must return when she got married, and that sister bracelet would be ready soon.
Zhou Zhihe was in the army, and it was common for a few months for a mission. He lived with Qing Ruo for a period of time and started teaching after eating. She learned bit by bit, using a spoon and chopsticks. , Wash your face, go to the toilet.
The more things she learned, the more she would remember.
I don't remember much, but I always look at him with tears and write on the paper. "Help me, I want to remember." A word hadn't been written yet, and tears had opened the previous words.
Zhou Zhihe touched her head to appease, "Okay, don't worry, let's take it slowly."
Heal her, or let her completely forget, and live carefree.
However, he is not God, and her life should be decided by herself.
Zhou Zhihe invited top doctors to give her recovery treatment.
Her body has been damaged, and most of the day is lethargic.
I think more and more, less and less clarity in my eyes, always sad, always afraid.
Qi Shengguang's case, Zhou Zhihe's subordinates, was responsible in one hand, and he was detained in a separate cell.
When Zhou Zhihe came over, he was lying on the bed with one hand raised in the air and looking at his hand at will.
Wearing prisoner uniforms, she still looks like jade.
Zhou Zhihe stood at the door, and he ignored it.
After a long time, Zhou Zhihe said, "Qing Ruo, dead."
It seems that time is still.
Qi Shengguang sat up and moved slowly. He raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes warm, and the warm colors of spring light, stood up and smiled at him, "Can I see her?"
Zhou Zhihe nodded, and moved his stiff body to open the door.
Qi Shengguang stepped out and his subordinates wanted to stop. Zhou Zhihe waved his hand. "Follow him."
He was very tired, and Zhou Zhihe didn't manage Qi Shengguang anymore. He drove back to Zhou's house, went into his room, and fell asleep on the bed.
In the strange dream, the girl seemed to have a better throat, and her voice was sweet and soft. She blinked and opened her eyes with eyes, but he couldn't hear her name was Qi Shengguang or Zhou Zhihe.
She remembered that she died on the bed, her body was too poor, and her torture caused her to die.
This kind of thing, no one can help her, the battle of the trapped beasts, only she can relieve herself.
However, she couldn't accept the time when she had relied on Shengguang for her trust.
Zhou Zhihe went to see her the night before. She held a pen and wrote to him. She wrote a while and looked at him with a smile. Her pale face and slightly pink lips smiled really brightly.
She wrote a long story, a little story, and a little story that kindergartens started to hear.
Zhou Zhihe smiled and watched her write. Later she was tired and the story was over. She fell asleep.
Zhou Zhihe was dragged from the strange dream by the sound of his mobile phone, and his brain was still confused.
When a call came from a subordinate, he pressed the answer button.
The gasping voice over there was very loud, and the voice was irresistibly trembling. "He, he is eating a corpse."
The subordinates have followed him for many years and have not seen any strong winds and waves. This time, they are probably frightened.
In addition to the huge gasp of his subordinates, there is also the sound of chewing, mixed with the airflow between the noses, like a sobbing beast.
Zhou Zhihe didn't answer. He lay on the bed with his mobile phone in his ear and closed his eyes to listen to the voice over there.
I don't know if the cell phone is out of power. Two beeps and the call is disconnected.
Zhou Zhihe got up and drove to Qi Shengguang's current location. Qing Ruo's body, Zhou Zhihe didn't dare to see it, didn't want to see either, and returned to the neighborhood where she and Qi Shengguang lived.
A dozen burly men stood at the door from the staircase, and when he saw him, they all looked pale, and Zhou Zhihe nodded and walked inside.
People just keep to the door.
The room was soaked with blood, mixed with the smell of stench.
Qi Shengguang was covered with blood, his clothes could not see the original color, his teeth seemed to fall almost, and he sat on the ground with his eyes frowning and holding the broken Qingruo in his arms.
Zhou Zhihe frowned, standing at the door and watching him.
He opened his mouth, wondering whether his teeth were lost or his speech was vague or because he could not speak normally.
When he asked Zhou Zhihe, he was like asking himself, "If I knew it would happen in the morning, would you still insist on it?"
Zhou Zhihe squatted down, his eyes were on him, his trembling voice was firm, "Yes." Yes, he knew early in the morning that if he remembered it, he would probably die.
The reason why Qi Shengguang did not resist being taken away by his people, he also wanted to gamble. If he remembered that he would not dare to face it, he could not make up his mind, so obey Zhou Zhihe and let her decide the gamble. .
Qi Shengguang smiled, like an old friend chatting, holding her in a comfortable sitting position, and even pulling the table from the side and leaning back, "Do you think I love her?"
Zhou Zhihe entered the room, closed the door, sat down on the sofa, ripped the corners of his mouth, and said casually, "I don't know, love or something is too unreliable. Men don't talk about this."
Qi Shengguang laughed, "Yeah."
He pointed to the refrigerator behind him, "Do you need water?"
Zhou Zhihe raised an eyebrow. "This place hasn't been inhabited for several months. Are you sure the water is still drinkable?"
Qi Shengguang was stung and shrugged, "You really can't chat."
Zhou Zhihe gave him a smile like this.
Qi Shengguang hugged her and lowered his head and took another bite. "I also think love is ridiculous, but I don't want her to forgive me when she remembers, to accompany me to old age."
He was a little bitter, but didn't need Zhou Zhihe to answer, he just listened quietly.
"I just want to die with her. The world is so disgusting, living is not for her ..."
Zhou Zhihe had to interrupt, "Aren't you sick? Are you suitable for her?"
Qi Shengguang gave him an eye-knife, "Don't interrupt."
"Okay." Zhou Zhihe shrugged and gestured please, "You continue."
"Nothing." Qi Shengguang shrugged. And a guest order was issued, "You can go and bring your subordinates together. Just come and collect my body in half a month."
Zhou Zhihe nodded at will and got up, and really left without hesitation.
The soles of the feet were stained with blood, Zhou Zhihe changed a pair of shoes at the door, and lowered his head to change the shoes softly. "Arrange the tenants here. The house is closed for half a month."
There was a singing voice in the room. Although the words were unclear, the voice was soft and the tone was soft. "It's hard to forget to see you for the first time, a pair of charming eyes. In my mind, your figure can't go away ..."
I'm afraid I will fall in love with you myself.
But I have no love.
Baby, blame me.
I don't understand love, but I just want to own it completely.
Zhou Zhihe listened at the door for a while, then suddenly opened the door again, Qi Shengguang's singing was interrupted, his eyes frowned, Zhou Zhihe leaned against the door, his face awkwardly gossip, his eyes fell on his legs Between, "I'm sorry, I'm really curious, aren't you? You and her can't do that, right?"
"..."
Zhou Zhihe looked at him with a constipated face and suddenly felt very happy, waving his hand, "I'm gone ~"
Qi Shengguang said, "But my lips kissed every corner of her. After that, she will always be in my body."
"Well." Zhou Zhihe drew his lips and gave him the final words and comments, "perverted."
Before that, Zhou Zhihe actually visited the closed pavilion.
Pushing the door open, the exhibition hall that had been emptied was covered with photos of one person, and there was no space on the ground.
Laughing, crying, sleeping, sitting, lying.
Zhou Zhihe splattered the paint, and then let people clean up the photos in that exhibition hall.
Destroyed.

Qing Ruo,
died.
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