Chapter 106: New atmosphere

Zhanhong Commercial Building, Fang Ran took the love of his own hands to see Ren Qiao, Ren Qiao looked up from a lot of information, sighed at her.
I am puzzled and asked with concern: "Da Qiao, what happened? Temporarily asking you to take over the exhibition is too tricky?"
"No, I can't see anything at all. In the morning, I went to the prison to visit Zhou Yunqing. If he said something, I still feel distressed when I think about it."
"What did he say?"
"He said that every time I saw me before, I would like to say a few times to say the words, and practice it several times in the mirror. Get along with me and make him so tired?"
Fang opened the lunch box and put it on, and gave him a chicken leg: "From another angle, it seems to be understandable. He may just love you too much."
Ren Qiao asked her: "Will you do this to Zhao Jinnian?"
"No, when I first met, I had to think about a new look every time I saw him, but it was all together for more than three years, the old man and his wife. Now dating him, I don't even bother my hair. Washing, my no-washing, there are not a few, my grandfather, my parents, five, one, you one, there is a silly year."
"Right? Couples are familiar with each other, and getting along with each other will become more and more natural." Ren Qiao is quite distressed: "It is different from Zhou Yunqing. His self-image is extremely low, very inferior and very lacking in love. He always feels himself. I can't match me, I don't even dare to look at it."
Fangran: ""
She tells the truth: "Da Qiao, telling the truth, what good inferiority does he have? When he is less than 30 years old, he will become a rich generation by his own struggle. He is a famous figure in the top ten of the list of the richest people in the summer. Also handsome, there are many people in the entertainment circle is his powder, he has always been a student in the student era? The whole school male god.
Also, do you know? Xiaowu must be mad. He is a professional hacker who is eating this meal. Actually, it is better than Zhou Yunqing’s sideline knock code. People can just play a game and play it, they can only use it. Explain it. This kind of handsome and versatile genius must be inferior, and give life to ordinary people?

Ren Qiao glanced at her with a grin: "So he is sick, can't understand him with normal people's thinking, his sick mother has responsibility, I also have responsibility. You see that he donates so much money every year to charity. Because he feels that he is a sinner, he can only do his best to make atonement.
If this is the case, but he has done a very paranoid thing, I have not told you before, he rescued me from the Black Triangle and wanted to imprison me in the underground secret room. He always swings at two extremes, allornothing, with no median.

Really aware of the seriousness of the matter, put down the chopsticks, crossed his hands, and placed his elbows on the table. He asked very seriously: "Da Joe, do you love him? You are compounded with him, because you still love him, or Do you think he is pitiful, or do you see him as a responsibility?"
She gave an example: "My high school classmate's husband was paralyzed last year. Her parents advised her to divorce her husband. She didn't want to. She vowed to stay and take care of him. The result was only half a year, love was gone, she was He only had resentment and finally derailed a small piece of meat. The divorce made it difficult to see.
This is a living guide to the car, Da Qiao, you better want to understand, do you really love him? If you are ill and sympathize with his illness and treat him as your responsibility, I am afraid that I will delay you and delay him.

Ren Qiao said weakly: "In fact, we have not compounded yet."
"Ah?" Fang was surprised and said, "What the are you doing?"
Ren Qiao smashed his hair, and the soft and smooth silver hair naturally fell on the table, as good as the silk. She held the back of her head with her hand and looked at her face casually: "I don't know, my heart is messy. I used to rely on him. He seems to me to be a mountain. I can't solve it in the exam paper. The problem is that there is nothing in the world that he can't do.
However, he is so fragile, more sensitive and vulnerable than ordinary people, and has always had a very serious emotional disease. I want to protect him, want to make him no longer afraid, want him to be like a normal person, have the ability to love and be loved.

Fang nodded and comforted her: "I have seen a survey, the pressure on modern society is so great, the incidence of mental illness has risen sharply, and everyone has more or less mental illness. Dr. Hu is one of the best authorities in the industry. His mentor is the Taishan Beidou in the industry. He only did not go to the hospital when he was old. There is no problem with Dr. Hu."
"Doctor Hu said that in addition to the treatment of drugs and the guidance of doctors, patients need the support and companionship of relatives and friends." Ren Qiao turned back to the previous topic, "Of course, what do you say love?"
"Love is a very wonderful feeling. You know clearly in his heart that he is, and he is willing to work with him for the rest of his life." Fang Ran once had a thousand sails and had a say in this regard.
Ren Qiao’s eyes sparkled:
I never thought about falling in love before Zhou Yunqing. After meeting him, I never thought about being with others. Is this love?

"Don't ask me for proof. This kind of problem can only be answered by your heart." Fang Ran laughed, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a green pepper.
In the prison, it was the time of the wind. Zhou Yunqing was lying in a place where the sun could not shine. He looked at the sky with his arms. The white clouds were tall and far, and the blue sky was like a crystal.
Every time the wind is released, all the prisoners will be together. The boss who was recognized in the prison, who came to the court to please the criminal front, said fiercely to Zhou Yunqing: "You, say you, give me the place to let the place. Let you pick Place, the most comfortable here."
Zhou Yunqing hasn't spoken yet, and the criminal front screams first: "Take your dog's eyes, what prestige is prevailing, this is my boss!"
The eyes of the snakes are straight and straight, as long as they come out, even if the news is backward, they have heard of the name of the young man. Although he has never participated in the gang fight, he can be polite to three points when he sees the king.
He pulled the criminal front aside and smiled charmingly: "Feng Ge, don't tease me, the green lord will come in the nickname? He screams casually, and more is the brother who sold for him."
"Is it for you? If you need it, I will recognize him for the death penalty."
"Yes Yes Yes."
The local snake was a big horn, and the face was promoted. So everyone in the prison knew that the silent young man in the 426 cell was the famous young man on the road.
When I was doing the task of labor reform, a large number of people lined up to give Zhou Yunqing a courtesy and rushed to work as a carpenter for him. Zhou Yunqing rejected them: "I will come by myself."
Knowing the identity of Zhou Yunqing, it has indirectly improved the atmosphere in the prison. You look at the people who are young, everything is done personally, there is no shelf. Looking at his thin body, his pale face looked very weak, but the carpenter who had learned from scratch had already done a good job.
They can't be worse than Qingye? For a time, the prisoners in prison were all high-spirited, and the regulations that could not be sustained for most of the past, now Zhangkou is particularly fluent. Labor is more active than before, and even the gangs and fights are much less. The effect of the new atmosphere is remarkable. After the reduction of the sentence list, they all smiled.
Tomorrow is the day when Mei Lan came to visit the prison. Under the desk lamp, Zhou Yunqing spread the paper pen. It was a letter that didn’t know how many times it was written. It was revised and changed, and the writing was thin and windy. It seemed to be pleasing to the eye.
Just the first two words, let his heart tenderly: "Jojo." There are not many strokes, but he wrote very slowly. From picking the pen to falling, meditation in the heart, from the tip of the tongue to the tip of the pen, turned thousands of times, still not enough.