Chapter 444: Qiao Liang’s incident

A bad premonition came true.

Anting originally wanted to go up and have a chat with Qiao Liang face to face, and ask what was going on and what he realized, but instead of going forward immediately, he turned around to look for someone.

If you call a doctor or nurse, they will not answer you and respect the patient’s privacy.

Anting’s target is Qiao’s parents.

He soon found Qiao’s parents in the hospital lobby, and the latter was very surprised by the former’s arrival.

Anting did not hesitate and directly asked the question.

I learned from them that Qiao Liang was sick.

The plan is that the girl will finish the semester and pretend that everything is fine; when the summer vacation comes, she will have an operation, an operation from which she doesn’t know whether she will be able to come back.

Qiao’s mother showed a complicated look on her face and said distressedly: “We suggested that she confess to her friends, but the child insisted on not saying anything and said that she would just wait for that day to come as usual. , we can only respect the child's wishes."

Qiao Liang's idea is very simple.

Before the last summer vacation of her life comes, well, this has nothing to do with life or death. She is currently a junior in college. Without taking the postgraduate entrance examination, it is indeed her last summer vacation.

Before the last summer vacation, enjoy the second semester of junior year with Anting and others, and capture the tail of campus youth.

At that time, a person lay silently on the operating table.

If you can come back, then pretend that nothing happened.

If she can’t come back, she can be happy and splendid in the last days of her life. She can’t stand the crying atmosphere.

Of course...

There are other selfish motives.

Qiao Liang agreed to compete fairly with Song Ci. She would not use illness or anything else to kidnap Anting. She hoped that Anting could make the right choice.

Even if the person Anting really likes is not herself, she will not regret it.

She just hopes that the boy she loves can be happy.

"Yes, I understand, thank you, uncle and aunt."

Even today, calling Qiao Liang's parents uncle and aunt is still a bit awkward, and I always feel You should call me grandparents.

That’s it.

Anting did not come forward to strike up a conversation with Qiao Liang, but chose to leave silently. He just asked Qiao's parents to help keep it secret and pretended that he knew nothing.

Before leaving the hospital, Anting took advantage of Qiao Liang to go back to the ward, came to the flower bed, and once again sat on the chair where he had sat in his previous life, silently closed his eyes, and slowly recalled his past life.

It’s obviously going to have a good ending soon, so why is it still like this?

Sure enough, it was just a happy ending that I, a reborn person, thought unilaterally.

My opinion is correct.

The reborn people are all villains, they are just bad guys who plunder everything from others.

Taking advantage of the prophet’s advantage, plunder other people’s wealth, plagiarize other people’s creations, and tamper with other people’s destiny.

It’s really great to be reborn.

I have always thought so.

Yes.

"For the first time, I had the emotion of regret and rebirth..."

With a complicated thought, Anting opened his eyes, and what he saw was a cat. , well, it’s the cat named Anting.

It looks like an emoticon - the Chiba cat is very worried about you.

An Ting stroked his cat head, went to the ward, took a sneak peek at Qiao Liang who was sleeping, and left.

The original plan was to go back to school, pretend that nothing happened, and wait for Qiao Liang to come back. According to her wishes, she would spend the rest of her school time while waiting for that day to come.

When the car passed near City C, Maomao suddenly reacted, grabbing the window and looking in the direction of Nancheng District.

Anting didn’t know what to think. His mind got hot, he turned the steering wheel, controlled the car, and came to the city square.

It’s already ten o’clock at night.

There was no one around the old market, and cars could enter at will. Anting drove to Guihua Road, got out of the car, and looked around. The once unique arcade style was already fading, and it was clearly spring. On both sides, The sweet-scented osmanthus tree was dead and lifeless.

"In the past life, there was obviously no such thing..."

When he murmured, there was a little doubt in his tone.

Actually, Anting doesn’t understand.

On the contrary, he should understand it better than anyone else. To a certain extent, this is one of the histories he has changed.

The next second.

The cat named Anting walked in on his own.

Anting had no choice but to leave it alone and could only follow him in.

Because relocation has begun, there are no residents.

An Ting just followed the kitten along the street, strolling among the mottled moonlight and branches and leaves, and finally found the kitten parked under the osmanthus tree in front of Qiao Liang's house, lying on the huge On the roots of the tree, it seems to be integrated into one.

In a daze.

Remembering the aftermath of meeting Qiao Liang in the hospital in her previous life.

After the conversation with the nurse, that person once had a conversation with himself.

She must have heard her conversation with the nurse, and out of sympathy from a stranger, she sent a sketch to herself.

But I was not in the mood, so I didn’t open it and look at the painting at all.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly thought of what Qiao Liang often said and did - every time he was away, he always asked Maomao to stay with him, euphemistically saying: Maomao will accompany me instead. you.

At this moment, the picture scroll that could not be opened in the previous life coincided with the cat lying under the osmanthus tree.

Should this cat... really be called Anting?

Obviously it should be called a bridge...

We got connected because of cats.

　Whether it is the past life or this life.

　…

　Capital.

Qingbei University.

Song Ci, dressed in spring clothes, wearing black-rimmed glasses, holding a thick professional book, walking confidently and elegantly on the school road, is like a beautiful scenery.

Even in the Northern Qing Dynasty, Song Ci was a very outstanding person.

There are always people who say that appearance is a scarce resource, and this sentence is correct.

Those who are smarter than Song Ci are not as good-looking as her.

Those who are more beautiful than Song Ci are not as smart as her.

Well... in fact, there are few who are as beautiful as Song Ci.

Walking on the road, you can often hear classmates talking about Zhu Jiajun and Anting.

Students at top universities are all young people, and games are a common form of entertainment in modern times. It is normal for them to be used to relieve stress.

There is a saying that makes sense. Qingbei recruits several thousand students every year, but no more than a hundred can play in the top professional leagues. This is not a matter of high ground, but a matter of scarcity.

Zhu Jiajun also has fans in northern Qing Dynasty.

As for Anting.

A boy who started his own business after graduating from junior high school and owns a group before graduating from college is a perfect tall, rich and handsome boy. Even in Qingbei, there are probably not many people.I dare say I can surpass him.

Not to mention a group of girls secretly making love.

A talented girl from northern Qing Dynasty is not interested in a handsome guy?

No, no, no.

Human beings are visual animals.

At this moment, Song Ci was walking on the way to the research team's laboratory, her thoughts were a little complicated. The experiment had come to an end. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be a big breakthrough. Taking advantage of this As a result, I should be able to graduate early.

Song Ci is no longer as balanced as he was in middle school. He has not become a lively and cheerful person, but a more lonely person.

On the one hand, I am immersed in academics, on the other hand, I already have a group of people living in my heart, and I have no interest in other people. I no longer need others to enter my world, and I no longer need to enter others. world.

Very quickly.

Song Ci came to the laboratory, walked to the corridor, and saw several classmates from the same research group.

Although everyone is wearing the lab’s exclusive white coat, it is not as you imagine, the boys are meticulous and the girls are heroic. On the contrary, they are a bunch of messy, sloppy people.

People who are really engaged in scientific research have no time to care about their image.

If Song Ci were not naturally beautiful, he would probably have a messy image.

She is actually a bit crazy.

Since eating is not allowed in the laboratory, everyone stayed in the corridor, eating and drinking, and the drinks they drank were drinks from the secret base.

"Song Ci! You are here!"

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

One of the girls sighed: "The experiment is about to begin. In the final stage, although we are only responsible for part of it, we can still sign it..."

This girl is also a talented girl, and she is a classmate + roommate + in the same research group as Song Ci.

Should be regarded as Song Ci’s best friend after entering college.

To be fair, Song Ci regretted not going to college with her friends, but she did not regret it. No matter how many times she went to college, her choice would not change. She still felt that she should pursue the highest school, or even higher.

Song Ci replied: "Yes."

"Oh, by the way, we can get the diploma in advance and the application to study abroad is approved..."
< br />Hearing these words from her good sister, Song Ci nodded, with a complicated tone, and said: "Well, we have reached this point."

"Song Ci, remember to do it with people in China A farewell.”

"Okay."

Just when Song Ci responded, Bai Dacoli's cell phone rang.

Take a look.

An Ting is going to hold a secret meeting!