Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Can we make friends?

"Why did you run out so rashly?" Xu Cheng stood at the door with his arms crossed, winking and smirking, and said, "You won't bully me again, will you?"

Lu Quan glanced at him, put the envelope on the table next to him, and said in a lazy voice, "In your eyes, I only bully people?"

Xu Cheng spread his hands at him, "What else?" Qu

Yizhou, who was a step late, walked into the ward, lowered his head to check the bedside card, and said, "Brother Lu, I just asked the doctor, and the doctor said you have to stay in the hospital tonight."

Lu Quan frowned and said in a bad tone, "I want to be discharged."

Qu Yizhou looked embarrassed, and Xu Cheng interrupted, "You can't leave, your grandfather won't let you leave."

Young Master Lu doesn't listen to anyone, but he still listens to Grandpa Lu.

It was getting late, Qu Yizhou went back to school first, and Xu Cheng stayed here.

He was sitting on a chair peeling an apple. When he looked up, he saw Lu Quan with a cold face. He asked tentatively: "Did that person reply to your message?"

Lu Quan moved his fingers slightly and started chatting with the person directly in the friend request.

[L]: Zhizhi, I was in a car accident and I'm the only one lying in the hospital (pitiful)

[L]: Zhizhi, can you stay with me for a while?

A minute passed and there was no reply.

He took the time to reply to Xu Cheng: "Yes."

Xu Cheng stammered: "Then have you added her back as a friend?"

Lu Quan frowned and said in a cold voice: "I haven't coaxed her yet."

Xu Cheng: "..."

His words were harsh and his thoughts were vicious.

"Are you sure you weren't deceived?"

Lu Quan: "No, she likes me, are you trying to sow discord between us?"

Xu Cheng: "..."

So he is a vicious mother-in-law, and this is just the interest of you young lovers, right!

He got a little angry.

Under Lu Quan's extremely cold eyes, he turned off again and muttered, "I don't want to bother with you."

The people in the ward looked down at their phones and didn't respond to his words.

Xu Cheng: "..."

*

It was past seven when Liang Zhixia returned to the dormitory.

After paying the money to Lu Quan, he felt much more relaxed.

He sat on a chair, chewing on a small piece of bread, staring at the message on his phone.

L said he was in the hospital, but he didn't really believe it.

Maybe he was just slightly injured like Lu Quan.

But -

hospitalized alone?

He pursed his lips and replied.

[Zhizhi]: Where are your family and friends? Aren't they with you?

The other party seemed to be watching his message and replied the next second.

[L]: No, I'm a little scared to be in the hospital alone.

Liang Zhixia remembered that when his grandparents were sick and hospitalized, he was lying alone on the narrow accompanying bed, his nose full of the smell of disinfectant, and the corridor was often filled with footsteps and coughs of other patients.

He didn't like that atmosphere.

Every time he would secretly listen to their breathing when his grandparents fell asleep.

He was scared.

The incandescent light of the dormitory fell on the top of his head, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow under his eyes.

After a long time, he moved his fingers.

[Zhizhi]: Okay.

After a pause, he sent another message.

[Zhizhi]: But you can't say that again! ! !

[Zhizhi]: Kitten Angry.jpg

Someone lying on the hospital bed raised his eyebrows slightly, and his slender fingers slowly typed.

[L]: I was wrong last time, Zhizhi, can you forgive me?

[L]: Kitten Bowing.jpg

[Zhizhi]: No, when will you rest?

[L]: I'm not sleepy now, I want to chat with Zhizhi for a while, I miss Zhizhi so much.

[Zhizhi]:...

Slippery and sweet.

Are today's chat companions so aggressive in order to attract customers?

He put down his phone, took his clothes and went to take a shower.

Just after he came out of the shower, he heard the phone ringing.

The name on the screen... surprised him.

"Hello, Aunt Wang." He pursed his lips, his long eyelashes trembling, "Do you want to talk to me?"

The middle-aged woman on the other end of the phone said in a tired voice, "Xia Xia, can you pay us back the money we lent you before?"

Liang Zhixia lowered his eyes, his slender fingers tightly grasped the corner of the table, his finger bones pale.

"You... didn't we say we would pay it back within four years?"

Aunt Wang sighed, "Yes, you asked us to borrow money to treat the old man, and we also understand you, but now something happened in our family and we need money urgently."

Liang Zhixia bit his lip, his fingers kept moving, and cleared his throat: "Okay, I'll transfer some to you first, and I'll find a way to get the rest for you."

Aunt Wang knew that this matter was very difficult, but she had no choice.

"One month at the latest."

After hanging up the phone, the dormitory was very quiet, almost pin drop could be heard, he sat on the chair, his slender fingers repeatedly flexed and stretched, feeling his stomach churning.

In his senior year of high school, his grandmother suddenly fainted and was hospitalized. Then it was found that something had grown in her body. He took out all the savings in the family, but it was still not enough.

At that time, he didn't want to study anymore. It was Aunt Wang next door who persuaded him and lent him money.

Although his grandmother died in the end, he was really grateful to her.

So after working in the summer vacation, he only kept tuition and living expenses, and transferred the rest of the money to the other party.

He looked at the balance in his mobile bank card. Excluding living expenses, he could transfer the rest to the other party first.

That was still 20,000 yuan short.

It was very difficult for him to get 20,000 yuan in a month.

The money-making cycle of comics was too long, and he suddenly thought of a part-time job in a cafe.

Exactly half an hour ago, the course schedule for this semester came out. Although there were more courses in the first year, there were fewer classes in the evening.

He immediately chatted with the boss on WeChat, and the boss agreed readily.

But there was still a lot to go.

He licked his thirsty lips, and his eyes fell on the lighted mobile phone screen, the video link that Zhuzi sent him during the day.

Maybe he could... try.

There was mist floating in the bathroom where he had just finished taking a shower. He looked at himself in the mirror with a slightly red cheek.

The slim-fitting cheongsam fit him very well. His legs were long and straight, glowing white under the light. His waist was very tight and narrow, so narrow that one hand could hold it.

He turned his back to the mirror and twisted his body, revealing a slender and white neck, like a dancing silver chain.

His black wig was tied behind his head with a hairpin inserted in it. His body was slightly tilted, outlining a perfect curve.

He also found a folding fan in the bag just now, which might have been put in by the man accidentally.

The opened folding fan covered his face, revealing only a small piece of his smooth side profile, ensuring that no one would recognize him.

The folding fan was stuck between his ring finger, and he shook the hairpin slightly and pressed the shutter in time.

This time he carefully checked the photo before posting it online.

A newly created video account, 0 followers, 0 fans.

After taking off the cumbersome clothes, he knelt on the bed, and his phone kept vibrating.

Did L send him a message?

It turned out not to be.

It was a video he had just posted, and it had received one or two hundred likes in just a few minutes.

He looked at the rules of the platform. The more traffic he had, the more money he could get.

For a novice, it would be best if someone was willing to give him traffic or smash the rankings for him, pushing him to the front page.

But how is that possible?

This path seemed... not feasible.

He turned off his phone, closed his eyes, curled up his body, and fell asleep tiredly to the light sound of the smart air conditioner.

At the same time, he missed the message from L on his phone.

The two slender eyebrows were slightly wrinkled together, showing that the owner was sleeping very uneasily.

Liang Zhixia knew he was dreaming.

The old man with white hair was sitting in a rocking chair under a big tree. He was sitting on a small bench next to him, holding half a watermelon in his hand.

He scooped a piece with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth. It was so sweet.

"Grandma, Xia Xia, have you been very hard lately? You've lost a lot of weight."

He took a deep breath, holding back the tears that were about to fall from his eyes, his voice choked slightly, pretending to be happy: "No, I've been doing very well recently. My roommate is very nice and paid for my dormitory expenses. I also met two new friends. My teachers and classmates like me very much."

He felt a pair of rough hands gently stroking his hair. He blinked and took the initiative to rub the palm of the old man's hand.

"Grandma, I just miss you a little bit."

"Then grandma, sing Xia Xia's favorite lullaby when she was a child, okay?"

The old woman's voice was soft and kind, with endless tenderness.

He heard the sobs that he could no longer hide.

"Okay."

At the same time, in the hospital.

Xu Cheng listened to the person on the bed tossing and turning with his ears, and sighed: "Isn't the girl willing to pay attention to you?"

In response to him, a pillow was thrown violently.

He should shut up.

Lu Quan looked at the message he had just sent with a dim look in his eyes. Half an hour later, Zhizhi still didn't reply to his message.

With a slight movement of his fingers, he switched to the photo album on his phone, and his dark eyes fell on the short skirt.

Zhizhi looked very good in the skirt.

It was a pity that there were only two photos.

If Zhizhi wore the skirt he bought, he would tear it apart with his own hands.

Lu Quan was stimulated by his own thoughts, and a nasty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His finger accidentally clicked on the push message.

It was a borderline video, but the rubbing was not very professional.

He was about to click "not interested" when his eyes paused.

The person in the video was wearing a slim cheongsam, outlining the perfect curves, very beautiful.

His eyes fell on the inside of the ring finger of the person in the video, exactly the same position, the same shape and size.

And the legs that were accidentally exposed.

This is his baby Zhizhi.

He subconsciously glanced at the release time and laughed in anger. She had time to post such a video, but she didn't have time to reply to his message.

The number of likes on the video stopped at one thousand. He simply explored it and understood the mechanism of this software.

After quickly registering an account, he recharged and spent money.

He had just spent two thousand when it showed that he could not spend any more money. The assistant reminded him that the account he had just registered had a limit.

"..."

He sighed softly, frowned, and followed the instructions to complete the daily tasks of the app and increase the activity of his account.

Then his number of followers changed from 0 to 1.

And it prohibited others from following him.

The assistant reminded him that he had become the number one anchor and could take the initiative to chat with the anchor privately.

He raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that there would be such a privilege for spending money on his wife.

He held back the desire that was about to burst out, and "reservedly" sent only one sentence.

[Can we be friends? ]