Chapter 54 Panic "Qiao Zhizheng, you made me feel alive...

Qiao Zheng lifted Qiao Zhizheng's face with her index finger. Her face was covered with wet tear marks, and a faint pearly sheen floated on it under the light.

Qiao Zheng's face slowly approached and stopped at a suitable distance.

Qiao Zhizheng's tears were still flowing and she couldn't stop them.

Her eyelids felt sore, and Qiao Zhizheng blinked subconsciously. A moist and rough lick slid across her eyelids. Qiao Zhizheng clenched her teeth to prevent the shameful song from escaping from her throat.

"But~ I want to hear you sing~"

Qiao Zheng said this.

Qiao Zhizheng opened her eyes and looked at Qiao Zheng angrily, with a charming light in her eyes, and the red corners of her eyes made her look particularly pitiful.

Qiao Zheng's eyes lit up with excitement. He slowly bit her cheek, his calloused fingertips gently scraping across the tooth mark. "How pitiful! Qiao Zhizheng..."

"If you don't want to sing, I'll sing it for you."

Qiao Zheng said this.

Qiao Zhizheng closed her eyes, her fingers tightly gripping the bed sheet, listening to the song beside her ears that was sometimes clear and sometimes distant. The hot steam turned her earlobes a deep red.

Qiao Zhizheng's instep tensed, desperately wanting Qiao Zheng to hold her tightly, to let her feel her presence. With unbearable sobs, she called out in a trembling voice, "Qiao Zheng~"

Qiao Zheng chuckled softly, "Hmph~" and looked at Qiao Zhizheng, who was letting her do whatever she wanted. Seeing her anticipation and feeling her desire, Qiao Zheng felt a perverse sense of satisfaction in her heart.

Qiao Zheng knew she was sick a long time ago.

She saved herself in self-loathing and self-abandonment, and wandered away from joy and happiness. No matter in the previous timeline or when she first came to this timeline, Qiao Zheng felt that she was incompatible with this world. It was not the world that rejected her, but she rejected the world.

She knew clearly that she was sick, but she allowed herself to continue to be sick because there was no antidote in the world that could touch the depths of her heart.

Qiao Zhizheng squeezed into her world with a tough attitude.

Qiao Zheng did not reject him like she did to others before.

Qiao Zheng knew that her heart was sick, and Qiao Zhizheng accepted her sickness.

Just like now, his eyes were clearly swollen, he knew clearly that Qiao Zheng was not in good condition, and he knew clearly what would happen next, but he still lay there in such a pitiful attitude of complete acceptance.

Qiao Zhizheng heard Qiao Zheng say "How stupid~"

The next second, Qiao Zheng said to Qiao Zhizheng again, "I love you."

The first time Qiao Zhizheng heard Qiao Zheng say love to her, before she could even be shocked, she was blocked in the mouth by an urgent kiss.

Ah~Qiao Zheng is shy.

This idea had just formed in Qiao Zhizheng's mind when, the next second, his senses were occupied by Qiao Zheng's fingers. Densely packed small flowers bloomed along the path where his fingers passed.

Qiao Zhizheng fell into a wave called Qiao Zheng.

The moon came out at night, flying higher and higher in the night sky, listening to the sweet words of lovers, and grabbing a wisp of cloud to cover the shyness on her face.

"When did you come back?"

"When a fool cries in his dreams."

"I'm a fool, what are you, the fool growth plus version?"

“…”

"By the way, we've been here for so long, where's grandma?"

"She was very tired after a day of shopping and had already gone to sleep."

"Qiao Zheng."

"Um?"

"I'm yours."

"Um."

"You are mine."

"Um."

"We'll be together forever, right?"

Knowing that people's hearts are fickle, Qiao Zheng cannot promise forever, but can only promise now.

"Qiao Zheng will always love Qiao Zhizheng."

"Qiao Zhizheng will always love Qiao Zheng."

Qiao Zheng kissed her forehead gently, her tone tender and gentle, "You are very tired, go to sleep."

Qiao Zhizheng closed her eyes, her eyelids felt sore and her body felt sleepy, but her heart was beating uncontrollably and her mind was full of Qiao Zheng.

"Qiao Zheng, what should I do? You are right next to me, but I already miss you."

Qiao Zheng's warm palms covered Qiao Zhizheng's eyelids, warming them and soothing the soreness.

Qiao Zheng sang a Russian nursery rhyme.

This was the first song they learned when they were young. They had no talent for singing. The music teacher they hired at that time was a very gentle middle-aged woman. She did not have high expectations for Qiao Zhizheng and did not despise her for her slow learning. She carefully taught her until she learned a complete song.

Qiao Zhizheng closed her eyes, listening to a familiar song, a familiar tune. It was as if sunlight pierced the dark world before her eyes, gently falling on the carpet of grass. The wind shook the branches, "swish, swish, swish," and grass seeds fell to the ground. Her deerskin boots trampled over the seeds, and the hem of her clothes was stained with the fragrance of flowers. Riding the wind, Qiao Zhizheng felt her body gradually become lighter, and she sat on the wind's tail and arrived among the white and soft clouds...

Qiao Zhizheng's breathing was steady. He gently rubbed her lips and soft chin with the tip of his nose. She took a deep breath of the fragrance from Qiao Zhizheng's neck, and entwined her hands and feet with hers in satisfaction, leaving no gap, and sank into a deep dream.

The moon slowly fell from the high sky to the west. When the dawn was just getting light, it faced the rising sun on the other side of the sky. At this time, the moon was only a small white outline.

Qiao Zhizheng was so tired from crying last night that she was sleeping soundly.

Qiao Zheng gently stood up and slowly pulled out the hair that Qiao Zhizheng was holding in her hand.

Qiao Zheng's movements were already very gentle, but Qiao Zhizheng still opened his eyes dazedly and subconsciously called out "Qiao Zheng~"

Qiao Zheng had a helpless look on her face and lay back down resigned to her fate. Qiao Zhizheng held Qiao Zheng in his arms and slept in this position for a while, but then she felt uncomfortable and shrank into Qiao Zheng's arms.

Qiao Zheng held Qiao Zhizheng in her arms, listening to her regular breathing and rhythmic heartbeat. The sleepiness that had run away came back and she slowly fell into a dream.

Qiao Zheng had a dream. She dreamed that she was walking alone in a snow-white pear blossom forest, with pear blossom petals falling all over her head. She wanted to call Qiao Zhizheng beside her to go to the tallest pear tree together, but when she turned around, there was no one around her.

Qiao Zheng called out to Qiao Zhizheng in her dream.

A voice said to Qiao Zheng, "From the beginning to the end, there has only been you. You haven't met your former self, and your former self hasn't met your future self ten years later."

Qiao Zheng felt panic.

"No, that's not it."

Qiao Zheng opened her eyes and found herself back in her familiar bedroom—the bedroom of her 28-year-old self in her timeline. Her phone, perched on the bedside table, lit up with a new app notification: new progress in the field of holographic gaming...

Under the bed was a black suitcase filled with gold.

The display cabinet contains trophies of all sizes that Qiao Zheng has won over the years. Without exception, Qiao Zheng's name is engraved on each of the trophies.

Qiao Zheng rushed into the bathroom, looked at the familiar face in the mirror, and tried to imitate Qiao Zhizheng. After trying for a long time, she only showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

The panic in her heart spread to her limbs, and Qiao Zheng slid down to the ground weakly.

"You said that if I disappeared from your world, you would try to live like me.

What about you? If you disappear from my world, how hard will I have to work to live like you? "

A tear rolled down Qiao Zheng's eye. She hadn't cried for a long time. She thought there was nothing worth crying about in her life.

But when she realized that she had lost Qiao Zhizheng, she burst into tears. Her emotions had an outlet, but Qiao Zheng trapped herself in a corner of her heart - a place filled with everything about Qiao Zhizheng.

So, was this all my dream?

Qiao Zheng was overwhelmed by great despair.

"Qiao Zheng, Qiao Zheng..."

Who? Who's calling me?

Qiao Zheng slowly turned around, but there was no one there.

The voice calling Qiao Zheng got louder.

Qiao Zheng felt a pain on her face.

Everything around became distorted, and the world changed from colorful to chaotic black and white.

Qiao Zheng felt her eyelids were heavy and she tried hard to open them. A tear fell into her eyes.

Qiao Zheng wanted to laugh and say she was made of water. Her voice was very hoarse, "Don't... cry... anymore..."

“So… cold…”

Qiao Zhizheng held back tears and pursed her lips as she said, "You're not cold at all, you have a high fever."

Just as Qiao Zheng was about to move her hand, Qiao Zhizheng held it down, "Don't move, you still have an injection in your hand."

I realized later that I had arrived at the hospital.

Qiao Zhizheng blamed herself and said, "It's all my fault. I forgot you were not in good health and let you catch a cold."

Qiao Zheng's mind, which had been confused by the fever, suddenly shuddered. Recalling the whole process of "catching a cold" last night, she became a little more alert. Is this the right place to say such things?

Qiao Zheng changed the subject, "How long have I been sleeping?"

"From last night till now, it's been about twenty-four hours in total."

God knows how happy Qiao Zhizheng was when she opened her eyes and saw Qiao Zheng. The sweet feeling of happiness filled her mouth like honey, so sweet that it made people linger on the taste.

It was not until Qiao Zhizheng guiltily placed his hand on Qiao Zheng's face and felt the burning temperature under his hand that he realized something was wrong.

He immediately took Qiao Zheng to the hospital. On the way, he called Meng Hanyan to ask for leave and asked her to help arrange someone to take care of grandma.

Qiao Zheng was frowning in her sleep. Outside her dream, Qiao Zhizheng had a bitter face and was busy taking care of Qiao Zheng lying on the hospital bed.

During this period, Qiao Zhizheng asked the doctor several times when Qiao Zheng would wake up.

The doctor just said, "Maybe you are too tired. Get a good sleep and everything will be fine when you wake up."

Qiao Zhizheng waited and waited, and when she heard Qiao Zheng calling her name in panic, she quickly held her hand tightly, put her ear against Qiao Zheng's chest, and kept repeating, "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here..."

Qiao Zheng looked at the "lost and found" Qiao Zhizheng in front of her and smiled happily, "It's great that you're still here..."

Qiao Zhizheng didn't understand why, but she could accurately judge that Qiao Zheng was looking at her with surprise, as if in Qiao Zheng's eyes, Qiao Zheng was some rare treasure in the world.

The fact was just as Qiao Zhizheng had thought. The hand that was not giving the injection was placed on Qiao Zhizheng's back, and it used a little force to push Qiao Zhizheng's body down.

Qiao Zheng felt the heavy weight on her chest and had a real sense of being alive.

"Qiao Zhizheng, you made me feel alive."

Being alive means having faith in your heart that cannot be shaken by outsiders, and having people who give you comfort by your side. This is what it means to be alive.

Qiao Zheng thought that the world was no longer as boring as it used to be.

Qiao Zheng's illness was the result of the accumulation of negative emotions that had been pent up in her heart for a long time.

Illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes like a thread being pulled.

Qiao Zheng looked listless and had no energy for several days.

Qiao Zhizheng saw it and was worried.

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The author has something to say: I'm so sleepy, my eyelids are drooping, I owe you 400, I'll make it up tomorrow, and then my friends, please remember to come back and read the changes to the last few hundred words.

I am so sleepy, so sleepy, I can't even open my eyes. I blinked and opened them again, and typed out some strange things.

So sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy