Chapter 90 Freezing Point
"You don't want me, my heart is broken and I have no shape."
"The feelings I once gave you were just fluctuations of emotion."
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The lights in the bar were dim, and the air was filled with the mixed scent of alcohol and perfume.
The resident singer sat on a high stool in the center of the stage, holding a guitar and singing softly in a hoarse voice.
Qiao Yang thought Lin Qingxu hadn't heard clearly, after all, the song was interfering. He repeated, "Lin Qingxu, what's your ideal type?"
He also emphasized: "Don't lie."
"Ah?" Lin Qingxu's breathing paused almost imperceptibly.
She subconsciously raised her eyes, her gaze quickly sweeping across to Kan Zhao, who was still looking down, as if he had no interest in the question at all.
Lin Qingxu spoke frankly, "She should be taller, about a head taller than me. She should be good-looking. And she should have a gentle personality."
This is probably the type that every girl likes.
A long time ago, when Ruan Yanyan was just beginning to fall in love, she asked Lin Qingxu this question. This was how Lin Qingxu answered her at the time.
"Such specific standards? Even the height difference is taken into account? Lin Qingxu, you wouldn't..."
Qiao Yang seized the rare opportunity to tease Lin Qingxu, but suddenly felt something was wrong as he spoke. "Not right..."
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the sound of the high stool next to me rubbing against the ground.
Qiao Yang was startled by the sudden noise and stopped talking. He turned sideways to look at Kan Zhao.
Kan Zhao stood up, his face expressionless, only his eyes were filled with extremely suppressed emotions.
Lin Qingxu stopped talking and subconsciously looked at him.
Kan Zhao spoke calmly, his voice neither too loud nor too low: "No need to beat around the bush. Why don't you just say that you like Qu Wen?"
Lin Qingxu's eyelashes trembled slightly when she heard this, and her hands on her knees tightened unconsciously.
None of the four spoke for a moment.
Qiao Yang looked left and right calmly.
Qu Wen?
Who is Qu Wen? How come he doesn't know? It seems he's the only one who doesn't know?
Qiao Yang felt excluded and isolated by the other three.
Kan Zhao picked up the car keys beside him and said calmly, "Let's go."
He lowered his head and gestured to Qiao Yang beside him, "Send them all back and get them home safely."
"Oh." Qiao Yang then realized, "No, what are you doing? Why did you leave so suddenly?"
"Sit here and listen to her recount her boyfriend's virtues?"
Kan Zhao said with self-mockery, "I'm not that magnanimous, nor that mean. I have to sit here and listen to all this."
The moment the last word fell, Lin Qingxu's face turned paler and paler, and her nails unconsciously dug into her palms. She lowered her head, and her long hair fell to cover her side face.
Kan Zhao turned and left, walking through the bustling crowd around him, and his figure finally disappeared behind the glass door of the bar.
Qiao Yang opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Ruan Yanyan looked at Lin Qingxu worriedly.
Finally, Qiao Yang came to his senses and cursed, "What the hell is wrong with Kan Zhao? Did he take the wrong medicine? He's so angry. Don't be sad, I'll go beat him up later."
Seeing that he was only good at talking nonsense, Ruan Yanyan said angrily, "Okay. Then go quickly."
Qiao Yang paused and touched his nose embarrassedly: "But I can't beat Ao."
"But I can scold him on the phone. This is too much. I must strongly condemn his behavior!"
Ruan Yanyan lowered her head to comfort Lin Qingxu.
"I'm fine." Lin Qingxu suppressed his emotions, calmed down for a moment, and pulled Qiao Yang's sleeve, "Don't tell Kan Zhao."
"……oh."
After staying in the bar for a while, no one wanted to play anymore, so we went home early.
Lin Qingxu stared out the window silently all the way from the bar. Ruan Yanyan and Qiao Yang exchanged worried glances several times, but neither spoke to break the suffocating silence.
The car stopped downstairs of Lin Qingxu's house, and she thanked him softly.
"Qing Xu..." Ruan Yanyan couldn't help but roll down the car window.
"I'm really fine." Lin Qingxu smiled faintly and waved at them, "Be careful on the road."
Only after the car left did Lin Qingxu suppress the smile he had just forced himself to smile.
She walked into the corridor and pressed the elevator button. The elevator door opened on the 9th floor, and Lin Qingxu went home to enter her fingerprint.
The moment the door opened, she couldn't help but look back at the opposite side, and the door was closed.
Lin Qingxu lowered her eyes. She pushed the door open and went home.
The living room light is on.
Gao Luo was sitting on the sofa watching TV, holding Jin Yuanbao in her arms and combing his hair.
It seemed that in the few days since Jin Yuanbao came back, it had already become familiar with the family with its cat-like charm, and both Gao Luo and Fang Yun couldn't let it go.
When Lin Qingxu is not at home, it likes to stick to Gao Luo even more.
The main reason was that Gao Luo hadn't been working these days; the company had given them the day off. With nothing better to do, she loved tinkering with food, which surely gave Jin Yuanbao a treat. By acting cute and coquettish, he'd grown from a small, chubby kid into a big, fat kid in just a dozen or twenty days.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Jin Yuanbao was the first to prick up his ears and meow.
Gao Luo looked up when she heard the voice: "Are you back?"
"Mom." Lin Qingxu called softly, changed his shoes, and walked straight to his bedroom.
"I made some mango pudding. Would you like some? I'll make you some."
"No need, Mom. I'm full."
If you say too many words, it will be difficult to cover up.
Gao Yao keenly noticed the strangeness in her daughter's voice. She stood up, holding the gold ingot in her arms, and asked, "Qing Xu?"
She was answered by the sound of the bedroom door closing gently.
Lin Qingxu leaned against the door and slowly slid down to sit on the ground. In the darkness, she finally gave up suppressing her emotions and curled up behind the door, burying her face in her knees.
The tears that had been suppressed all night finally burst forth, rolling down one by one, leaving wet marks on her light-colored skirt. Actually, Kan Zhao didn't say anything. Not a single harsh word.
But she just felt a little sad.
She remembered Kan Zhao's indifferent attitude when he left, and every word he said, and her heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something.
Outside the door, Gao Yao knocked gently: "Qing Xu? Are you feeling unwell?"
Lin Qingxu buried his face in his knees, his shoulders trembling slightly.
"It's okay, Mom. I'm just a little sleepy."
"I'm going to get some sleep first."
*
The New Year is coming soon. With lanterns and colorful decorations hung and Spring Festival couplets pasted upside down, the atmosphere of family happiness is getting stronger and stronger.
However, Lin Qingxu hadn't participated in any of the New Year's shopping and new clothes purchases today. Gao Luo saw that she wasn't in the mood, so she didn't force her on this matter. After all, it wasn't a big deal.
At first I thought he was sick, but after taking his temperature I found it was normal. I asked Lin Qingxu if he felt unwell, and the answer I got was that he was just a little tired.
Lin Qingxu has been a little sleepy recently.
But staying in bed all day wasn't a good idea, so why not get out of bed and walk around? New Year's Eve was just a few days away, so Gao Luo bought some glutinous rice flour to make salty dumplings and called Lin Qingxu over to help.
It’s not technically difficult. Just mix glutinous rice flour and boiling water, then put the prepared filling in it.
After finishing, Lin Qingxu washed his hands and saw that the kitchen garbage was full, so he prepared to go downstairs to throw away the garbage.
She pushed open the door with the garbage bag in her hand, but froze in place the moment she raised her eyes.
Kan Zhao was standing in the corridor, just a few steps away from her.
There was a girl standing next to him.
The girl said something to Kan Zhao with her mouth pouting. Her chestnut curly hair hung loosely on her shoulders, and the ends of her hair swayed gently as she stomped her feet.
Lin Qingxu suddenly felt a little lost, and an unknown emotion surged in her heart. She subconsciously took a half step back, and the garbage bag in her hand made a slight friction sound.
At this moment, she suddenly felt that the heating in the corridor was turned on too high, making it so stuffy that she could hardly breathe.
It was not until the sound of the security door behind her closing automatically that she came to her senses.
Of course, it also attracted the attention of the two people who were talking in front.
Kan Zhao stopped when he was about to turn around. The girl followed his gaze and turned to look at Lin Qingxu, blinking her deer-like eyes curiously.
No one spoke a word.
Ever since that night at the bar, the relationship between Lin Qingxu and Kan Zhao had gone from precarious to freezing. They used to be able to put on a show in front of their parents, but now neither of them has spoken to each other.
"What are you all doing standing at the door?"
Fang Yun saw the three of them standing motionless at the door and walked out.
But she didn't think much about it. She noticed the garbage bag Lin Qingxu was holding. Since Kan Zhao would be going downstairs soon, she walked over, took the bag from Lin Qingxu and put it on Kan Zhao's hand.
You really have no vision.
She informed him: "Why are you just standing there? Why don't you send Xiao Yu downstairs?"
Kan Zhao did not refuse.
Lin Qingxu stood there, watching Kan Zhao take the garbage bag and lead the girl toward the elevator. The girl's Mary Jane shoes made a crisp sound on the floor of the corridor, again and again.
Because they were far away, Lin Qingxu did not hear their conversation.
Fang Liyu's face was filled with excitement: "That's Sister Qingxu, right? She's much prettier in person than in the photo."
She looked at Kan Zhao and complained: "Oh my god, Kan Zhao, you should practice your photography skills, they are too lame."
Kan Zhao didn't bother to pay attention and pressed the elevator button expressionlessly.
"Oh, and you have a cold personality. Just now during the lecture, you even said that I lowered the average human IQ and had no emotional intelligence. No wonder people look down on you."
"How do you know that?"
"What?"
"She despises me."
"In all aspects. Just like this personality, Prince Charming knows, people like gentleness..." Fang Liyu was speaking when she saw Kan Zhao glance down at her, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
Fang Liyu had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, I heard Kan Zhao:
"Uncle, Fang Liyu's final math score this time..."
Fang Liyu quickly jumped up and snatched his phone, smiling flatteringly: "You're wrong, you're wrong. My cousin is the most handsome man in the world and has the best personality in the world!"
I looked down and found that the call was only on the dialing screen and had not actually been made.
Breathe a sigh of relief.
Haha. A petty-minded man.
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