Chapter 80 If the person engraved in my memory is you
"What's wrong?"
Ye Qi glanced at the notebook.
Every page in this notebook weighs more than a thousand pounds to him, one page represents a life.
Of course, the page he wrote himself didn't count. He just wrote it down while everyone else was writing. He had already decided to die, so he didn't want to leave any last words.
Qiao Lan read out the words one by one: "A tranquil horizon. It separates the ranks of the living and the dead. I can only choose the sky."
She showed such a serious expression for the first time since she met Ye Qi.
"Did you really write this will? Did you write it yourself?"
Ye Qi said: "It's me."
"Then, why are these pages all written in the same handwriting? Were they all written by the same person?" Qiao Lan flipped through the notebook quickly.
On the pages following this one, there are several different wills, but the handwriting is the same as on this page.
Ye Qi replied, "The ones behind are the martyrs on the plane. They arrived late, and I told them that everyone had written a suicide note. So they each left a message and told me through the communication, and I wrote it on their behalf."
Qiao Lan remembered that the fighter plane had indeed arrived in a hurry, and the soldiers joined the team as soon as they arrived, so they had no chance to write a suicide note.
It turns out that someone had already written it for me.
"So, this was really written by you?" Qiao Lan turned back to the page she was reading.
Ye Qi nodded, "However, this is not what I said, this is a very famous poem."
"Why did you write this? Do you like this poem so much?"
"I just wrote it down casually when I suddenly remembered it." Ye Qi asked back, "Why are you asking this?"
Qiao Lan pursed her dry lips.
He answered slowly and clearly, "This poem left a deep impression on me. Actually, I don't quite understand it. Back in the day, when I was in class, my Chinese teacher always liked to recite these poems to us. He said poetry was the most powerful way to express emotions."
Ye Qi's expression gradually showed some surprise and confusion.
"When did you become a Chinese teacher? What was your last name and what was your name?"
Qiao Lan shook her head: "I forgot."
Ye Qi wondered, "Male or female? Is her last name Fang?"
"I forgot."
Can both men and women forget?
Ye Qi's confusion dissipated, and he suddenly had some enlightenment.
Subconsciously, I felt that this girl Qiao Lan might be doing something weird again, so I became a little alert.
There was no way, Qiao Lan had left him with a certain degree of psychological trauma in the past.
For example, the cool ice cream stuck on your face.
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
Qiao Lan's heart was beating faster and faster.
——After he heard what I said, his first reaction was to verify who the teacher was, which means he probably knew that person!
——He also asked if my surname was Fang!
So, so...
She continued seriously, "I only know that teacher once said that when a person can truly understand poetry, perhaps he has already..."
She paused deliberately.
"Understand the world." Ye Qi continued, "So how did you know I have such a Chinese teacher?"
He felt that this girl was still too mysterious for him to understand!
She was not his classmate, and according to her resume, she had no history of living in Beijing, so it was impossible for her to be a student in the next few classes of that teacher.
But why can he say the teacher’s original words?
He stared at her.
If the current conditions did not allow it, I really want to investigate if there is anything else strange about her.
Qiao Lan completely ignored Ye Qi's suspicious scrutiny. At this moment, her heart was so excited that it almost jumped out of her chest.
I couldn't help but take a deep breath to calm myself down.
——Oh my God, oh my God!
——No way, no way, no way!
——How is it possible, how is it possible, how is it possible!
——Luckily, Feng Feng read out every last word at the memorial service! Otherwise, I would have just skimmed through it and not read it all carefully, and I would have missed this one!
——Luckily, my imagination was open, and when I found this all-too-familiar content, I tentatively connected that person with Ye Gou. With the mentality of giving it a try and not losing out if it wasn't true, I came over to ask...
—But how could that be? It doesn't make sense! They are completely different!
"What's wrong with you?" Ye Qi subconsciously took two steps back.
Qiao Lan was obviously very emotional now, with tears in her eyes, which reminded him of the first time he was beaten.
In the C University Library.
She also suddenly started crying for no apparent reason and then started fighting.
"Don't cry first." He even suspected that her mental state was not stable, for example, she wanted to hit someone when she cried?
As for her nonsense about being angry because of a broken heart and hitting the wrong person, he never believed it.
"Ye Qi, you don't have depression, right?" Qiao Lan suddenly asked.
Ye Qi: “…”
I suspect you are manic, and you suspect I am depressed?
"How do I look like I'm depressed?"
Qiao Lan immediately laughed excitedly: "I said, you don't look like it! So it must be..."
It must be that in his past life, the things he encountered were dark and sad, which made him depressed, mumbling to himself, reciting poetry, and acting in a solitary manner...
He doesn't look like that at all now!
because……
Because he met her in this life!
She helped him capture the old aunt, rescued his teammates, saved him, and even went into battle with him…
It can be said that I gave him a lot of warmth.
Please call her Qiao Wennuan!
So his performance at the memorial service today, although tragic and indignant, was completely rational and sober, and exuded domineering aura.
Very powerful, very handsome, looking at her from below made me feel a bit like a fangirl chasing a star before the apocalypse - of course not to that extent, just describing a feeling, yes.
"Wait a minute!"
Qiao Lan placed the notebook solemnly on the table beside him. A martyr's will must not be desecrated.
Then search carefully in the space.
Jackets, coats, long coats, down jackets...
Xiao Li bought all sorts of outerwear, but none of them looked like what Qiao Lan remembered.
“…Got it!”
If there is no ready-made one, you can make one temporarily.
She took out a set of bedding, a three-piece set of sheets, quilt covers and pillowcases, took out the dark gray sheets separately, shook them out, and draped them over Ye Qi.
"do what?"
Of course Ye Qi would resist.
"Cooperate." Qiao Lan tempted, "Just cooperate, and I'll send a box of canned luncheon meat to your base as a reward."
Ye Qi was silent for a second, then said, "Ten boxes."
"Three boxes, no more."
"Eight boxes, or I won't cooperate."
"Five boxes! If you don't cooperate, forget it!"
"make a deal."
In exchange for five boxes of luncheon meat, Qiao Lan finally draped the bed sheet over Ye Qi, making it into a cloak coat. She also found a pin and pinned a hood-shaped pocket on the top, which she then put on Ye Qi's head.
Turn off the lights.
The room darkened.
Through the gap in the curtains, a faint figure can be seen in the room.
A tall figure wearing a short cloak and a hood appeared in front of Qiao Lan.
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