Yu Qirong was keenly aware of the outward emotions of the people around him. He picked up the milk tea cup with his right hand and placed it on the railing, while his left hand imperceptibly touched the mark on his right wrist.
They stayed by the artificial river for a long time, until Yu Qirong finished the whole cup of milk tea, and then the two slowly moved away from the river.
In fact, it was only Yu Qirong who was slow. He had been getting increasingly lazy and weak recently. Lu Zichu knew the reason, but if he didn't trap Yu Qirong here, he would have even less chance.
There is a way to save Yu Qirong, but he is unwilling to use it.
Because I know Yu Qirong too well. He is a person who is difficult to empathize with, selfish and cold. He will never agree to other people's requests just because they do something for him or her out of gratitude.
Yu Qirong only walked a few steps when he couldn't help yawning. He looked sleepy and couldn't open his eyes, like a sleepy cat stretching in the sun.
Lu Zichu stopped and asked him considerately, "Are you tired? Do you want to find a pavilion to sit for a while?"
The campus of University A has classical-style buildings, and many costume TV dramas were filmed here, most of which are small pavilions with pointed corners.
Yu Qirong nodded, and saw a trash can on the opposite side of the road, so he carried the bag of empty milk tea cups, crossed the road and went to the other side.
"...Which hospital are you from?"
Suddenly, a voice of a man in his fifties or sixties appeared. Yu Qirong was caught off guard and felt a little scared. He looked up and felt that the person who suddenly spoke to him looked a little familiar.
Lu Zichu also followed the others over. When he saw this situation, his expression suddenly changed and he interrupted, "We are here to visit from No. 1 Middle School, not students from University A."
The man looked a little embarrassed. "I didn't mean anything else. I just thought you looked familiar and thought you'd taken my class before... Oh, I'm a professor at the School of Life Sciences at University A. I don't mean any harm."
When he said this, his eyes were still looking at Yu Qirong's face, as if he really had some impression of him.
Yu Qirong originally wore a mask, but because she was drinking milk tea, she forgot to take it back.
He thought about it carefully and shook his head. "Maybe I made a mistake. This is indeed my first time at University A, and I have never seen you before."
"Okay, maybe I remembered the wrong person." The professor nodded, looked at Yu Qirong with some regret, then turned and left.
Lu Zichu looked at his back, and secretly glanced at Yu Qirong out of the corner of his eye. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Yu Qirong did not have any strange expression.
He was also present in the copy where he met this professor. The fact that he appeared in Yu Qirong's illusion meant that he had more or less had some influence on Yu Qirong.
This is a bit abnormal and contrary to Lu Zichu's common sense.
But he had no way to ask Yu Qirong directly, so he had to suppress it and let it go. Yu Qirong really had no intention of recovering his memory.
The two people followed their original idea and found a pavilion to rest.
Yu Qirong sat on a stone chair in the pavilion, but turned around and showed great interest in the red carp in the water around the pavilion.
Maybe all the students at University A like these koi very much. They are all well-fed and plump, and they are not afraid of people at all.
Seeing that Yu Qirong was having fun, Lu Zichu took the opportunity to ask him what he thought: "Qiqi, my handwriting has been almost perfect recently, and I can give you the love letter soon. Do you want to consider it in advance..."
Yu Qirong suppressed his smile, turned around and looked at Lu Zichu seriously, then beckoned him to come over.
Lu Zichu came closer impatiently and saw his own reflection in Yu Qirong's wine-red pupils.
"Have you ever done anything to hurt me?" Yu Qirong asked back.
The smile on Lu Zichu's face froze. In fact, he was doing this kind of thing now, but as long as he didn't tell Yu Qirong actively, he would never know.
So his smile froze for a moment, and then he denied it: "Of course not, I am sincere to you, Qiqi."
Yu Qirong glanced at him meaningfully, then suddenly reached out and pressed the back of his head, pulling him into her arms, and said softly as if rewarding him, "Okay, I believe what you said, but the college entrance examination is about to begin, and I don't want to be distracted at this time, so let's wait for a while, and then we can go to the same university to develop our relationship... Okay?"
Yu Qirong suddenly pulled him into his arms. Lu Zichu's pupils constricted for a moment, his whole body was so stiff that he dared not move, and even his breathing almost stagnated. When he remembered to breathe on his own and smelled Yu Qirong's scent all over his nose, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
Yu Qirong's words were like pouring a whole jar of honey into his heart. The nasal sound at the end was like a small hook, which almost hooked his soul away. Apart from nodding randomly, he forgot everything.
Their actions were very ambiguous. From other people's perspectives, it looked like they were hugging, or like Yu Qirong was gently kissing Lu Zichu's forehead.
"Are you going to continue like this?" Tang Xingjin glanced at Tang Xingfei who was standing beside him, with an expression on his face that seemed to be unable to endure it any longer. "If you continue to treat him coldly, he will be someone else's."
These words seemed to have a great impact on Tang Xingfei. An unusual hint of doubt appeared in his usually cold eyes. This doubt made him take a step forward, but he stopped the next moment.
Yu Qirong let go of Lu Zichu and turned to look at another person.
"You are here too." Yu Qirong stared at the man and opened his mouth and said.
For a moment, Yu Qirong felt a little frightened, wondering if this person had seen his action. But he immediately scoffed at the idea. He had no substantial relationship with these two people, so what would it matter even if they saw it?
The man pursed his lips and looked at Yu Qirong steadily, then turned his gaze to look at Lu Zichu standing aside, and said politely: "I'm sorry. I want to talk to... him alone for a few words, can you please leave for a while?"
Lu Zichu glanced at the plain-looking man in front of him and felt that he posed no threat, but he still turned around and glanced at Yu Qirong.
Yu Qirong nodded, and Lu Zichu walked out of the pavilion, and suddenly there were only two people left in the pavilion.
"It seems like this is only our third meeting. I don't even know your name." Yu Qirong asked first, "What's your name?"
The man looked embarrassed, turned around and glanced at Lu Zichu's back, was silent for a moment, and answered irrelevantly, "Do you like him?"
Yu Qirong raised an eyebrow. She didn't expect this person to speak so bluntly.
He did not reply for a moment, but was misunderstood. The man's face looked even worse, and he felt as if he was surrounded by a dark aura. Yu Qirong felt as if he could even see the materialized black air.
He stretched out his hand and probed vaguely, only to find that this was indeed not an illusion. The black air had substance and was cool, as if it could penetrate into his body through the touch of his fingertips.
Yu Qirong only felt a chill on his body, and he couldn't hold back his cough. He turned his head and coughed twice in a low voice. A strange color flashed across his eyes and then disappeared.
Seeing Yu Qirong like this, the man suddenly relaxed and lost his momentum, and the black mist on his body disappeared instantly. He paused for a moment, suddenly took off his clothes and put them on Yu Qirong.
When he made this move, Yu Qirong immediately noticed that the black mist on his body, which had almost dissipated just now, vaguely reappeared.
Yu Qirong let him put the clothes on her in a daze, her fingers tightly grasping the front of the clothes, and raised her head again to ask him: "Do we know each other?"
"Of course, we have met twice..."
"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Yu Qirong looked depressed. He frowned slightly and looked at the man who didn't meet his aesthetic standards. After hesitating for a moment, he continued, "And what about those things on you just now..."
The man shook his head gently, stopping Yu Qirong from asking further questions. His deep, dark eyes seemed to contain many words, but in the end he just said briefly: "I can't say, but it will be soon. Please wait a little longer."
Wait again, it’s not time yet.
He had just used these words to perfunctorily deal with Lu Zichu, but now when Yu Qirong heard these words, he could not suppress his anger.
"I have never had much patience, and I hate waiting for people," Yu Qirong said in a low and depressed tone, with a layer of shadow covering her beautiful ruby-like eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, "So who do you think you are? Why do you want me to wait for you?"
These words almost broke the ice, but the person on the other side didn't react at all. Instead, he showed a great attitude of concession. He whispered, almost begging, "It will be ready soon. It will take at most two weeks... Can you wait for two weeks?"
"..." Yu Qirong clenched his teeth under his lips and looked at the man in front of him who was begging him. Finally, he closed his eyes and squeezed out a nasal "hmm" from his throat.
He trusted the man in front of him for no reason, as if it was engraved in his genes. He felt that this kind of trust was not good, but he had to trust.
Yu Qirong had a hunch that the secret this man kept might be able to explain the strange things that had happened to him recently.
"Oh, this," the man suddenly seemed to remember something and pointed at the sleeve of Yu Qirong's clothes, "This cufflink can suppress your...cold, keep it well."
Yu Qirong pulled the front of his clothes and touched the cufflinks that the man was talking about. When his fingers touched them, they were smooth and round, just like ordinary cufflinks.
He frowned, tilted his head, looked meaningfully at the looming black mist on him, and asked, "What about you?"
The man paused, a hint of concern ignited in his dark eyes. He shook his head: "It's okay with me... This was originally yours."
Yu Qirong never remembered having such a piece of clothing.
This person has beautiful eyes, but his speech is not in accordance with the rules, and he sounds very crazy. But Yu Qirong still chose to believe it, so he nodded, "I will."
"I'm leaving." The man turned around and looked back at Yu Qirong hesitantly, and said again as if he was worried: "You must wait for me."
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