Chapter 240 He had a long dream
Usually at this time Murong Qiao is busy sitting in front of the computer, but now that he has gone to bed early, it is hard not to worry.
She replied to Yang Xin, 【It's not easy to say, if you don't tell Huo Xiaocao about this, he must have a solution. 】
After all, it's someone else's private matter. The two of them are roommates after all. It's useless to worry about it. It's better to let Huo Yichen comfort Qiao Qiao, it will definitely work.
Looking at Leng Yan's suggestion, Yang Xin's eyes lit up immediately, and the worries in his heart were swept away by these words.
yes! Huo Xiaocao will definitely make Jojo happy!
Murong Qiao, who was lying on the bed, didn't know what the two roommates were thinking. Now she was lying on the bed to empty her mind, and when she heard the phone vibrate again, she directly chose to turn it off.
"Hi, the number you are calling is off...Hi, the number you are calling..."
Nanxuan listened to the repeated notification tone on the phone, and threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand irritably.
After Murong Qiao hung up the phone, except for the first time he was able to dial, the rest were all this reminder.
He stood up unsteadily, holding on to the chair next to him with his hands, but seeing the double image, his hands also flew into the air, and he fell **** his face to the ground without holding on.
The **** smell permeated the nasal cavity, making Nan Xuan feel a little nauseous. He stood up staggeringly, without thinking about anything. After more than ten seconds, he raised his hand and wiped his nose belatedly.
Dazzling red appeared on the finger, Nan Xuan stared at the color of the blood, a disgusting impulse suddenly surged in his throat, and he vomited it out.
But he couldn't spit out anything, only the wine he just drank and returned the same way.
"Hmm—" He covered his head.
Head hurts…
Nanxuan's thoughts were surprisingly chaotic, and what made him unbearable was the pain in his head that was about to explode.
Relying on instinct, Nanxuan staggered out of the private room, his memory was stirred into countless fragments by the alcohol, and finally he only remembered that he fell on a soft bed.
But the headache symptoms did not disappear, he seemed to have had a long, long dream.
In the dream, he returned to Nan's house, back to the days when Nan Zhi and Nan Qiao were still there, but the direction of the story was completely different.
Nan Zhi is so well-behaved that it makes people feel soft-hearted, wishing she could do everything to her, but Nan Qiao still hates her so much, what she does makes everyone disgusted.
"Brother..." Nan Qiao in the dream was more obedient and less talkative.
Nanxuan seemed to be in a dream, and also like a bystander, watching a long and extremely real dream.
He saw the fallen flower pot, the starting point that changed everything, and saw himself looking at Nan Qiao disappointedly, saying that she was not like this before.
There was also Nan Jin's reprimand at that time, accusing Nan Qiao of beating Nan Zhi with his hands. Countless voices of abuse formed a world that made people almost mad, and Nan Qiao was the center of this world.
"No, that's not the case." He subconsciously argued. Watching Nan Qiao huddled up in the room.
The heart seems to be clenched tightly, and it takes effort even to breathe.
Now that she knew Nan Zhi's true face, when Nan Xuan looked back at everything, she realized that everyone believed in Nan Zhi's one-sided words, and never considered Nan Qiao's feelings, only knowing to blame her wholeheartedly.
And later...
"Nan Qiao, give way to my sister, she blocked the flower pot for you, you owe her this!"
"If it wasn't for you, Nan Zhi wouldn't be in a wheelchair... She just likes something, you let her."
"Give this share to Nan Zhi, Qiao Qiao, now that she is injured, she will have nothing to rely on in the future..."
Until the end, when I learned of Nan Qiao's death, I saw a completely different ending.
"Don't...don't, please..."
Seeing Nan Qiao being surrounded by a few hooligans, with a crying voice full of despair, Nan Xuan's heart seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss.
One night passed, and Murong Qiao was not affected by what happened last night at all. He got up early to wash up, and took his books to catch up with the class on the eighth morning.
Huo Yichen reserved a seat for her in advance, and sat at the back of the lecture hall.
"Here we come." Murong Qiao waved.
As soon as she walked into the classroom, she saw Huo Yichen sitting by the window, the slanting sunlight just hit half of his body, and the edges of his face and even his eyelashes were covered with a layer of golden light, which was terribly beautiful.
Huo Yichen got up and took her schoolbag, "I came very early today."
He knows Murong Qiao's schedule by heart. He always arrives ten minutes before the eighth class, but today he arrived twenty minutes ago.
"Wake up early." Murong Qiao returned to him and sat in his seat.
Although she tried her best not to let what happened last night affect her, she didn't sleep well enough and woke up after not sleeping for long.
Huo Yichen calmly put the cake he brought in front of Murong Qiao, observing her complexion, the first thing he noticed was the faint blue color under her eyes.
Last night, Yang Xin quietly told Murong Qiao about someone harassing Murong Qiao, and Huo Yichen was a little worried about her.
Murong Qiao stretched out her hand and picked up a piece of pastry and put it in her mouth. The sweet but not greasy aroma very well dilutes her early irritability. The pastry that melts in the mouth and has a floral fragrance is also good to satisfy hunger. It tastes soft, glutinous and sweet one after another One couldn't stop stuffing it into his mouth.
"Last night, Nanxuan called me." Murong Qiao said suddenly, "He was drinking and talking nonsense."
After eating the pastries, Murong Qiao, who was in a better mood, took the initiative to mention what happened last night. Huo Yichen didn't speak, but simply looked at Murong Qiao with those deep and calm eyes, trying to be a qualified listener.
Murong Qiao came early, and the extra few minutes were just used to talk about what happened last night. She briefly explained the phone call between the two of them, and then ate the last pastry with her lips pursed.
Huo Yichen reached out and touched her head with a comforting meaning. "Next time this kind of thing can be shared with me."
He acted intimately, and the gentleness towards Murong Qiao made the girls around secretly envious.
"I didn't think so much last night..." Murong Qiao smiled, a little embarrassed.
She didn't think there was anything at first, but when Huo Yichen said softly caring words, she suddenly felt that she was being held in her heart, and her every move was watched, even if she was a little bit unhappy, she would be always cared about.
She was blushing slightly, and the boys across the aisle were dumbfounded by her appearance.
Huo Yichen turned his body sideways to hide the eyes of others, and took advantage of the opportunity to plant a kiss on Murong Qiao's forehead, full of possessiveness.
Nanxuan's name was kept in Huo Yichen's heart, and he made a decision after spending time with Murong Qiao today.
The sunlight during the day should be warm and dazzling, but it was blocked by the thick bed curtain, so it couldn't shine on Nanxuan who was lying on the bed.
He slept very restlessly, frowning tightly, and his body trembled from time to time.
"Jojo!"
Nan Xuan sat up suddenly from the bed, with one hand still stretched forward, as if to leave something behind.
His expression was panicked, a heartache that he didn't even notice.
Nanxuan gasped for breath, trying to wake himself up, the sudden extra memory in his mind made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He thought it was just a dream, but after waking up, those things that happened were still vivid in his mind. It wasn't until after digesting that Nan Xuan woke up like a dream, and sat on the bed in a trance without saying a word for a long while.
(end of this chapter)