Sheng Qing made Zong Ying in his eyes, simple and confusing. Reading at zero

She is extremely active, her style is direct and seldom calculated, and she has an almost pure obsession, but he doesn't know much about her life, even though he has observed many of her personal items up close.

He knew what she was majoring in and had a little bit of interest in her, but he didn't understand why the girl in the photo frame didn't smile anymore after a certain point in time, and he couldn't understand the reason why she made a will at such an age.

Probably because there was too much exploration hidden in his eyes, Zong Ying looked up at him for a while, and answered the question that he couldn't say——

Why make a will?

"Be prepared," she said.

The tone is calm, but there is an unshakable firmness. From this point of view, she is not a rash and rough person, she has her own thoughts and opinions, and she is even quite thoughtful.

After Zong Ying finished speaking, he turned on the phone, and the screen showed only 15% of the battery, without any signal, the time was 19:00 on August 16th.

"There are still three hours, please go back to the apartment as soon as possible, it will be safe." She said and turned off the power of the mobile phone, and then continued: "The lock of the apartment has been changed, I have left a spare key in the entrance cabinet, you can take."

She seems to have accepted the "trouble" brought by Sheng Qingrang quite calmly, and is consciously adapting to this unreasonable life.

Sheng Qing let see her take out the last Black Devil from the crushed cigarette case. The black gold roll wrapping the tobacco was crumpled. She lightly squeezed the end and the end with both hands, twisting it slowly, but she never lit it. .

He suddenly handed her a box of matches, then put the sex and pen and paper into the bag, and got up to leave.

When he reached the door, Zong Ying picked up the box of matches and subconsciously took care of him: "Sleep well tonight, Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Qing made his heart, which had been racing too fast due to lack of sleep, suddenly stop for a while. Someone noticed his fatigue and gave good wishes, which was an unprecedented experience for him.

He didn't know how to deal with it, so he simply lowered his head and hurried out, hurrying back to Apartment 699.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Sheng Qing let Shun find the spare key left by Zong Ying in the entrance cabinet and went out.

In the wind, only the heat of the day remains, the body feels comfortable, and the night is beautiful. The bright street lights that are lit all the way are a sign of sufficient electricity in the peaceful era; Fatong gently shakes the blades in the weak east wind, leisurely and stable; on the road, pedestrians and vehicles are chasing each other, and the shops on the roadside are not worried about being looted... all of them An impossible situation in wartime.

Sheng Qing made a right turn and entered the hospital gate. An ambulance Ula Ula galloped past him. He stopped when he heard the sound, and saw a taxi parked steadily at the entrance of the building.

He remembered that the first meeting with Zong Ying was also in a taxi. The first time he came back to this hospital, it was also because of that chance encounter.

After Zong Ying got out of the car that day, the taxi drove out of the hospital, and soon he got out of the car, and turned back to the hospital but did not see Zong Ying again. He planned to go back to the apartment, but it suddenly rained, so he held up Zong Ying's print. "9.14" and the umbrella of the Mobius ring, left the hospital.

He probably didn't know that Zong Ying saw him upstairs.

After regaining his senses, Sheng Qing let him walk quickly into the pharmacy. The cold white lights are shrouded in, the air conditioner blows down vigorously, and there is a cool herbal smell in the store. The old pharmacist in a white coat leaned behind the counter to read a magazine. Hearing footsteps, he pressed down on his reading glasses, raised his eyes to avoid the glasses and looked at Sheng Qingrang: "What kind of medicine do you buy?"

Sheng Qing was worried about buying the wrong one, so he took the list written by Zong Ying to the pharmacist.

The other party pushed the reading glasses again and squinted to identify it carefully. Then he went to the counter to get two boxes of medicine and said, "Have you just given birth to a child at home?"

Sheng Qingrang nodded, took out the pill and handed it over.

The old pharmacist frowned: "You still swipe your card for dozens of dollars, so you don't get any change?"

He only had fiat currency in his wallet, so he could only answer: "Sorry, no."

The old pharmacist had no choice but to call a young man next to him, and then settled the bill for him.

He put the medicine box in his briefcase and hurried out the door to find the store that was open until 12 o'clock in the evening.

There are good-looking fruit baskets at the door of the store. There are few customers inside. Various commodities are piled up on the shelves, most of which are necessities for hospitalization. There is a special row of shelves in the far west, full of newborn supplies. The categories are complete, but there is room for choice. Very small, it saves the hesitation.

Sheng Qing let stand under the lamp and carefully read the formula instructions of the milk powder. He didn't see why, so he simply gave up.

He checked the list to buy everything, and went to checkout with a basket. Sheng Qiushi happened to come in and buy a can of hot coffee, standing in line behind him.

After the cashier swiped the card and asked him to enter the password, he tore up the form and signed it for him, and the card was placed on the counter.

At this time, Sheng Qiushi, who was standing behind him, suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked closely at the letter and card on the cabinet. The front of the card had the pinyin of "ZONG YING" printed on it.

Sheng Qiushi glanced at the situation, and the signature on the POS purchase order was fluently signed with the word "Zongying".

The name is uncommon, and the card is familiar.

Sheng Qiushi couldn't help but looked at him a few more times, only to see that he put the goods into plastic bags one by one, almost all baby products.

Sheng Qiushi frowned suspiciously, not knowing that Sheng Qing suddenly looked back at this time.

This glance made Sheng Qiu really stunned, until the cashier reminded him that he quickly recovered. He gave the money in a hurry, Sheng Qiushi didn't even want change, he went straight out, but only the vast darkness greeted him, and Sheng Qingrang was nowhere to be seen.

Sheng Qing let him leave the hospital and return to the apartment, check the list, everything is ready, only one change of clothes is left——

It's Zong Ying's change of clothes.

Sheng Qingrang was in trouble. He didn't know where to put the clothes and what clothes were needed. He could only blame himself for not asking clearly.

He washed his hands, walked to the door of Zong Ying's bedroom for a few seconds, and finally pressed the doorknob, pushed open the door, and clicked the dome light switch.

The dim yellow light came on, and the old sixteen-pane windows came into view. A wooden bed was next to the east wall, and two large drawers were placed side by side on the west wall. The furniture was few and practical.

He opened the chest of drawers on the right, and smoothly found a shirt and trousers from it, but because of the long pressing time, the clothes were wrinkled and needed to be ironed.

Just as he was about to take it upstairs to be ironed, Sheng Qingrang suddenly remembered something, so he turned back to the bedroom, but he was not sure whether to continue flipping—

Does she need to change underwear? need.

He made a decision under the dim overhead light, then leaned over to open the drawer, and pulled out a pair of clean cotton socks.

Then he turned to the left chest of drawers, opened the first layer, and found no underwear; opened the second layer, no; the third layer and the fourth layer, still no... The last layer, only a briefcase-sized lying alone hardcover brochure.

The pitch-black cover is clean, and the right side is sealed by an elastic bandage, without a wisp of dust. It is a self-restrained aesthetic, like a black box that keeps secrets.

Sheng Qing let him read it for a long time, then bent down to take out the booklet, untied the straps, and solemnly opened the first page——

A black and white one-inch photo was pasted in the center, and the photo studio cut out lace for it. The protagonist of the photo is a young beauty, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender neck, short hair and keen eyes.

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Zong Ying is very similar to her.

Looking back, there are a few group photos, one of which Sheng Qing had seen in Zong Ying's bookcase, a group photo of college graduation.

This beauty graduated in 1982 with a major in pharmacy. Later, she was sent to study abroad and went to the United States.

Shortly after returning to China, she got married, and soon had a child. After that, there were few photos, replaced by numerous newspaper clippings - newspaper news, magazine interviews, academic articles, and life seemed to be occupied by careers.

Page by page, Sheng Qing let him see the news about the establishment of Xinxi Pharmaceutical. The blurred black and white photos on the yellowed newspapers could vaguely identify the founder, not only this beauty, but also the last time he was there. Seen in the news - Zong Ying's father.

It was followed by an interview article, at the end of the interview, she stated her ideals and determination for independent drug development.

After that, there were several research papers, Sheng Qingrang read them one by one, and the clock in the living room rang.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the booklet was about to turn to the end, with only two pages left.

One page posted the news that the new drug independently developed by Xinxi Pharmaceutical was about to be launched, and the last page was also news with the title "Yan Man, Director of Xinxi Pharmacy Research Office, fell from a building and died, suspected of suffering from depression before his death."

At this time, Sheng Qing let only one hard cover left in his hand, and the front cover was turned over. The back cover was the end, and the end of this beauty's life.

Sheng Qing let him read it word by word, remembering only one date—September 14th.

On this day, Zong Ying's mother Yan Man, Gao Zhui died, in the new building that Xinxi was about to open.

Sheng Qing let the back cover closed, but suddenly found a gold-gilt Mobius ring in the center of the back cover.

He has seen this symbol in Zong Ying more than once. There is only one side in this circle. It is drawn from a point and will eventually return to this point - it is the starting point and the end point, like a reincarnation.

At the same time, Sheng Qiushi, who was on the night shift in the hospital, had just returned to the downstairs consultation room after patrolling the ward, and his mobile phone vibrated in his white coat.

He picked up the phone, and his sister's impatient voice came from there: "I only found two, I have scanned them and sent them to you, you can check the mailbox yourself." Then came the yawning complaints: "Brother, you Calculate the time difference, it's 4 o'clock in the morning here! I wrote my thesis at 2 o'clock yesterday, and I haven't woken up yet. You have to call me up to look through old photos, it's inhumane, I'm going to sleep goodbye……"

Sheng Qiushi didn't have time to say a word, and the phone was hung up.

He ignored the beeping sound coming from the other end, and quickly opened his mobile phone mailbox. "Checking mail..." was displayed at the bottom, and the update could not be updated.

The signal in the hospital was poor, and he became more impatient. In the end, he couldn't wait, so he walked downstairs quickly through the stairwell.

Out of the building, standing under the dim street lights, the bottom of the mailbox finally displayed the words "Just updated, 1 unread".

He hurriedly clicked on the unread email, and the text page posted two black and white photos from the past.

In the dim light, he tapped the screen to zoom in on one of the group photos, and finally saw the familiar face in the middle of the back row, which was exactly the same.

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