Chapter 112

The police car in front opened the road and the police car at the back escorted it. In the dark, the sound of "Di ~ Wu ~ ~ Di ~ Wu ~ ~" was refreshing.

A white car mixed with two police cars swaggered and sped by all the way.

The emergency department was very quiet late at night. The nurse on duty sat behind the counter and took a nap.

A burst of rapid footsteps came, and the nurse on duty looked up alert.

police?

The sleepy insect ran away at once.

When the police approached, they found that he was followed by a man and a woman.

The boy is 1.85 meters tall, dressed in black, wearing a cap and mask, integrated with the night, cool and handsome.

The young nurse on duty immediately brightened her eyes.

The boy is handsome even with his hair. Although he can't see his face clearly, the cliff is a handsome man.

The girl beside him was a white skirt, cold and gentle, like the bright spring breeze in April.

One black and one white, one cold and one soft, extreme contrast and extremely harmonious.

The nurse on duty sighed from the bottom of her heart that the two were a perfect match, regardless of temperament, appearance and height.

"His arm is hurt. Can you deal with it temporarily?" Xu Huan asked.

The nurse looked at his back. Xu Huan frowned and his fingers buckled the table.

The nurse found a bleeding wound on the boy's arm and immediately said, "OK, please follow me."

The nurse led them to the emergency treatment room, took out the medical tray, and placed tweezers, cotton balls, disinfection iodophor and gauze tape on it.

"You sit here and I'll treat your wound." The nurse was a little afraid to look at the boy. He was very tall and stood down like a mountain in front of him. It made people nervous and felt safe at the same time.

The young Yiyan sat down on the stool and sat almost as high as she stood. The nurse smacked his tongue and his heart beat very fast.

She was about to pick up the tweezers when a girl's gentle voice sounded in her ear.

"I'll do it."

The nurse was stunned. A slender white hand passed through her eyes and picked up the tweezers.

She thought to herself that what the poem said was like cutting onion roots, white wrists and frosting snow.

The boy looked up, and she saw that those beautiful eyes were like the brightest star in the dark sky, frozen on the girl.

The stars always surround the moon, and the girl's face is as bright as the silver moon.

Mingjing took tweezers in his hand, picked up a cotton ball, impregnated with Iodophor, raised his eyes and looked at the eye curve flying platform.

Qu Feitai's eyes narrowed with laughter, "it's okay, I'm not afraid of pain."

Iodophor rubbed the wound, a cool feeling came from the wound, and then a cold pain. For Qu Feitai, this pain is equivalent to a mosquito bite.

From beginning to end, he didn't even frown.

Just now we could sell it properly. If we still do so, we will be self defeating.

Under the light, the girl's face was like a silver moon, and her long eyelashes covered her eyelids. She looked serious and gentle.

They were very close. The light fragrance on the girl floated into the tip of her nose. Qu Feitai felt that her heart beat suddenly faster, some out of control, and her brain was blank for a moment due to short-term hypoxia.

He suddenly raised his hand over his chest and frowned.

Mingjing put down his tweezers and asked, "what's wrong with him?"

He grabbed his other hand and put his finger over his pulse.

The mirror frowns deeper.

Why does the pulse jump so fast?

Her fingertips were as warm and cool as jade, and his skin was as hot as fire. At the moment of contact, it was like an electric current jumping into all parts and bones. Qufeitai suddenly stopped, stood up and went out quickly.

Throw down a sentence: "it's all right." People are gone.

The man reacted strangely, and Mingjing shook his head helplessly.

The nurse looked around the whole process and wanted to remind me that the girl's face was warm and light, and there was no shame. She knew it was useless to say it. Maybe it would affect something, so she shut up honestly.

Mingjing went out of the processing room. Xu Huan came over and asked strangely, "what's the matter with him?"

The mirror shook his head.

In the dark, Qu Feitai covered his chest with one hand. After a long time, his heart beat slowly calmed down.

Leaning back against the wall, he turned and looked out of the window.

There is a curved moon in the sky, and the moon is as bright as water.

Stars like chess scattered all over the sky, reflected in the bottom of the youth's eyes.

Young don't know the taste of worry, fall in love with the first floor, fall in love with the second floor.

Strong sorrow for new words.

Once upon a time, I despised the world's infatuated men and women and claimed to be sober and alone, but I didn't know that one day, you will become a person in the play

I only sigh that my clothes are becoming wider and wider, and I am haggard for Iraq.

Only hate beauty, such as looking for, boundless wind and moon.

Qu Feitai suddenly laughed. The laughter was low, penetrating his chest and echoing in the night.

——

Qu Feitai came out of the emergency department and got on the roadside car.

Mingjing didn't say a word about his sudden departure.

On the way to the police station, the atmosphere in the car was strangely quiet.

"Have you received the tickets for the concert?" The low voice of the flying platform broke the silence in the carriage.

Mingjing was stunned: "did you send the ticket?"

"The introduction told me that I sent it directly to you. I'm glad you like my concert."

Mingjing didn't explain his misunderstanding, but said thank you faintly.

"Please invite me to dinner." Qu Feitai said.

The mirror nodded, "OK."

"Two meals."

The mirror nodded.

The dull nature of Mingjing makes most people feel bored, but Qu Feitai is becoming more and more interesting.

If one day, this placid face has the look raised by him, he will die without regret.

"I'll fix the time and place."

"OK."

"Give me your cell phone."

The mirror glanced at him.

Qu Feitai explained, "I'll save my mobile phone number, otherwise how can I contact you?"

Mingjing didn't notice the direct logical relationship between her mobile phone and his contact with her.

This man helped her tonight. Although Mingjing doesn't need his help, the kind-hearted man Mingjing is always willing to agree to his harmless requests.

Spiegel, give him your cell phone.

There is no password on the mobile phone. Qu Feitai unlocked it after a stroke. There is no redundant entertainment app on the home page except wechat, which is enough to see how boring this person is at ordinary times.

Qu Feitai clicked on the dial, entered his mobile phone number and dialed it out. The young man's clear and soft song suddenly sounded, a very magical melody and a very nice song.

This is the main song of qufeitai's first album. It has always been his mobile phone ring tone.

Qu Feitai didn't hang up. The song kept circling in the carriage. Qu Feitai raised his mouth and looked at the mirror.

Mingjing listened carefully, "is this the song you wrote?"

Qu Feitai's eyebrows and eyes soared, "does it sound good?"

Mingjing nodded: "nice to hear."

Qu Feitai is like a good student praised by the teacher, laughing more proudly.

He saved his number in the address book of Spiegel and secretly remarked a name, which seemed to be a bad thing, with guilty eyes.

Mingjing's mobile phone ringtone is the system's own. Qu Feitai's hands rise and fall, and changed to the same ringtone as himself.

When he withdrew from the address book, he paid special attention.

There are only five contacts in Mingjing's address book. There are no names, only numbers.

Then he is the sixth.

And the remark name is very eye-catching among a group of numbers.

Qu Feitai's satisfied lip hook.

He took Mingjing's mobile phone to beat the drum. Mingjing didn't look at it or ask a question. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he were asleep.

Qu Feitai turned and looked at her. The girl's white face was bright and dark in the dark carriage, just as his heart was sinking and floating at the moment.

Qu Feitai holds the mobile phone, and the body seems to be contaminated with her temperature, which invades his heart a little.

The light and shadow outside the window, neon flashing, staggered and mottled light and shadow fell on his eyes through the window.

Zhu Mingjing.

He whispered her name.

Why do you even have a secret sense of happiness when you read her name.

When the police station arrives, the mirror opens his eyes.

Qu Feitai handed her the mobile phone. Mingjing didn't ask any more. He took it, put it in his pocket, got off and left.

Qu Feitai sighed and suddenly felt that the road was long.

——

After taking notes, it's already twelve o'clock in the night.

Qu Feitai's car was driven by Xu Huan's colleagues and gave him the key.

"Thank you tonight. Go back and have a good rest."

Without looking at him again, he got into the car and disappeared.

Qu Feitai sighed. At this time, Xu Huan chased out: "has Miss Zhu gone? Zhu Xiangxiang forgot to give her her her mobile phone. Forget it, send it to her tomorrow."

Qu Feitai said, "give me your cell phone and I'll send it to her."

When Xu Huan took notes just now, he knew that he was a big star Qu Feitai. Recently, he came to Jiangzhou for a concert. The Department held meetings almost every day to emphasize public security and traffic problems. On the 29th, it was estimated that there were thousands of people in the streets.

This big star is actually Miss Zhu's friend. It seems that the relationship between them is not general.

Xu Huan feels a little broken.

He thought that since he was Miss Zhu's friend, it would be all right to give it to him, so he handed the mobile phone in the dust bag to Qu Feitai.

"Excuse me, Mr. qu."

When Qu Feitai was about to leave, Xu Huan hesitated and said, "Mr. Qu, can I venture to ask you... To sign for me? My sister likes you very much. If she had your signature, she would be crazy."

"Well, it's hard tonight, but my identity and please keep it confidential."

Xu Huan immediately promised: "don't worry, I will never tell anyone."

——

When Qu Feitai got out of the elevator, Huang Chao immediately opened the door and welcomed him out: "good boy, Amitabha, God bless, and finally came back safely." Then he closed his hands and worshipped at 14 places.

Qu Feitai jokingly said, "worship the wrong mountain. God is Christianity."

Huang Chaobai glanced at him: "no matter God or Buddha, just bless you. I incense him every day."

Qu Feitai took out his room card and opened the door. Huang Chao wanted to follow him in: "I tell you, it's going to be a concert soon. Be honest with me these days. Don't rush in the middle of the night..."

"Pa." His response was a snub.

Huang Chao touched his nose: "this smelly boy has a growing temper."

After taking a bath, Qu Feitai came out and wrote like a God while his inspiration burst out.

He looked at the results with satisfaction.

Turning out his mobile phone, he clicked in the latest missed call, saved it in the contact, changed the note name and marked special concern.

I found the micro signal along this mobile phone number.

The head picture is a handwritten brush word - Jing.

Her nickname is her name, Mingjing.

Simplicity is her style.

Personal profile has only eight words - Cangshan snow, bright candle Tiannan.

Qu Feitai immediately went to Du Niang and searched the source of these eight words, which originated from Yao Nai's record of climbing Mount Tai in the Qing Dynasty.

A magnificent and heroic spirit arises spontaneously, which is quite different from her calm and tranquil image.

This just shows that she is a woman with a narrow mind.

Qu Feitai sent a friend request and waited anxiously.

However, he waited all night and didn't pass.

Is his verification message too explicit? Or does Mingjing hate him

Qu Feitai has never tossed and turned so much, staring at the ceiling in the dark in a daze, feeling the passage of time a little, feeling sour, happy, or sad

This feeling of being led by others' emotions is too bad, but he doesn't want to change, and even enjoys it.

It is suffering and enjoyment.

At the moment when he was about to fall asleep and in a trance, the wechat sound suddenly sounded "Ding".

Qu Feitai woke up instantly and picked up his mobile phone in a hurry.

Yes, Spiegel passed his friend request.

The mobile phone screen lit up the boy's happy eyebrows and eyes.

However, when he looked at the time, he was stunned.

5:05 a.m.

Outside the window, the dawn broke and the sunrise rose.

The teenager threw away his cell phone, rolled back into the quilt and rolled around like a child.

What is a teenager?

There is the most secret joy.

And the warmest love.