Meet the Brand Officer

Song Ziyuan sat cross-legged on the carpet, resting his chin on his hand, looking up at her who was blushing.

"It's changed." The corner of his lips pursed into a yuppie smile.

"You? Who?" She hesitated, ashamed to speak.

Seeing that the rosy cheeks were almost ripe, Song Ziyuan chuckled, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. The nurses changed the hospital gowns, and the home clothes were changed for you by the housekeeper. They were newly bought and washed. , dry, fragrant."

"Huh? I don't have any memory at all." Lin Xiyou smiled awkwardly, looked at the time, it was four o'clock in the morning, "I've been asleep for so long."

"Add another 24 hours." Song Ziyuan pointed to the date, and then reached out to touch her forehead, and it didn't feel so hot anymore.

"Before I go home, I'll take you to the hospital. I'm afraid you'll get hurt by falling into the water. Don't worry. But you're in a coma and you can't wake up no matter how you scream. You're scaring me to death!"

When he mentioned it again, he still had lingering fears in his heart, and he spoke out after deliberation: "After a comprehensive examination, the doctor said that the vital signs are all normal. It may be that... he was greatly stimulated. He subconsciously refused to wake up and fell into a deep sleep."

He paid attention to her emotions, saw her expression paused, and then relaxed his tone, "You, like a silkworm baby, is going to winter, so you wrap yourself in a thick cocoon, probably my day silkworm It's too warm to be too lazy to wake up?"

"You're hungry, there's shredded chicken porridge cooking outside." As he said that, he quickly ran to bring in a bowl, took a spoonful, and blew carefully: "Be careful it's hot."

Lin Xiyou's heart shuddered, she unnaturally avoided her caring gaze, and reached out to take the spoon, "I'll do it myself."

When handing over the handle of the spoon, the fingertips touch each other, slightly crispy and slightly numb, like the spring breeze blowing through the catkins.
She withdrew her hand like an electric shock, lowered her head and sipped the porridge.

The atmosphere was delicate for a moment, Song Ziyuan lightly squeezed his fingertips, touched his burning ears, broke the embarrassment with a dry smile, and asked nonsense "is it salty, light or not".

Listening to his caring chatter, Lin Xiyou quietly held the bowl and finished the drink in small sips. After a long silence, she mustered up her courage and looked up into his eyes, "Why are you so kind to me?"

Song Ziyuan's heart skipped a beat, fearing that if he answered wrongly, he would be lost forever.

"Because you deserve it!"

He smiled, not daring to speak too bluntly. He was also afraid that he would not have the ability to love.

She shook her head with a smile, and lightly parted her pale lips, "It's not worth it, you are too kind to me, I still don't know."

"Then don't pay it back." He blurted out.

"I'm sorry," she said frankly.

He was so angry that he wanted to poke her on the forehead, "How can there be so many clear-cut things in this world! Kindness is mutual, even fools know that whoever treats you well, you can treat him well, too?"

"You call me a fool?"

Song Ziyuan got angry and blurted out: "I mean, you are kind to me too!"

Lin Xiyou paused, her forehead was stuck, and she didn't know how to answer.

He hurriedly made amends: "It's also good for me to fry sun-dried eggs for me and prepare breakfast for me. I'll never be clear about the fact that you accompany me to overcome my inner fear."

"Some things, some meanings, really don't count like that."

His tone was extremely helpless, and she lowered her head in thought.

The two remained silent for a long time, but he was the one who spoke first: "You are always used to hiding your true self, always trying to cut off the connection with the outside world, and enclose yourself in a clean and deserted place. Why?"

As soon as he finished asking, he regretted it, blaming himself for not holding back and exposing her scars.

"I'm sorry, I just"

I'm just worried, I just feel sorry for your strength
Lin Xiyou lowered her head, a tear fell from the corner of her eye, "On my 12th birthday, my father disappeared, and my mother went to the police. Within two days, my mother received a call and asked us to claim it."

"The wind at the beach was very strong that day, and it hurt my face. I watched my father's car rising from the sea level. It was soaking wet, and the water slowly fell in front of our eyes."

"The rescue team opened the car, my mother hurriedly covered my eyes, but I still saw him sitting in the driver's seat, wearing a seat belt, just like he used to drive me to play, waiting for me with a smile Climbed into the car, but it didn't look like he got up from the sea that day, swollen, pale, silent, and never looked at us again."

Her voice trembled and she shivered, her whole body was as cold as if she had been soaked in the deep sea in the cold winter.

Song Ziyuan's eyes were red, his Adam's apple slipped, and finally he hugged the blanket silently, covered her hair, and wrapped her body tightly.

He gently spread out his palms and wrapped her cold little hands in warm ones, "Instead of me, I'll let you warm me up."

She was greedy for warmth, so she didn't break away, and continued to speak slowly: "The official investigation is that my dad lost control of his drunken driving, rushed out of the winding mountain road, and fell into the sea with the car, which was judged to be an accident."

"But the media reporters who heard the news said that according to the news they dug up, just the day before my dad disappeared, an accident happened on the construction site contracted by their construction company, killing several workers. They insisted that The person responsible for the accident was my dad."

"A lot of people gathered around us. The cameras were like black holes in the abyss. Microphones were placed in all directions, pointing at our faces. They asked us in a hurry, whether my dad committed suicide in fear of crime, whether we knew the inside story, How do you plan to deal with the follow-up and resettle the families of the victims..."

"We answered 'no, no, impossible', but they were not satisfied with the answer. In order to grab the scoop, they were like bloodthirsty ghosts, smelling blood, biting us frantically, and asking more and more questions. It's so sharp, it smeared my dad beyond recognition."

"Then, another group of people rushed towards us, venting their anger towards us. My mother held me tightly in her arms. We tried our best, but we couldn't squeeze out the layers of encirclement."

"They claimed to be the family members of the dead workers, and they want to ask for an explanation, let us give them justice"

Lin Xiyou's tears rolled down, her body couldn't stop trembling, and she choked up in a low voice: "But we also just lost our family."

Song Ziyuan's eyes were bursting with pain, he wrapped his long arms around her, hugged her tightly, and stroked the top of her hair one by one.

"Tears don't distinguish between gender, inside and outside, and time." His voice was soft and gentle like water.

Lin Xiyou could no longer restrain the sadness in her heart, and cried bitterly.
"They all said that my father was a murderer. He disregarded the life and death of the workers in order to make profits secretly. After an accident, he was afraid of taking responsibility and committed suicide in fear of crime." She said with a hoarse voice, firmly said: "But I don't believe it. There must be something hidden behind it. "