weightlessness

Wang Lianqing heard the silence, and asked, "Are you still listening?"

Li Chenyin came back to his senses after a while, and replied, "I'm listening."

Wang Lianqing also paused for a moment, and then said: "I know it's very difficult, but he finally came back to you. After so many years, you love him too. Can't we just live together in the future?"

Unexpectedly, these words aroused Li Chenyin's great reaction, and his throat was suppressed: "Speak lightly, you are his friend, of course you help him talk, live with him, hold him and listen to him calling other men It’s not you who’s been named for so many years!”

Wang Lianqing was taken aback by Li Chenyin's sudden change of mood, and then asked back belatedly: "Why did you suddenly ask me about Guan Shan? Didn't you say you were not interested at the beginning?"

Li Chenyin was silent for a while, then replied: "He woke up in the middle of the night last night..."

When Lin Zhujin came to look for Wang Lianqing again, her body had already recovered.

He drove a black Porsche and went to Wang Lianqing to get the USB flash drive.

When Wang Lianqing came down, he saw that his brows and eyes were still deep, and the sides of his cheeks were not as thin as when he saw him last time, and he looked expressionless. He was still good-looking, but he looked a little cold and unkind. He was wearing a dark suit. In a black windbreaker, with his breasts folded together, he leaned against the car door and waited for him.

Wang Lianqing walked over and whistled, "Yo, Mr. Lin."

Listening to the voice, Lin Zhujin stood up straight and said, "Slowly."

Wang Lianqing twirled the USB flash drive back and forth on his fingertips a few times before throwing it over: "That's why you should be in a hurry." Then he asked: "What's in it?"

Lin Zhujin looked at him with a disbelieving expression: "Didn't you read it?"

"Look at what you said, isn't this your privacy? How could I presume to read it casually?" Wang Lianqing said with a laugh.

"The dance choreographed by Guan Shan, the others have been deleted." Lin Zhujin said without any concealment, "I'm going to find Wen Ding to help me re-arrange it."

Wang Lianqing wrote his astonishment on his face without concealment: "You still want to dance that dance!? Didn't you just walk down the ground?"

Lin Zhujin's eyes moved slightly, and the eyelids drooped down, covering the surging emotions in his eyes and said: "I can't jump anymore, I need to change the movements of my legs, I can't do some movements."

Wang Lianqing asked again: "Then why are you looking for Wen Ding?"

"As they said in the dance hall, Wen Ding's dance style is very similar to that of the teacher back then, and his dance is very spiritual. The most important thing is that I don't know anyone else except him." Lin Zhujin then said as if resigned to fate: "Besides, I have been away from this stage for too long, and many things cannot be picked up at once. It seems that the basic movements are still there, but in fact it is just a skeleton. Those forms I can't even grasp the emotional expression." When he said this, his eyes seemed to be looking far away, and he looked so empty.

Lin Zhujin, no matter how bad he is, he seldom admits that he is not good enough. He has always been used to being arrogant and reckless.

Wang Lianqing saw his fingers rubbing unnaturally, and he knew that it was his smoking addiction.

"Does your family know?" Wang Lianqing asked.

"I don't know." Lin Zhujin said: "It will take at least half a year for my legs to jump again, and I can't jump with difficult moves, so don't worry, find someone to change the moves first."

"Oh? Then what are you going to do at home during this time?"

"Teaching husband and son." Lin Zhujin raised an eyebrow.

Wang Lianqing burst out laughing: "All right, all right, husband and son." He patted Lin Zhujin on the shoulder, let out a breath, and stood up straight.

"It's nothing, I'll go back." Wang Lianqing's cell phone rang, and he took it out to have a look, then put it back in his pocket.

"What's the rush? It's not that the family property has already been earned."

"I got it, but I have to hold it firmly. The tail has not been taken away yet." Wang Lianqing waved to Lin Zhujin to leave after speaking.

"Hey, wait." Lin Zhujin stopped him.

"What else is there?" Wang Lianqing turned to look at him.

"Give me the contact information of the psychiatrist you said you wanted to find me last time."

"What? Didn't you say you're not sick?" Wang Lianqing looked at him with a half-smile, "Did you scratch yourself again after you went back?"

"No, how dare I scratch myself in front of him again." Lin Zhujin couldn't help rolling her eyes in her heart, even carefully fearing that he would get angry again, not to mention choking him like before, or making him lose his temper.

"Isn't that nice?"

Lin Zhujin shook his head: "In this month, I have had two times, one in the middle of the afternoon and one in the early morning. I couldn't breathe, and then I would sweat all over my body, with a fast heartbeat, that kind of palpitation and chest tightness. Feeling panicked, I checked it online, and people said it was an anxiety disorder.”

Wang Lianqing: "..." Good fellow, this has already cured myself.

He recalled in his heart the last time Li Chenyin called him, so there were three times in this month.

You are more than just an anxiety disorder, you have a lot more problems.

"Is there any more?" Wang Lianqing asked.

"What?" Lin Zhujin looked puzzled.

"Any other symptoms?"

"When those physical symptoms occur, some things will flash in my mind, but I can't remember them clearly." Lin Zhujin's expression seemed to be trying to remember, his eyelashes trembled, and he said helplessly: "I I'm afraid that Li Chenyin will find out that I'm sick."

Wang Lianqing wanted to say that he had found out, and he wanted to ask why he couldn't tell him frankly, but seeing Lin Zhujin's expression, he finally took out his mobile phone and sent Lin Zhujin a phone number.

When Lin Zhujin went back, Li Sichen was playing in the yard with a little boy who was about his age, each of them was holding a water pipe, and they were watering the flowers.

He recognized it as Tong Xinhao.

Lin Zhujin walked over, thinking that the two children would come to provoke him like last time, but unexpectedly, Li Sichen just gave him a disdainful glance, and then turned his gaze to the water pipe in his hand superior.

Lin Zhujin shrugged inwardly, went back to the house, plugged the USB drive into the computer, and then greeted Wen Ding, but Wen Ding didn't reply for a long time, so he sent the video again.

Still no reply.

But Wen Ding is probably very busy, I heard that he has several performances to rehearse recently.

Lin Zhujin didn't wait there any longer. When he stood up, he saw two children downstairs outside the window, holding water pipes and spraying water at each other. Their feet were covered with mud, and some flowers were broken. Yes, the two children are playing ecstasy.

The housekeeper looked like he wanted to stop but didn't dare to stop.

After a while, the two children returned to the living room, leaving muddy footprints all over the floor of the living room.

The two children went to Li Sichen's bedroom to change clothes and take a bath. When they came out, they were all steamy and their hair was still dripping. They were about to go to the playroom to play games.

The butler didn't listen to his persuasion, and followed behind with a bitter face.

Lin Zhujin came out of the room and went downstairs to pour water. Seeing Li Sichen's wet hair, he turned back to the room, went to get a towel, and put it directly on Li Sichen's head: "Wipe your head."

Li Sichen was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, pulling the towel off his head and about to throw it: "Who cares about your fake kindness!"

Tong Xinhao saw it, and suddenly reached out to pick it up: "You don't want it, I want it, my clothes are all wet."

Li Sichen suddenly grabbed hold of it and couldn't let go: "Then mine is still wet, it's for me, why should I give it to you?"

"You just said no." Tong Xinhao shouted.

"Who said..."

The two children were playing together just now, looking like they were laughing and laughing, but in the blink of an eye they were about to fight over a towel.

Lin Zhujin had no choice but to go back and take another one for Tong Xinhao: "Don't grab it, isn't there still one?"

Li Sichen watched Tong Xinhao take the towel that was exactly the same as his own in Lin Zhujin's hand, and suddenly gave Lin Zhujin a hard look, and threw the towel in his hand to the ground: "Whoever wants it, I want it." It’s not rare anymore!” After finishing speaking, he closed the door, and the people outside could clearly hear the sound of locking the door inside.

Lin Zhujin had a headache for a while, he is not a person who can coax children and take care of them.

When it was time for dinner, the door of Li Sichen's room was still tightly locked.

The night Li Chenyin came back, Lin Zhujin was sitting in the living room downstairs eating alone. Halfway through the meal, the butler was there, and his nose was not his nose, his eyes were not his eyes, and he said, "Young Master hasn't eaten yet..., you this...."

Lin Zhujin stopped with his chopsticks. He thought what he could do. He is such an old man, and he doesn't really care about anything with Li Sichen, let alone he is Li Chenyin's son.

But Li Sichen clearly hated him so much, if he knocked on the door to call him, then the kid would be able to listen?

However, it is true that the housekeeper cannot do what he can do.

It's like he can put a towel directly on Li Sichen's head, but the housekeeper can't, he can only persuade him earnestly from the side.

No matter how Lin Zhujin was, he was also Li Chenyin's sidekick.

Lin Zhujin put down his chopsticks and thought to himself, that's all.

I used to think that if I lived with Li Chenyin for a long time in the future, I would never be able to get around the hurdle of Li Sichen.

He walked to the second floor, knocked on the door, and said in a friendly voice, "Li Sichen, come out for dinner."

The sound of a heavy object hitting the door: "Don't eat, don't bother me."

Lin Zhujin shifted his gaze to the housekeeper and asked, "Is there no spare key for this room?"

The butler nodded and said, "Yes." He signaled the servant downstairs to get it quickly with his eyes.

Lin Zhujin got the key handed over by the servant trot all the way, and turned the door open. As soon as he opened the door, another object slammed over him: "If you don't want to eat, who let you in!"

Lin Zhujin's eyes went dark, it was a wooden ship model, coming directly towards him, he didn't dodge it for a while, and was smashed right on.

The housekeeper and the servants all exclaimed.

Everyone thought that a big one and a small one were going to start a big battle.

Lin Zhujin stood there, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead for a long while. If there was no bleeding, it was not broken, but his forehead was hot and a little painful.

He sighed, thinking that he forgot to let the butler walk in front just now.