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There was a large red mark on Lin Zhujin's head. Standing there, Li Sichen lay on his bed and half straightened up. He saw the wooden ship model thrown in his hand hit Lin Zhujin's head and landed on the ground. Lin Zhujin's feet.

For a moment, no one spoke in Li Sichen's bedroom.

Li Sichen stared at him blankly, and finally pursed his mouth tightly: "Who told you to come into my room casually!"

Lin Zhujin lowered his head, looked at the ship model at his feet and said nothing.

Li Sichen looked away from the red mark on his forehead, stared at his quilt, clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, and said in a tone of reluctance: "You deserve it, I didn't know you came in suddenly!"

Lin Zhujin bent down, picked up the model with the broken sail, put it on Li Sichen's desk, and walked to Li Sichen's bedside.

Li Sichen looked at him walking slowly, shrank back, and shouted stubbornly: "If you complain to Dad first, you can go and talk about it! Anyway... anyway, I'm not afraid at all you!"

"Have you eaten?" Lin Zhujin asked standing beside his bed.

Li Sichen was taken aback: "What..."

"Have you eaten? Aunt Wu's hibiscus soup is delicious today." Lin Zhujin looked at him.

Li Sichen suddenly stopped talking.

"Why are you angry?" Lin Zhujin looked at him and asked again.

Li Sichen lowered his head and said nothing.

Lin Zhujin looked at the hair on Li Sichen's head, was silent for a while and said, "I just brought you a towel, if you don't like it, I won't be like this from now on."

"Can I go to eat now?" Lin Zhujin really has no experience with children of this age group, he can't understand why Li Sichen loses his temper and refuses to eat, and even fights with his good friends Turning around, Li Sichen was obviously very obedient when Li Chenyin was at home.

"You obviously took it for him too..." Li Sichen lowered his voice a little, retorting dissatisfiedly.

This time it was Lin Zhujin's turn to be stunned, and he also took it, referring to Tong Xinhao?Aren't you two good playmates?And obviously at the beginning, you were the one who wanted to throw it to the ground in disdain, and when others wanted it, you started earning it again...

Lin Zhujin looked at Li Sichen's bristling hair, and thought that he might not have dried it, so he just sulked in the room all afternoon.

But what is there to be angry about?

He obviously hated himself so much, but he was still angry because he gave his good friend a towel like him.

Li Sichen's eyes moved to Lin Zhujin's originally smooth forehead, which was red and swollen: "Will you sue Dad?"

Lin Zhujin looked at the half-grown child in front of him, shook his head and said, "No."

"I said I knocked it down by accident, can I go eat now?" Lin Zhujin thought again that this could really move Li Chenyin out: "But if your father knows that you lose your temper at night and don't eat, he won't be happy .”

But I didn't expect that this sentence not only had no effect, but also aroused a bigger reaction from Li Sichen.

"My dad doesn't care about me at all, he only loves you!" Li Sichen's eyes suddenly turned red, and he yelled at Lin Zhujin.

"I can't refute you when you say that." Lin Zhujin replied sincerely.

"You...you..." Li Sichen wanted to call him a stinky vixen again, but before he could say it, his face flushed with anger, and tears fell down.

Lin Zhujin's head went numb on the spot.

"Don't cry...don't cry." He stretched out his hand to touch him, but felt that the little body under his hand was emitting an unusual heat, and his crying body twitched.

Lin Zhujin glanced at the butler: "Bring the thermometer, he seems to have a fever."

When Li Chenyin came back, he saw that the food in the living room hadn't been confiscated, and the food looked as if it hadn't been touched much.

The housekeeper said from the side: "Young master, you have a fever."

Li Chenyin walked to the second floor and saw Lin Zhujin sitting by the bed, Li Sichen's face was flushed, a wet towel was on his head, his eyes were closed as if he was asleep.

When his gaze turned to Lin Zhujin, Li Chenyin stretched out his hand to brush away the loose hair on his forehead: "What's going on."

Lin Zhujin blinked her eyes, and rubbed against Li Chenyin's palm: "It was accidental."

Li Chenyin asked again: "Didn't eat?"

"I ate a little." Lin Zhujin thought for a while and replied.

"Then go down first and eat some more with me."

Lin Zhujin followed Li Chenyin to stand up and went out.

When closing the door, he saw Li Sichen's head move, and the wet towel on his forehead was tilted.

He followed behind Li Chenyin, and suddenly said, "Your son hasn't eaten yet."

Li Chenyin's tone didn't fluctuate: "When he wakes up later, ask the butler to bring some porridge."

Lin Zhujin stopped talking.

Before going to bed at night, Li Chenyin wrapped ice cubes in a towel and placed them on the red and swollen spot on his forehead.

Lin Zhujin shrank from the ice, wrapped in the quilt, stretched out her hand and pushed Li Chenyin twice: "Don't do it, it's too cold, the swelling will subside by itself in two days."

"Don't move." Li Chenyin didn't listen to him, held down his troubled hand, and continued to apply ice to him.

Lin Zhujin frowned and didn't move anymore.

When he was about to fall asleep, he heard Li Chenyin say: "You were not so stupid before, why are you being bullied like this by a half-grown child now?"

Lin Zhujin opened his eyes: "What did you say?"

"I said you forgot to pick up the broken part of your sailboat model." Li Chenyin removed the towel wrapped in ice from Lin Zhujin's forehead.

The next morning, just as Lin Zhujin woke up, the phone rang, and it was Chang Ci's call.

"Mr. Lin, you haven't forgotten that you are still an artist of the Lin family." Chang Ci's voice rang in his ears.

Lin Zhujin turned over and put the phone on her ear: "Huh?"

"Work! Have you read all the documents I sent you! Why didn't you reply to the message!" Chang Ci was a little agitated by his attitude, but he suppressed his tone.

"I thought I was going to be hidden by the snow." Lin Zhujin said muttering.

"..." Chang Ci took a deep breath and then let it out, and said earnestly: "Now, your "Twin Dream" crew is waiting for you. Dare to bother you, I have called me more than a dozen times, when will you be back, young master?"

For a moment, Lin Zhujin thought he had traveled through time. He opened his eyes, turned his head, and the phone fell from his ear. He grabbed the phone and replied in doubt: "What? Didn't "Twin Dreams" replace me?" Is it? What does it mean that you are waiting for me to start filming now?"

"No, if you don't come back, the whole crew will stop filming." Chang Ci replied briefly.

"Then... what about Meng Xi?" Lin Zhujin frowned suspiciously, didn't he mean that he was replaced by Meng Xi to take over his role?

Moreover, I am entangled in black material, and I dare not go out much recently, for fear of being shot in the head by some black fan again.

Chang Ci was silent for a moment, and then said: "Leave him alone, are you recovering from your injury now? Chen Shi's calls are all coming to me."

"Okay, can you discuss with them and consider giving me some extra pay?" Lin Zhujin didn't feel that he was pushing himself too far.

The silence on Chang Ci's side lasted longer, and after a while he said: I will try my best. "

Lin Zhujin got up and tidied himself up. His hair had grown very long, hanging down to his shoulders. He took a hair rope and tied it up.

After washing and coming out, he looked at the mottled scar on the inside of his wrist, looked at it with lowered eyelids for a while, and then put it back in his sleeve.

Li Chenyin has been very kind to him recently, and sometimes she quarrels with him at night, but she doesn't train herself again, and she rarely even makes a loud voice.

And sometimes when I look at myself, the emotion in my eyes is dim, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Lin Zhujin's heart tightened, he must have discovered something, right?

Thinking of this, Lin Zhujin quickly took out his cell phone and found the call Wang Lianqing sent to him last time.

After the call, it seemed that an assistant picked it up and made an appointment with him, but Lin Zhujin was still a little uneasy.

When Lin Zhujin came downstairs, Li Sichen was eating breakfast in the living room with his calves dangling. He looked not very energetic, but his face had returned to normal.

Lin Zhujin sat down to eat, Li Sichen glanced at him, then looked away.

Unusually, he didn't take the initiative to provoke Lin Zhujin anymore, and he didn't have any expression on his face, and he didn't mock or yell at him to lose his temper.

The two had a peaceful breakfast together.

Lin Zhujin went to the location sent by the assistant at night, and the location was not remote.

The appearance of this psychological counseling room does not look fancy, but it looks very simple and elegant. When you walk in, you feel that the environment is quite good, and the main color is warm and calm.

Lin Zhujin walked to the room of the psychiatrist she had reserved, the third-to-last room on the second floor.

When he got there, Ning opened the door, but saw a familiar face, he was a little surprised, closed the door and looked at the room number, turned his head and called out to the person in front of him tentatively: "Sister-in-law?"