give you a soft spot

The other party just said "Hello".

I hung up the phone quickly.

Before playing wildly, confirm that the number is completely correct.

I was in a bad mood, and I didn't hear my mother's words in my heart at that time, but every sentence became clear.

"Do you think you really know him after liking him through the screen for so many years?"

"Do you know if he has anyone else besides you?"

"Why does he love you with all his heart? What's so special about you to him? He didn't just like you for what he wanted. He was probably lying to you. "

......

His heart was quick-frozen, and he was standing downstairs holding his mobile phone. The night breeze stroked the hair beside his ears, and it was painful. I thought Xi Zhuo had a new love.

Not surprisingly.

It seemed as if he had been prepared for a long time, preparing that one day he would no longer love me.

It's just that there will still be flesh and blood pain.

Just 2 minutes after I unilaterally thought I was broken in love, Xi Zhuo called.

I didn't even dare to pick it up right away, afraid that he would think up a reason why I couldn't find anything wrong to lie to me, and even more afraid that he would affirm my guess frankly.

But no matter what it is, I have to answer this call, I can't die in a daze.

"Did you call just now?" Xi Zhuo spoke before me, "Why did you use this number?"

I was very calm: "Well, I lost my phone and haven't reissued the card yet, so I'll use this for now."

"I said why I couldn't contact you a few days ago."

I couldn't stand it anymore, and changed my usual modesty: "It seems that your injury is healed, right? I read the news about your injury on the Internet. My worries are unnecessary. I want to ask about your injury." How, but I can't even get through the phone."

When did I talk to him so arrogantly, I remember every word was very careful before.

There was a brief silence on the phone, and the man's emotions fell from a high place, together with his tone: "It's my fault for making you worry. I contacted you immediately after I woke up, but your phone is always turned off."

What does it mean to wake up?The media only said that he fell off a moving truck while filming a fighting scene, but did not say what happened next.

My attitude softened: "How are you doing now?"

"never mind."

"That's good."

All my aggressiveness was absorbed by my distress for him.When his safety is in front of his eyes, all doubts and anger are inferior.

Even if he loves others, I hope he is healthy and happy.

I can't fucking look down on myself. The love that is humble to the dust is trying to lift him to the supremacy. He can forgive anything he does. This is an idol.

And he is not only my idol, but also my true love.I dare not say that I love him the most, but I dare say that I will always be among the people who love him.

Forget it, don't ask who is answering the phone.If he loves me, he loves me, and if he doesn't love me, I still love him. Why bother tearing the skin apart without changing the facts? It's meaningless.I hate doing things that don't make sense.

In the 20-second empty field, I chose to give up the questioning, but the matter did not pass.

He asked me what I was doing, I said I was blowing the air downstairs, and then asked, "What about you?"

"I just left the gym, and you called while I was showering. My brother looked at the caller ID and thought it was from home, so he picked it up."

Is it a lie?I can't judge, the whole world knows that there is a bro in Se-joo's family members.My focus was on why my call was regarded as being from home, so I blurted out the question when I thought about it.

Xi Zhuo's normal pause made his words sound more credible: "Because I used to save this number as a home note, but you didn't use it later, and I didn't delete or change it."

I was curious about what note he would save me as, and I guessed countless ways, but I didn't expect it to be a simple two words, home.

Whether he is to cover my name or bestow a token of exclusive love.I am all thankful that things are not what I thought they were.

He didn't feel sorry for me, but my distrust made him feel sorry.

"I thought the person answering the phone was..." I didn't continue, "Forget it, I was thinking too much."

Xi Zhuo didn't listen to all of my words, but he understood all of my meaning, and laughed feebly on the phone: "Do you suspect that I have someone else?"

I didn't want to admit it, but I had to admit it, and I hummed reluctantly.

"I said you are stupid, but you still don't believe me."

I said back: "You are stupid."

"Is the studio busy recently? If not, come and see me."

I don't know why I was angry: "I'm very busy, so I won't go."

He discussed: "Come on, my injury will heal immediately after you come."

The discussion was effective, and I surrendered to his magnetic voice. After thinking for a while, I said, "It will take two days to go."

Even if I really want to go there tomorrow, I have to wait for the temporary ID card, otherwise it will really be a problem to travel.

Regarding the loss of my ID, I told Xi Zhuo that my bag was robbed, and my mobile phone ID was inside.

No time, no location.It’s not intentional concealment, it’s just that I don’t want to tell him that I almost couldn’t come back when I went to Burma to find him. There’s no need for him to know that such a useless thing that’s already gone when he thinks about it is scary.

I was really worried about Xi Zhuo's injury, but he refused to talk about it in detail on the phone, and insisted on telling me when I got to him.

I'm used to not bringing too many things with me when I go out, but this time I didn't pack a lot of thought because I didn't know when I would come back this time.

Everything to be dealt with came together.I want to see Xi Zhuo who is recuperating, I have to find Cindy and find a way to meet Chen Zuoyi, and I have to sign up and prepare for the preliminary competition of Phantom Light.

During the two days I was waiting for the temporary ID card, I properly handled all the things piled up in the studio.

This time, there was a reason and effect for leaving, and most of the things were handed over to Ji Ming's agent. Bi Gong knew that I was going to leave again, and his reaction was stronger than my mother.

At least my mother just kept asking me why I had to leave for so long, while he asked me repeatedly if I could not go.

Bi Gong who is broken in love is like a child who is wronged because no one plays with him. I feel a little unbearable. When he is saddest, I always walk away. I am really worried about him.

So the day before I left, I made an appointment with Yuan Miao.

Just eating a meal, chatting like a brother and sister, and understanding her thoughts between the lines.I didn't tell Bi Gong about this, because I didn't want him to know that Yuan Miao had no intention of falling in love with him again.

And I won't interfere in their affairs anymore.If she is affectionate and he is willing, there is still room for redress. From this point of view, separation is destined sooner or later.

I know Xi Zhuo's official schedule like the back of my hand, the night I went he had a fan meeting to attend, I regretted not being able to buy tickets in advance and sit down to surprise him.

After getting off the plane that night, I ran into Du Teng at the airport who came to see off a company of artists.

The kid brushed past me for two meters and backed away the same way. He put his fist on my shoulder and asked with a smile, "You don't know me, do you?"