give you a soft spot

The style of painting changes suddenly and weirdly, I still dare not look up at Xi Zhuo's super upright face with the signature action of healing others in costume dramas.His joke got me a smirk, and I withdrew my hand and bent over to pick up the towel before turning around and handing over the clean shirt.

Xi Zhuo didn't answer, and just stood there looking at me.I was a little grossed out by him, and I seriously suspected that I was too ugly in the costumes of the Republic of China.I reminded softly: "Change, Brother Zhuo."

He paused for another two seconds, took the clothes, and said something I didn't catch at all.

Um?I looked at him puzzled.

"I mean the scar on your chin."

I touched my chin involuntarily. It was difficult to find where the scar was without looking up, so that sometimes I forgot it existed.I explained concisely: "It was left by an accident before."

I have had this scar for several years, and few people would tell me about it face to face, I think I gave Xi Zhuo his own yellow jacket in my heart, otherwise I wouldn't have cared that he was a little bit rude if.

In my impression, normal people should show emotions similar to sorry when they hear a tragic explanation like mine, even if they are pretending.But Xi Zhuo actually smiled after hearing what I said, and it was still a wide-eyed kind of grin.

I was still holding his pants, and my whole body was touched by his smile.

He pulled up his trousers and began to change. He turned his back to me but looked at me in the mirror. He said, "When I saw you when I returned the ring, I thought your eyebrows and eyes were familiar, but I couldn't remember where I saw them. I thought Probably a face I remember from a fan meeting."

I forgot my swollen cheeks, and opened my mouth quite literally: "Huh?"

After he put on his trousers, he turned around, and his smile was shallow enough to be decent: "I happened to see your wisdom teeth that day, and when you looked up, I saw the scar on your chin at close range, and I remembered where I had seen you before."

I was stunned: "See... have you seen it?"

Xi Zhuo nodded, raised his thick eyebrows: "If I'm not wrong, the scar is left after you were hit by a car on the way to the college entrance examination."

I was startled and looked straight at him: "How did Brother Zhuo know!"

Xi Zhuomai pushed open the door of the compartment in two steps, and while walking to the makeup artist waiting outside, he turned back and continued: "The black Bentley, the owner of the car is Mr. Huang, and the number plate ends with 729. I was sitting in the back row of the car."

Bright dressing room, I am inside, he is outside.The slowly closed door separated each other's sight.My brain memory automatically locks up and straightens out that summer.

It was four years ago, thanks to my alarm clock that broke without warning, I was almost late for the first day of the college entrance examination.Throwing down at the gate of the community, my mother, who was going crazy and couldn't stop the car, chose to go to the examination room by bicycle on my own. In a hurry, I ran into the guardrail in the middle of the road to avoid a car that swerved suddenly at a few intersections.

The moment I catapulted off the bike and went in a parabola I thought I was going to die.God favored me, and the pain of falling to the ground told me that I was still alive.I got up to go to the examination room, but was stopped by the middle-aged male driver who got out of the car.He grabbed me and said he was going to take me to the hospital.

I immediately declined.

He said, you are bleeding.

I was so numb that I didn't notice the bloody hole on my chin, but I was really eager to take the exam that was called the first important turning point in my life. I held my chin and shook my head desperately. I was stronger than ever before. I said I'm really fine.

When I quickly pushed my bicycle, which had become horribly under the double blow of the guardrail and the car that caused the accident, two traffic policemen surrounded me and asked.I was so focused on going to the exam that my anxious voice turned into tears, and I said that I had to go to the exam first no matter what.

After I got into the police car, the Bentley was still following.When the traffic police sent me to the test center, the temporary medical staff helped me to wrap up the wound briefly. After explaining the situation to the invigilator, my jaw was wrapped in a blood dumpling, and I successfully picked up the pen to answer the questions 10 minutes after the test started.The brainstorming made me quickly withdraw from the accident. If I hadn't handed in the paper and saw the driver who was still waiting at the gate, I would have forgotten the accident that happened in the morning.

The driver's surname is Huang. I've seen his license plate number. It's a foreign car. I guess it's a businessman who came to do business. He actually spent the whole morning waiting for me.He insisted on taking me to the hospital for a physical examination to make sure I was fine, but I really had no discomfort other than my jaw. I declined to go with him because I had to go back to eat and rest to prepare for the afternoon exam.

Master Huang took out his wallet and wanted to compensate me for my bicycle and medical expenses.I was overwhelmed by his politeness, presumably he must be a good person with super high quality, I pushed his hand away, and before leaving in the flow of teachers and students, I turned my head and smiled at him, just to reassure him.

That incident became an episode of the college entrance examination, and the one with the most emotional fluctuations was my mother. While she felt sorry for her precious son's injury, she also spurned her precious son for doing good deeds.She and my friends think the same way. They all think that I should make money because that person drives a Bentley. Every time I hear them say that, I am speechless.

What I am grateful for about that accident is that I only had a stab wound to the jaw, and what is somewhat shadowy is that I left a scar on my jaw.At the beginning, I didn't even dare to raise my head and walk, fearing that others would see the indelible marks on the round thorns on the handlebars that were crashed, and then the past would go with the wind.

That incident was a grain of sand that had settled in time, and after being stirred up by Xi Zhuo's words, it was ups and downs, making me in a trance for the next few days.Who the hell would have thought that Xi Zhuo was sitting in the car at that time, in order to prevent unnecessary public opinion and troubles, he was already a high-quality idol, just like that, quietly watching everything outside through the dark car window with a mask on.

Thinking that I appeared in his pupils without knowing it at that time, I was inexplicably emotional. It seemed that life had spilled a lot of blood a few years ago, and I was drenched straight.

On the day when Xi Zhuo's role was finalized, Xiaoyou came over mysteriously and grabbed my arm at noon and said, "Xiao Ge, Brother Zhuo has a treat tonight, and Lao Bai asked the familiar staff from the previous group to gather together, you come with us. "

Lao Bai is Bai Yang, and the staff of Xi Zhuo's team call him Lao Bai. The reason why I call him Bai Yang is because I know that I am an outsider.It's like after listening to Xiaoyou, I really want to go, but I'm afraid that I will go abruptly.I said it's not good for me to go.

Xiaoyou curled her lips and said in a strange tone: "You mean you don't know us well. Others are much happier than you. Sister Cindy even named you by name. If I can't call you, she probably will too. Come here to say, at least we have been fighting side by side for a month, so don't embarrass me too much."

Opening my mouth so eloquently, I gave Xiaoyou a thumbs up: "I'll go."

Xiaoyou shook his phone: "Then I'll send you the address on WeChat or you can come with us after work is over."

I saw He Xiu with a cold face within the range of Xiaoyou's gesture, and said without thinking: "Send it to me, and I will go by myself."