Stories

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This bastard, I even asked Ling Lanqiu to tell him not to come back, why would he come back.

I directly opened the door of the study, and Qi Chu had already walked to the door. He was probably looking for me these few days, and I don’t know where to find a white suit jacket to wear. He probably came back from a platform of some brand, and his hair was all smeared. With picturesque eyes and snow on his shoulders, he stood at the door and looked at me quietly.

I looked him over and found nothing wrong with him.

"Where's your bodyguard? I asked Ling Lanqiu to find a few more bodyguards for you, why is there none?" I glanced behind him: "Did you come from the first floor?"

He suddenly reached out and put his arms around my shoulders.

I was a little surprised by this sudden hug.

He didn't know where he came from, and there was a chill all over his body, and he hugged me so hard that I was almost strangled and I couldn't breathe.

"What's wrong?" I asked him suspiciously, but he didn't answer.

"Wait a minute." There seemed to be a little pain in his voice: "Just a moment."

I rested my head on his shoulder in a daze, and saw that the light in the entrance was dim.

"Don't go out these two days." I heard him whisper to me.

"You saw that too?" I asked him in surprise.

"what did you see?"

"I came up from the garage today. There was a girl who seemed to be holding a gun. I didn't know if it was a real gun or a fake one. I have already called the police."

I don't know why I didn't mention the stranger in the elevator.

But I felt Qi Chu's body froze.

Not only him, but when I said it myself, I felt weird and scared.

"I will ask Huang Jing to find some bodyguards. If you want to go out in the future, remember to tell me."

He finally let go of me, probably after the depression period.

Both of them were a little embarrassed, after all, they were still in the cold war just now.

When we had quarrels before, I let him, because he was stupid and couldn't quarrel. I have read books for so many years, and I have accumulated a stomach full of hurtful words. Sometimes I was sneering and sarcastic. Khan, my heart softened.

This time he bowed his head.

"I told Mo Yan." He was a bit difficult, but he still told me completely: "He will appear less frequently in the future."

I look indifferent.

"I don't want to talk about that right now."

He gave a short "oh" to show he understood, and then he saw my legs.

"What happened to your leg?"

"Scald." I said concisely.

In his beautiful black eyes, there seemed to be a flash of comprehension, and then guilt appeared.

"That evening……"

"I said it, I don't want to talk about it now."

The bodyguards Qi Chu hired soon arrived, one person and two, and they followed everywhere. The girl in the underground parking lot was not caught. The police probably thought I had reported a false police report and made several phone calls to ask me for my identity. I went to the police station to record the transcript.

I met the police officer who arrested Xiao Hang last time at the police station. He was surprised and asked me why I came here. A young man was stabbed more than a dozen times, and no one has been arrested yet."

A string in my brain suddenly tensed.

"Is it in SOHO?"

"Yeah, on February [-]th, in SOHO, I was stabbed with a sharp object, and I almost failed to save him." The young policeman flipped through the files casually: "It is said that he is the son of a great director. His father is very famous, what is his name? I forgot all of a sudden..."

I remember his, the day I went to find Ling Lanqiu, the operating bed I passed by, blood dripping on the hospital floor, that familiar curly hair.

He once turned around with a smile and asked me if I wanted some of his chocolate candies.

My whole body was shaking, and I didn't know why I was shaking.I borrowed the phone number from the police station and called my dad's attending doctor. He was my dad's disciple. I remember the phone call by heart when my dad was in a coma for half a month.

Quick pick up over there.

"Luo Qing, I'm Xiao Lin." I asked him, "On February [-]th, your emergency department admitted a patient who was stabbed nineteen times. What's his name?"

"Why are you asking this, patient privacy..."

"Tell me his name!" I almost shouted, "I know him!"

"His name is Zhao Li."

I rushed out of the police station and drove to the hospital without bothering to call security.

I ran through three red lights on the road, and it was snowing heavily in the whole city. I went to the hospital to see a seriously injured person. For some reason, this scene always seemed so familiar.

When I rushed to the hospital, Luo Qing thought something serious happened and waited for me at the door. I followed him to the ICU to see the stabbed man named Zhao Li.

I had never heard the name, nor had I met the man before that night at the bar.

But my memory of this name is so deep, so deep that it is almost instinctive.

The red number on the elevator rose slowly, and there seemed to be a voice in my heart that kept shouting: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

The elevator opened with a "ding", and the long corridor of the hospital was outside. I don't know when this floor became so dark.I rushed into the hallway and saw the man standing in the hallway.

Wearing a black coat, silent, stern and handsome middle-aged man, his aura makes people fearful, and the eyes that look at me seem familiar.

The policeman doesn't remember who he is.

I remember that.

He was the director of Qi Chu's last play, and now the leading figure of this generation of directors in China, Zhao Yi.

The window in the corridor was left open, and the cold wind was blowing in. I suddenly felt absurd.

What am I doing here? I don't know him, and I have never met Zhao Yi. Speaking of which, we are just two passers-by who met by chance in a bar.

I've been really messed up lately.

After leaving the hospital, the cold wind blew, and the whole person was much more awake.

It felt even more like I was losing my mind just now.

Just as he recovered, the phone rang.

It's Qi Chu.

"Where did you go? The bodyguard said that you left them and ran away, and they and your car were also lost." He was probably at the scene of some event, and there were noisy voices beside him.

"I'm fine, I just remembered that the hospital still has something to deal with."

I don't know why I lied to him, I just couldn't help blurting it out.

The entrance of the hospital was very cold, and the rain kept coming in. I didn't wait for the bodyguards, and drove back to the police station by myself, and the form hadn't been filled yet.

The Hongqiao road was blocked. I turned around and went to the overpass. Who knew that the traffic was even more congested after I went up, and I drove more and more slowly. I finally squeezed to the front and saw that it was a car accident.

Two cars collided very violently. One of them was a nanny car. The whole front of the car was hit badly. There were scattered car parts all over the place. The police had pulled up a cordon and were trying to clear up the order. It was raining heavily and there was a vast expanse of whiteness. , can't see people clearly.All the cars could only pass through a narrow lane on the left side of the accident. I drove to the side and got stuck there.

From this perspective, one can see the front of the crashed nanny car, and the doctors and nurses are carrying people out. In the midst of the chaos, there is a figure sitting on the front of the car.

I thought it was my eyesight, but when I took a closer look, there was actually a slender figure sitting on the front of the car in the pouring rain. The whole body was drenched, and the back became thinner, the hair was wet, and the whole person looked like a drowned chicken.

I pressed the window and saw his face clearly.

It's the guy in the elevator.

Sitting there, his whole body was exposed to the rain. He was wearing a white shirt, which was completely wet and stuck to his body, making his back look more and more like a thin bow. On his shoulders, someone put a towel on him.

Probably because he noticed that I was looking at him, he also raised his eyes and looked at me quietly.

No begging, no panic, not even a trace of blame, he just looked at me quietly.

There was a commotion among the crowd, a woman was lifted out of the car, her skirt was covered with blood, she was dying, doctors and nurses surrounded her and tried to rescue her, while the man sitting in the car just watched all this quietly.

He was well dressed and had makeup on his face.

I still can't remember who he is.

But I get it, he's a star.

The same star as Qi Chu.

Will the big-name celebrities brought by Le Ying send me harassing messages like paparazzi?What will he intend, and what can he intend?

The car behind me honked its horn and urged me to go, so I stepped on the gas and drove away from the accident area.

I didn't go back and fill out the form, I went straight home.

My life is in uncontrollable chaos, a mess of thousands of threads, but there is nothing I can do.I am a headless fly trapped in a glass jar, and I can't find a direction no matter how I turn.

Maybe I know the direction.

It's just that I instinctively know that if I go in that direction, there will be consequences that I can't bear.

It was raining heavily outside, and I hid at home, sitting on the sofa in my pajamas, watching TV, using the remote control to switch channels one by one, drinking hot tea, but my stomach still seemed to be cold.

At six o'clock, the entertainment news came out.

Well-known agent Le Ying passed away in a car accident in S City, and many entertainment stars were shocked.

On the screen, the names of the stars she had been agented were listed in large characters.

Chen Jing, Dai Ying, Tu Yao...

The entertainment news continued to broadcast, counting the celebrities whose family members had suffered misfortune, and listed them one by one, talking about the responsibilities of the celebrities, and saying that many celebrities had a rough life experience. just die..."

There was a bang in my head, and when I looked up again, the host said something else, and there was not a word about Qi Chu on the screen.

But I heard that sentence clearly, and it is absolutely impossible for me to remember it wrong.

The program continued to broadcast, and all kinds of lace in the entertainment industry emerged one after another. Looking back at the big news of the past few days, it said that the famous director Zhao Li was hacked and injured while filming.