Living depends on the opponent's life [Entertainment]

When Zhu Ming blurted out the words "Teacher Lin", the restaurant fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other and pricked up their ears in unison.

The man standing in the living room used the same voice and tone as usual, and asked the opposite party majestically—"Do you miss me?"——It's strange how you look at it with such a flirtatious meaning.

Combined with the previous news from the airport, everyone is thinking, is this really the first year when the relationship between the two families is broken?

Zhu Ming's eyes were erratic, waiting for an answer from the opposite party, but unexpectedly, there was a busy tone.

"beep--"

Lin Yao hung up the phone without saying a word!

His brows twitched, an inexplicable fire blazed in his heart, he turned and leaned against the back of the sofa, and made another call.

"beep--"

Hang up again!This time he didn't even say a word!

After a full 5 minutes, under the witness of everyone in the restaurant, Zhu Ming held the mobile phone and dialed the same number over and over again. Except for the first call he said a word, Lin Yao didn't give him a chance after that, and went straight to hang up the phone.

Qin Huai opened a new box of ice cream, and asked while eating: "Isn't President Zhu dialing an empty number?"

Jiang Xingpan bit his upper lip and stared at Zhuming's side face, and said bitterly, "You should call me after the empty number!!!"

Yu Keai hung a pair of eyes that see through the world, and said expressionlessly: "Don't compare yourself with Lin Yao, and bring shame on yourself."

A trace of bewilderment flashed across Zhuming's eyes. He looked down at the screen, looked at it motionless for a while, lowered his eyes, and walked slowly to the kitchen.Looking at the people sitting in a circle waiting to hear gossip, he was calm and indifferent: "What are you looking at? So excited?"

The celery in Yin Ning's mouth was bitten off with a bang, she turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Brother Pan, what is... what's going on?"

"No... I don't know." Jiang Xingpan looked blank, "Could it be intermittent this time? It stands to reason that he doesn't remember what he did after he fell asleep, but he hasn't fallen asleep yet. ah?"

He really suspected that Candle Tea didn't drink much this time, and the alcohol was too short for him to fall asleep.

Only Yu Kei was answering his question seriously: "We are waiting to see the reunion of the century."

Zhu Ming seemed to hear some joke, she chuckled lightly, and was about to say something when suddenly her phone rang again.

The onlookers immediately sat in a row, put their hands on their knees obediently, and waited for Mr. Zhu to answer the phone.

"Hi, it's me." Zhu Ming lowered her voice, turned her head away so that no one could see his face, "Wait a minute, it's not convenient for me to talk here, I'll call later."

Zhu Ming's face was solemn for a moment, he put away his mobile phone, turned around and walked to the refrigerator to bring out the cake he had prepared for a long time.

As if in the blink of an eye, his expression completely returned to normal. The man who called Lin Yao seemed to be a dream. The onlookers watched him put the cake on the table dumbfounded, and simply said: "Come on, last night One item, to celebrate Ye Xintao's birthday. After eating, everyone can stay here if they want to rest, and leave if they want to. I'll go out for a while, and the last person to leave will lock the door."

Qin Huai jumped in front of the cake and unwrapped the candle package intently. When he looked up, he saw Zhu Ming walking out the door wearing a coat.

"It's mysterious, don't let us hear it... there must be a ghost!"

As soon as she finished muttering, she saw Zhu Ming's eyes drifting over. When the door was about to close, the voice crossed the hallway and said to her from a distance: "Remember to check in at the gym tomorrow."

Qin Huai: "..." She shouldn't have talked so much.

Ye Xintao looked at the cake prepared by Zhu Ming with surprise, then looked at the closed door, and asked, "Just go out like this, are you okay?"

Jiang Xingpan shrugged his shoulders: "Don't look at the high population density of the imperial capital. During the Spring Festival, it's like an empty city. Those who stay in the city stay at home. They run for thousands of meters on the street without seeing anyone. Driving all the way Nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about.”

Just like what Jiang Xingpan said, Candle Tea was wandering around in his pocket on the street, except for the dutiful cameras on the side of the road watching him, no one was there at all.

He was cunning, and the villa where he had dinner was not the house with a music room in the suburbs, but in the city, and he walked to the spacious and empty main street in three or two steps.

There were beaming Chinese knots hanging on the street lamp. He looked up, exhaled lightly, watched the white smoke drifting past his eyes, and called back the phone.

"Dad." The hot breath dissipated in the air, and the voice was swallowed by the empty street, "Happy New Year...."

This "happiness" is very reluctant to say, and grandpa is still living in the hospital, so perhaps "peace" is more appropriate.

However, Ji Chengzhao didn't care about these things. He greeted Zhu Ming as usual, and Zhu Ming dealt with them one by one. At the end, he asked about the latest trending searches: "You and that child from Xingchen have gotten very close recently."

Zhu Ming said "um", concealed the specific situation, and explained to Ji Chengzhao: "Some things need to be entrusted to him, so...to have a good relationship so that he can help me."

Ji Chengzhao was a little relieved. He watched Zhu Ming grow up. For more than 20 years, he always smiled on the surface, with a casual smile, but he was far away from others in his heart.I am used to carrying everything alone, and I will not think of asking my father and grandpa for help when the sky falls. Even if they take the initiative to mention it, they still have a proud look of "it's okay, I can do it".

It is rare to hear the words "please" and "help" from Zhu Ming's mouth, and the other party is a colleague that his son has always disliked.

"You have grown up." Ji Chengzhao said, "Grandpa should feel at ease now."

Candle Tea could hear the regret in Ji Chengzhao's voice, and he had some bad premonition: "Grandpa, isn't he in a good condition?"

Ji Chengzhao was silent for a moment, and sighed heavily: "The doctor tried his best, but... it depends on how many months he can last. Your grandfather means that he will return to China when the situation improves a little recently. Leave alone in a foreign country."

Zhu Ming's lips moved, her voice trembling: "Is he asleep? Can I have a word with him?"

"He..." Ji Chengzhao wondered, "It's hard for him to say a complete sentence now."

The tumor oppressed the brain nerves, which gradually affected the old man's language system. His speech was slurred and difficult to recognize. The situation after the operation was even worse. He could speak complete sentences before, but now he can only guess what he means by phrases and body language. Or write down a few words tremblingly when the arm muscles are strong.

Zhu Ming stood in the cold wind and listened, there was a hot stream in his eyes, he understood the feeling of powerlessness, the first few days after he woke up, he was in such a state that life was worse than death, he couldn't lift his arms, and he couldn't use it. He tried his best, but he clearly knew that his grandfather was different from himself, he was just a broken pain, while the old man fell into the category of paralysis.

"Dad, what did you say? Do you want to talk to Ranran?" Ji Chengzhao's surprised voice sounded, "Your grandfather seems to have become more conscious suddenly, and wants to talk to you."

The old man has been in a daze for the past few days. When he woke up from his sleep and heard the sound of his phone call, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Zhu Ming held her breath, and when Ji Chengzhao put the phone next to his grandfather's ear, he heard rough breathing from there.

"Grandpa? It's me, Zhu... Ji Ran, I'm Ji Ran."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" at first, like grandpa shouting excitedly.

Familiar titles, familiar greetings, but unfamiliar expressions.

Zhu Ming's nose was sore, she raised her head and looked at the sky: "Okay, very good, I'm waiting to spend the Spring Festival with you."

After his debut, he moved out of Ji's house. The old man had been talking about spending New Year's Eve together for a long time, but it never came true once. Thinking of this, his throat felt sore and choked.

"Wow, oh, oh, oh, it's all yours, and grandpa will give it to you."

The voice over there could not be heard clearly, only the last few words could be heard, but he had lived with the old man since childhood, so he could guess what he was talking about from a few words.The father was still there, maybe he was using the speakerphone, and he said to the old man in a calm voice, word by word: "Grandpa, don't leave me the property, I have everything I want, and I don't need anything else. .”

"Of course." The old man's voice suddenly became clear.

Zhu Ming was stunned: "Well, I'm here, you say."

"Well, not in the future, live well, don't be held back by the past..."

Zhu Ming couldn't remember what Ji Chengzhao said after taking the phone from the old man.

He just responded casually, hung up the phone in a drowsy manner, and stood alone under the streetlight in a daze.

He shuffled forward, wandering aimlessly through the streets like a corpse.The warmth and alcohol left in his heart by the dinner in the studio instantly dissipated, and he was carried away by the cold wind.

The tip of the heart is cold, and the fingertips are also cold. In the coolness, countless fragments of the past flashed back in the mind, converging into the only heat that slowly fell from the eye sockets.

Ji's wealth began with the old man. When he was three years old, his grandfather retired to the second line and delegated power to his only son Ji Chengzhao. He lived a leisurely retirement life, and his part-time job was to take care of the children—that was him.

The old man pampered him to the sky, picked the stars and the moon for him, and asked the teacher to teach him whatever he wanted to learn.The old man has a lot of artistic attainments, and he has been nurturing candle tea all day long. After he learned the piano, the old man would happily take him to an hour-long piano and violin ensemble every afternoon.

The old man is an elegant man. When he was young, Mr. Ji was eagerly pursued by girls from various families. Even in his old age, he still has the charm of attracting women. He is always well-dressed and an elite gentleman.

Whether it is standing with a violin on its shoulders, or sitting upright and raising its hands, Luoluo performs the technique of "phoenix three nods" and fills the teapot with water, all of them have a unique charm and charm.After more than ten years of hearing and seeing, Zhu Ming's every move has the shadow of the old man. The word "茶" in "Candle Tea" refers to the old man's favorite daily tea art activity.

Who would have thought that such a handsome person would eventually be tortured by illness to the point of being haggard, slurring his speech, and even calling him by his name is so unfamiliar.If he were him, he would never want to end his life in such a mess.

Unknowingly, not far from the main street, the overpass across the avenue is in front of him. Zhu Ming swayed his body and walked up to the middle of the overpass.He leaned on the railing and looked forward. The road that should have been flowing was empty, as if it could reach the sky at a glance.

He couldn't help but wonder what Huangquan Road was like, and whether it was also like this, with no end in sight.

He thought of the last sentence the old man said on the phone.

He said: "Ahem, ahem, we will always be grandpa's pride, and will always be grandpa's grandson."

You clearly know that I am not, I do not belong to the Ji family, let alone be named Ji, he thought.

Thinking about it, I burst into tears.

He doesn't like to cry. He didn't cry when he was lost in an amusement park when he was 3 years old. He didn't cry when he was swearing at him by Ji Chengzhao's newly married wife when he was 7 years old. He didn't cry when he stood outside the door when he heard his debut song being robbed by someone. Pass.

Crying can only make people vulnerable and make fear more frightening, so he is unwilling to give in to the tear glands, and lives towards death amidst all the destruction and torture.

But he still couldn't help it, and still surrendered to the natural laws of birth, old age, sickness and death.

Zhu Ming rolled up her sleeves and looked at the red patterns on her arms, feeling a burst of grief and indignation in her heart.

"Why do you want to give me the hope of living, but refuse to let others leave?" He murmured.

At this moment, the phone vibrated in his pocket, and he looked down, it was Lin Yao.

"Huh?" He answered, his voice blank.

Lin Yao's voice sounded panting and impatient: "Where are you?"

"outside."

"What are you doing out there?"

The tone was like checking the post, and Zhu Ming was very awkward when he heard it.

"I..." He frowned and leaned sideways on the railing, "Isn't that right, why do people who don't answer my calls treat me so fiercely?"

Lin Yao was stunned for a moment, but did not speak, and a low breath came down the receiver.

"Ms. Lin, why didn't you answer my phone?" Zhu Ming asked softly.

He paused, and soon, the long-suppressed drunkenness mixed with the sadness of being separated from grandpa burst out: "Tell me, if I die tonight and don't receive my call, you won't Are you sorry? Are you sad that you lost your last chance to speak to me?"

"Candle tea!" Lin Yao yelled at him sharply, "Don't mess around, don't talk nonsense."

Candle Tea was a little confused by his yelling, and suddenly, the pattern on her arm was lit up, flashing one after another.

This familiar feeling is like the positioning system that was lit up in the bar that day!So he... Zhu Ming's pupils constricted, he looked around with the phone, looking for Lin Yao in the empty street.

"Candle tea."

Lin Yao's voice was full of rapid panting, as if for a moment he was close at hand.

As if he had sensed something, when he turned his head, he found Lin Yao standing at the other end of the overpass. He had just climbed up the stairs, his eyes were full of panic, he was staring at him, and walking towards him.

The phone didn't hang up, he could hear Lin Yao's voice, one came from far and near in the air, and a low voice echoed in his ears, wrapping around him like a duet.

"I will be sad." Lin Yao stared at him with deep eyes, "If you die, I will be very troubled."

The author has something to say: ==============

Lin Yao: If you die, Little Ear will go crazy, and if Little Ear goes crazy, I will go crazy.

Candle Tea: You go.

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Happy New Years Eve! ! !

I originally thought that the timeline of New Year’s Eve would be written until the New Year’s Eve, but it seems that it’s almost lost. I wish you all the best, peace and happiness in the new year~

Although not as luxurious as Zhu Zong, I can still give red envelopes to comments!