Euthanasia

Liu Zhiwei cooked a seafood feast that they owed since the attack.The variety is rich, in addition to Jon's favorite crab, there are countless shellfish.Jon has eaten delicacies from mountains and seas that are airlifted from all over the world, but he has never thought that these shellfish can be so delicious.

Liu Zhiwei gave him different sauces, but he only dipped in vinegar himself, so Jon followed suit and only dipped in vinegar.

Liu Zhiwei was a little absent-minded while eating.Even if he deliberately ignored Jon, the presence of the other's gaze was too strong.Liu Zhiwei knew why Jon was staring at him, so he didn't want to look at Jon even more.

——The courage has been spent, and now Liu Zhiwei has nothing.

Jon has always been very good at not spoiling the atmosphere. He never said something that would embarrass Liu Zhiwei when he shouldn't have said something, so none of them mentioned that kiss, as if it never happened.

But both Jon and Liu Zhiwei knew that something had changed slightly.

Just when Liu Zhiwei couldn't bear to warn Jon to withdraw his harassing gaze, Jon suddenly said, "Do you remember Shanna?"

Liu Zhiwei froze for a moment.The image of the woman who found Liu Zhiwei, helped him "marry" Jon, and persuaded him to sign a lot of contracts is still in Liu Zhiwei's mind.

Liu Zhiwei nodded and said, "I remember. She is your good friend."

"A friend at best." Jon said lightly, "She will arrive in China tomorrow, and I have a date with her."

"Come to China?" Liu Zhiwei was a little surprised.

"Yes, she wants to see me," said Jon, spooning shells out of the soup, "but I don't want to see her alone."

"...Why?" Liu Zhiwei was a little hard to understand.Shanna can decide to let him and Jon agree to get married. Their relationship must be very good, but Jon's face does not have the expectation of seeing an old friend.In China for such a long time, Liu Zhiwei hasn't seen Jon talk to friends other than Lu Yi, and those bodyguards are pushed as far as Jon has.

Doesn't he miss his friends?

"She is a woman who tells lies, almost a witch. We used to have a good relationship, but since she dared to cheat me and shipped me to China and deprived me of the right to euthanasia, we are no longer friends." Jon still gritted his teeth when he said this.

"But after I found out that she gave me a wonderful husband, I put her number back into my phone book." Jon rolled his eyes mercifully, and then asked, "You tomorrow Will you be back sooner?"

Liu Zhiwei looked at the calendar on his phone.

"Tomorrow...no play this afternoon...but..."

Jon opened his eyes wide and waited for Liu Zhiwei's "but".

Liu Zhiwei hesitated and said, "That's your friend."

Except for Lu Yi, Liu Zhiwei and Jon had almost no intersection in their past lives.If there is no accident, the two lines that are not only parallel but also separated by a whole earth will never intersect.

For Jon's world and Jon's social circle, Liu Zhiwei has a faint rejection and timidity.

Jon said, "You've seen her too."

Liu Zhiwei hesitated for a while and said, "Okay, what time will it be tomorrow? If I have time—"

"You must have time," said Jon cheerfully. "We'll leave whenever you come home."

That night, after Liu Zhiwei took a shower, before Jon finished washing, he took out the copy of the contract with Zhang Chengqian that Xu Ting had given him earlier and flipped through it.

Wishing Zhang Chengqian's plan is to get on the right track within a week. The so-called getting on the right track means that Zhang Chengqian's negative news is overwhelmed by the positive influence. Zhang Chengqian starts to start a new route - such as a singer, and Zhang Chengqian's public relations response. train.

This piece was marked with a huge exclamation mark and circled emphatically.

Liu Zhiwei took a closer look at the payment for the termination of the contract.Zhang Chengqian asked to bring Zhang Ye to sign the contract, so Zhang Ye, who had been thrown around like a rag at that time, also entered Jinguang with Zhang Chengqian, but he was no longer a manager, but a personal assistant at best.

Liu Zhiwei thought that Xu Ting called Wishing an asshole all day long, but from his point of view, Wishing is not such an asshole.At least he let Zhang Ye, who had paid for Zhang Chengqian's money, career, and life, stay by Zhang Chengqian's side.

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly a head popped out of the bathroom.Seeing Jon's head from the corner, Liu Zhiwei almost bounced off the bed to the ground in fright.

"It's okay...it's just a contract...Brother Xu gave it to me."

Jon asked just such a question, shrugged his shoulders and got into the bathroom after hearing the answer, as if he just wanted to come out and scare Liu Zhiwei.

After he came out again, Jon pushed the wheelchair to the bed and said, "I feel that my legs can move a little more."

Liu Zhiwei immediately jumped up when he heard the words, came to the bed and moved Jon from the wheelchair to the bed, squatted nervously in front of him and asked, "Which leg?"

As he spoke, he raised the leg that Jon was pointing at indiscriminately, held the sole of his foot with his hand, slowly curled and stretched it for him, and asked, "Do you feel it?"

Jon looked at Liu Zhiwei who was half kneeling in front of him.The other party's hair was as wet as his. Liu Zhiwei's hair was straight and hung down to cover the edges and corners of his face, making him look younger and weaker.Especially when he was wearing a powder blue pajamas.

Jon said vaguely: "It's quite a feeling..."

"what?"

"I mean, I mean—it's comfortable," Jon said hastily.

Liu Zhiwei pinched Jon's muscles for a while.He used to do this a lot before, but recently Jon's legs seemed to have hope, and he no longer felt vague about doing this.

"Are you really not going to give me the old photos?" Jon asked again unwillingly.

Liu Zhiwei pursed his lips: "I didn't take many photos before."

"But you like photography," Jon said.

"How do you know..." Liu Zhiwei looked up at Jon blankly, but fortunately he didn't continue to ask, "To be precise, it's a camera. I like it very much... The first money I saved from work was to buy a The camera is second-hand, very old and very expensive. I took it to shoot—" Liu Zhiwei suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking.

"What did you take?" Jon asked.

"...It's nothing," Liu Zhiwei lowered his head again as he said, "Some bits and pieces of life records have long been lost."

Jon looked at Liu Zhiwei for a while and said, "If I bought you a video camera, would you be willing to shoot me?"

Liu Zhiwei backed down a bit: "I didn't do a good job..."

Jon didn't seem to hear his words: "For example, No.90 three days before my death..."

"Come on, Jon." Liu Zhiwei interrupted him seriously.

Jon stared at Liu Zhiwei for a while, and said: "Then would you like to shoot 'Happy Jon Williams First Day', 'Jon Falling in Love No. 30 Days', or 'Happy Marriage Williams Ninth Day' One hundred and ninety-nine days'...?"

Liu Zhiwei muttered, "You are just comforting yourself..."

Jon's eyes widened instantly: "I'm just comforting myself? Don't I have a handsome husband? Didn't my handsome husband take the initiative to kiss me today? Could it be that Jon Williams is not happy today ?"

Liu Zhiwei's face turned red, and he immediately reached out to gag Jon's mouth.Jon fell back and yelled, "Zeo! You just touched your feet!"

"That's your foot!" Liu Zhiwei became furious and blocked Jon's face with a pillow.

Jon was covered by the giant "slap", so he could only keep struggling and begging for mercy until Liu Zhiwei let him go.

Liu Zhiwei sat on the other side of the bed with a smile on his face, only to hear Jon who was stretched out on the bed panting while looking at the ceiling and saying, "I want to buy you a video camera."

Liu Zhiwei didn't know why Jon was so persistent, and looked at him in a daze.

"You are a difficult person to understand, but through your photos and videos, it is easy to communicate with your heart. It is like your other mouth," Jon said, "I want you to always be free from scruples Talk freely, and be able to record everything that makes you happy, depressed, excited, and sad anytime, anywhere... Of course, I hope that everything in it is related to me."

Liu Zhiwei frowned and did not speak.

"I think you know that I used to be a person who didn't like being photographed," Jon said. "I hated the media cameras and how they put me in magazines where I was debilitated in a wheelchair. But usually being photographed I actually didn't care about the wheelchair when I was filming. But everyone was pitying me, they tried everything to cover up the features of the wheelchair for me, sometimes black cloth, I was like a goddamn jump out of a magic box Rabbits, sometimes outlandish decorations that I don't really need, and other times they find me another chair that looks more normal but is dumber and I sit there like a moron - of course This is not discrimination—in a word, I hate their deliberate care and care, and all the care behind it is just to dig information and news from me."

"Do you understand? I want to document my life, but all I see are hypocritical and exaggerated reports."

"Hey Jon, wait a minute," Liu Zhiwei had to interrupt him, he looked at Jon suspiciously and in disbelief, "you—why do you know about my photos and videos?"

Jon has been lying flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling above, at this moment he suddenly glanced at Liu Zhiwei, and then quickly looked back at the ceiling.

Liu Zhiwei asked slowly: "You -- what account did you hack me again?"

Jon put his hands on his stomach and frowned at the ceiling as if there was a weird bug there.

"Emmmmm...did I mention your photos and videos? I don't remember..."