He can't read my heart today

To a certain extent, although Lian Hanyu was not punished, he was only warned by Xi Jun. After all, the company is just a workplace, and Xi Jun is only Lian Hanyu's boss. Apart from that, he has no personal relationship.Xi Jun couldn't move Lian Hanyu.

However, the rumors released by Lian Hanyu caused great troubles to Xi Jun and Wen Xiangwu.

The general public doesn't care about the things behind the designers, but ladies and ladies do.If a gorgeous jewelry is made by a designer who is not mentally normal, it will affect the consumption desire of a certain level of people to some extent.

"Okay, okay, I understand your mood, okay. I understand, thank you for your support to Qingchen."

"No, NOON is not mentally ill, he is autistic, he is not crazy."

"I assure you sir... yes... yes, sorry for taking up your time."

Zuo Taihe stood aside and watched Xi Jun's constant phone calls, feeling uneasy every time he made a call, and suddenly felt that the boss, who is usually a good-looking boss, sometimes doesn't care about things, and just looking at them can make him feel very tired.

Limp and lying on the boss chair, the elastic chair back supported Xi Jun and swayed back and forth twice, frowning tightly as if the shirt pressed at the bottom of the suitcase could not be ironed evenly, his lips were white from the bite of his teeth, and he rubbed his left hand Wearing obsidian bracelets, they slid over one by one, eyes closed tightly, and the sound of breathing could not be heard.

Xi Jun suddenly felt a little scared.

If he failed to protect Wen Xiangwu this time, it would mean that he personally promoted Wen Xiangwu to the throne of a genius designer, but he couldn't protect him well, and it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the design industry in the future.

What a disappointment for a 19-year-old talent.

"Xiao Wu is fine."

"The other hospital didn't call. I think everything is fine and there is nothing wrong. In addition... Dr. Gong has already prescribed medicine for Young Master Wen. I believe it will be stable soon. "

Zuo Taihe answered Xi Jun's words in an orderly manner, and Xi Jun sighed reassuringly, and let go of his pale lips with deep teeth marks.

"Sometimes, Gong Chenglan is indeed more useful than me."

"He is a doctor, and Young Master Wen is his patient. It is the doctor's duty to help him. But you are Young Master Wen's relatives and your emotional sustenance. Young Master Wen trusts you, otherwise he would not stay in another hospital of your room."

Xi Jun nodded, approving Zuo Taihe's words, but he couldn't say anything, he could only look at the photo in front of him.

What he also washed out was a picture of Wen Xiangwu being held up high by him when he was a child, and the two of them were laughing and playing.Wen Xiangwu was holding a colorful windmill in his hand, looking at Xi Jun, the profiles of the two of them had no extra impurities except joy.

It is such a happy two people, after the few ten years in their lives, the child who laughed so happily has become a person who is considered mentally ill by everyone.

How good Wen Xiangwu was, no one was willing to explore in the end.

Everyone is only willing to focus on the reason why Wen Xiangwu is favored by the new president Xi Jun, the genius designer Wen Xiangwu's illness and whether the new president Xi Jun knows about it, and whether the jewelry designed around Wen Xiangwu who has mental illness and mental illness is really true. Is it as good-looking as it was boasted at the beginning.

The big V and public accounts that have been hyped up, and marketing accounts, say that they are the parties involved, but in fact, there are not many people who really know and understand this disease.

[Burning] When it was first launched, Xi Jun was touted like that, and Xi Jun, who was touted like that, was a little flattered, thinking that Wen Xiangwu could still become a genius designer even if he had this disease, but in fact, this disease hides rigidity and conservatism It is precisely the ills of the designer.

Xi Jun's ambition followed the burning fire, giving birth to the idea of ​​training Wen Xiangwu to become a talented designer.

but……

Looking back, this boy, only 19 years old, was wearing an overly long white sweater and light blue jeans. On the cane, he squinted at his own face, and then smiled innocently, would he really want to become a genius designer?

Xi Jun never asked about this.

Perhaps he should ask whether Wen Xiangwu had no choice but to believe his nonsense lies, or whether he really had this intention.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I didn't consider the mood of the other party.

The exhaustion on Xi Jun's face was hard to hide, Wen Xiangwu could see it.

Wen Xiangwu also knew how scary it was when he got sick. The former Dr. Hu once showed him videos of other Asperger's patients getting sick. Wen Xiangwu knew how scary it was, but he It's hard not to.He couldn't control his own illness, and he couldn't control what actions he took when he was already ill. All this made Wen Xiangwu feel fear from his heart, so frightened that he was powerless.

After all, Wen Xiangwu didn't know how to talk to Xi Jun.If you ask in detail how far it has been handled, you may bring up Xi Jun's troubles, but if you don't ask, Wen Xiang will feel uneasy.

"Brother Jun..."

"Xiaowu..."

The two spoke at the same time, looking at each other speechlessly.

Xi Jun showed a gentle smile, motioning for Wen Xiangwu to speak first.

Wen Xiangwu pursed his lips slightly, looked at Xi Jun, "I...my business..."

"I'll take care of it, don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Xi Jun's voice was very low and hoarse, as if his throat was blocked by a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Wen Xiangwu could feel Xi Jun's confidence.

Brother Jun never lied.

"Xiao Wu, is there anything else you want to ask?"

Xi Jun looked at Wen Xiangwu and spoke in a low voice, Wen Xiangwu shook his head and looked at Xi Jun with a smile.

Nodding clearly, Xi Jun dryly opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

"Xiao Wu, what do you think about design...?"

Wen Xiangwu couldn't understand the meaning of Xi Jun's words, he just felt puzzled, and at the same time expressed his own doubts.

"I mean, do you like design, do you want to be a designer?"

Wen Xiangwu was puzzled by Xi Jun's sudden opening, or in other words, he couldn't understand what Xi Jun wanted to express.

"I'm just curious, whether Xiao Wu chose painting and design just to pass the time, or because he likes it and wants to do it as a career."

Wen Xiangwu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looking at Xi Jun with a little joy in his expression.

"I love designing, but I really don't have the idea of ​​making a career out of it."

Wen Xiangwu spoke decisively, looking at Xi Jun's face.

He couldn't understand the astonishment and regret on Xi Jun's face.

Xi Jun was just astonished that Wen Xiangwu Zhi was not here, and at the same time regretted that he could not see that his younger brother's resistance at the beginning was not because he was coerced and broke the balance of life, but because he did something he didn't like. It's just unhappiness from the bottom of my heart.

Xi Jun nodded, glanced at the wall clock, got up, and walked in front of Wen Xiangwu. Wen Xiangwu just wanted to get up to see him off, leaning on a cane, but was a little dazed by Xi Jun's sudden approach, and couldn't get up. Holding the cane stiffly.

Warm big hands gently rubbed Wen Xiangwu's head, and sighed hard to notice, softly, like coaxing a child, the voice was mixed with air, and the gentleness made people feel that this [-]-year-old man has Very fragile soul.

"Sorry, Xiao Wu."

Wen Xiangwu seemed to be pinned on the sofa, unable to move, watching Xi Jun casually put his suit jacket on his shoulders, walked from the living room to the entrance without looking back, and left the courtyard directly.

Did you say the wrong thing?

This was Wen Xiangwu's first reaction.

But I'm telling the truth. Doesn't Brother Jun dislike the truth like everyone else?

This is Wen Xiangwu's second reaction.

Gong Chenglan once told Wen Xiangwu that not everyone likes the truth, Wen Xiangwu must learn to lie, this is a weapon to protect himself.

But when he was a child, Xi Jun said that he didn't want to hear lies, and hoped that everyone would treat him as the truth.

Wen Xiangwu frowned and watched Xi Jun leave, watching Xi Jun leave without leaving his back.

"Time will change a lot, not everyone will treat you as before, even Xi Jun is like this."

Gong Chenglan took a sip of coffee, looked at Wen Xiangwu, Wen Xiangwu looked at Xi Jun, and gently filled the teapot in front of her with a cup of black tea, and put it down gently.

The two of them sat on the coffee table but could only hear the sound of porcelain and glass colliding. The atmosphere was quiet, but there was no embarrassment.

Wen Xiangwu looked at a leaf of tea that floated up in front of him silently, watched it float and spin in the turbulent water glass until everything calmed down.

"What about you? Will Dr. Gong change?"

Gong Chenglan always answered Wen Xiangwu's questions for ten years, but this time, Gong Chenglan suddenly hesitated, not knowing how to answer this question.

The sound of the mug being placed on the glass coffee table broke someone's fragile nerve, making Wen Xiangwu feel unbelievably cold.

"What about you? Will Wen Xiangwu change?"

"I won't. I'll be like today, and you know how much I hate change."

Gong Chenglan smiled softly, looking at Wen Xiangwu, she could only sigh.

"What you hate is not change, what you hate is Xi Jun's change. It was the same when you were a child, but it's been a long time and you can't remember it. I think I have found your cause, but I have no cure. Xiangwu, to me, this is a doctor's failure."

Looking at Gong Chenglan's expression, Wen Xiangwu didn't know what to say for a moment.

Wen Xiangwu remembers Xi Jun, but he hasn't updated that memory for a long time. It's like the letter paper of the last century, which has turned yellow and wrinkled after 20 years, and the handwriting is blurred.

But he remembered.

That's another situation.