I'm in love with Jingfen Ai

Chen Tingran didn't understand how the girl's matter would be brought out again, but it was obvious that this matter was very dangerous and fueled the flames.This made him secretly hate.

In order to keep him, the company revealed the girlfriend of another popular artist, but this did not calm down the situation.When this incident intensified, it was a piece of news that caused a sensation across the country to divert everyone's attention.

The level [-] virus that appeared in South America was fierce, and the place where the outbreak broke out was quickly blocked.Scientific researchers rushed to the front line, but people still don't know the whole picture of it.The contagiousness and lethality of filovirus shocked the world, out of humanitarianism, countries extended a helping hand.

Zhang Tingyu's father wanted him to return to China as soon as possible, but was rejected.In the research room in an anxious atmosphere, Zhang Tingyu obtained permission to communicate again.

A month ago, he had been looking forward to this opportunity in the sound of rain.

At that time, the wind outside was as loud as rain. Thinking of the future, the kettle was gurgling and boiling, and the sound of rain was pattering on the window.He thought of the laboratory, and the constant ringing of the car bell urged, and new cases of illness were piled up like snowflakes.

He thought of looking at the snow in winter, and thought of the tenderness before leaving.His heart beat like a drum.Now, the permission to communicate again is in his hands, he hesitated all afternoon, and finally dialed the number at night.

domestic.Chu Jin looked at Qu Ming's full progress bar, thinking boredly that it was time to find Zhong Hanji.He pushed aside the sundries and coke cans, leaned over to open the window in front of the desk, and the phone rang inappropriately.

"Zhang Tingyu?" Chu Jin picked it up and asked, "I didn't expect you to call me at this time."

It is already nine o'clock in the evening, and from the high window sill, City H is still brightly lit.This bustling city absorbs the passing time, whether it is sweet or bitter, it takes it all, and in the lively late night, it still shows its youthful vitality.For Chu Jin, this city is more like what Blue Star looked like hundreds of years ago.

The wars in the whole world are less frequent, there are internal troubles but no external worries, and ordinary people live and work in peace and contentment.And the blue star he has seen is always in the war of the entire planet, people are precarious, displaced and lose their faith.

"Excuse me? It's only nine o'clock." Zhang Tingyu said.

Across such a long distance, they did not speak, and heard each other's breathing on the phone.The light above the head cast a faint shadow on the sunny doll by the window, Chu Jin stretched out his hand to open the window, the light rain outside splashed on the table, making it wet, he said lightly, "No, I thought you were making a contribution to mankind. "

"I just finished my contribution, come to see if there is any reward," Zhang Tingyu sat back on the chair, and heard the sound of the other end of the phone, "Are you at home? Or outside?"

With Chu Jin's style, after knowing that Zhang Tingyu is not the target of the mission, he should act more vigorously to cut off contact.He doesn't like this world, so he naturally pursues efficiency more.But to 333's surprise, Chu Jin didn't hang up the phone.

"Tell me something useful," Chu Jin said casually, "How is the situation?"

Zhang Tingyu was silent for a while before speaking again: "Now I don't want to care about useful things, I just want to focus on important things."

If it was at home, Zhang Tingyu could imagine that scene.Although they got along for a short time, many fragments naturally appeared in his mind.

The chirping of cicadas in autumn will be pleasant in the rain, and the ending trembles like a lover's chest when embracing.Coke is placed by the window sill, and the messy little things are within easy reach.The young man was wearing a dark coat, the one they wore to the beach, with a script spread out in front of him, and the lights were flickering, as if the light had been poured out of the shadows.

If he was there, he would open the window and let the paper-filled cicadas pour in together.Chu Jin may or may not raise his head, but he still looks at the script quietly.

The melancholy and longing in those autumn colors are thicker than the red leaves on both sides of the road.He never forgot that short time.

He wanted to sit with him before dark, when it was like sinking into the deep sea.The setting sun and moonlight sprinkled on them through the water.They are in the light, even the shadows are intimate.

Chu Jin raised his hand to open the ring of the Coke can.

There was a long hiss, the sound of bubbles, the body of the can was wet by the drizzle, it was icy cold, and the sweet and sour aroma matched the smell of oil paper and ink in front of it.

Chu Jin said, "You know it's over."

Zhang Tingyu did not speak and ended the call.

At night, the wind and rain picked up.The windows were blown open by the wind, the gravel and leaves were blown in by the strong wind, and the fragrance of the grass and trees was sprinkled all over the house by the rain. The wifi was cut off, and there was an earthy smell in the air.Chu Jin got up and closed the window with a flashlight, and the rain splashed all over his face.

Turn on the phone, the news is reporting a strong wind in a certain place, and in real time, many people are complaining that the wind blows like the end of the world, and the trees on the roadside have fallen.

Chu Jin thought that this was probably the instruction of fate to let him finish the task quickly, so he dialed the number without hesitation.

Before he got through, he suddenly realized that it was five o'clock in the morning, snapped his fingers, and hung up the phone quickly.

In the past at Blue Star, he communicated on the battlefield all day long, so Chu Jin had no sense of time.A new crisis could emerge at any time, and no one cared if the timing of the communication was right.But after being in the small world for so long, he gradually discovered that this is an era of peace, disturbing people's dreams and thunder strikes.

333 Youyou complained about him: "Do you also know how to behave?"

Before Chu Jin could speak, the phone screen lit up, and the caller's name was Zhong Hanji.He was a little guilty, and tried to confirm with 333: "I hung up very quickly, it shouldn't be time for the bell to ring, right?"

"Hurry up," 333 said persuasively, "I want to hear you get scolded."

When Chu Jin heard the words, he hung up the phone on the spot and joined the shield.Even someone has never scolded him, and he sincerely admits his mistakes in his heart, but it is impossible to be scolded if he is scolded.

After more than an hour, the wind had stopped.The place where the wind blows outside is a mess, reminiscent of the sky after the first rain, clean and humid.Chu Jin sat leaning against the bed and swiped his phone, only ten batteries left.Before the electricity came, the flashlight was already weak.

He suddenly remembered a certain story he read during this time when he was researching a new script.A pair of lovers snuggled up in the typhoon, walked through the ruins, and rubbed each other's ears.It was a romantic story, without any fireworks, like a popular book in a peaceful era.

But it was written in the most turbulent time in this small world, where people pinned their ideals.Love, faith, food and clothing, that is everything in the Utopia.

While Chu Jin was contemplating the development of this small world, there was a knock on the door suddenly.Although the wind stopped outside, it was still raining. He wondered if he had heard it wrong.

If it was a thief, he should have come in by prying open the door quietly, why would he still knock on the door?If you are an acquaintance, you should make a phone call and let me know first, right?

He was still leaning against the bed, watching the fading light of the flashlight, illuminating the mess on the ground swept in by the wind outside the window, and hearing the knock on the door stop.

After weighing the pros and cons, he judged that there should be nothing in this world that could cause him substantial harm except for prohibited thermal weapons.

Chu Jin pressed his fingers to the side of the bed and sat up straight, leaned over and stood up, ready to open the door.At this time, there was a voice of talking outside, and because of the sound of rain, he couldn't hear it clearly, so Chu Jinxin thought, maybe the thieves are still ganging up to commit crimes.

Outside.

"It's troublesome." The young man was wearing a coat, his brows were heavy, he nodded politely to the people in uniform, and then frowned and looked at the door.

Chu Jin had already walked to the door, and just put his fingers on the doorknob, when he saw the door being knocked open due to external force, he dodged to avoid it, raised his eyes in surprise, and wanted to say that this was too reckless, but he saw someone standing outside in the rain It was Zhong Hanji, and several people in uniforms.

"Mr. Chu," the man in uniform apologized, "because this gentleman said he couldn't contact you suddenly, so..."

This is really not good.Chu Jin pretended to be calm and nodded: "It's troublesome."

Seeing that there was nothing to do, the few people dispersed, leaving only Zhong Hanji standing outside the door, wearing a black coat, black suit pants, and white gloves, looking at Chu Jin quietly with folded arms, as if he had just returned from an emergency. Get out of the trip.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Hanji asked, "Don't say you pressed the wrong button."

Pressing the wrong button would not immediately block the communication. Chu Jin was silent for a while before saying, "Aren't you in the capital?"

"Yes," Zhong Hanji replied, "Private flight. Is it time for you to answer?"

In the midst of the flashes, Chu Jin suddenly came up with an excuse: "The power was cut off by the strong wind, and the phone was turned off." As he spoke, he pretended to lift up the phone that had been turned off by freezing in the rain, and pressed the power button to show it to Zhong Hanji.

Zhong Hanji smiled, didn't know whether to believe it or not, and said noncommittally: "Go to my place to charge."

Chu Jin thought he was going to Zhong Hanji's residence in City H, but when he thought of the task progress bar, he readily agreed.

When he sat on the plane at 05:30 in the morning, looking through the porthole at the dawning sky, he didn't know how he got up.

There is a built-in radio in the plane, which is announcing the raging virus in North America, the LAP research laboratory is undergoing emergency research, and the special hospital is overcrowded.This is the news that has received the most attention recently, and it has occupied the hot spots all day long.

It was still windy before, so it was not a wise move to fly.But Chu Jin, who was half the cause of the incident, couldn't complain.Fortunately, the wind and rain have stopped now. According to the forecast, this morning will be a rare sunny day.

Amidst the turmoil that filled the world on the radio, Zhong Hanji sat in front, quietly reading the documents.It was nearly six o'clock, and the sky was already clear, and the sunlight revealed everything here.

Holding the Coke in one hand and the script in the other, Chu Jin finally accepted the fact that he was flying to nowhere.

This is also a necessary condition for completing the task.He comforted himself, but suddenly he heard Zhong Hanji speak.

"We're flying to South America."

The author has something to say: Happy May Day everyone! ! !Will update tomorrow (lay flat)