salt by salt

I said the stomachache was fake, Yang Chen didn't know the inside story when he gave the order.

He took it seriously, not only found a doctor, but also ordered several kinds of stomach nourishing porridge and light side dishes.The young man who brought the doctor with him was one of Yang Chen's assistants. His surname was Yuan. He had a round face with a smile and was very attentive and thoughtful.

There was no illness at all, the doctor prescribed some ordinary stomach medicine after seeing it, and gave some precautions.I was holding the porridge bowl and couldn't finish my mouth for a long time. Seeing this, Xiao Yuan said, "Mr. Xu, is it not to your taste? I'll serve you another flavor. The kumquat and astragalus porridge in this restaurant is very famous..."

"No, no, no." I couldn't say that I thought the porridge was bland, "Thank you for making a trip."

Xiao Yuan looked at me expectantly, and I had to drink half a bowl.He seemed to be relieved, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang is worried about Mr. Xu's health, so he asked me specifically."

It turned out that it was Yang Chen who asked him to stare at me while eating, I couldn't laugh or cry.After Xiao Yuan said goodbye to the doctor, I turned on the computer and read the email from Lin Ya.

Although the content she found was not detailed, it listed the names of Song Cheng's parents, and attached a warning at the end of the email: The little model has terminated the contract with Asia Entertainment.

I sighed deeply, smiled wryly and deleted the email.If I knew today, why bother?Lin Ya once advised me not to be greedy, but I didn't obey at that time, and I was still entangled and perished among these few people.It's too late to disconnect now.

About Song Cheng, I sat in the study and thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't think of any reason.

I always feel that the road ahead is in vain, I don't know where to go, and there is no one I can fully trust.I also thought that the current situation was all due to my own faults, so I couldn't wait to open the window and jump off to finish it all, and I didn't have to worry about what happened behind me.

This state of mind hung over me like a black cloud, and it became increasingly difficult to breathe, and I couldn't get any energy out of it except the refreshing thought of dying.I know that I am not normal now, and I try to resolve myself, but it is completely useless.

Tired, too tired to sleep.

I have to go to bed quickly, I want to sleep.

I tried my best to go to the bedroom, my hands were trembling nervously, and I searched for sleeping pills from the bedside.There were not a few pills left in the medicine bottle, so I swallowed them all.Stuck in the throat and uncomfortable, stood up and leaned on the wall, walked to the dining table, and reached for the porridge bowl.

The bowl was produced by a famous Japanese designer, and the price was ridiculously expensive. Yang Chen liked it at first sight, so he simply bought a whole set.The light cyan porcelain sets off the light orange kumquat porridge in the bowl, and the color matches beautifully.

There is no heat at all, it must be cold...

My memory ends here.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself sleeping on the bed in the second bedroom with my clothes closed. When I sat up, I was at a loss: Didn’t I want to drink porridge? Why did I lie on the bed?

It was already dark outside the window, and I had a headache from sleeping, so I got up and moved around.Seeing the bowls on the dining table, I felt a dull pain in my throat, probably choking on the pills, and realized that I wasn't dreaming.

Taking sleeping pills has such a good effect that you even forget everything that happened?

I had a bad guess in my heart, but I couldn't confirm it for a while, so I finally decided to call Wu Mian.

He answered quickly: "Junyan?"

"Doctor Wu." I turned on the light and nestled in the sofa, "I haven't contacted you for a long time."

"It hasn't been long." Wu Mian's voice contained a soothing sense of security, caring and natural, like an old friend for many years, "How are you doing?"

"It's okay, I want to ask you something."

I hesitated for a while, and told him what happened just now. After all, professional opinions are more reliable.

Wu Mian pondered for a moment: "Have you had similar experiences before?"

I thought about it carefully, and remembered something from a long time ago: "I'm not sure if it's the same situation..."

"Tell me."

"A few days before the college entrance examination, I was tired from studying at home, and wanted to sleep on the table, but when I woke up, I found myself in the garden of the community." I was a little embarrassed to mention this, "but I was full of thoughts I didn't pay much attention to the exam. Dr. Wu, what do you think is going on?"

There was a slight sound of strokes on Wu Mian's side, probably taking notes.He said softly: "Don't worry too much, overwork, stress and hormone imbalance may cause it. I'm not sure if it's psychogenic amnesia. Are you free these few days? It's best to come for a checkup."

I looked at the recent arrangement sent by Tang Mo, and set a time with him.

In my eyes, this kind of situation is much more serious than the psychological problems that cannot be seen from the outside. If you suddenly lose consciousness during a meeting and do something strange, you will be really shameless.

Wu Mian continued to chat with me for a few words, suggesting that I should not stop the psychological counseling casually, and help me to relax.But the biggest problem at present cannot be told to him, so he can only suffer by himself.

After hanging up the phone, I felt a little hungry, not interested in cold porridge, and was going to make fried rice with eggs.Unexpectedly, after opening the refrigerator, it was full of dazzling arrays, which was much more pleasing to the eye than the empty one when I was cooking last time.

Looking at all kinds of fresh ingredients, it seems very boring to only make fried rice with eggs.Just as I was looking for a suitable recipe, I heard a hasty knock on the door.

Who will come at this point in time, the property?

Although Yang Chen bought this house for fun when he was in high school, the location is very good and the security of the community is strict.I opened the door, and unexpectedly found Yang Chen who was supported by someone outside the door.

He smelled of alcohol, but his appearance was no different from when he was sober.Only a pair of peach blossom eyes contained a bit more straightforward affection than usual, and a bit of blush appeared on the handsome face, which made me stunned.

The man supporting him next to him looked familiar, he seemed to be a friend of Yang Chen's.As soon as the other party saw me, he laughed: "Xu Junyan, right? Help me, Young Master Yang drank too much."

I quickly took it, Yang Chen lazily put my shoulders on my shoulders, leaning on me with all his strength, it was so heavy that I staggered.

"I won't be a light bulb when someone delivers it home." The man outside the door didn't come in either, and waved his hand with a smile, "No need to deliver it, I'll go down by myself."

The other party said and helped to close the door, I thought to myself, do you think I can spare the energy to be polite to you?Full of doubts, he could only help Yang Chen to the bedroom step by step.

He was probably really drunk, and his reaction was terribly slow. After falling on the bed for a few minutes, he said slowly: "...Xu Junyan?"

"Who else but me?"

Wu Miangang told me to find something to do so as not to worry, Yang Chen turned around and troubled me.But I've never seen him like this before. After thinking about it, I went to the bathroom and twisted a hot towel to wipe his face, and then took the porridge to heat.

Caressing the breathtakingly beautiful eyebrows with my fingers, I said helplessly: "Xue Keming is married, why do you use wine to drown your worries? Do you still want to continue your relationship with her?!"

Yang Chen turned to look at me, and it took a long time before he said, "It has nothing to do with her."

I promised a few perfunctory words, got up to serve the porridge, but he grabbed my wrist, caught off guard and fell on the bed, angrily said: "Yang Chen, why are you so nervous——"

"...Don't go." His voice was muffled and sounded weak, "Don't go, I want to vomit."

"I won't go, wait until you spit on me?"

I laughed and said, turned over and touched his hair that was stuck to his forehead.Maybe it was because he was not feeling well after being drunk, Yang Chen's eyes were red, and I sighed: "I won't leave."

"Okay." Yang Chen paused for a while, then suddenly said, "My flight is the day after tomorrow."

I didn't understand. After a while, I realized: "Your father asked you to go back to follow the project? So soon?"

"It hasn't been taken down yet. Before that, any accidents are possible. There must be someone between me and him." He spoke very slowly in just a few words, and he stopped several times, as if he was thinking of words. no one."

I nodded, Yang Chen's father had to take care of the country's domestic development, but also had to keep an eye on project bidding, so he would definitely arrange a large part of the work for Yang Chen.Even though Yang Chen is extremely talented, he is usually used to investing in his own business as he pleases, so he is suddenly entrusted with a heavy responsibility, so he naturally feels anxious.

"I know you are annoying." I said, "You can talk to me about unhappy things, don't drink so much, you have a bad stomach."

He shook his head and called my name: "Xu Junyan."

"Ah."

"I am very tired."

I closed my eyes and lay flat beside him, staring at the luxurious and bright chandelier: "I'm tired too. We're all tired."

"How did this happen?" Yang Chen said, "How did we become like this?"

I turned my head and saw that his brows were trembling, his expression was painful and depressed, and a tear was sliding down the end of his eye, refracting a subtle light.The light seemed to cut through my heart harder than almost any blow I'd ever received from him.

At a certain moment, I really wanted to tell him about Song Cheng, and wanted him to put away his sad look and return to his usual cheerful smile.I told myself I was soft on him one last time.

"Yang Chen." I propped up my upper body, bowed my head and kissed away his tears, with a soft tone, "We will be fine, the road ahead will be very long..."

...and you're leaving by yourself.