Same-sex marriage legalized

Ask yourself, do I want to reconcile?

Of course I don't want to.

Since it has never happened, why admit it.Since you are not familiar with people, why do you have to talk and laugh with others in the future.

adult

"So He Zhi, do you want to reconcile with Liu Xuan... no, do you want to reconcile with Liu Xuan and Lian Qing?" Brother Jian asked again, this time with a guilty tone, "Just now, the Yiyu official made another reconciliation. A message was sent, saying that it has started to investigate the false remarks of its artists, to eliminate the unhealthy atmosphere of slandering others with empty words-this statement is very directional, and it is obviously referring to Lian Qing."

"Brother Jian." I said softly, "I don't want to reconcile."

Brother Jian was silent for a while.

"Well, I respect your choice."

I can understand Brother Jian's silence, because firstly, the intercepted video is difficult to explain clearly, and secondly, Liu Xuan has already issued a statement that looks very sincere, if he comes out at this time and says that he is not familiar with the other party, and complains Those who spread rumors will only complicate the situation.

As long as you can swallow your anger, reconciliation has always been easier and less troublesome than fighting.

I'm not someone who can't compromise.

On the contrary, in the past days, I have compromised too many times for various reasons.The entertainment industry is glamorous but dirty, and things that need to bow their heads are also one after another. Trying not to get involved is already a good result.

I am used to accepting reality, but this time, I suddenly felt powerless and tired for a moment.

Fortunately, Xiao Dai and Brother Jian didn't see it.

"Lian Qing sent me a message." Brother Jian said suddenly, "But I haven't read it yet."

When Xiao Dai heard it, he couldn't help but scornfully said: "He must have come to beg for mercy!!"

"Xiao Dai." I whispered her name, "Be calm."

It's not good for her to be too emotional.In this circle, the first thing to learn is to be calm.

Xiaodai pouted, lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, poking the screen and saying, "...Okay, I'll calm down."

Brother Jian cleared his throat: "Now that you have clarified your position, I probably know what to do. You don't care about anything, I will discuss the response with the public relations team first, and I will contact you when I need your cooperation."

"Okay, brother Jian and the company will be bothered."

"What's the trouble? It's not something you took the initiative to provoke. If you want to blame it, you can blame Liu Xuan and Lian Qing." Speaking of this, Brother Jian became impatient, "Speaking of Lian Qing, I just settled down a while ago. The sky is causing me trouble again, and I don’t know what the directors of the company are doing to support him and push him to me.”

I consoled him and said, "It must be because of Brother Jian's ability."

Brother Jian disagrees: "I can make people famous, but the premise of being popular is that the person has a little bit of self-confidence. Lian Qing is completely hopeless."

After talking, we hung up the phone.

Xiao Dai looked at me: "Brother Zhizhi, where are we going now? Back to the company?"

"No." I shook my head, "I'll take you home first."

As for what happens next, it depends.

Because of the previous speculation, I always feel that things will not go as I wish, and it will end so simply.If someone is really manipulating the rumors, then the so-called hot search for "playing big names" should be just an innocuous introduction, and there may be big moves in the future.

I can even guess a few directions.

Anyway, the other party will definitely not show mercy.

After sending Xiao Dai home safely, I finally dialed Mr. Wei's phone number - no matter how many times I called just now, it was indicated that the other party was on the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Wei?"

"It's me." His voice was a little urgent, "He Zhi, where are you?"

"I'm in the car." I glanced at the road outside and answered him, "I'll probably be home in less than 10 minutes."

"Then I'll wait for you at home."

"okay."

Then there was wordless silence.

Mr. Wei hesitated to speak: "You..."

I waited a moment, but he still didn't finish the sentence.

So I asked, "Mr. Wei?"

Mr. Wei just said, "He Zhi, I'll wait for you to go home."

"it is good."

----

There was no one at night, and it took about 5 minutes to arrive at the community.

I habitually pressed down my peaked cap, waved goodbye to the driver, and prepared to walk home quickly, not to keep Mr. Wei waiting for a long time.Unexpectedly, just as I turned around, I saw Mr. Wei standing on the steps, looking at me worriedly.

He walked up to me first.

I stood where I was, looking up at him slightly until he stood still in front of me.

Mr. Wei grabbed my hand.

"came back."

"Well, I'm back." I said, "Why did Mr. Wei come down?"

"...I want to pick you up."

The unfamiliar conversation between the two of us, as if we were meeting for the first time on a blind date, is enough to show how cautious Mr. Wei is.After a stalemate for a while, his eyes suddenly became very serious.

He gripped my wrist more and more.

"He Zhi."

"what?"

"You...don't be sad."

I kept staring into his eyes, and I could clearly see the undisguised distress in his eyes.

Mr. Wei is afraid that I will be sad.

He was always the first, if not the only, person who cared about me, above anything else.

"I'm not sad, just a little confused." I explained, "Mr. Wei, would you like to hear my opinion?"

Mr. Wei hurriedly replied: "Of course."

"Then let's go home first."

Standing downstairs is never good.

In the past, I always went through difficulties alone, unknowingly packed up my emotions, and then calmly faced the next storm that I don’t know when it will come, without giving myself any time to stay and think.But now, joy, bewilderment, pain, fatigue...and other various emotions suddenly have the desire to confide.

I can't even reconcile with myself yet want to tell him.

When I got home, there was a pot of hot tea on the tea table. It seemed that it had just been brewed, and it should have been made by Mr. Wei while he was waiting for me.I walked over, poured two cups of tea, and handed one of them to Mr. Wei.

"Moisturize your throat first."

His voice was a little hoarse, and thinking of the fact that he couldn't get through on the phone in the car, I guessed that he should have talked a lot when contacting others for today's business, and thus became like this.

Thinking of this, I feel warm in my heart.

"In the past, people always said that I have no desires and desires, and I can feel this myself occasionally. But it's not the same recently."

Mr. Wei asked, "What's the difference?"

"Recently—" I said jokingly, "I've started thinking about the future."

Mr. Wei frowned, and the pain in his far-reaching eyes never lessened.

Because he understands.

I understand why I seldom think about the future in the past. I can only follow the trajectory of life and live helplessly.

"During this period, I occasionally feel that there are other choices in life, and I don't need to force myself." I said again, "Maybe I subconsciously think that I have a way out."

"Retreat?" He asked puzzledly, "What is it?"

"It's Mr. Wei."

I answered with a smile.

He was stunned for a moment, then he hesitated, his eyes dodged: "I, I..."

I leaned forward and kissed him.

"Thank you, Mr. Wei, for letting me see another possibility."

The so-called retreat is not only Mr. Wei's preference, but also the state of mind that I like a person for the first time.

So clear and clear.

It makes my future finally traceable.