Rebirth White Moonlight Fall in Love with Me

Ji Huai turned his eyes away, and said casually, "I'll give it to you when I get home."

"Take it off now." Cheng Jingze held on to his wrist without hesitation, staring at the man's eyes with clear eyes, "Is there a problem?"

"...Don't make trouble for no reason."

Until Yao Qu drove the car to Zhuangxin Community, the two of them remained silent. Unlike the previous silence when they had nothing to say, this time it was more like a cold war.

Cheng Jingze got out of the car first, didn't intend to wait for anyone, directly pressed the elevator to go upstairs, unlocked the door with his fingerprint and went in.

Ji Huai took out his change of clothes from the trunk, turned around and saw that the person was gone, Yao Qu silently pointed to the elevator, indicating that the person had already left.

When the man entered, he saw a pair of canvas shoes randomly placed at the door, and he was relieved that there was a pair of house slippers missing.

Cheng Jingze embraced his hands, walked slowly in front of him, stretched out a hand, and said in a tone that could not be questioned: "It's home, take it off."

Ji Huai lowered his head to change his shoes and ignored him.

Cheng Jingze kicked off the slippers that the man was about to put on.

His restraint and advance and retreat all the time disappeared in an instant, and he grabbed the man's neckline violently. Because of his anger, his neck was aroused with blue veins, his eyes were steaming with fire, and he shouted angrily: "You fucking know what you are doing!" What?!"

Ji Huai looked into his eyes and said lightly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"It has nothing to do with me. That's fine." Cheng Jingze loosened his collar, half self-deprecating and half amused, grabbed his wrist, stared at the reflective glass dial, and asked him, "Then why are you guilty?"

Just as the man was about to withdraw his hand, Cheng Jingze bit the back of his hand until he tasted the bitterness on the tip of his tongue. He raised his eyes, took off his watch, and dropped it to the ground.

I saw a six centimeter long scar on the wrist.

Cheng Jingze's throat seemed to be pinched by a big hand, he couldn't breathe, and his heart felt like it was hit by a blunt instrument thousands of times.The answer was a cloud of confusion, and he was stuck in the answer, lost and not knowing where to return.In the last century, Huai had no scars on his hands.In other words, the person who disrupted the wheel of reincarnation was himself.

No matter what the reason for Ji Huaicut/wrist suicide is, Cheng Jingze knows that it is always because of the butterfly effect caused by his arrival with memories.

His shoulders trembled violently, he held the man's hand, and said in a dull tone, "What the hell can't you think about?!"

Ji Huai withdrew his hand, his sleeves dropped to cover the scar, and said calmly, "I accidentally scratched it. It's not that serious."

Cheng Jingze stopped talking.

Strong self-blame and shame filled his palms with cold sweat. His arrival disrupted the original trajectory of too many people. What if someone died because of the butterfly effect?It never occurred to him that he almost killed someone.

He lowered his eyes, he didn't want people to notice the wet red eye sockets, and he didn't intend to question the man's reason for committing suicide. Maybe it was a reason that he couldn't fight with him, but it must be because he turned the initial trajectory.

Should we repeat the same mistakes in order to reduce the damage?

He has no answer, and has no strength to think.

Another moment of silence.

Ji Huai went back to the study to process the company documents, and the phone rang.

He looked at the caller and hesitated for a moment, "Hello."

"You didn't take the medicine last time, open the door."

As soon as the voice fell, someone rang the doorbell.

Ji Huai hung up the phone, rubbed his forehead and walked out of the living room. Cheng Jingze just came out with a cup, his eyes were reddish as if he had cried, and he poured a glass of water from the water dispenser.

The doorbell rang again, Ji Huai hurried over to open the door, took the things, and quickly closed the door.

Cheng Jingze glanced over from the corner of his eye, a flash of light flashed in his mind, he put down his cup and walked over, looking into the man's eyes, "Who is it?"

Ji Huai's Adam's apple twitched, and said casually, "...the food delivery."

Cheng Jingze sneered, "President Ji, no one told you, so you won't lie?"

After finishing speaking, he opened the door again. The man hadn't left yet. He was wearing a tracksuit, with a basketball tucked between his arms and waist, his back was drenched in sweat, and he carried a bag of things in his hand, "And..."

Cheng Jingze's eyes almost popped out, he was startled, "Su Yu?!"

Su Yu frowned slightly, glanced back at Ji Huai, ignored Cheng Jingze's existence, went in and put the plastic bag on the sofa, and said, "Jingze is going to the concert tomorrow, remember to come."

After all, he left without looking back.

After closing the door, Cheng Jingze took out the contents of the plastic bag to have a look.

Diazepam, tramadol, fluoxetine, sertraline, imipramine, monoamine oxidase inhibitors…

If Cheng Jingze hadn't taken the medicine for half his life in his previous life, he really wouldn't know what's in it.Diazepam, sleep aid.Tramadol, for pain relief.The rest... all antidepressants.

He couldn't believe it, and was suddenly curious about what happened. His lips trembled and he wanted to ask a few questions, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to ask, and in what capacity, to ask.

Why commit suicide?

Why are you depressed?

And why did you hide it from him?

Ji Huai put the medicine he took out back into the bag.

Cheng Jingze watched his back as he walked into the study, and a flash of light flashed in his mind.

The day he came to Ji Huai's house for the first time after his rebirth, Ji Huai did the same, walking into the study with a plastic bag.

Could it be, before that...

Ji Huai put the things back in the study, went to the cabinet to get the medicine box back, and walked to the young man.

"You're shaking," he reminded.

Cheng Jingze looked at his fingertips, and responded very lightly. He held the man's wrist with his cold hands, and felt the scar in his fingertips that made him feel stuck in his throat. After a while, he said tremblingly: "...it's...it's me. Harmful?"

Ji Huai felt his subtle emotions and frowned, "You..."

"So, Su Yu is your psychiatrist." Cheng Jingze calmed down slowly, breathed calmly, and wanted to meet Su Yu's temptation for the second time. It turned out that everything had signs, but he never noticed it.

Ji Huai responded, and didn't bother to hide it from him. Instead, he grabbed the young man's left hand and took off his bandage.

Cheng Jingze realized that he didn't take a sip of the water he just poured, but instead drenched himself all over. The stinging pain he felt after pouring the water on the wound made him think about something in an instant, and suddenly grabbed the man's hand that was changing the dressing for him. ,"etc!"

Ji Huai couldn't understand his flickering emotions, "What's wrong?"

"Hospital...yes! Hospital!" Cheng Jingze grabbed the man's shoulders violently, his crazy eyes had long lost their warmth, his eyes followed his brain rapidly, and he murmured in a low voice, as if talking to himself Vague: "May...NO.13, why do you go to the brain department of the hospital?"

Ji Huai didn't answer, but just looked at him quietly, which made his panic and nervousness even better, and said tremblingly: "The variable... the variable is from the hospital... and the call to tell me to go to work... you called too! It's you Let Yao Qu take over..."

"Why?!" Cheng Jingze looked directly at him, his eyes flickering, "Tell me!"

Ji Huai didn't look into his eyes, and said, "Calm down."

The young man's voice was trembling, and his puzzled question seemed to have an answer, "Have you... died too? You hate me and hate me because you died once and were cheated by me once, right? ?"

He grabbed the man's wrist, and his nails were almost embedded in the skin and bones. Others might be puzzled by these unreasonable words, but Ji Huai understood.

The man asked in a low voice, "What about you?"

Cheng Jingze smiled, but that smile was really not pretty, it was a bit twisted and forced, "What do you think? Ji Huai, you hate me."

This is an affirmation.

No longer calling Mr. Ji, but calling him by his first name, it is a collision of past and present, memories and people are all there, the pain of the past is hidden for half a lifetime, and being blown by the wind is another reincarnation.

Ji Huai put down the cotton swab and said lightly, "...Yes."

Cheng Jingze raised his hand and slapped him across the face, and laughed mockingly: "Don't worry. I hate you too."

As she said that, she leaned closer to the man, and the hand that had just slapped her changed into stroking, stroking his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and the delicate movements seemed to be tickling, "I couldn't figure it out just now, but I finally understand it." So, I want to see me in my previous life, like a pug dog who is obedient to orders, wagging its tail and licking you twice when it’s okay? It’s fun, isn’t it? Hmm?”

Ji Huai hugged the young man's wrist, stood up and shook his hand, his tone returned to his usual coldness: "Whatever you think."

"Yes." Cheng Jingze chuckled twice, "I'm humble, I'm like a dog, which words didn't come from your mouth? Why, you don't recognize it now?"

"I don't want to quarrel with you." Ji Huai walked back to the study without turning his head, and closed the door with a bang.

Cheng Jingze finished applying the medicine to himself and tied the bandage with one hand. He didn't slam the door and leave in anger. He had a very clear understanding of his current situation.

At least for now, living here is not bad.

He knew that Ji Huai's hatred for him might be due to his sudden departure and out of control.

And his hatred for Ji Huai goes far beyond the fact that Ji Huai concealed his fiancé and used him as a substitute.This can be regarded as his crime, because even if he knew about it, he would not leave.

In his previous life, he dealt with different people at different banquets. When talking about him, Ji Huai would describe him as a dog, and humble is his exclusive adjective.

At first he didn't know, and even if he knew, he wouldn't believe it. It's impossible for a cultivated and perfect person like Ji Huai to say that kind of thing.

But he did hear it.More than once.

At the project celebration banquet, most of the high-level shareholders knew about his relationship with Ji Huai, and it didn't affect work efficiency. Naturally, no one broke through that layer of tulle and put it on the bright side.

His career is booming, and he is well-known in the industry by virtue of his cooperation with Hengnan Group. Later projects keep coming to him, asking him to do it by name, and of course Cheng Jingze readily accepts it.The cooperation was successful. Most people drank the celebration wine at the celebration banquet. They spit out the words they usually talk about while drinking. Someone pressed Cheng Jingze on the shoulder and called him a bitch. Shameless , Relying on the relationship with Ji Huai to compete for the project, someone dumped the garbage at his workstation, and his subordinates heard the rumors, and spread the rumors, and when the newcomers heard the rumors, no one wanted to be assigned to his group.

He gradually became numb to inexplicable accusations and scolding. After being verbally and violently isolated by his colleagues in the company one after another, he probably wouldn't be afraid even if someone stabbed him with a knife.But he didn't expect Ji Huai to talk about him like this behind his back.

"Just a lowly dog..."

"It will be thrown away in a few years..."

"I yelled a couple of times and then I got entangled..."

...

The words are still in my ears.

He and Ji Huai have never had a holiday, love has long since sunk and disappeared, but hatred is piled up higher than the sky.