Pandora's Box

Zhuo Wenyang came over quickly, and when I got into the car, he gave me a gentle smile.

It made one of my hearts pound again in flattery.

His smile is too pretty, it seems that there are stars in his eyes.

In the starlight that can make me dizzy, I brew back and forth waiting for the invitation to say it.

Although I have rehearsed my speech countless times and know it by heart, I was still so nervous that I hesitated to speak several times when the words came to my mouth.

Finally, I mustered up the courage and chose a not-so-direct opening line: "I feel that everyone is very busy recently, should I relax a bit. Do you have any plans for next weekend?"

"Next week?" Zhuo Wenyang thought for a while, "I work on weekends."

"Are you so busy?" I didn't give up, "You don't have to work overtime at night, do you?"

"There's a new project going on, a meeting with the design team on Saturday night. There's a launch event on Sunday night."

The heat in my body that had made my ears and head steam hot suddenly disappeared, and a disappointing chill appeared from the bottom of my heart to my hands and feet.

I said, "Oh, that's it."

He looked at me: "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's nothing, just, my friend gave me two tickets to Xu Yan's concert next Sunday night. The location is very good." of."

He looked at me: "You want, ask me to go with you?"

"Yeah. It's okay if you don't have time, next time, anyway, there are so many concerts like this in T City."

He said suddenly, "I'll arrange it."

"what?"

"What time does the concert start?"

"07:30..."

"Okay, let's get there at six."

"what?"

"It's been a long time since I went to a concert," he said.

I suppressed my joy and said, "Yeah!"

He is so gentle.

His expression made me feel that anything is possible.

I suddenly thought, I should also make a PPT to confess my love to Zhuo Wenyang.

I have many, many things to say to him, and those are far more than what can be expressed by "I like you".

And I couldn't have the courage to say it to him.

The work of the new week is even busier, but I am still self-taught, and I squeezed time to make the PPT. For this reason, I even spent money to buy a membership for the PPT template.

I plan to send this to Zhuo Wenyang after watching the concert together.In this way, even if the confession fails, at least you can spend a happy weekend with him first, just like having a meal with a broken head.

Whether the confession should be the clarion call of charge or the triumphant song of victory, I can't figure it out, and I can't care about it now.

Although there were all kinds of fears and worries, the desire for Zhuo Wenyang still prevailed.Even knowing that the risk of failure is great, he can fill my heart with the courage to take risks.

Everyone has to work overtime this weekend. Ke Luo, who couldn't go to City S for two weeks in a row, was very sad. Even Lu Feng was very sad because he couldn't watch the finale of the morning drama with Cheng Yichen at home. I was the only one who slipped through the net. , no need to go to the company.

This is the privilege that Cheng Yichen gave me after scolding Lu Feng.

It's a bit embarrassing, but I can only accept it with a smile.

After dinner in the evening, Cheng Yichen said, "I'm going out tomorrow to meet the bookseller."

Lu Feng expressed his concern: "Are you alone? I'll let someone accompany you."

"No need," Cheng Yichen frowned, "I'm such an adult, can I still get lost? I really don't like your people following. Besides, let's give them a vacation."

Seeing Lu Feng hesitated to speak, worried and afraid of being scolded, I recommended myself, "I'll take you there, Uncle Chen, I'm free anyway. Let's take a stroll and eat something delicious."

Cheng Yichen smiled: "That's good, there seem to be quite a lot of Internet celebrity restaurants that young people like in that area."

After volunteering, I remembered that I only owned a car with two wheels.As for Cheng Yichen's car, after he went out with Lu Feng last time, for some reason, he sent it to have the interior changed, but he still hasn't got it back.

I asked, "Shall we take a taxi?"

"Go in my car," Lu Feng said, "that Cayenne."

His few luxury cars, including the Rolls Royce, were all disliked by Cheng Yichen for being too flamboyant, so it was really low-key for him to change to a new one this year.Since Cheng Yichen didn't criticize him anymore, this car was promoted to Lufeng's exclusive car.

Although getting up early was a bit of a pain, Sunday morning was still very pleasant, with fresh air, smooth road conditions, and anticipation for tonight's concert, feeling that this would be a good day.

On the way, Cheng Yichen picked out a playlist, and the melody was rippling in the car. It wasn't a popular Douyin brainwashing song, but it sounded familiar to me: "What song is this?"

Cheng Yichen smiled and said, "They are all old classics, my nostalgic playlist."

"I seem to have heard of it."

"Yes? They're all older than you."

When one of the songs was played, I concluded that this was indeed a song I had heard before: "I will do this one!"

I shook my head and hummed: "Let me forget, all of the hate, all of the sadness~~"

Cheng Yichen was a little surprised: "You have really heard of it."

I proudly said: "I also know it is called endless rain!"

Cheng Yichen smiled: "One of the three greatest rains in the history of rock and roll. I thought you young people don't listen to these anymore."

I suddenly remembered that this was recommended to me by Mr. X. He shared with me a playlist he treasured, and I put it in the BGM when playing games, so I remembered some of the songs in it.

"Do you like rock and roll too?"

"Actually, I don't know much, but my brother likes it very much. He recommended many rock classics to me, and he also shared this playlist," he said with a smile, "You know, although Yi Chen studied architecture, In fact, he is very talented in music. He can play the guitar well and sing well. I thought he would do music at first. Unfortunately, later..."

He paused suddenly.

I asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

After a while, Cheng Yichen said in a low voice: "Something happened later, many people's life plans were disrupted, including him."

"What's wrong with him?"

Cheng Yichen hesitated for a moment before saying: "He was injured, almost paralyzed, and it took a long time to recover."

"..."

"But it's fine now," he continued hastily, "everyone is fine."

I suddenly had a strange feeling, but I couldn't tell what it was.

The sad male voice is still singing tearfully: "As Itrytoholdyou, you'revanishingbeforeme...Iawakefrommydream.Ican'tfindmywaywithoutyou..." The vocalist's voice sounds like a broken heart.

Although it was a cloudless sunny day outside, because of the lingering regret and hopeless loneliness in the melody, it seemed like it was going to rain.

The atmosphere in the car became inexplicably low.

I hum along silently in my head, in my half-baked Japanese.At the end of the song, after recovering from the sentimentality, I suddenly realized that something was wrong with the car.

There seems to be a problem with the brakes.

And we're already on the highway.

I exhausted all the operations I could think of in a short time, but nothing worked, the car was still speeding out of control.

"Uncle Chen."

He also noticed something strange, and looked at me nervously: "What's wrong?"

My heart beat fast: "The brakes are broken."

There was a moment of silence in the car.

I quickly said, "Is there a pillow or something in the back seat? You hold one and lower your head."

His voice was a little trembling: "Xiao Jing..."

There is a curve ahead, and we should have slowed down here.

There is no time to think, and I can't think about anything. My mind seems to be blank, and it seems that many, many things flashed through.

Zhuo Wenyang, will he blame me?

The guardrail was getting closer and closer, and I slammed the steering wheel wildly.

My ears seemed to hear a loud noise, but there was darkness in front of my eyes.

I can't describe the feeling, a little tired and confused.It seems to be asleep, and it seems to have woken up.And even though I opened my eyes, I still could only see black.

It seemed to be in a very, very dark place, not only pitch black, but also quiet.

What about Uncle Chen?

I started to get scared.

Where did he go?How is he?

Have I lost him?

Will Zhuo Wenyang blame me?Will they blame me?

I fumbled forward, I don't know how long it had passed, and finally, far away, there seemed to be a light ahead.

I quickened my steps towards the light.

That should be the export.

There was a figure standing there at the exit, as if waiting for me.

I get excited, is it Uncle Chen?

When I got closer, I found that it was not Uncle Chen, but a woman.

She smiled and looked at me.She looked very kind, very kind.

I've never met her, but out of nowhere, I find her kind.So much so that I asked her rashly, "Who are you? Are you my grandma?"

She smiled and nodded.

I've actually seen my grandma. My dad has a family portrait of their Qin family.In the photo, my grandma has a graceful, luxurious and jewel-like demeanor, elegant and strict, a typical mistress of a wealthy family.

But she is very simple, very kind appearance.

But at this time, I have no intention to entangle this difference. I just don't know why, and I feel a little sad and vulnerable.

I said, "Grandma, take me home."

I walked alone in this darkness, so lonely, so tired.

She shook her head and said softly, "That won't work, they are still waiting for you."

Then I felt like I was being pushed hard.

I felt like I fell from a very high place, endless weightlessness, but before the fall reached the end, I woke up with a start.

Like a drowning person finally surfacing, I gasped for breath.

There seemed to be light again in front of my eyes, but I couldn't open my eyes, and my ears began to pick up noisy sounds, but I couldn't quite make out what it was.

It seems that someone is shouting: "Yes!"

"..."

"There's a heartbeat!"

Then my consciousness was powerless and gradually slipped into the darkness.

In the darkness this time, I never met my grandma again.But I met my childhood self.

The consciousness came and went again and again, and I was tossing and suffering in one dream after another, but I couldn't really wake up, I could only cycle through the hellish pain of reincarnation.

Until vaguely, I seemed to suddenly hear chirping birds, the sound was very melodious, crisp, like a bright light, dispelling the black mist covering my eyes.

Someone said softly, "Wake up."

I was in a daze for a while, and finally felt that my eyelids could move.I had the strength to lift it up, and I seemed to regain control of my body.

"Really woke up!"

In the hazy field of vision, there are vaguely familiar faces, but I can't see their expressions clearly, and even the movements caught by my ears are messy.

"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing..."

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb him."

"Woooooooo..."

God, why is anyone crying?Am I dead and listening to all this now in a spirit state?

"Don't cry, don't get too excited, go and wipe your face, he will be scared." This should be my dad talking.

I opened my mouth, trying to think of something to say, but I still couldn't get my throat out.

Quiet all around.

"Is he going to talk?"

Someone asked softly, "What do you want to say?"

It seemed to be Zhuo Wenyang's voice.

From my throat, I made a vague voice: "Where's Uncle Chen?"

I feel my hand being held in a warm palm.

"He's fine, don't worry."

I was relieved.

Then I remembered another thing.

"what time is it now?"

"Eleven at night," he asked me, "what's the matter?"

"Ah..." I suddenly felt so lost, "The concert...is too late..."

"..."

After a moment of silence, my hand was clenched even harder.

He whispered, "It's okay, next time."

Someone is asking: "What concert?"

I recognized it, the voice was Cheng Yichen, and it was he who was crying just now.

Zhuo Wenyang said: "Xiao Jing originally made an appointment with me to go to the concert that night."

My dad seemed to be dumbfounded: "Silly boy, how many days have passed."

"what……"

Only then did I belatedly realize that from the time the car hit the guardrail to when I woke up, it should not have taken a day.

But my consciousness was still stuck on that day, on the morning when I was looking forward to going to the concert with Zhuo Wenyang.

After the doctor came to check me up, my dad and Cheng Yichen were finally willing to go to rest.Zhuo Wenyang said that they hadn't been able to close their eyes properly for a while, so he urged them to go to sleep before returning to work, and he stayed with me by himself.

Therefore, the rest of the night belonged to me and Zhuo Wenyang who stayed with me.

Although my current appearance must be flattering and impossible to arouse anyone's romantic emotions, I am still very happy in my heart.

Since I shouldn't talk too much at the moment, but I have a look of seeking knowledge that I want to ask about everything, Zhuo Wenyang spontaneously chatted according to my facial expressions.

Rarely have I heard him talk so much in one breath.In his patient narration, I have a general understanding of the chaos during this period and everyone's sleeplessness.

At first the house was in chaos, my dad and LEE all came from S City that day, and everyone stayed in the hospital.Later, something happened and he realized that this was not the solution, so he asked Ke Luo to go back to the company to keep an eye on it, and LEE went to help him.

Although Uncle Chen was out of danger, his injuries were not serious, so Lu Feng was accompanying him.

I couldn't help feeling guilty towards Uncle Chen.His younger brother, his son, have all come to my place, but he only has one Lu Feng.

"Just now I went to see my dad's ward. He has been given medicine and has fallen asleep. Lu Feng is also asleep," Zhuo Wenyang said, "I didn't wake them up. Wait until tomorrow, and tell them you wake up tomorrow morning." gone."

I nodded hard: "Yeah, let them have a good rest."

I think this is very good. Compared with their visits, I am more eager to spend time with Zhuo Wenyang like this.

Zhuo Wenyang said: "When you were unconscious, Lu Feng also visited you a few times."

"is it?"

I was quite surprised, I thought he only had Cheng Yichen in his eyes, so he didn't care about other people's lives.

Zhuo Wenyang saw my surprise, and said softly, "He's not so cold-blooded anymore. At least he hopes you are safe and sound as we do. Besides, your injuries are much more severe than my father's."

"is it?"

He said: "Usually in a car accident, the co-pilot is injured much more seriously than the main driver. Because people have an instinctive avoidance reaction, they will definitely use the side away from themselves to meet the impact and reduce the direct damage to themselves. But your side The front of the car, all."

He stopped, remained silent for a while, and then whispered, "It's all crashed."

I said, "Actually, it might just be that my skills are too poor to hide in time."

He smiled: "It doesn't matter, I will regard you as a great hero who defeated instinct."

So I puffed out my chest proudly: "So you want to praise me?

He smiled again: "Of course. I will give you a little red flower."

He's really gentle and cute.

"there's one more thing."

"Ok?"

Zhuo Wenyang put away his smile and said, "Your car accident was not a simple accident, it was man-made."

I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

"The brakes were tampered with, it was for Landwind," he said, "but you took his car away that day."

"..."

"So for a while, we are all very cautious, and we may be overly nervous, a little bit of a panic. Don't be surprised."

"Um……"

"However, you don't have to be afraid," he said hastily, "it won't happen again. You are safe now."

I nodded.

With Zhuo Wenyang around, I really feel safe from the bottom of my heart.

I was thinking about it, and suddenly I heard Zhuo Wenyang say, "That's right."

"Ok?"

"I put something under your pillow for good luck. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh? What is it?"

Zhuo Wenyang stretched out his hand, hesitantly took out something from under the pillow, and held it up to my eyes.

Under the light, I could see clearly that it was a piece of translucent auspicious cloud and phoenix jade pendant.

"I asked a master for it, and it is said that it is very effective." He seemed a little ashamed of his superstition, "Believe it or not, just keep it for now, it's still very beautiful."

I was instantly happy, but I said calmly: "Wow, it looks quite valuable, not bad."

This is a superstitious item that Zhuo Wenyang, a good young man who talks about science and culture, made a special trip to ask for it for me!

I am so happy!