The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Seeing Cong Lie lighting a cigarette, Yunji said nothing.

He walked to the side of the balcony and picked out a Yellow Crane Tower from the cigarette case, from biting it to lighting it in one go.

He didn't talk to Cong Lie, he leaned half on the edge of the balcony, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke into the air.

Cong Lie knew that Yunji smoked.

But ever since he expressed his dislike for second-hand smoke, Yunji never smoked in front of him again.

It's just that he often has a faint smell of tobacco on his body.

In the past, Cong Lie just didn't think it smelled bad, and he definitely didn't like it.

He couldn't help staring at Yunji.

The smoke he inhaled just now didn't seem to go down the windpipe, but instead lit a fire in his heart, burning his entire chest hot.

The clouds were gathered in wisps of smoke.

The half-length curly hair was tucked behind the ears, maybe it hadn't been cut short for a while, it was a little messy but had an indescribable style.

The side of his neck is faintly visible in the strands of broken hair, and the light blue blood vessels are like the gentlest river, lying under his milky white skin.

Cong Lie clenched his fingers unconsciously, then let them go stiffly.

Yunji held the cigarette holder with one hand on the railing, and the other in his trousers pocket.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the turquoise jade bracelet on his wrist, making his skin look too white.

He looked a little tired, and didn't care about Cong Lie and Liang Chao next to him. He put his forehead on his forearm and smoked with his eyes closed.

Cong Lie looked at him without blinking, unable to look away.

It wasn't until a burning pain came from his fingertips that he subconsciously threw out the cigarette butt in his hand, only to realize that his cigarette had burned to the end.

"Brother Lie? Is it burning?" Liang Chao's loudspeaker immediately started broadcasting.

Cong Lie shook his hands in embarrassment and annoyance, "It's okay!"

"Hurry up and rinse with cold water! If it burns, it will leave a scar!" Liang Chao didn't care about Cong Lie's anger, "Brother Lie, why are you so devoted? You don't even know when the smoke burns your hands."

Cong Lie wanted to strangle Liang Chao to death, "Shut up."

Seeming to be startled by the two of them at last, Yunji raised his face sleepily, his eyes unfocused.

His lips were bloodless, even paler than they looked before the rest.

"Have you finished tidying up inside?" Yunji didn't seem to pay attention to what they were arguing just now, "Then let's continue earlier."

He stood up and rubbed his eyes as he walked towards the balcony door, and he was about to reach the threshold.

Cong Lie's hand was faster than his brain, and he grabbed the thin wrist.

The skin didn't look soft, and it wasn't even much warmer than the string of jade beads around his wrist.

How is he so thin?

Before Cong Lie could come up with an answer for himself, his hands were empty.

"Do you have something to do?" Yunji withdrew his hand, the laziness on his body disappeared, revealing that inhuman indifference again.

"I'm fine, but you're going to be fine soon!" Cong Lie pointed at the bottom of his feet in a bad tone, "Can you see the road while walking?"

Yunji just glanced at him indifferently, opened the door and left without saying anything.

"What's his attitude? What's his attitude!" Cong Lie asked Liang Chao while pointing at Yunji's back.

Liang Chao touched the tip of his nose, "I don't think Yun is always uncomfortable?"

"What kind of work does he come to if he's not feeling well? If he's not feeling well, he should lie down at home! Who made him feel uncomfortable so he has to come?" Cong Lie was so angry that he messed up his hair.

When the photographer saw Cong Lie's face when he came back, he almost wanted to directly apply for rescheduling the shooting.

But I didn't expect the subsequent shooting to be unexpectedly smooth.

Cong Lie cooperated uncharacteristically, and almost all the shots were passed in one pass, and the work was called off before three o'clock in the afternoon.

After the photographer had roughly confirmed the design of each storyboard and short film with him, Yunji packed his notebook and thermos into his bag.

Even yesterday afternoon and evening, Yunji has read the equipment parameters and quotations for a whole day and night, and has a rough idea of ​​the list to be purchased.

He sent a message to Fu Jiang: Brother Fu, what time is convenient to come out for a meal?

Fu Jiang was probably busy, so he didn't reply to his message immediately.

Yunji put away his phone, put on his bag and prepared to leave.

Although he had eaten in the morning, he was prone to get hungry after watching the computer for a long time, and he had to keep his mind on shooting. Before noon, he felt a little heartburn.

At that time, the rhythm of the shooting was very good. He didn't want to make any disturbance, so he was going to wait for the shooting to be completely completed before going to eat something.

But now he has no appetite at all, and only feels a dull pain in his stomach.

He didn't bring the stomach medicine prescribed by the hospital last time, so he had to go home and take it again.

"Where are you going?" Cong Lie's voice followed behind him.

"What's the matter?" Yunji stopped in his tracks, half raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Cong Lie's eyes swept over his hand that was pressing on his stomach, "My hand is burnt, don't you need to follow me to check it?"

He stretched out his hand towards Yunji, put his thumb against his index finger, and showed him the blisters on his hand.

"What does this have to do with me?" The dull pain in his stomach intensified, and he felt tightness in his chest.

He just wanted to go home quickly, take the medicine and sleep with his head covered.

"If I leave a scar, it will affect my shape in the future..." Cong Lie didn't finish speaking, and grabbed the person who fell to the ground, "Yunji!"

In fact, Yunji's eyes just darkened, he pushed Cong Lie's hand, "It's okay, if you don't want to leave scars, you can go to the hospital for treatment."

He had pushed Cong Lie with all his strength, but Cong Lie only noticed the cold sweat on his hands.

He frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

Yunji was not very sure, but he didn't want to rely on Cong Lie in any way, so he nodded lightly, "Okay."

Without saying a word, Cong Lie picked up Yunji Heng and walked to the parking lot. After getting into the car, he whispered to the driver, "Go to the hospital."

Yunji was stunned when he heard the word "hospital", and quickly waved his hands, "It's okay, I don't need to go to the hospital, I just go home and take a rest."

"Don't go to the hospital because you feel so uncomfortable?" Cong Lie paused for a few seconds, his voice softened, "You were like this in the bar last time, so why don't you just go to the hospital for a check-up honestly?"

"I've checked it." Yunji did check it, and he checked it right after he was reborn.

There is nothing wrong with his body, but he can't help being tired, and he is prone to dizziness and chest tightness if he is slightly overdrawn.

But he has too many things to do these two days, and he can't keep procrastinating.

The driver glanced at Cong Lie, "Then let's go see Mr. Yun off now?"

Cong Lie was silent for a few seconds, "Yes."

When they got downstairs, Yunji fell asleep and didn't wake up. It was Liang Chao who followed Cong Lie to send him upstairs.

While looking for the key in Yunji's pocket, Liang Chao asked Cong Lie worriedly: "Shall we open the door directly?"

"I'm his boyfriend, why can't I open it? He said before that he would give me the key." Cong Lie avoided Liang Chao's gaze with a bad tone.

Liang Chao looked at him in surprise.

Although they were indeed together, it was the first time he heard the word "boyfriend" from Cong Lie's mouth.

"Then shall I wait for you at the door or...?" Liang Chao helped Cong Lie put Yunji's things into the house, and quickly exited the door.

Cong Lie didn't speak, and kicked the door shut from the inside.

Yunji was startled by the sound of the door closing, but he just clenched his fingers blankly, uttered a low sleepy whisper, and fell asleep again.

Cong Lie's movements were much lighter, he put Yunji on the bed and covered him with the quilt, and asked him in a low voice, "Do you want to take medicine?"

Yunji just turned over and didn't answer him.

His body was relaxed, not curled up.

Cong Lie didn't continue to ask him.

Cong Lie sat by the bed for a while, thinking of the days when he was in high school.

At that time, my mother was already in the middle and late stages of the disease, and the doctor tactfully expressed that if conservative treatment was adhered to, the family members could improve the patient's quality of life as much as possible.

The family couldn't afford a nurse at all, and Cong Lie couldn't sleep every night.

He wants to observe his mother.

How can cancer patients have any quality of life?

My mother was always in pain in the middle of the night, and the hospital bed made a faint sour sound as she tossed and turned.

Cong Lie knew that she didn't want him to find out, but he couldn't help asking her.

Need hot water?

Do I need to take medicine?

In fact, he also understands that without surgery or chemotherapy, any medicine is useless.

But his mother always said to him very gently: "Pour me some water."

Cong Lie went to find the man behind his mother's back, and even knelt in the snow all night.

In the end, only the exhaust of the Porsche and the dirty snow splashed by the tires were the only answers to him.

Cong Lie didn't give up.

For a whole week, he went to wait at the door of the man's house every day, because he knew that the cost of the operation might be a few pieces of clothes for a man.

When I returned to the hospital on the last day, my mother was already in the emergency room.

When the money from the pair of diamond earrings is exhausted in the ICU, there will be no one in the world waiting for Cong Lie to go home.

Looking at Yunji who was sleeping soundly on the bed, Cong Lie leaned back on the chair with some exhaustion.

Although he didn't know what he was panicking about, he was inexplicably sweating profusely.

He stared at Yunji's sleeping face for a long time, and felt that some thoughts flashed quickly in his mind.

But it always dissipates at the moment of being caught by him.

"Woo..." He heard a very immature whimper, and lowered his head following the voice.

A chubby little dog lying on the ground, not too big with not too small ears, was looking at him with a pair of black eyes.

"Why is there a dog here?" Cong Lie muttered in a low voice, and lowered his hand.

The little chubby dog ​​immediately walked towards him with its butt twisting, put its two front paws in his palms, and gasped.

"Hungry?" Cong Lie grabbed it with one hand and lifted it up easily.

Zha Xiaoli shook his ears upwards, wagged his tail downwards, sticking out his little tongue to lick him.

Cong Lie tucked it under his arm and took it to the living room, "Where did Yunji put your food?"

As soon as he put Zha Xiaoli on the ground, it wagged its tail and ran to a low cabinet, raised its upper body and scratched eagerly.

Cong Lie opened the cabinet door and found many kinds of colorful canned food and dog food inside, "So many kinds?"

Zha Xiaoli tilted his head to look at him, rolled on the ground again, and snorted twice.

"Whatever you want." Cong Lie moved neatly, tore apart the chicken and fish meat, and poured it a basin full of dog biscuits.

With food, Zha Xiaoli stopped pestering him, and buried him in the dog bowl without even lifting him.

Cong Lie got up and looked around, and found that although he had been to this house several times, he hadn't really paid much attention to the furnishings in the room.

Contrary to what he had imagined, there were not many things in Yunji's house.

In addition to the coffee table and sofa, there is only a set of high and low combination cabinets in the living room.

On the cabinet next to the sofa sat a simple printer.

On the whole, it looks very clean, but there are a lot of single-page papers scattered on the table, and there is about a laptop in the middle, which looks a little messy.

Cong Lie lowered his head and glanced roughly at the papers on the table, which were basically price lists for recording and radio devices.

There are traces drawn with a light blue pen on each sheet. Some devices are checked off, and some are directly crossed out.

Below are a few more brand comparisons of sound insulation walls and vacuum glass, sorted in detail according to their advantages and disadvantages.

Cong Lie has never set up a recording studio himself, but at a glance, these things must be used to decorate the shed.

"A recording studio dedicated to you?" He snorted coldly, and sorted out the papers in the order in which they were stacked.

The first few pages are at best a preliminary screening. It can be seen that the people who took the notes don’t know much about these things, and the brands they pay attention to are many and mixed.

But soon those superficial brands were screened out, and the notes behind were very targeted, detailed and comprehensive, and extremely organized.

When Cong Lie saw the back, he had to admit that the scope of knowledge in the notes had surpassed him in terms of choosing professional equipment.

He raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the bedroom, it was hard to believe that such a solid thing was made by Yunji.

He had seen Yunji's handwritten signature.

It's definitely not the square one.

There is a very unique looseness in his strokes and strokes.

The word "Yunji" stands there proudly, indescribably suave and elegant.

He used to think that Yunji just practiced his own name.

After all, many people have asked someone to design a signature, and other characters are written like dogs crawling.

It is especially common among celebrities and rich second generations.

But the handwritten annotations in the pile of notes are as beautiful as copybooks.

Every word makes people feel that the person who writes must not only be good-looking, but also be free and easy, open-minded and bright.

Cong Lie's fingertips brushed over the markings word by word, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

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感谢在2022-05-2621:14:47~2022-05-2812:34:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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