The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Quiet.

"Yunji, remember, you were the one who said you wanted to chase me back then, and now you're the one who said you wanted to break up." Cong Lie dropped a sentence, pushed the door and went out, only the welcoming bell on the sliding door rang crisply.

The girl came out holding the sleeping Zha Xiaoli, and walked cautiously to Yunji's side, "I've packed the medicine for it, and the usage method is on the side of the box."

"Okay," Yunji raised his hand and rubbed the side of his face slightly, his eyes became clearer, "Thank you."

--

Cong Lie put his hands in his jacket and walked quickly on the street.

The wind was blowing in the early spring evening, blowing away the anxious fire in his heart.

His mind was full of the scene where Yunji just broke up with him.

Even though Cong Lie had already prepared for the short-term relationship, he never expected it to be so sudden.

He recently felt that Yunji was very cold towards him, but he thought it was because Yunji was busy.

Whether Yunji is not pestering him or not, and Yunji saying that he wants to separate for no reason are two different things.

He blew in the cold wind for a while, then subconsciously took out his phone.

He swiped away a lot of random news.

Cong Lie opened the mailbox, and there was still a string of "the other party has not read".

It takes a long time to scroll down to find old emails that have been read back and forth.

He clicked on the earliest email on the list.

That was after he got the admission letter from the university.

Because he was underage and had no guardian, he was included in the "Future Student Assistance Program" organized by the high school.

In fact, you don't need to read it, Cong Lie knows what's written in it.

The person greeted him and said hello classmate, nice to meet you.I am the future sponsor of No. [-] Middle School for you, and I will voluntarily bear your tuition and living expenses in the university.Because the school requires a double-blind relationship between the sponsor and the sponsored person, you can call me C.

He didn't ask Cong Lie what to call him, and he kept calling him "classmate" in his later letters.

C seldom received letters, mostly telling Cong Lie that his living expenses and tuition fees had been transferred.

He didn't deliberately avoid the matter of money, and he spoke in a very ordinary tone, sandwiched in some other greetings.

Classmates, tuition has been paid.

I heard from No. [-] Middle School that your grades fluctuated in college recently. Did you encounter any difficulties?

Cong Lie didn't encounter any difficulties.

Or that he never got over the difficulty of losing all his loved ones overnight.

At first he did not reply to C's letter.

It was all C alone talking about trivial trifles.

Like "A lot of people in the spring park come to fly kites and shake diabolos, and there are more kites on the trees than in the sky," and "I built a snowman in winter and it melted before the next day, what a pity."

Any trivial anecdote deserves a few words from C.

C's talk is very interesting, and he doesn't have the airs of a sponsor at all.

But the calmness and calmness of his writing makes people feel as calm and reliable as an elder.

The first time Cong Lie wrote back was when he had a bad cold.

He was in a daze of fever, and always dreamed that his mother was vomiting blood, asking him why he didn't save himself.

When I woke up, I received an email.

C told him that the willow trees by the lake started to fly, remember to wear a mask.

The 17-year-old Cong Lie seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, but he only replied to the straw.

Thank you.

C didn't change anything in particular because he replied to the email, and he still sent him some nonsense if he had nothing to do.

There are even "five major changes in the body of contemporary college students caused by staying up late: bald, oily, and obese..."

He is like a family member who has never met before, adding a touch of distant miss to Cong Lie's unaccompanied life.

Cong Lie respects him as a big brother, and he can't help but ask him for advice when encountering things he can't handle.

Such as too many suitors.

C's letter becomes: Hello classmate, living expenses have been paid.I don't know anything about falling in love. It's probably just a matter of rejecting someone you don't like, but don't hurt others' hearts.

Cong Lie couldn't do the second half of the sentence, but it became easier to reject Taohua. The sentence "not interested" quickly rejected half of the department.

Cong Lie liked music since he was a child, but because his mother was sick, he could only sing and play the guitar at home most of the time.

With a little more time in college, he can work in bars.

Later, he really wanted to ask C, a science student, if he could try music as a part-time job.

But C said that if two people shared personal information with each other, the school would terminate the autonomous relationship and find a new sponsor.

This is actually to protect the funded person, but Cong Lie obeyed this point only because he didn't want to cut off contact with C.

And he doesn't want C to think he's asking for money.

He didn't reply to C for a long time, because he didn't know what to say.

Then C's letter came first: Young people should not be too restrictive, and only doing what they like is a meaningful life.I will charge you a little more for this month's living expenses, and you can manage it yourself, but you must calculate the input-output ratio.

Cong Lie used the money to buy himself a new guitar, and then directly entered the first echelon key training when the brokerage company recommended himself.

Later, he planned to concentrate on making music after graduation, and finally asked C: If I don't need your funding anymore, can I meet with you?

A few days later, C wrote back to him without mentioning that matter at all. He only said that when the weather is cold, you should wear more clothes, that you should not sit for long periods of time, which is bad for your waist, and that young people should exercise more and eat more.

Finally, there are five tips for improving sleep quality and a schematic diagram of Baduanjin movements.

That was the last email C sent him.

Cong Lie thought of many ways to crack the encryption of the mailbox.

But that is the school's education mailbox, the encryption method is simple and rude, and no one else can decrypt it except the mailbox owner himself.

Then Cong Lie speculated from the few words sent by C that C was an alumnus of their high school, at least a few years older than himself.

C always tells him to keep in good health, but he often sends emails in the middle of the night, so he must be busy with work.

He can independently bear the sponsorship of a college student, and he always pays Cong Lie extra living expenses, so his income should be stable.

Cong Lie has a lot of imagination about C.

But he is very sure, as long as he can see him.

No matter how far away, even if there is only one back, he can recognize him immediately.

At that time, he will tell C that he can make a lot of money, and wants to repay the money that C has subsidized him over the years.

In this way, he can ask C's name confidently and become C's real-world friend.

He looked forward to that scene for five years.

But he neither saw C nor heard from C again.

Holding the phone, Cong Lie recalled what he had just said to Yunji in the pet hospital, and somehow felt that C would disapprove of him doing that.

What would C say?

It's not a bad thing for young people to be full of blood, but it's not worth it to hurt others against their will.

If C knew that because of him, he got into a fight until he was hidden by the agency, wouldn't he be even more disappointed?

Cong Lie put down his phone, turned around and walked slowly back to the pet hospital just now.

The gathered Cherokee was thrown at the door, and the man had gone away with the dog.

There was a pink traffic ticket on the window for parking violations.

Cong Lie stood silently beside the car for a while, scanned the QR code on the ticket and paid the fine.

The phone beeps a ding-dong email notification.

He stared at the little red dot indicating unread on the mailbox application, and didn't click on it for a long time.

This is his high school mailbox, and other mailboxes used for work relationships.

This account has not received emails for many years.

He hesitated for a few seconds before clicking on the bright red dot.

Not C.

It was the countdown reminder of the [-]th anniversary celebration sent by No. [-] Middle School.

Cong Lie remembered the paper invitation letter he had received from the No. [-] Middle School officials a few weeks ago, and remembered the harsh words he had just said to Yunji. He entered Yunji's number in his mobile phone, but he couldn't dial it out for a long time. .

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"Brother, I may not be able to come to the school celebration..." Yun Shu's voice was mixed with the noisy background, "These grandchildren, the design homework is like shit, and the food is addictive. I don't do it again today. I can't get enough grades this semester..."

Yunji picked out a moon-gray tie with the simplest style from the closet, "Well, it's okay, homework is more important, it's okay to come back after you finish it, anyway, don't the kids you play well meet each other every winter and summer vacation? ?”

Yun Shu dawdled over there: "No, I want to go to the school celebration with my brother. You were so busy before that you never held a parent-teacher meeting for me... Every time someone praises me for being handsome, I think about it I really don’t know how to help people, but my brother is really handsome.”

"Little bastard, how many braggadocio groups have you added recently? You have such a sharp tongue?" Yunji held his head up, and picked up his tie neatly with his slender fingers.

"Brother, are you going alone? Or with Fu Jiang and his brother and sister?" Yun Shu asked again.

In fact, Yunji knew exactly what his younger brother thought.

It's nothing more than fear that Yunji used to overwhelm others everywhere, but now some snobbish minions will show up to add insult to injury.

"Well, let me go and have a look first." Yunji straightened the collar of his shirt, "Hurry up and do your homework first, don't worry about anything else."

"There's Cha Xiaoli, how is it?" Yun Shu hurriedly asked before Yunji hung up.

Yunji looked at the little chubby dog ​​that was bouncing around at his feet, "I ate it up a few days ago, but I'm fine now."

"Huh? Why did you eat it badly?" Yun Shu's tone suddenly became tense.

Yunji didn't want to mention Cong Lie anymore, so he tried to fool him, "I fed it a little too much, it's full."

"Will you feed it a lot?" Yun Shu asked suspiciously, "Brother, don't you like it?"

Yunji had a headache, "I didn't pay attention to it, it ate up the whole pot of dog food."

He didn't want to listen to Yun Shu's questioning anymore, so he surrendered directly, "I will pay attention next time, and report to you in time if there is anything wrong with it, okay?"

Only then did Yun Shu reluctantly say: "Okay then, brother, I'll leave quickly. My phone is on, so just call me if you need anything."

"Yun Shu, why don't you be my brother?" Yunji smiled helplessly.

Yun Shu quickly agreed, "That's fine, I'll be in pain for Yun Yun."

"Get out, you bastard." Yunji cursed with a chuckle, and hung up the phone.

Today is the official day of the school celebration, and it is the weekend again, the cars in front of the school are all lined up at the traffic lights.

Yunji asked the online car-hailing master to stop at the previous intersection and walk all the way there.

Although it has been eight years since he graduated, the school has not changed much, except for a few new brick-red buildings.

There are a lot of brightly colored carnations and tulips at the door, crowded together, looking very festive.

As soon as he entered the door, volunteer students greeted him, "Senior, please show your invitation letter, and we will print your badge for you."

The little girl wore a neat ponytail, and her eyes were crooked when she smiled.

"Yunji." He took out his invitation letter, handed it over, and waited attentively.

There was no one he knew around.

Several students wearing volunteer red vests immediately started discussing excitedly in low voices, "It's Senior Yunji!"

"Wow! Middle school student entrepreneur record holder!"

"He used to be the president of our Hard Pen Association, and I still have a copybook he wrote before!"

"Four Myths—Real people are so much more handsome than photos—Daddy——"

"I heard that he drank a whole class by himself during the graduation trip..."

"He participated in the F1 Grand Prix when he was in college and won the ranking!"

……

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Others encouraged him in low voices: "Go, go! We'll take pictures for you with our mobile phones!"

Yunji looked at the little boy walking over hesitantly, "The badge is ready?"

The boy who was taller than him held the badge tied with the lanyard in both hands, and swallowed tremblingly, "Se-senior, can I, can I take a photo with you?"

Seeing Yunji stunned for a moment, he suddenly took out his badge as if his joints had been opened, "Senior, I am also from the Calligraphy Association, and I have been reading the posts you left. My badge is my It's handwritten, can you read it for me?"

Anyway, Yunji had nothing to do, so he took the boy's badge.

Very delicate handwriting, but probably too eager to imitate other people's forms, the foundation of writing is still not stable, and a little bit of difficulty is revealed in the blink of an eye.

"The writing is good, but my handwriting was still relatively immature at that time, and it was easy to mislead you." Yunji said gently.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion behind him.

"Cong Lie!"

"Cong Lie!"

"Brother Lie—"

The onlookers quickly gathered and surrounded the road, and a group of security guards ran over to maintain order.

Yunji just glanced at the source of the sound, turned around and found that the little boy was still looking at him eagerly, and continued to tell him calmly: "You might as well find a way to use the brush that suits you first, and practice your strokes well first." , It’s not too late to choose the font you like.”

The boy nodded furiously, as if he wanted to take out his phone to record immediately.

After Yunji finished speaking, he asked unwillingly, "Senior, can you take a photo with me? I want to keep it as a souvenir."

Yunji couldn't help but smile, "Yes."

The students who just said they wanted to take a group photo all ran to watch the big star, and there was no one around.

The boy stood obediently beside Yunji, turned on the front of the phone, "Senior, please look at the camera."

One of the two people on the phone screen was smiling slightly, and the other was flushed with excitement.

Behind them was an impenetrable sea of ​​people, inside which was a head that stood out obviously, turning in their direction paradoxically.

"Okay, study hard, young man." Yunji stepped out from under the camera, and raised his badge to the boy, "Thank you."

He was walking to the class indicated on the invitation letter, and he clapped a hand behind him, "Hey, Mr. Yun, where did you get rich recently?"

He turned around and saw that it was Liu Qiang who often got involved with Xu Peng.

"Nowhere, I'm at home." He responded indifferently.

Liu Qiang curled his lips, "I guess so. But Mr. Yun is such a good-looking talent, isn't it a little wasteful?"

"Is it a waste? Mr. Liu has to eat out of breath every day, isn't it a waste?" Yunji smiled.

Liu Qiang was neither in a hurry nor annoyed, "To be honest, Yunji, I have a small company that is currently short of staff. You come here brother, I will give you [-] yuan a month, and there are big red envelopes during the New Year and holidays. How about it? "

"Ching Ming Festival is coming soon, please keep Mr. Liu's big red envelope for yourself." Yunji walked a little slower, too lazy to chat with him here.

Who knew that he was slow and Liu Qiang was slow, "Why are you so angry with me? I didn't come here to insult you. Brother, I'm just afraid that you haven't suffered any hardships and you don't have enough money to spend."

"Oh, I said who is this? It turns out to be the son of Brother Liu's family." Fu Jiang grabbed Liu Qiang's shoulder from behind, "Why? Too much money?"

Fu Jiang was half a generation older than them, and he was a well-connected veteran of the capital. Not only could he talk to many bigwigs, but he was also a bigwig in the business circle.

Liu Qiang didn't dare to offend him at all, and stood up straight, "Brother Fu."

Fu Jiang took out a silver cigarette case from his pocket, first passed Liu Qiang one to Yunji, and then lit one for himself.

Liu Qiang was caught in the middle, very embarrassed, "The old classmate is in front, I'll go say hello."

"Where is it? Are you also in business? Let me introduce you to my elder brother." Fu Jiang took a puff of cigarette, squinted his eyes and looked forward.

Liu Qiang's ears started to turn red, "It's not for business."

Fu Jiang took a serious look at the people in front again, "Hey, I saw girls in front of me? It's true, Xiao Liu, why don't you start a family sooner. Find a more stable girl to take care of it. You have such a broken mouth, so that you don't understand such a trivial matter."

Liu Qiang gritted his teeth secretly, but he didn't dare to say a word of contradictory words, he just secretly gouged out Yunji's eyes.

"There is a gap between people. It's good if you don't underestimate yourself." Fu Jiang's voice was flat, "But there is really no need to step on your toes to make troubles. It's hard work."

"For the last time, let me meet you again to provoke Yunji." He crushed the cigarette in his hand into the trash can beside him, lowered his sunglasses and smiled at Liu Qiang, "I told your father."

Seeing Liu Qiang walk away with the wind under his feet, Yunji couldn't help laughing, "Brother Fu, it's your loss."

"I'm too lazy to look at his grandson." Fu Jiang smiled disdainfully, and then turned a little serious, "The time you made an appointment with me last time was not suitable, so you should probably tell me about the funding arrangement for that recording studio .”

"You said it earlier, I don't have a computer either." Yunji turned on the phone, and the two of them stared at the small form on the phone head to head.

"Actually, I'm not worried about your money at all, I just want to take this opportunity to exercise Fu Qing, but this guy gave you all of it in the end." With a cigarette in his mouth, Fu Jiang slightly enlarged the form with his index finger and thumb.

"Fu Qing is a music student, and I rely on her professionally, so I also manage the funds." Yunji lowered his head and took a puff of his cigarette.

Fu Jiang also knew what kind of material Fu Qing was, so he put his arm around Yunji's shoulder and smiled, "You work hard, I believe you."

Cong Lie looked at the two people who were shoulder to shoulder in front of him, and lost his temper in wanting to meet Yunji by chance, so he stopped until dinner.

The school issued a temporary card to the alumni, inviting everyone to the cafeteria to recall the youthful years.

Cong Lie also followed the crowd into the cafeteria.

There were fewer students at this time, and no one came to ask him to sign and take a group photo.

He randomly took a piece of Kung Pao Chicken from the rice bowl window on the second floor, and Cong Lie found a corner where he could see the gathering.

He didn't know what kind of past time Yunji could reminisce with that Fu, so he just chatted from afternoon to night.

And the male student who took a photo with Yunji at noon, what can I do to take a photo with the senior?

The hair is messy, and it seems that the mind is not on study.

Cong Lie lowered his peaked cap, and took two bites like chewing wax.

Many people looked at him while eating, and Cong Lie was very annoyed, so he quickly left the cafeteria.

Walking to the door, he saw the person sitting inside talking and laughing with the people around him through the glass window of the cafeteria.

Cong Lie gritted his teeth and walked to a corner of the corridor where he could see the exit of the cafeteria. He was about to touch the cigarette in his pocket, but he realized that he didn't bring a cigarette at all when he touched the empty pocket, "What the hell!"

He leaned against the railing of the corridor and waited.

That corner is very shaded, just a visual blind spot for passers-by.

Without a cigarette, he could just stare dryly at the exit.

Many people came out in a file after eating, but after waiting for a long time, Yunji still didn't come out.

Cong Lie crossed his arms and practiced facing the air: "I'm just here to ask about work..."

"What I said that day was out of anger...what does his mother say!"

He scratched his hair in annoyance, and was about to look for it directly, but he heard a familiar voice coming up.

"...Yunji still wants to borrow me to make money, but there is no way!" Xu Peng's male duck voice is so unique that even if it is lowered, he can still distinguish it.

Through the layers of mulberry leaves, Cong Lie could vaguely see two figures under the tree.

Liu Qiang grinned, "You can make Yunji suffer? I don't believe it."

"Well, why don't you believe it? I can assure you that Yunji was able to make money in the past absolutely because of his father and luck. What kind of 'business wizard' is just a vain reputation!" Xu Peng's entire tone was full of complacency.

"Look at what you're bragging about, what the hell have you done?" Liu Qiang didn't quite believe it.

"I... you'll know when the time comes." Xu Peng put on a trick, "I'll let the whole Beijing circle see how I got Wizards to give me a free job, and how he made Yunji a crushing defeat!"

"But..." Liu Qiang continued to ask: "If Yunji's previous grades are really fake, and you put the money in his hands, what will you do if it's in vain?"

"What you said, Yunji can only be said to be inferior to me, not a genius, but he is still much better than ordinary people, and he can't make less money." Xu Peng sucked his teeth.

Liu Qiang shook his head, "Pengzi, it's not that brothers don't believe you, it's that you're bragging too much. That's Yunji, except for Cong Lie, the car has never overturned once. It's fine to take advantage of it. If you really provoke him, be careful not to steal the chicken or lose the rice."

"Aren't you excited?" Xu Peng took out his mobile phone and showed him, "Did you see that the contract was signed exactly as I wrote it, whose name is here? You look at it with wide eyes?"

Cong Lie's face sank like water, and Liu Qiang exclaimed a number in a low voice, "Peng Zi, your hands are quite dark, and it's not enough to collect all the possessions you have now!"

Instead of continuing to stay on the second floor, Cong Lie called the bank manager in the gap between going downstairs, "Yes, immediately, urgent encryption."

The closer he got to the mulberry tree, the more intense the fire in Cong Lie's heart.

Yunji was short of money, why didn't he tell him?Just because he said he didn't like Yunji building a recording studio with others?Yunji has to find this kind of idiot to cooperate?

He threw his coat on the parallel bars, and was about to have a good chat with this Xu Peng, and ask who he was going to make a complete defeat.

When the distance was more than ten meters away, the two people hadn't noticed him yet, and they were still chatting and laughing in a low voice.

Cong Lie was rolling up his sleeves, but was nailed in place by what they said next.

"...Do you know that Yunji University pretended to be a jerk? You can't even guess it." Xu Peng seemed to be overjoyed just thinking about it.

"what?"

Xu Peng smiled disdainfully, "Didn't he make a little money for the first time when he was so old? It was probably burning, so he went to help some college students anonymously."

Liu Qiang also laughed, "It's funny, all the poor students nowadays are playing games with money, how can anyone really be so short of money that they can't afford to go to school?"

"That's why." Xu Peng shrugged, "I went to his house once, and I happened to see his computer on the mailbox page, so I took a look. He even made a big fuss with me because of this, and I thought he was He wants to kill me. He was a coercive man at that time, I think he should be called 'B', how can he be called 'C'?"

Liu Qiang opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, looking at the person looming from the darkness.

Xu Peng turned his head belatedly, and found a large shadow behind him, and raised his head slowly, "Cong... Cong Lie?"

Cong Lie's expression was blurred in the darkness.

There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, "You just said, who is 'C'."

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Today will be updated together with tomorrow night at nine o'clock, and tomorrow night at twelve o'clock will be updated into chapter v, thank you for your support~

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Yan Zhi is a psychological counselor. No one knows that he suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder and mild hallucinations.

He takes his medication on time and avoids going out on all the rainy nights.

Even with a load of debt and gossip, Yan Zhi can basically live like a normal person.

Yan Zhi felt very calm when she saw Mu Changjue at night after drinking.

Even if he himself should be [-] kilometers away, holding another newly won Best Actor trophy to give a speech.

Yan Zhi can always see Mu Changjue, the senior Mu Changjue who has been through his entire school days, the actor Mu Changjue who is always shining golden in any lens, and the ex-boyfriend who disappeared completely in the rainy night Shepherd Changjue.

He exhausted all kinds of aversion therapy, but in the end he was defeated by the initial conditioned reflex.

No matter how painful the rubber band was on his wrist, it was hard to beat the impulse brought by that emptiness hug.

but it does not matter.

He spent the night without any burden, thinking that the next morning the shepherd would sleep and the pain in his whole body would disappear.

as usual.

After waking up, Yan Zhi thought that she had to change her medicine or increase her dosage again.

He tried his best to ignore the hairy head on the bed and the broad back with scratches, and just wanted to check out as usual.

Sure enough, the front desk just asked him very politely: "Sir, do you have anything missing?"

Yan Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, "No."

"Really?" the man calmly said beside him, and put on the cuff buttons in a calm manner, "Dr. Yan treated me for a whole night, and when he woke up, he forgot about his patient?"

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