The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

"Are you feeling unwell?" Cong Lie asked softly, staring at his flushed cheeks.

"I'll feel better after you leave." Yunji didn't want to see him too much, and was going to wash his face in the bathroom again.

However, the moment he stood up, his knee hurt so badly, he subconsciously pushed down, and before he could hold onto the coffee table, Cong Lie easily held him up.

"Leg hurts?" Cong Lie tightly wrapped his arms around his waist, lowered his head and pulled up his trouser legs.

It is no longer a matter of leg pain.

The trip just now brought up Yunji's heartbeat, and his whole chest was like a drum beating, hitting him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

The air became thinner in an instant, and wasted heavily between the suctions.

Seeing that Yunji couldn't speak, Cong Lie quickly helped him to sit down.

"What's the matter? Is my heart hurting again?" Cong Lie asked a few words, giving him a hand on his back.

Yunji was really uncomfortable, avoiding the bruised leg, curled up uncontrollably.

Cong Lie subconsciously protected him in his arms, hurriedly took off his coat and wrapped it around him, and was about to walk out after picking him up.

"No need..." Yunji pushed him, "The medicine is in the drawer."

Cong Lie immediately opened the drawer under the coffee table, and there were many small acrylic medicine boxes with partitions inside.

At a glance, there are stomach medicines, antipyretics, and painkillers.

He picked out the pill box with "2 tablets and 3 times of premature heartbeat" and brought it in front of Yunji, "This?"

Yunji gave a difficult "hmm" and reached out to open the medicine box himself.

Seeing that his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't hold it, Cong Lie's nose suddenly sore, he silently took out two pills from the box and put them in Yunji's palm before pouring water for him.

When he finished pouring the water, Yunji had already swallowed the pills dry, and was leaning on the sofa with a frown, waiting for the medicine to take effect.

Cong Lie took the water and squatted down beside the sofa.

He seemed a bit unacceptable, his voice was so low that he was almost talking to himself, "Why is it so uncomfortable? Shall we go to the hospital now?"

Yunji remained silent, leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed.

Cong Lie squatted quietly on the edge of the sofa, his eyes fixed on Yunji.

For a few moments, he inexplicably felt a wave of grief passing over his heart like a huge shadow.

He felt as if he was on the phone, and the person on the phone was telling him something very important.

And he was struggling to maintain the illusion of a cicada's wings.

As if that illusion disappeared, he would fall apart in an instant.

But he could neither recall the content of the call nor what illusion he was maintaining.

Only the extremely strong emotions rolled in his chest like a knife blade, trying to crush the heart, liver and lungs inside in order.

He unconsciously touched his chest, as if subconsciously wanting to make sure that everything inside was still there.

The sadness came and went quickly.

When he woke up, Yunji's expression relaxed a little.

By coincidence, Cong Lie put his finger on Yunji's lips.

He didn't let out the breath he was holding until he felt a faint breath.

"Yunji," Cong Lie rubbed his fingers and whispered, "Go to bed?"

"Hmm." Yunji's eyelids moved slightly, as if he was too tired to wake up.

Cong Lie gently touched the back of his neck and the hollows of his knees, planning to hug him up.

"It hurts..." Yunji struggled violently a few times and pushed him away.

"Where does it hurt? Leg pain?" Cong Lie looked at him grabbing the sofa cushion hard, feeling a little helpless, "Stomach pain?"

Yunji is having a nightmare again.

He dreamed that when he was in elementary school, he fell down at the sports meeting and had a big bruise on his knee. He didn't want to run in the relay race later.

But it was the first time Yun Shichu came to the school to watch his game, and he set up a canopy in the auditorium to deliver fruits, which was a big scene.

Little Yunji limped up to Yun Shichu, who was still very young, and said in a low voice, "Dad, my leg hurts."

Yun Shichu just glanced down at his knees, then looked straight ahead, "If you don't run, what about the other members of your class? Can the three of you run a relay?"

Xiao Yunji wrinkled his nose and didn't dare to cry at all, "But it hurts."

"Is it pain, or fear of losing?" Yun Shichu didn't look at him again, and his voice didn't fluctuate, "You can still walk, why can't you run?"

It was very hot that day, and the plastic track had a pungent smell from the sun.

He was the last baton, and the baton was a little slippery in his hand.

The leg hurts like a broken one, and every bend of the knee interrupts Yunji's breathing.

But he still ran with all his strength, and chased the ranking from No.4 to No.2.

When he got off the runway, his mouth was filled with the smell of blood after strenuous exercise.

He anxiously went to the stands to look for his father.

But Yun Shichu had already left.

I just left him a sentence through the teacher: "Walk home by myself at night, think about why you want to give up even though you can persist."

It happened to be the hottest evening when school was over.

Little Yunji was blinded by the setting sun, dragging a heavy shadow all the way towards home.

His knee hurt so much that he wanted to cry, but he still stubbornly walked forward step by step.

He fell down twice more on the road, and by the time he got home, his knee was almost bloody.

But he never told anyone about the pain.

He took a bath at night and the wound was treated by the family doctor.

Xiao Yunji cried secretly under the thin quilt.

While crying, he whispered to himself, "It won't hurt tomorrow, and it won't hurt tomorrow morning."

Hold on for a while and pass.

Most of Yunji firmly believed in this.

"It won't hurt tomorrow..." Yunji curled up in a corner of the sofa, whispering.

The corners of his eyes were wet, and his injured leg was bent unnaturally.

He vaguely felt a very gentle warmth wrapped around his legs, and he couldn't help but relax a little.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt anymore." Cong Lie stroked Yunji's calf with one hand to relieve his pain, and opened the message from Liang Chao with the other hand.

The car is downstairs.

He carefully picked Yunji up from the sofa.

I don't know if he was too sleepy, but Yunji didn't resist this time.

Liang Chao watched Cong Lie striding over with Yunji in his arms, and felt that this scene seemed familiar, so he quickly opened the car door.

"How come you can make him so angry just by visiting his house?" He really couldn't hold back, and after he finished speaking, he began to worry that he would lose his job soon.

Cong Lie didn't seem to hear what he said, but said in a low voice: "He touched his leg, and now it seems to be in severe pain, go to the hospital immediately."

After driving for a long time, Cong Lie didn't say a second word, and no one dared to speak in the car.

Only Yunji in the middle cried out about the pain once, and Cong Lie apologized softly while helping him stretch his legs.

Liang Chao looked at Cong Lie several times in the rearview mirror, as if he had seen a ghost, but he didn't dare to ask anything.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and Cong Lie ran all the way to the emergency room with Yunji in his arms.

In the middle, it was fever and pain relief and filming, which lasted for several hours.

Yunji fell asleep unconsciously until he woke up around nine o'clock in the evening, and he was already at home.

He half propped up his body, sweating profusely as he watched Cong Lie take things into the house, "What are you doing?"

Cong Lie pointed to his leg protected by the compression bandage, avoided his gaze, and said in a cold voice, "Your ligament is contused, you need to rest and move less."

"So?" Yunji frowned at him.

"So... it's inconvenient for you to live alone." Cong Lie stood at the door, with the anxious Cha Xiaoli at his feet.

Yunji wanted to get angry, but he really didn't have the energy.

"I'll stay here until your leg recovers." Cong Lie said softly, walking towards the kitchen, and soon came out with a bowl of porridge, "I'll use your casserole..."

Yunji sighed, "Let's go."

While talking, he took out a bucket of instant noodles from the combination cabinet, and tore it for a long time without tearing off the plastic film, so he could only cut it with scissors.

His fever subsided, and when he smelled the aroma of porridge, he was hungry from the bottom of his heart.

But he didn't want to eat what Cong Lie brought.

As soon as he tore off the paper cover of the instant noodles, Cong Lie came over with porridge, "I cooked the porridge in your casserole."

Yunji didn't speak any more, and reached out to weigh the kettle on the table.

empty.

He took out the bread from the bucket of instant noodles and took a bite silently.

"You have a bad stomach, don't eat this." Cong Lie reached out to take the bread in his hand.

Yunji was covered in wet and sticky cold sweat, his stomach was uncomfortably empty, and the only food in his hand was taken away.

A burst of urgency came up, and he finally couldn't hold back the peace he had been carrying all day, and when he raised his hand, he overturned the porridge in Cong Lie's hand.

"roll."

Cong Lie didn't hide, and was directly splashed by the hot porridge in his hand.

He stood up with his head down, without much emotion in his voice, "I'll get you another bowl."

"Are you not clear about the situation?" Yunji sat up straighter with some difficulty, "How about my legs and my stomach have nothing to do with you. I made it very clear last time, and today I also Said it once."

He looked at the fan-like back, "We broke up, Cong Lie."

"I know." Cong Lie replied in a low voice.

"Please leave if you know, okay?" Yunji's voice trembled a little, "Yes, it's my first time dating and breaking up, I have no experience. But I really don't like this kind of...do you think you care What am I? Are you my friend? Or are you my ex-boyfriend who takes care of me when I'm sick? That's weird, doesn't the ex-boyfriend have more obligations than the boyfriend?"

Cong Lie turned his back to him, and was silent for a while, "You drink the porridge, I'll watch you drink it and leave, okay?"

Before Yunji could answer, he entered the kitchen.

There was the sound of flushing water and taking a bowl from inside, and within 2 minutes Cong Lie brought out a new bowl of porridge.

"I'll leave after you drink it." Cong Lie put the porridge in front of him, and squatted on the ground to pick up the broken bowl.

The porridge is Yunji's favorite porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. The rice grains are boiled to a pulp, and the green onions sprinkled on top are still fresh.

Yunji's stomach burned uncomfortably, and he wanted Cong Lie to leave quickly.

He took a spoonful of porridge and drank it slowly.

The taste of the porridge is very old-fashioned, not made by someone who has never cooked.

Yunji couldn't help but feel a little ironic.

No wonder Cong Lie didn't want to eat the food he made. It turned out that the food he cooked was much more delicious than his own.

But he had been in love with Cong Lie for nearly a year, and even during the three years of marriage in his last life, Cong Lie didn't even pour him a sip of hot water himself.

Now that they broke up, they drank the porridge cooked by Cong Lie.

After taking a few sips of porridge, he didn't feel so uncomfortable in his stomach.

Yunji put down the spoon in his hand, "Okay, I'll drink it, can you go?"

Cong Lie was still squatting on the ground, cleaning up the porridge spilled on the ground bit by bit.

He lowered his head, "I'll just wipe it clean and leave."

Yunji lowered his eyes and saw a large area on his arm that was scorched red, and said nothing.

Zha Xiaoli leaned next to Cong Lie, licking the shreds of lean meat on the ground with his small tongue, and was pushed away by Yunji with his toes.

After tidying up the mess on the ground, Cong Lie looked at his watch, nonchalantly dodging, "It's almost eleven o'clock, I'll leave tomorrow."

Yunji lowered his eyes, propped himself up on the sofa and slowly stood up.

The painkillers were still working, and his knee didn't hurt too much when he wasn't exerting himself.

He limped to the door, reluctantly preparing to squat down to change his shoes.

"What are you doing?" Cong Lie saw him kneeling, and immediately reached out to support his elbow.

"You can leave tomorrow, so I'll come back tomorrow, okay?" Yunji asked him quietly.

Cong Lie looked down at his sweaty face slightly, struggled a bit and asked, "What did I do to annoy you so much?"

Yunji took his arm out of Cong Lie's hand, "The problem is not what you did, the problem is that the two of us broke up, and I don't need you to do anything more."

"So it's because you think I haven't done anything in our relationship that you want to break up with me, isn't it?" Cong Lie lowered his head slightly to catch his gaze.

Yunji smiled, "Do you have to analyze this with me now?"

There was no pain on his face, but the effect of the painkillers was slowly dissipating, and the pain was like a reef gradually revealed after the tide ebbed, pondering between his flesh and bones.

Cong Lie paused for breath, and stared at him again, "I have a concert in early June, and next month I will watch the scene and rehearsal. With your current body, if anything happens, can you still fulfill your contractual obligations?"

"I can." Yunji still maintained his superficial composure, but in fact the soreness in his knees was swelling to fill his bones.

As long as he relaxes, he might be able to kneel directly on the floor.

"Okay, you can." Cong Lie closed the door sideways, and dragged the big suitcase in, "I can too."

"Your contract states that in order to ensure that the partner can complete the work with quality and quantity, some coercive measures can be taken if necessary, right?" He bent down and lifted Yunji easily from the ground, striding towards his bedroom go.

Yunji's legs hurt and his head was dizzy, he gritted his teeth and said, "Put me down!"

"Answer me, is there such a regulation in the contract?" Cong Lie's tone was stern, but his arms were tightly protecting Yunji, and he sideways carefully avoided the door frame.

Yunji didn't speak anymore, and waited indifferently for him to put himself on the bed.

There is indeed such a clause in the contract.

At that time, it was because Yunji wanted to restrain Cong Lie from drinking less alcohol and staying up late when gathering outside, just like he had to sign in the names of two people alone, it was a personal affair in the fortification.

"I think you may not be able to complete the follow-up assistance work with quality and quantity, and ask to supervise you as Party A, do you have any objections?" Cong Lie gently held his calf, and carefully put it under the quilt.

"What do you think you're doing?" Yunji sweated a little, and looked at him with a frown, "I know, you probably owed me something. But at that time, I did those things willingly, and I didn't need You come and do this ludicrous repayment any way you want."

"I didn't intend to make ridiculous repayments." Cong Lie seemed to be looking back at him, but the focus was not on his face, "I am Party A of the contract, and I will do things according to the contract, and I also require you to abide by it as Party B." What's the problem with the regulations you drafted yourself?"

Yunji half leaned on the bed, feeling that the day was extraordinarily long.

He changed his strategy, "I don't have anything here, why do you have to live here? You have a concert, you want to practice songs, practice the piano, and write lyrics and music in an environment where no one is disturbed. I don't have any of these, you Are you not working?"

"I have solutions for these things. What you need to make sure now is that your body will not affect your work." Cong Lie seemed to have no intention of caring for his body at all, and confronted him word for word.

It didn't make any sense to him, and there was no comparison in terms of physical strength. Yunji couldn't hold on anymore, and lay down on his side with difficulty.

He didn't bother to worry about what Cong Lie was going to do, he just hoped that he would leave by himself after this bout of conscience.

The knees have been uncomfortable, and Yunji wakes up and sleeps all night, but sleeps more soundly at dawn.

He vaguely had some scattered dreams.

He dreamed that he baked a plate of small biscuits in his previous life.

In fact, he has never done this kind of thing that requires patience and carefulness, but Cong Lie doesn't seem to like the things he is interested in.

He wrote a picture to Cong Lie, Cong Lie glanced at it and said: "I don't like this kind of arty stuff, don't waste money in the future."

Yunji didn't know where to start to explain, should he explain that his calligraphy practice is purely a hobby and not arty, or should he explain that he wrote the calligraphy himself, not bought it.

He also tried to take Cong Lie out for a ride, but Cong Lie said again: "It's dangerous to drive so fast, you'd better not play with those turbo masters, the speed limit in the city."

There is really no other way, Yunji looks online to find out what to give to someone he likes, it cannot just be bought casually.

Then someone taught to bake small biscuits.

In Yunji's life, firstly, he is tone deaf, secondly, he has no sense of balance, and thirdly, he has never touched an oven.

The first three batches of biscuits were all black.

Finally, there are some small biscuits that look edible, but there are not enough to gather to taste.

With a bag of flour and a bag of sugar, Yunji tossed and tossed all day, and used up the rare holiday.

In the end, he took several versions of the biscuits, and asked Yun Shu and Fu Qing to try the taste respectively.

"Brother! I can eat a hundred!"

"I can't tell, Yunji, you're really good at cooking."

In the end, Yunji carefully made a pack of biscuits and handed them to Cong Lie, saying, "I made this myself, I tasted it, it's not very sweet."

At that time, Cong Lie glanced at the transparent bag in his hand, without any intention of picking it up, "I don't eat biscuits."

At that time, Yunji was very uncomfortable.

But when he had this dream, he actually realized something.

Cong Lie doesn't like him, just like he doesn't like biscuits.

The question is not whether the biscuits taste good, but some people don't like biscuits themselves.

Even if it's the best biscuit in the world, there will always be people who don't like it.

No matter how hard Yunji tries to pursue Cong Lie, the direction is actually wrong.

It's as if no matter how long you fish in the water, you can't really catch a ray of light from the moon.

It was almost ten o'clock when he really woke up.

He supported the bed and sat up slowly, and found that there were many WeChat messages on his phone, all of which were sent by Fu Qing.

Yunji roughly glanced at the news.

Fu Qing seemed to be in a fit of rage, and her sentences didn't make sense, and half of the content was swearing.

He frowned and pulled the news to the end, and directly called Fu Qing, "What do you mean by this variety show?"

Fu Qing got a little annoyed when she heard it, "It's that "Singer's Holiday"! What kind of little-known workshop wants to use you for popularity? Garbage, if they come to you, no matter how nice it is, don't Promise to those grandchildren!"

"Let's start from the beginning." Yunji was a little sleepy and pressed his temples with a headache.

"Didn't I just contact the music teacher for Bing Qiao? It just so happened that the program group was looking for guests for the show. They heard that Bing Qiao and I came from Han Hai, so they asked us if you were interested in participating in their program."

"Me?" Yunji was a little confused, "But I'm not a singer, how can I participate in this kind of program?"

"Don't you understand this shit in the entertainment industry? The name of this variety show is related to the singer, but as long as the participants are popular, they can use it if they have a little bit of a singer. Their dirty tricks must be thinking about Cong It's impossible for Lie to participate in a small variety show, but if you can dig out the old things about your chasing Cong Lie, it will be much more popular than any random celebrity!"

"What are the benefits?" Yunji asked calmly.

"Benefits?" Fu Qing seemed a little confused by his question.

"The way the program group wants to gain popularity is a shortcut for their small productions to get ahead. What they can give me is definitely not money. But they must also understand that I don't lack the little reward they give, so what is the bargaining chip they propose? ?” Yunji said, taking a sip from the glass beside the bed.

After all the water entered his stomach, he realized that the water was actually warm.

"Hey," Fu Qing was a little unconcerned, "The advantage they proposed is that they can be bundled together. If you are willing to be on that show, they can let you take Liao Bingqiao with you, and let him appear in more than 15.00% of each show. , who cares about them..."

"How many guests will there be in total?" Yunji interrupted her.

Fu Qing's voice was a little startled, "I said Yunji, you don't really plan to be this wronged seed, do you?"

"You only need to open Weibo to see how many reposts of the things I posted in the past every day. There is no shortage of his small program group to explode the popularity. Instead of letting these enthusiasm dry up, it is better to give Bingqiao a Opportunity to be exposed." While making a phone call, Yunji searched for the capital behind the program group, "Their new company is highly controllable and eager to become famous, which actually coincides with what we want to do now. "

"But, after all..." Fu Qing couldn't finish her words.

Regardless of whether Yunji cares on the surface or not, this is exposing his scars!

Don't even think about it, she knows how big the netizen's taunting keyboard will be.

She hesitated and said: "Yunji, I still don't think it's necessary. Liao Bingqiao has to take lessons and practice piano now, so I'm not in a hurry to make him appear."

"Don't delay, you also said that the gimmick of this kind of show is not the strength of the guests. With Bingqiao's strength, we will start to concentrate on practicing some repertoire now, and someone will definitely pay for it. All we have to do is let him enter the public Vision." Yunji remembers very clearly that Liao Bingqiao in the previous life was not good at skills, it was precisely that unrestrained and natural style that attracted people's attention.

Fu Qing had to admit that he was right, but she was unwilling, "They sent me an email, and I will forward it to you later. But I still suggest you think again, is it really so urgent?"

Yunji's tone is very gentle, "Even if the capital chain is completely broken, I am not in a hurry. What I am anxious is to stay where I am. I am afraid of one thing today, and worry about another tomorrow. If we are always not in a hurry to start, we will never be able to make progress. "

"That can't be at the price of hurting you!" Fu Qing couldn't hold back her voice, "Why do you let you put it on the Internet and get scolded by others? Just because Cong Liehuo is the commanding height? Just because you really love him and live Should I be scolded by those trolls?"

"Okay, how long has it been?" Yunji smiled, "Fu Qing, your brother asked you to follow me, you are a businessman. What a businessman pays depends on what he gets, not on how happy he is. save trouble."

"What about Cong Lie? When you gave to him, did you think about what you would get?" Fu Qing made him feel a little unhappy, and regretted it after she finished speaking, "No, I mean..."

"So it was a failed case." Yunji's voice didn't mind much, "You don't want to learn."

"If you don't know what to do, just do it!" Fu Qing's tone was reproachful, but she couldn't hide her distress, "My mother made me a lot of dumplings in the past two days, and I couldn't finish them. Are you coming to the company tomorrow? I'll give you Take it with you."

"I won't go to the company these two days, just send an email if I have something to do."

Fu Qing immediately became vigilant, "What happened to you, right? I saw a photo of you and Cong Lie on the Internet, no one will do anything to you, right?"

"It's nothing. I dropped my leg. It's a bit inconvenient." Yunji dismissed it casually.

"Why did the leg fall? Where did it fall? Is it serious? Have you been to the hospital?" Fu Qing's voice became higher and higher.

"I bumped my knee against the corner of the coffee table. It's not serious. I've checked it out. I'll be fine after a couple of days of rest." Yunji comforted her.

"You hit the coffee table with your knee? Why are you so careless!" Fu Qing said furiously, "No, I'll go over later, do you have anything to eat at home? Besides dumplings, I'll bring you something together Take it with you."

Yunji thought for a while, and happened to have to explain to her about Cong Lie and Xu Peng's shareholding, so he said: "You can bring me a cigarette, oh, and Bingqiao, let him come with you if he is free." One time, the variety show also depends on his wishes."

"Cigarettes? What kind do you bring?" Fu Qing asked casually, and then reacted angrily, "Smoking even if your leg is hurt! Yunji, are you looking for death!"

Yunji smiled disapprovingly, "What does smoking have to do with injuries? If not, the pain is worse if you don't smoke."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Fu Qing still wanted to scold him for being so logical about such a trivial matter, but she couldn't restrain herself. She couldn't bear to hear the second half of the sentence, so she could only ask helplessly, "Take the Yellow Crane Tower?"

"Su Yan Jinsha." Probably because he smoked too much, recently he can't taste the taste of Yellow Crane Tower.

Fu Qing originally wanted to ask if Jinsha would be too strong, but in the end she just sighed lightly, "Okay."

Yunji put down the phone, heard a little movement outside, and realized that Cong Lie might still be at his house.

He also remembered how Fu Qing had been calculating about gains and losses when Fu Qing asked him on the phone just now when he was chasing Cong Lie.

In fact, he is not careless.

He was just too confident, and always felt that he could capture anyone's sincerity with a single shot, so he devoted himself wholeheartedly no matter the cost.

If you figure it out, you're just willing to gamble and admit defeat, and you can't blame others.

His legs are inconvenient, and he didn't put on the slippers properly after wearing them for a long time, but they just made a little noise in vain.

Within a minute, Cong Lie came in with a bowl of noodles and put it in Yunji's hand, "Don't move, just eat here."

Yunji was about to say "no need", but was startled when he saw Cong Lie's red eyes, "Are you... crying?"