The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Yunji is ready to pretend he didn't hear.

He knows that people who can cook will have "cook's dignity", and feel uncomfortable when they see others leaving their own dishes.

Especially for someone as proud as Cong Lie, Dun Dun cooks small and delicate dishes for him, most likely because he is worried that his culinary skills will be humiliated if he can't finish it.

But he didn't intend to accommodate Cong Lie.

Because he just doesn't like vegetables.

Just like no one can force Cong Lie to love him, he can also not love Qingcai.

Yunji knew that according to Cong Lie's temper, he probably wouldn't cook a bite of food for him in the future.

If you don't do it, you don't do it. In a big deal, he will continue to eat instant noodles in the future.

After reading those microblogs scolding him today, he really wished that Cong Lie would move away in a fit of anger, at least to give him a clean eyes.

He stood up on the sofa, but because his legs were still uncomfortable, he could only walk slowly while leaning on the wall.

Before he could take two steps, his hand was grabbed from behind.

"Why are you so picky?"

Just as Yunji wanted to ask whether he was picky or not, Cong Lie asked again, "I don't eat beef and mutton, I don't eat vegetables, what else do you eat besides noodles and porridge?"

Yunji was slightly taken aback.

He didn't remember telling Cong Lie that he didn't like beef and mutton.

After pausing for half a second, Cong Lie had pulled him to sit down again, "Finish."

Seeing Yunji staring coldly at the two pitiful green vegetables in the bowl, Cong Lie's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yunji's appearance as an extra picky eater made him feel inexplicably familiar.

The scene seemed to be a table of people eating together, and Yunji was sitting next to him.

The people at the table didn't dare to drink too much alcohol, and the flattering words they said almost made people's ears callused.

"Teacher Cong's song, let's say it's a household name, right? My girl knew that I came to have dinner with Teacher Cong today, and asked me to ask her for a long autograph all day long. You don't know what children are competing with now. 10 yuan is not worth as much as a sentence signed by Cong with a marker pen!"

"Yes yes yes! How can art be measured by money? Teacher Cong will have to sign two for me later. I have a pair of twins at home!"

……

Cong Lie listened to a group of middle-aged men at the table discussing the secret recipe for conceiving twins after the age of 50 like old hens, and slightly raised his eyelids, seeing the gathering of people engrossed in front of the dinner plate.

The plates of Yunji were cleaner than the faces of many people present, and there were only half a piece of imperial concubine chicken with a small bite and a bone of a sweet and sour short rib.

He drank half of the Wensi tofu soup in his hand, and he picked out the shredded spinach and shredded carrots in it and pulled them aside.

Someone at the table caught a glimpse of Cong Lie watching Yunji, and immediately put a piece of lamb chops into his bowl, "Why does Mr. Yun eat so little, and the food doesn't suit his appetite?"

The others immediately booed, and the person sitting in the middle put a large piece of beef tenderloin with black pepper on Yunji's plate, "Don't wait for Mr. Yun, without this good helper, how can our teacher Cong sing at ease hahaha ..."

Cong Lie looked at Yunji and smiled peacefully, "Thank you."

He picked up the imperial concubine chicken that was on his plate and took another bite.

The one who served him the beef tenderloin said half-jokingly: "Mr. Yun will not give me face as the host. If the food is not to my liking, let's order something else. We can be Mr. Cong's producer. Today must be It's gotta be a big celebration!"

He glanced at Cong Lie for a while, seeing that he didn't mean to speak for Yunji, he smiled even wider, "Mr. Yun, we are all businessmen who travel far and wide. At a time like today, if it's really my old Liu who is the host It looks good on the dinner table, toasting you is an apology!"

There was a lot of silence at the dinner table.

Even if Cong Lie seldom participated in such occasions in person, he could tell that this person wanted Yunji to eat the beef tenderloin, or else he would have to drink.

In fact, at this time, as long as Cong Lie spoke a little, he could interrupt him, but he just picked up his cup and drank his tea, without even looking in the direction of Yunji.

Yunji smiled lightly, "Mr. Liu, how can I not show you face? Isn't it too late?"

He ate the beef and lamb chops on the plate slowly, and poured three more glasses of wine in front of him.

"You are willing to cultivate Cong Lie and Han Hai, I am grateful." A cup.

"Today is a happy day, I respect you for this cup." Two cups.

"Mr. Liu, please take care of me in the future." Three cups.

"Okay! Mr. Yun really has a good temper!" Mr. Liu immediately beamed and poured another cup for Yunji, "If you say that Mr. Cong can achieve what he is today, you must have more than half of the credit! Last time we had dinner together, you and I Said that Cong Lie's resources were held back by those old boys..."

"Mr. Cong's ability to get out of the circle is due to his own ability, and I dare not take credit for it." Yunji cut him off, with a groaning smile, "Isn't Mr. Liu just trying to remind me to repay my kindness?" Well! Yunji understands."

He picked up the full wine measurer and drank it all in one gulp.

Mr. Liu slapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Xiaoyun is happy! Xiaoyun is so happy every time!"

The sound of chairs rubbing against the ground.

Cong Lie's face was frosty, "I still have a schedule, everyone, drink well."

When he said he wanted to leave, the people at the table not only dared not force him to stay, they even told the hotel to pack several suppers for him to take away.

Mr. Liu got a little drunk, and hiccupped while laughing: "We, Xiaoyun, think Mr. Cong is in the way, and we can drink more comfortably when you leave!"

A few people chatted on the sidelines, "Mr. Liu is talking drunk, Mr. Cong has business to do."

"That's right, the newlyweds, Yan Er, may be so affectionate when they go home at night!"

……

The camera shifted to night.

Cong Lie heard rustling sounds outside the bedroom, frowned and turned on the light, only to find that the noise was coming from the bathroom outside.

He stood in the corridor, watching a ray of light leaking from the bathroom door.

Cong Lie pushed the door open a little more, and the strong smell of wine came out, accompanied by the sound of painful vomiting.

He stood at the door without moving, not even the slightest ups and downs in his expression.

When Yunji came out, he was slightly taken aback when he saw him, and that little surprise soon melted into a sorry smile, "Did you wake up?"

He probably didn't know how embarrassing he was laughing.

Those bloodless cheeks were slightly sunken, and even the lower edge of the cheekbones had protruded.

Perhaps because he just rinsed his mouth, although his lips were moist, they were wrinkled, like roses that were about to wither.

He covered his upper abdomen with his hands, and his waist was slightly bent, showing an unhealthy emaciation.

"You don't have to do that." Cong Lie heard his own voice was extremely cold.

Yunji was stunned for a moment, "What do I need?"

"You don't have to drink with them. I'd rather not have them throw money at me than rely on you to do it."

"What kind of thing?" Yunji's lips trembled a little, "and it's not a question of whether to climb up or not. Of course you can focus on music, but the entertainment industry is a circle. As long as you are in it, you need to be with people." Dealing with social contacts. It’s not the group of people today, there must be others.”

"I think the way you drink with those people is disgusting and unnecessary."

Yunji was still explaining to him: "No, Cong Lie, you still don't understand. I know you are very popular now, fans who like you will create an atmosphere that will always like you. But behind the scenes operations will always be Necessary, gaining benefits by negotiating with others is not shameful."

"Aside from money, is there anything else on your mind?" Cong Lie saw himself leaving angrily, leaving behind a speechless Yunji.

Very strange.

Cong Lie had already left, but Yunji could still be seen.

He saw Yunji squatting on the ground clutching his belly, and took a long time to stand up.

He followed Yunji like a dream.

Yunji rummaged through the drawer for a while, and found out a bottle of painkillers.

His hands were shaking so much that he poured out a handful of them all at once.

He cursed softly, grabbed two handfuls of the pile of small pills scattered on the ground and threw them into the trash can.

Holding two clean pills in his hand, he touched the cup on the coffee table again.

Probably because there was too much sweat on the hand, the crystal cup fell to the ground and shattered.

Yunji squatted on the ground again clutching his stomach.

I guess the pain was excruciating, so I knelt down little by little while supporting the floor, and the sound of breathing seemed heavy in the empty living room.

Finally, he stuffed the two pills into his mouth indiscriminately, curled up on the cold floor, and didn't get up for a long time.

The grandfather clock struck three times in the darkness.

The other person didn't show up until the end.

"Cong Lie?" A white hand waved in front of his eyes.

Cong Lie grabbed it and pressed it on his heart that was about to burst open.

"What are you doing?" Yunji's voice was a little impatient, but at least it sounded healthy and powerful.

Cong Lie was at a loss for words for a while, and pressed hard not to let him take his hand away.

Yunji just glanced at him indifferently, and pulled harder, the skin on his arm turned red.

That lack of tenderness made Cong Lie a little more sober.

He let go of his hand and let Yunji stand up.

Seeing Yunji walking away, Cong Lie was very confused.

The scene just now was the same as before, neither like a dream nor a memory, it seemed to be a harbinger of the future, and it seemed to be just sporadic fragments that flashed back in my mind.

Because in these scenes, Yunji seems to have married him, and his career has also improved to a higher level than it is now.

The two lived in a house that made him feel strange, and Yunji's health seemed to be worse than it is now.

Most importantly, it was hard for him to imagine how he could be so against Yunji?

He thought for a while, then walked into the kitchen.

Yunji was washing the small bowl of noodles.

Cong Lie squeezed a large area of ​​red on his arm, making his already fair skin even more vulnerable.

Cong Lie walked to his side and wanted to take the bowl in his hand, "I'll do the washing, you go and sit down."

"It's no longer necessary." Yunji replied in a friendly manner.

Those six words pierced Cong Lie's heart like a knife.

This sentence made him feel that Yunji didn't mean he didn't need to wash the dishes, but that he didn't need to participate in his future life.

It was as if he was a late parachute and missed everything.

For the first time, he felt that when Yunji said that he wanted to break up, he was not angry for a while, nor was he trying to attract his attention.

But really don't want him anymore.

Cong Lie inexplicably felt his mouth was dry.

He looked at the back of Yunji who was wiping his hands, and subconsciously hugged her tightly.

Yunji's waist was very soft and thin, wrapped in a fine fleece, and looked boneless, which was very different from when he calmly analyzed the pros and cons of the market.

He smelled of traditional Chinese medicine and tobacco, masked by frankincense shower gel.

It wasn't until we got closer that we could discover the kind of inhuman poverty.

Only when you hug her tightly can you feel the straight spine under the slender waist.

Being hugged by him, Yunji's back stiffened slightly, "Mr. Cong, if the price of a bowl of noodles is so high, I won't dare to eat the rice you cook in the future."

Those words were very light, not angry or humiliating, and even a little joking.

But every word is like a needle, piercing Cong Lie's heart finely.

Cong Lie held his waist without moving for a long time, and finally let it go slowly.

His face faded pale, and he apologized vaguely, "I'm sorry."

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