The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Zha Xiaoli was very excited when Yun Shu sent him over. He saw Yunji keep throwing all his strength at him, but he couldn't even pull him off.

"Brother, are you tired from filming the show?" Yun Shu, in addition to Cha Xiaoli, also brought a lot of various supplements, stuffing them into the refrigerator.

Yunji drank the traditional Chinese medicine slowly, and said "um" casually.

"Big stars are good at acting," Yun Shu said with some sarcasm in her tone, "My classmate dares to ask me about you now, and I want to know when you two got together."

Yunji smiled, "That means the show is doing well."

Yun Shu breathed a sigh of relief, "I agree with Dad on this matter. I think you'd better not get involved with him except for work."

"Kids, don't meddle in adults' affairs." Yunji doesn't like to talk about Cong Lie for no reason, "How is Dad's health?"

Yun Shu spread out on the sofa, "It's alright, I drove off to play golf with a group of old men this morning."

He leaned closer to Yunji, "The old man was lying in the study that day, and there was no movement at all. I was shocked because you always asked me to pay attention to him. I was infected by you, thinking that something happened to him. "

After hearing the second half, Yunji leaned forward and then leaned back, "And then?"

"He's secretly watching your show with his earphones plugged in." Yun Shu was overjoyed.

Yunji had a headache, "What is he doing watching that show, isn't he angry after watching it?"

He interacted so much with Cong Lie in the show, and a large part of the barrage was tied to CP.

"I'm kind of weird too, so I leaned over to watch him at the time. I wanted to tease him, but he spoke first." Yun Shu shrugged.

"Well, what did he say?" Yunji asked.

"He didn't praise you explicitly, but the general idea is that he thinks your purpose is very clear, and he even praised the little star you brought, saying that you teach well." Yun Shu rubbed Zha Xiaoli in his arms, "Brother, how about You go home and have a look?"

When Yunji heard Yun Shu say that the old man praised him for taking Liao Bingqiao, he felt very calm.

Yun Shichu has sharp eyes, so he definitely won't fail to see through his tricks.But if it's a boast, it can only be Yun Shu adding fuel to it.

Yunji doesn't need to experience that scene personally, he can imagine the corners of Master Yun's lips drooping: "It's not wasteful."

As the eldest son beaten by the old man, he fully understands Yun Shichu's thinking logic.

He sees Yunji planning and developing his career, and he will be proud of his ability to teach well.

But if Yunji came home at this time, no matter whether he was going home for a meal or just showing up, Yun Shichu would think that he was admitting cowardice, and would use this to spur him on before driving him out.

Yunji is not an overly proud person, nor will he stay home to avoid being scolded.

But the fundamental conflict between him and Mr. Yun is not actually Cong Lie, the matter of Cong Lie is just a fuse.

Since Yunji broke away from the Yun family, preventing Yun Shichu from hearing a serious sound, going back to see him once or twice would add fuel to the fire.

As long as the old man is in good health in all aspects, he is not in a hurry.

"There is a chance." Yunji smiled and teased Cha Xiaoli with the ball in his hand.

"I knew it." Yun Shu sighed, "You two are stubborn donkeys, so I have to pass letters back and forth like a carrier pigeon."

"You didn't mention me about the daily physical examination, did you?" Yunji sighed a little tiredly, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No, I understand." Yun Shu pouted, "Are you afraid that he will find out that you are always staring at him and be stubborn again?"

"It's really smart." Yunji couldn't help laughing, "You're the only one who puts my mind at ease."

"That's not right!" Yun Shu was very proud, "Brother, if you want me to tell you, you should find someone to worry about in the future. People like Cong Lie, if you're really not blind, you can tell that it's not a good match. How about it? Artists whose eyes are above the top, can we use the same way as us ordinary people? I think that Xiao Liao is good, and if he gets better in the future, he may not be worse than Cong Lie. You can find him..."

"Hey, Yun Shu, have you been studying hard recently?" Yunji couldn't help interrupting him.

"Yes," Yun Shu didn't know why, "I also went to the group as an intern. When you come back, I will concentrate on helping you."

"It's everywhere..." Yunji covered his eyes, "Why haven't I seen you for a few days? You, the leader of the neighborhood committee, are becoming more and more prominent? Xiao Liao is my colleague. He might like girls. Go here What are you blindly matching?"

"Oh, he likes girls... No, brother, am I afraid that you will suffer from Cong Lie again?" Yun Shu raised her chin, "I see there is a pair of slippers by the door, are they Cong Lie's?"

"Well," Yunji glanced at his watch, raised his hand to slam Yunshu, "Hurry up, I still have things to deal with, when Cong Lie comes back, you two are fighting cocks at my place, so annoying."

"Outrageous," Yun Shu twitched his nose, "Why is he still staying with you and not moving away?"

Yunji glanced at his watch again, "Should be moving away soon, if you leave today, he might have left by the time you come back."

Yun Shu is not a person who is entangled. Seeing that he really has something to do, Ma slipped away.

After sending Yun Shu away, Yunji looked at Cong Lie's slippers and couldn't help but sigh.

After returning from the show, Cong Lie recovered quickly, and his fever completely subsided that night.

But he always said that he was uncomfortable this time and that one, and he just refused to move back to his home.

Yunji didn't bother to talk to him.

Anyway, he cooks very diligently, almost every day when the meal time comes, there are all kinds of favorite dishes on the table, which is unshakeable.

In fact, Yunji has complicated feelings about Cong Lie in this life.

In this life, he didn't insist on having a result with Cong Lie, he explained to him early on that the two of them have been colleagues since then.

In variety shows, Cong Lie treats him well, whether it's for the effect of the show or not.

It may be that a little flapping of the butterfly's wings caused things to deviate greatly from the original track. In fact, Cong Lie in this life is generally innocent.

Yunji couldn't completely treat Cong Lie as an ordinary acquaintance, or an ex-boyfriend who got together and parted ways.

But after he calmed down, he also wanted to treat Cong Lie in this life as objectively as possible.

No matter how much he loves or loses, he doesn't want to make biased decisions because of the entanglements in his previous life.

He has suffered emotional loss and remembered it.

Back then, as a businessman who came for profit and went for profit, he was almost invincible.Once the compass of the heart is deflected, it will inevitably run aground.

In this life, Yunji's request for him to handle the relationship with Cong Lie in this life is to maximize the benefits.

He neither judges nor punishes.

Likewise, he no longer expends unnecessary emotions, including liking, and even dislike.

Not long after Yun Shu left, Cong Lie came back. As soon as he entered the door, he was slammed into the leg by Cha Xiaoli.

Zha Xiaoli circled around Cong Lie happily, the whole dog was huffing and wagging its tail very fast.

Cong Lie squatted down and rubbed the little chubby dog ​​with a smile, then raised his head and asked Yunji, "Is there anything you want to eat today?"

Yunji lowered his eyes, "Do whatever you want."

Cong Lie muttered in a low voice, "Whatever you want? Don't you like the scrambled eggs with carrots that you made yesterday? If there is anything else you don't want to eat, I will avoid it."

"It's true that you can pay the rent by cooking, but it doesn't mean that I have the final say on what to eat." Yunji said gently: "You can cook according to your preferences, I will eat what I like, and I don't like it." You can eat what you like, right?"

This kind of dialogue has happened many times, but Cong Lie will ask every time.

Although Yunji's tone of voice did not contain negative emotions, Cong Lie always felt that something was very wrong.

It's just that no matter how hard he tried to find it, he still couldn't find the key link.

The feeling of weightlessness haunted him all the time and lingered for a long time.

When the food was on the table, Cong Lie watched Yunji bypass the winter melon soup and picked up a small steak, "I may have to rehearse more frequently for a while, and I will come back a little later in the evening."

Yunji swallowed the food slowly, "Then why don't you move back to your house? I won't sleep well after being woken up."

Cong Lie was stuck for a few seconds before speaking again, "I won't disturb you."

"What's wrong with you moving back?" Yunji was a little confused, "Now that you've recovered from illness, the food is delicious. We are colleagues, so is it necessary for us to live together?"

Cong Lie picked up the rice in the bowl a few times, "Don't you work a lot? Now that Cha Xiaoli is back, don't people have to walk the dog every day?"

"You're so free? Do you have time to walk it?" Yunji looked up at him.

"I'm worried." Cong Lie finally had a showdown.

"What are you worried about?" Yunji asked back.

"Do you remember that the doctor told you not to let you live alone?" Cong Lie turned against the general, "Either you let Yun Shu come and live with you, or I will live until the doctor agrees that you live alone."

"I went for a checkup this week. Didn't you just keep an eye on it? Didn't the doctor also say that the chance of premature beat recurrence is extremely low?" Yunji took a bite of kale, "Besides, I've been busy for a few days. God, your concert is arranged later, I just need to concentrate on preparing for Bingqiao to release a single, and the intersection with your work is mainly to record "Holidays", you don't have to worry that my illness will affect your work."

Cong Lie was silent for a while, then he gritted his teeth a little when he spoke again, "Then let's talk about it in a few days."

"Let's go on the weekend. I don't think you have a rehearsal this weekend. When the time comes, call Liang Chao over and I'll help you move it together." Yunji picked a piece of fish to eat.

Although it's a pity, Cong Lie's cooking really suits his taste.

Cong Lie can cook an ordinary fish with gusto.

Just for a fish, the price of seeing Cong Lie every day is really high.

"The concert..." Cong Lie didn't answer him, and started another question, "Will you come? I asked the staff to reserve a seat for you in the relatives and friends area."

Yunji stopped chewing, "So there is a relatives and friends section?"

In his previous life, he was in the outfield of the miserable wind and rain, which was unexpected no matter what.

He put down his chopsticks, not wanting to continue discussing this topic with Cong Lie.

If these things are always brought up, even if Cong Lie is innocent in this life, Yunji will be far from being able to maintain peace of mind.

"Yes," Cong Lie explained to him, "in the front row, closest to the stage."

He added, "I asked the staff, if I take you in, you don't need a ticket."

Yunji took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, before getting up.

Cong Lie frowned, "Why do you eat so little? Eat some vegetables."

"I'm full." Yunji didn't want to listen to these topics about whether there is a ticket or not.

He had no tickets in his previous life.

There is no ticket in this life.

He felt sour when he heard the word "ticket".

"Will you come then?" Cong Lie also put down his chopsticks and followed him to get up.

"Why do I have to go?" Yunji couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and asked him: "I followed the whole process of venue arrangements and important rehearsals. When everything is settled, it doesn't matter if I follow the official scene or not. Woolen cloth?"

Cong Lie seemed to want to argue something, but finally pursed his lips and lowered his voice, "If you have no other arrangements, can you come?"

There is still a long time before the concert, and Yunji feels that Cong Lie may not even remember it by then.

Worrying about this kind of problem will only give him a headache, he waved his hand slightly, "It will depend on the situation at that time, even if you ask me to be sure now, I can't guarantee it."

Cong Lie's eyes lit up, "Does that mean that if you are free, you will come?"

Yunji nodded perfunctorily, "You should prepare well first."

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Cong Lie was really busy in the next few days, and once he even stayed out all night.

In his previous life, Yunji might still miss him, but now he basically goes to bed when the time comes.

Cong Lie was often gone when he woke up in the morning, and the two of them couldn't even meet face to face.

Yunji thought it was a good idea, and by the end of the week, he and Cong Lie had formally resumed their purely colleague relationship.

Similar to Yunji's initial expectations, Liao Bingqiao's reputation on the Internet is very good, and even other entertainment companies have come to poach him.

"I didn't expect there to be such a shameless person in a rich family. Wangcai Entertainment is considered a time-honored brand, right? Did you know that you secretly came to find Xiao Liao today?" Fu Qing complained to Yunji in the video conference, "That's right. That kid Xiao Liao is honest, he has learned everything from me. Otherwise, we would fetch water from a bamboo basket."

Yunji spent the past two days at home arranging the publicity arrangement for the release of Liao Bingqiao's first single, and hadn't had much chat with Liao Bingqiao.

Liao Bingqiao had mentioned to him before that several entertainment companies had approached him, but he said that Yunji should rest assured that he would be busy with his work and not be distracted by such trivial matters.

Yunji really trusted Liao Bingqiao.But Fu Qing obviously had something else to say, so he asked along the way: "What did they say to Xiao Liao?"

Fu Qingyi said angrily: "You know that Wangcai is not short of money, what did you say to Xiao Liao, 'If you are willing to come, he can be the first resource for any newcomers.'"

Yun Jiluan said, "Capital speech skills. Newcomer resources, that is, resources with qualifiers, and some literary lawsuits will inevitably be filed at that time."

"Yeah, if you're serious, you might be fooled." Fu Qing pursed her lips, dismissively, "The name is Wangcai, and they behave like dogs. I think their entire company is just like us. No deal."

Wangcai Entertainment is an old brand, and Yunji is no stranger to this name.

Yu Suiqing, who recorded the program with them, belongs to this company.

In addition, Zhang Zhi, the sole successor of the old Zhang family that Cong Lie beat up at the beginning, is the grandson of the chairman of Wangcai Entertainment.

The old Zhang family has always spoiled and spoiled their only seedling.

Zhang Zhi grew up to be 20 years old, and the biggest suffering he suffered was probably chickenpox.

So this domineering young master was beaten by Cong Lie so that he lay on the bed for a month, and then he was in a wheelchair and crutches. It can be said that he had tasted the sufferings of the world for the first time.

Even though Yunji already had a small status in the capital circle at that time, after all, he was only a very young junior, so it was impossible to directly talk to the elders of the family and tell him to look at his face and smile away his grudges.

He could only break through the relationship network of Wangcai Entertainment one by one, and finally invited a group of people out for a meal, and the chairman of Wangcai finally let go at the dinner table.

But Yunji knew very well that if Cong Lie hadn't turned out to be unstoppable, he might have fallen into Wangcai's little stumbling blocks early on.

Cong Lie posted a song Wangcai to buy jumping off a building and jumping into a river. Cong Lie held a concert and Wangcai spread rumors that the venue was haunted.Although they are all trivial and small wrists, for a singer who is growing up, especially a singer who has become famous for the second time, the blow is likely to be fatal.

But Cong Lie is too popular, Wang Cai has to swallow this breath.

A tree as big as Cong Lie was planted in Han Hai's yard, which was always inviting wind.Now that Liao Bingqiao is showing his prowess in the show again, Wang Cai must come to add more trouble.

But none of this surprised Yunji.

He comforted Fu Qing, "I have told Bingqiao all these, he knows, there will be no problem, don't worry."

Fu Qing was still a little uneasy, "I know there's nothing wrong with it, I just think some dogs are real dogs."

"Okay." Yunji pressed the topic.

I don't know if he woke up a little anxiously this morning. He has been looking at the computer for a long time, and his chest has been feeling a little tight.

While pressing his chest lightly, he asked Fu Qing in a low voice, "How is Xiao Liao Xinge getting ready?"

"The transfer is going well, and I feel that this child is indeed a priceless treasure." Fu Qing is obviously in a good mood, "If you say that Yunyun is really not a soldier in the first and second squads, how can we pull out such a piece of rough jade from the crowd? Come."

Yunji knew that it was enough for the song recording side to go well, and didn't have much energy to chat.

He listened to Fu Qing talking about how much Liao Bingqiao had surprised her, while scrolling through the data on the Internet.

The stakes he laid before "Holiday" have all been responded to, and the data has risen according to his predictions. It is only a matter of Liao Bingqiao releasing a new song to detonate it.

Fu Qing was quite nervous, "Brother Yun, it's the first time we've packaged this brand-new newcomer, and let's say in private, Xiao Liao and Cong Lie must be different, the phenomenon level is the phenomenon level, traffic is just like Like a volcano, there will be a dormancy after the eruption, and if the results are not as expected, what will Hanhai do next?"

Knowing that Yunji broke up with Cong Lie, she couldn't help worrying that if Cong Lie left, Han Hai would really be out of reach for a while.

Yunji pressed his chest with one hand and rubbed slowly, "What's the anxiety about getting a loan? A lot of things are about luck. If you really can't force it, then you can catch up with the next wave. Xiao Liao's strength is here, you are still afraid that gold will not come." Is it glowing?"

Fu Qing believed in him like she believed in a Bodhisattva, and immediately figured it out, "That's right, if there is no one in the vast sea, as long as you are still there, there will always be something to play."

After she finished speaking, she couldn't hold back and asked again: "I saw that you and CP were very hotly fired in that show, Cong Lie... Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Why are you embarrassing me?" Yunji frowned slightly, not wanting to talk about it anymore, "Don't worry."

Fu Qing was simple, and after being dismissed by him, she was happy and relieved.

When the phone was hung up, the stabbing pain in his chest never disappeared.

Yunji leaned on the sofa to relax for a while, but the pain in his heart tended to intensify.

He bent down to look for the medicine in the drawer, but his eyes suddenly went dark, and his fingers slipped from the copper handle.

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pain.

A twinge of pain wound up along the heart.

Yunji was in so much pain that he couldn't see clearly, the scene in front of him bumped against his retina, like ripples on the surface of the sea.

He struggled to raise his hand again.

But the handle, which was only ten centimeters high at most, seemed out of reach. Whenever his fingers touched the cold metal, they would slip down uncontrollably.

It’s over.

It was the first time Yunji had this thought after his rebirth.

Even at the bottom of the sea, he never felt that death was so close.

The airway seemed to be tightened by an invisible hand, and the air passed through his mouth meaninglessly, as if there was no gas exchange in the lungs, and then escaped quickly from the mouth and nose.

The numbness rising up in the chest gradually covered up the pain, and Yunji was still trying to reach the handle that was becoming more and more difficult to reach.

He cannot die.

This thought hangs like a thread, hooking a thread of clarity in his mind.

He couldn't help thinking that it would be great if there was someone here at this time.

Before this thought even lasted a second, there was suddenly the sound of a key unlocking the door.

While he was relieved, Yunji became scared again.

He can't die.

But if it was Yun Shu who came, he would be in big trouble.

Except for Yun Shu...

"Yunji!" When Cong Lie saw Yunji lying on the carpet, he felt his blood froze.

He immediately supported Yunji to lie down, took out the medicine from the drawer and fed it into his mouth.

After calling 120, Cong Lie knelt beside Yunji, staring at his chest.

Seeing that the originally rapid ups and downs had calmed down, he didn't dare to relax. While giving Yunji his chest, he leaned his ear to his lips and called him in a low voice, "Yunji? Yunji?"

The bitter pill slowly dissipated under the tongue, and the heavy feeling of suffocation in the chest was also dispelled, but the pain swept back again, occupying the entire chest cavity.

My heart was beating like it was about to go off beat again.

Yunji couldn't help but curled up and pressed his hands on his chest.

Cong Lie stretched out his hand to carefully support him into his arms, replaced his hand, and stroked his chest one by one, "The car is on the way, and the pain will stop soon."

The paramedics brought up the folding stretcher.

But Yunji was in so much pain that he couldn't relax, and it was Cong Lie who carried him all the way downstairs.

In the ambulance, Cong Lie also followed Yunji all the time, calling Yunji's name from time to time.

The doctor is asking him something.

Cong Lie replied numbly, "Yes, I have a history of premature heart beats."

……

"Yes, he is prone to stomach pain." Cong Lie sat in the recording room, feeling the glare of the incandescent light.

"Driving tired?"

"Yes, the driving recorder shows that he has been driving for nearly four hours. Did he mention it to you on the phone?"

"No, I do not know."

There are some photos scattered on the table.

The top two had bare, charred rosettes, and a watch with a completely broken dial, missing a hand.

"Yes, I was calling him." He said to a young police officer in a brand new police uniform: "We had a dispute."

His voice is calm, almost narration-like, lacking even the slightest rise and fall.

"Conversation? Do I have the right to choose to keep this part of the answer?"

Cong Lie couldn't hear what the other party asked him, but he could feel the subtle air flow from between his lips and teeth, bringing a slight chill.

"No, I haven't seen it yet. His brother will identify it. I don't think I need to be there."

"Yes, I'm his legal partner." He even heard himself laughing mechanically, "Why does my husband have to be there? I still have a very important concert, so I don't have time to do these irrelevant things."

"Conflict?" Cong Lie felt the snow-white light burning in his pupils, "There is no relationship between us, and there is no conflict. Why get married? He asked for it."

"No, officer, I'm not under any duress."

"Are you done asking? Can I go now?"

The doorknob of the recording room was cold, like a piece of solid ice in my hand.

The chill spread from the fingers to the wrist, and it was so cold that Cong Lie could barely lift his entire arm.

"Snapped."

The light in the living room was on.

The soft, orange-yellow light spreads evenly, illuminating the tea table, sofa, TV, and piano in the room.

In a vase was a bouquet of dead red roses, their curly brown leaves hanging precariously from their shriveled stalks.

Quiet.

The loudest noise in the room is the small air flow brought by the ventilation equipment, and Cong Lie's even and clear breathing.

Cong Lie stood at the door for a while, and took two steps before realizing that he hadn't changed his shoes.

The keys were left on the coffee table.

The sound of metal hitting glass was so loud that it almost made Cong Lie tremble.

The quietness after the loudness became denser.

It seems that as long as Cong Lie does not move or breathe, time will completely stand still.

He walked to the piano and slowly lowered his hands.

What interrupted his breathing was the first note of "Fur Elise".

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感谢在2022-06-1314:27:34~2022-06-1410:33:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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