The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

"Yunji." Cong Lie held Yunji's hand, blinking non-stop, trying to drive away the inexplicable and terrifying scene.

Gathered hands are cold and sweaty, but real.

Cong Lie put his hand on his lips, "Yunji."

After the initial treatment in the car, Yunji's chest pain relieved a lot. Although his face is still pale, the pain has obviously subsided.

Cong Lie couldn't sit still, leaned over and asked him, "Is the pain still bad? Is it better?"

Yunji didn't know which question he was answering, so he just nodded.

Went to the hospital for an examination, and Yunji lay in the ward for fluid infusion.

Cong Lie repeatedly confirmed with the doctor, "Is it just a premature beat attack? Why is he in so much pain? If I didn't go back then..."

The doctor is quite old, and no matter what celebrity Cong Lie is, he looked at him coldly, "I read the previous doctor's order is very clear. Premature beat patients, even if they can't be overworked, it is not recommended to live alone at all."

He glanced in through the door of the ward, "The patient is underweight, and even if you are not a doctor, you can see the dark circles under your eyes, right? You can tell from the look on your face that you haven't had enough rest. Listen to what you mean, he was still alone before he was sent to the hospital , how could it be safe?"

Cong Lie listened with his head down, without a word of rebuttal.

When he first came to ask about the situation, all his hair was bared, as if he was going to turn his face if he didn't know clearly.

The doctor has seen the big world, and the bigger the background, the more generous. Originally, he didn't intend to give him any good face.

But seeing that he was being scolded seriously, his tone softened, "Is he your lover?"

"Is he your lover?" The young policeman's voice overlapped.

Cong Lie's breathing stagnated, as if he was about to overwhelm the phrase "I am his legal partner" in his ears, he insisted on answering loudly: "Yes, I am his lover."

The doctor saw that his eyes were not normal, so he couldn't help but comfort him, "The main reason for his condition is that he is tired. Tired doesn't mean that you have to stay up late or do coolies to be called tired. The heart is tired, and the brain is tired. Overwork makes people sick. Many people don’t believe in evil, but your lover’s physique should be accumulated for a long time. On the other hand, emotions. Some people even suffer from too much emotional shock. You will also suffer from this kind of disease. This problem can be big or small. If you take care of it well, it is similar to a healthy person. If you don’t take care of it well..."

"I got it." Cong Lie quickly interrupted the doctor, "I got it."

The doctor looked at his bloodshot eyes, not pretending to be anxious, "You don't need to be too anxious to get angry, the situation is already like this, and you will take care of it later. At such a young age, there will be no serious problems."

Back in the ward, Cong Lie's mind was full of outrageous thoughts in the car.

It seems like the most unbounded fantasy, but it almost took away all of Cong Lie's gravity, leaving him hanging with his heart, roasted by the incandescent lamp.

Yunji was lying on the hospital bed, his face was almost as white as the sheets.

The doctor said that he was malnourished and underweight, but Cong Lie knew that he had gained a little weight.

When he first moved there, his waist was barely visible in the empty pajamas.

He sat down by the bed, seeing Yunji in a drowsy sleep was not easy, with the infused hand pressing on his chest, and his frowning eyebrows couldn't be moved.

Cong Lie carefully held his infusion hand in the palm of his hand, and protected his heart with the other hand.

Yunji seemed to be whispering something, and he listened with his ears.

"It won't hurt tomorrow." Yunji's voice was soft and determined, but there was an indescribable helplessness.

Cong Lie heard it clearly, and felt the pain and tightness in his chest seemed to pass through his ears into his chest, the pain was like gouging out flesh, and he took a deep breath.

He gently rubbed Yunji's chest, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt anymore, rubbing it will stop the pain soon."

His eyes seemed to be constantly pierced by the light of incandescent lamps, making his eyelids sore and hot, and something would fall out in the blink of an eye.

"Why are you here?" Yunji opened his eyes and blinked slowly.

Cong Lie lowered his eyes, but his voice was nonchalant, "When I got home and saw that you were not feeling well, I brought you to the hospital."

"Thank you," Yunji seemed to smile lightly, "Then you can go to work now."

Cong Lie turned his head away to avoid Yunji's gaze, "The doctor said it's the same as last time, after the infusion, observe for a day or two, and you can leave the hospital if there is no problem."

He lowered his head again, as if he was avoiding something invisible but bright, "I'll go home later and feed Zha Xiaoli. If you want to eat, I'll bring it back for you."

"You can leave after feeding it," Yunji mentioned the matter of letting Cong Lie move out before, "it happens to be almost the weekend."

His voice was weak and hoarse, but he still had a businesslike attitude.

Cong Lie's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his tone was firm and nothing unusual, "I won't move."

Yunji just woke up and didn't have the strength to argue with him, so he asked him in a good voice, "Why?"

Cong Lie still lowered his head, as if looking at the lines on his fingers, "Your physical condition does not allow you to live alone. I..."

He took a short breath before continuing: "I am Party A, and I need to ensure that you can fulfill the responsibilities and obligations in the contract."

"We discussed this issue before, and it was agreed that you would move on the weekend." Yunji reminded him.

"That's based on the premise that you said you won't have premature beats again." Something bright flashed in front of Cong Lie, but Yunji didn't see it clearly.

He didn't want to look like he was using his body to get Cong Lie's attention, so he sighed softly, "Then you go to work first, I'll ask Fu Qing to come later."

No matter how uncomfortable his body is, his mind is still clear.

Cong Lie will definitely be going back to practice singing soon, and it's impossible for him to call Yun Shu over.

Cong Lie stood up, turned his back, and said in a low voice, "Sleep a little longer, I'll be back soon."

It's not far from the hospital to home, Cong Lie took a taxi and arrived in about ten minutes.

When Zha Xiaoli saw him, he circled around him alive and well, sniffing around him vigorously.

Cong Lie didn't understand why he knew that the little chubby dog ​​was looking for Yunji, so he comforted him in a low voice, "Brother is sick and hospitalized, and he will be back tomorrow."

He stewed the rice first, prepared dog food and canned chicken breast for Zha Xiaoli, fried two simple dishes, and boiled a portion of shrimp.

While waiting for the rice, he went to the closet to find a change of clothes for Yunji, and when he opened the drawer to find underwear, he suddenly dropped a small box.

Cong Lie bent down and picked up the box from the carpet.

The texture of beige lambskin is plainly embroidered with a flamboyant flower body: Chung with the same color of embroidery thread.

That's the English spelling of "Cong" as a surname.

Cong Lie stared at the small box, and lightly stroked the string of letters.

This is clearly a gift.

As long as he presses the brass button, the contents inside will be revealed to him.

Suddenly there was a sound of puffing from the pressure cooker in the kitchen, and there was a very loud "呲".

It's the steamed rice.

Cong Lie stroked the small box that had been held warm, and put it back in the closet intact.

Judging from the packaging, it should be a gift for him, but I haven't had time to give it to him yet.

Cong Lie glanced at the small box again, and closed the cabinet door decisively.

After putting the food into the insulated box, Cong Lie checked Cha Xiaoli's food and water again, put on his clothes and changed his shoes, and stood at the door for a few seconds, the doorknob was about to be unscrewed, but his hands stopped .

He put down the large bag of things in his hand, quickly stepped off the sneakers on his feet, ran barefoot into Yunji's bedroom, and opened the small beige square box.

Inside is an earring.

A sparkling stud earring with a single diamond.

With just one glance, Cong Lie was very sure that it belonged to him.

Not because of his surname embroidered on the box, but a groundless certainty: this is my stuff.

But Cong Lie was extremely sure that this was the first time he saw this diamond earring that was worth a lot of money at first sight.

He even thought in his heart that he would feel a little disgusted.

Diamonds, earrings.

His mother ruined her originally bright life for a pair of sparkling earrings.

But he didn't.

All he felt was wanting, a surge of desire to possess.

He even seemed to feel that he had directly pierced his earlobe that did not go through the hole with the sharp metal needle behind the earring.

The fusion of metal and blood felt so real, as if he could touch the pierced flesh as soon as he raised his hand.

He felt no pain or fear at all.

But the earring just lay quietly on the velvet base, radiating colorful fire from every angle without any hesitation.

It's like a sweet break.

Cong Lie's fingers rested on the earrings for two seconds, then closed the box again, and put it back with inexplicable reluctance and piety.

He didn't delay for an hour at home, but when he returned to the hospital, he found that Fu Qing had already arrived.

The crowded hospital bed was shaken a little, and the two were chatting and laughing.

Yunji's complexion was still not good, but it was obvious that there was some color in his face.

Fu Qing was peeling apples for him.

A red Fuji was shaved pitted by her, and the first piece has begun to turn yellow.

Seeing Cong Lie come in, Fu Qing seemed a little surprised, "Yo? Teacher Cong has a rehearsal today."

Cong Lie was a little depressed, and put down the things in his hand, "Don't give him fruit, his stomach can't stand it."

"Who said I gave it to him? I cut it for myself." Fu Qing wondered if you could hurt Yunji more than me, and stabbed him again, "My family asked me to bring bird's nest and food to Yunji. Teacher Cong is busy. If not, don’t make trouble.”

Cong Lie took a look at the small table boards, and found that they were all good dishes, but he didn't take a bite or two of any of them.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Fu Qing saw Cong Lie push aside all the dishes on the small table, and waved a fruit knife, "Has Yunji not eaten? He has a bad stomach, so you let him starve." ? His heart is not feeling well, do you know that, can you not add to the trouble!"

The ward was full of excitement, and Yunji felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He pressed his chest and said in a low voice, "Don't make noise."

"Slow down, slow down." Cong Lie, who was standing next to him, immediately supported his back and moved down gently, "Uncomfortable?"

Fu Qing didn't dare to make a sound, and honestly chopped apples beside her.

Cong Lie adjusted the angle of the bed for him again, and put a soft pillow behind his waist, "Is it better?"

Yunji leaned against the bed and felt a little more comfortable, but he was still dizzy and weak, so he just let out a soft "hmm".

Fu Qing really doesn't know how to take care of others, he can't be counted on.

After Cong Lie left, he might still have to ask Fu Qing to find a nurse.

Seeing that Cong Lie slowed down the flow rate of the infusion bottle, Yunji whispered, "Don't adjust it, or it will take a long time."

These words made Cong Lie's heart ache again, he couldn't help it, "What are you doing so quickly after losing? Do you have anything else to do later?"

In the end, Yunji asked him the next sentence: "Did you bring my computer? Didn't you come here to watch me work?"

Cong Lie opened his mouth, then closed it tightly.

He put the meals he brought on the small table one by one, and Fu Qing looked silly, "You made all this meal?"

Cong Lie handed Yunji a spoon, "If you feel uncomfortable, eat a little bit. The steamed rice is very soft, and there is less salt in the dishes."

Fu Qing watched from the side, her eyes opened wider and wider.

Yunji obviously didn't want to move.

"If you don't eat, I'll feed you." Cong Lie's words almost scared Fu Qing's jaw off.

She quit, "Yunji eats whatever he wants, and he doesn't eat if he doesn't want to. Do you still want to force the patient? Are you so short of someone to help you with the work? Is there any job I can't do? I belong to Hanhai, too. Party B, can you stop bullying the patient?"

Cong Lie completely regarded her as air, and put the spoon into Yunji's palm, "Take a small bite, the custard is filled with sesame oil."

Yunji often couldn't figure out what unusual things Cong Lie put in his meals.

For example, when he was feeling uncomfortable, he would feel nauseous when he saw food.

But as long as he takes a bite of Cong Lie's cooking, he will feel hungry.

It seems that the laziness accumulated from eating instant noodles before turned into a kind of vengeful hunger in an instant, and it was hard to calm down immediately.

After scooping up two spoonfuls of custard, Yunji propped himself up and sat up a little.

"Don't lean on it." Cong Lie protected his hand that was still pierced with needles, "Slow down."

Fu Qing couldn't see through Cong Lie, but she couldn't find anything wrong for a while.

Until she saw the bowl of prawns, "Yunji still has a needle in his hand, you can really bring him prawns. Why don't you bring him crabs..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Cong Lie put on disposable gloves and began to peel the shrimp one by one for Yunji.

Like no one around, Cong Lie peeled out the whole prawns, cut each into three small pieces and put them into the Yunji bowl.

He peeled quickly, but Yunji ate slowly, and a small pile quickly piled up in the bowl.

But Yunji has a limited appetite and is sick, so even if he has an appetite, he can't eat much.

The shrimp meat in the bowl was still piled up like a hill, so he put down the spoon.

Cong Lie was immediately moved by him, "Can't eat anymore?"

Fu Qing was really afraid that Cong Lie would force Yunji to eat, after all, it didn't seem like he couldn't do such a thing.

Just as she was about to go up to stop her, she saw Cong Lie gently remove a pillow from Yunji's waist, and leveled the bed a little bit, "I can't eat anymore, just rest for a while. I'm watching from the side, feeling uncomfortable and shouting I."

Fu Qing couldn't believe her ears and eyes, she muttered softly, "What is this possessed by?"

But Yunji's complexion has indeed improved, and he leaned on the bed with his hands on his belly, his eyes closed, and he looked very weak, but at least he didn't look scary anymore.

When Fu Qing came here just now, she was going crazy with fright, thinking that Yunji called her here to make a will.

At that time, there was no one around him, and he asked her to come closer and talk with a pale face.

At that moment, she really wanted to cut Cong Lie alive, so she picked up an apple and peeled it.

Cong Lie packed things lightly and neatly, and quickly wiped the small table clean and put it aside.

Fu Qing glanced at him with a sting, "I didn't expect a big star to have such a virtuous side."

As soon as the words finished, she saw Yunji clutching his stomach and grunting.

Fu Qing immediately imitated Cong Jinlian's drama that Cong Lie harbored a grudge against Yunji and wanted to take the opportunity to poison him, and raised her hand to ring the bell.

But Cong Lie was faster than her.

He stretched out his hands over the back of Yunji's neck, carefully helped him onto his shoulders, let him bend over, and gently stroked his upper abdomen, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, I'm here, it won't hurt soon gone."

Fu Qing's fingers were still hesitating to press the bell.

Cong Lie waited for Yunji to relax a little, then glanced at Fu Qing, "When he's not feeling well, he'll have a stomachache right after eating, so there's no need to call a doctor."

Fu Qing looked at Yunji, who was patted on the shoulder while he was talking, and stammered a little, "You, how do you know so clearly?"

"Thank you for coming to see him," Cong Lie glanced at the door, "but you can go now."

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Yunji's condition improved the next day, but Cong Lie disagreed with his discharge, so he spent another day in the hospital.

He lay in the hospital for two days, and Cong Lie stayed with him in the ward for 48 hours, occasionally disappearing for an hour in the middle, probably going home to feed Cha Xiaoli and bring food.

Yunji told him many times that he didn't need his care, "The nurses in the hospital are [-] an hour, how much do you charge for an hour? Don't you have work to do? The concert is not rehearsing? You can afford it, but I can't." rise."

But even if it comes to this point, Cong Lie still doesn't leave, just like he can't understand people's words, he always brings out contracts to suppress people.

When he was discharged from the hospital, Yunji took off his hospital gown and was about to bend over to put on his shoes.

"Don't move." Cong Lie squatted down in front of him and held his ankle.

Yunji couldn't help frowning, and wanted to get out of the way slightly, his voice sounded like a warning, "Cong Lie."

"I don't want you to pass out again before you leave the hospital." Cong Lie lowered his head, his tone seemed objective, "Since you know my time is precious, you don't want me to spend every day in the hospital just to ensure that Party B fulfills the contract."

Yunji was blocked by him and let him put his shoes on his feet.

He couldn't help but glanced down at Cong Lie, and saw a wreath above his head.

When Cong Lie lifted his heels, he tilted his head slightly, revealing a well-defined profile.

"When did you get your ears pierced?" Yun Ji looked at the black ear sticks on his earlobe, a little surprised.

Cong Lie's shape is designed and arranged by a special person, and he has a certain amount of freedom in his regular clothes, but he is cautious about permanent changes such as hairstyles, ear piercings, and even tattoos.

The earrings in the performance are usually patches or ear clips, because no one dares to let Cong Lie get his ears pierced.

Cong Lie still lowered his head, his voice was a bit vague, "I will hit if I want to."

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The author has something to say:

Cong Xiaogou: Wuwu's wife prepared earrings for me, and quickly pierced them! !

Steam Peach (hesitant to speak)

感谢在2022-06-1410:33:35~2022-06-1509:32:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast the landmines: Wanli Xingzhou, Yali, warm-hearted and kind Ms. Bai, and one Muya;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：樨墀、百里取一、马甲、阿裴、肖战漏翔啦10瓶；Ikykily7瓶；铱樓厛颩雨、butterfly、木呀5瓶；早呀打工人、秋月白2瓶；斷了聯繫的過去、热心善良白女士、芝麻馅汤圆、浮生尽、豆渣儿饼、風樘、風祅1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!