The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

"Master, please turn around and go to Yuefu." After Yunji finished talking to the driver, he looked at Ji Chunshi apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have to go home immediately."

Ji Chunshi saw that he was very anxious, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Do you need my help?"

"My puppy is sick, and I may have to take it to the hospital." Yunji said while looking up the contact information of the pet hospital on his mobile phone.

The last time he went to that hospital, it was still because Cong Lie fed Zha Xiaoli up.

Ji Chunshi was very sorry, but he didn't have the nerve to keep him.

In less than 10 minutes, Yunji went downstairs.

After getting out of the car, he ran all the way to the elevator, and there happened to be an elevator, and there was no delay for a total of one or two minutes.

He hurriedly opened the door of the house, but was rushed by the little fat dog.

Yunji quickly knelt down to check it.

Zha Xiaoli was chattering, his little tail was wagging non-stop, jumping up and down like a monkey, there was nothing unusual at all.

Yunji picked up Zha Xiaoli from the ground, and carefully checked his eyes and ears.

Everything is fine everywhere, and it couldn't be healthier.

"Cong Lie!" Yunji yelled, and the little fat dog shivered in fright.

He rubbed Zha Xiaoli's ears, his voice softened, "I didn't call you again, what are you afraid of?"

After going around in a circle, Yunji found Cong Lie in the kitchen.

The kitchen was steaming hot, and Cong Lie was taking the dumplings out of the pot.

"Didn't you say that Cha Xiaoli was sick?" Yunji frowned and asked him, "Isn't he well?"

Cong Lie didn't even look back at him, "Well, it's fine."

"No, Cong Lie," Yunji said angrily, "Why are you lying to me?"

Cong Lie gently put a plate of dumplings on the counter, "I don't say that, will you come back?"

"I'm doing errands outside, why are you making trouble?" Yunji's voice also raised.

"What are you doing?" Cong Lie asked him back: "You make a wax figure with me, and it's over when it's done. What else do you have to say to that sissy?"

"That's my classmate, I ask you to respect him." Yunji couldn't figure out where Cong Lie's inexplicable temper came from, but he explained to him, "He is a very influential artist. Now Liao Bingqiao's The album cover has not been finalized yet, I may need to use Ji Chunshi's network to find a more suitable artist in the future."

"It's Ji Chunshi again, and it's Liao Bingqiao again." Cong Lie muttered a few words in a low voice, picked up the dumplings and walked out, "Isn't it just a seal? I'll find it for you, you eat first."

It is true that Yunji did not eat a few bites in the restaurant, but he is not in the mood to eat now.

He followed Cong Lie to the restaurant, "Can you stop doing this in the future? I hope you don't interfere too much..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a "bang wipe", and a plate of dumplings fell to pieces on the ground.

Yunji was stunned for half a second, and subconsciously supported Cong Lie's shoulders to prevent him from kneeling on the broken porcelain pieces on the plate.

Hot and rapid breathing hit Yunji's side of the neck, and he realized that Cong Lie should have a fever.

"Can you still walk?" Yunji carefully supported him, and tried to move half a step to the side of the chair.

Cong Lie covered his side with one hand and Yunji with the other, unable to speak for a while.

Yunji could only help him sit down on the chair very slowly, touched his forehead, and sent a message asking Liang Chao to drive over without saying a word.

Cong Lie sat listlessly on the chair, his eyes glued to Yunji, "I don't need to go to the hospital."

"Cong Lie, Teacher Cong." Yunji took a deep breath, "If you are stupid, all the preparations for the concert will be for nothing, understand?"

"You stay with me at home for a while, okay?" Cong Lie looked up at him with watery eyes.

Waiting was also waiting, Yunji took his temperature again, "Is the pain severe?"

Cong Lie was a little aggrieved, "I started to feel pain when I was doing hand modeling, I thought it would be over if I endured it, but the pain got worse."

Yunji glanced at the thermometer, "Cong Lie, I found out that you have this problem before. When you are sick, you like to endure it. It was the same when you were recording a program last time. You always feel that any illness can be cured by sleeping."

He handed the thermometer to Cong Lie, "It's almost forty degrees, can it not hurt?"

"I thought who was teaching me a lesson?" Cong Lie whispered, "So you know it's wrong to hold on when you're sick."

Yunji didn't know how Cong Lie could take advantage of it every time, so he didn't bother to argue with him, "Get up, get dressed, and go to the hospital."

"I'm in pain." Cong Lie lay down on the dining table and refused to get up, and he still had another leisurely thought, "There are still wrapped dumplings in the kitchen, why don't you cook another pot yourself."

Yunji really wondered if Cong Lie had gone crazy, so he could only say to him in a good voice: "The bus is downstairs, you go to see a doctor first, and then talk about making dumplings when you come back, okay?"

Cong Lie held his ribs, raised his head and asked him, "Aren't you going with me?"

Yunji didn't have this kind of plan from the beginning, he was a little confused, "Liang Chao is here, your medical insurance and everything are with him, why should I follow?"

Cong Lie sat down again, "Then I won't go either."

"What do you mean you don't go?" Yunji couldn't get angry, "You are the one who is sick, not me, do you understand?"

Why didn't he find Cong Lie who was sick so difficult to communicate with before?

"It hurts." Cong Lie lay on the table, his face turned pale with pain, "I don't want to move."

Yunji gritted his teeth and stood beside him for a while, "Get up, I'll go with you."

Cong Lie finally got up lingeringly, and walked towards the door with three steps and three turns. After confirming that Yunji was wearing a coat, he pulled on a pair of sandals.

As soon as he got in the car, Cong Lie's stickiness disappeared completely.

Except for the lack of blood on his face, he looked the same as usual, so that Liang Chao was concerned about Yunji as soon as he came up: "Why did Brother Yun go to the hospital again? Is there something wrong?"

Just now Yunji was in a hurry to call a car over, but he didn't make it clear in the text message.

He raised his chin towards Cong Lie, "I have a fever."

"Oh," Liang Chao twisted his body and looked back, "Brother Lie caught a cold? Or is the wound inflamed? Does it matter? Will it affect the concert?"

Cong Lie closed his eyes and leaned on the car seat to doze off, "Shut up and drive seriously."

Yunji originally thought that going to the hospital at this time would be over soon, but he didn't expect to be blocked by Yuji when he got out of the car.

These big brothers and sisters didn't know that they had been squatting in front of the hospital for a few days, and some of them still had toothbrushes stuck in their hair.

They crowded together in front of the car, desperately stretching the microphone forward:

"Ms. Cong Lie, Mr. Yunji, may I ask if you were injured during the recording of "Singer's Holiday"?"

"Some people say that you were injured because of vicious competition among your peers. Is this true?"

"Are you here for a review this time?"

"Did the "Holiday" program team give you reasonable compensation?"

"May I ask how is Mr. Cong Lie's injury? Will the concert in June be affected and postponed?"

"Teachers, do you have scripts for the show, or are you really together?"

Yunji stuffed Cong Lie, who had just poked his head out, into the car and blocked it in front of the car door, "It's not convenient to accept interviews now, and we will inform everyone through official channels if there are any changes in the itinerary."

The flashes flashed intensively, and the long, short and short guns came to Yunji.

"Mr. Yun, are you satisfied with the way the "Vacation" program team handled the recording accident?"

"Mr. Yun, the insider said that Mr. Cong was injured because of you. Is this true?"

"Liao Bingqiao's album will be released soon, what are your expectations for the results of the new album?"

Yunji's face gradually darkened, "Everyone, where is the hospital? If your family members are waiting to see a doctor, do you also block the entrance of the hospital to hinder traffic like this?"

Yuji, who were surrounded by traffic, was quiet for less than five seconds before launching a new round of offensive.

"Mr. Yun, do you have a script for the interaction between you and Mr. Cong in the "Holiday" program?"

"Teacher Yunji, have you ever been with Teacher Cong?"

"Mr. Yun, would you consider officially entering the entertainment circle as a front-stage performer?"

"The Huoshaoyun CP of the two has been on the hot search for over a week. Will there be a follow-up business after "Holiday" ends?"

"Did the family members you mentioned specifically refer to Mr. Cong Lie? Have the two of you already put your wedding on the agenda?"

Yunji didn't expect the reporter to be so difficult, and was blinded by the flashlight.

But he was still ready to answer the last few questions head-on: "Cong Lie and I, it's just..."

The car door slid open again at this time, Cong Lie held the phone in his hand, and took pictures of the group of reporters.

He was worth [-] to [-] yuan, and he didn't look like a patient at all, "I have written down your faces. If anyone dares to ask again, I guarantee that you will be able to get a lawsuit before dinner today."

The people crowded in front of the car disappeared in an instant, as if there had never been such a lively scene at all.

Yunji was surprised when he looked back at him, "Are you... alright?"

"I just said I'm fine." Cong Lie lowered his head and was about to shrink into the car, "Go home and eat dumplings."

He doesn't like hospitals.

Yunji caught the trembling in his breath, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him out, "You are so hot, why are you eating dumplings when you go home?"

After going to the emergency room, Yunji was afraid that Cong Lie would run away again, so he stared at him all the way.

The group of entertainment reporters reminded him just now that his energy has been focused on Liao Bingqiao's new album for a while, and he didn't pay too much attention to Cong Lie's concert.

But this concert is closely related to Hanhai's interests, and Yunji cannot tolerate any mistakes made by Cong Lie at this time.

The doctor looked at Cong Lie's new X-ray, "The bones are growing beautifully, and they are recovering well, so there is no big problem."

Yunji held the coat for Cong Lie, and asked the doctor politely, "Then why do you have a fever?"

"After all, it's a muscle injury. It's normal for the body's immunity to decline temporarily." The doctor intersected his fingers, "For example, mental stress or overwork may cause high temperature. Hang two bottles of water tonight, Observe in the infusion room, and you can go back when the fever subsides."

Watching the nurse give Cong Lie the needle, Yunji glanced at his watch, "I'm about to go back, Bingqiao still has some materials to process."

Cong Lie looked up at him for a while, "Will you wait a while before walking?"

Yunji put his coat on his body, "There are nurses here, just ring the bell when you change the fluid."

Cong Lie's eyes were a little red, "I'll lose right away, I'll go with you."

Yunji watched him start to adjust the flow rate of the infusion set, and grabbed his hand, "What are you doing!"

"I'm in pain." Cong Lie completely lost the look of being angry at Yuji at the door, and leaned listlessly on the chair, "Can't you wait for me for a while?"

Yunji had never seen Cong Lie so clingy, and fearing that he was really suffering too much, he sat down next to him.

Cong Lie saw Yunji sit down, and looked at him with red eyes, as if if he didn't look at him, he would lose him.

In fact, Cong Lie didn't understand why he was like this.

Today Yunji went out to eat with that surname Ji, and Cong Lie was in a daze on the way home by himself.

He recalled the scene he had seen before when Yunji wanted to make dumplings with him.

Unlike last time, this time it was more real.

The gathered khaki slacks, the faint scent of violets on his body, and even the ends of his hair dyed red by the sun, seemed to be right in front of him.

Besides, he dreamed of a New Year's Eve.

The colorful fireworks outside are constantly blooming, and there are noisy party programs on the TV.

He sat alone at the dining table, with a whole table full of dumplings in front of him, but the rising heat couldn't hide the loneliness in the room.

No one touched the two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

When he got home, he started to have a fever. Cong Lie actually took two antipyretics, and he really felt that he was fine.

But he just hurts.

He was constantly pestered by that scene: Yunji just wanted to eat dumplings, why did you have to force him to eat steak?

Remembering that Yunji went to eat with that pretentious painter, Cong Lie felt as if he was being roasted by a fire, and felt indescribably painful.

Troubled by those fantasies, corroded by the bitterness in his heart, there is only one thought left in his mind: he wants to see Yunji.

Cong Lie leaned on the cushion of the chair in the emergency room and looked at the people around him.

Yunji is very thin and beautiful, it seems that just looking at him now will make Cong Lie feel distressed.

But it would be even more unbearable for Cong Lie if he didn't watch.

So even if Yunji said something like "don't meet again in the future", Cong Lie couldn't answer with "no see or see".

His concert has not yet been dedicated to him.

Yunji was processing the messages on his phone with his head down, completely unaware of Cong Lie's gaze.

Cong Lie kept coveting him boldly and confidently.

The medicine for the infusion contained some calming and soothing ingredients. Cong Lie couldn't keep his eyes open, but he still tried his best to hold on.

"Is it hard?" Yunji seemed to be asking softly.

Cong Lie was really uncomfortable. Just as he was about to nod, he heard his own voice saying: "It's okay, you go back, I'll go back to the recording studio by myself later."

Cong Lie didn't understand what nonsense he was talking about, so he couldn't control himself and grabbed Yunji's wrist.

Yunji turned to look at him in surprise, as if he had never spoken before.

Cong Lie felt that he might be really confused, and couldn't help but want to ask Yunji if he would come to his concert.

But before he could speak, he stopped again.

He has asked three times.

Once on the mountain road, once at home, once in front of the campfire.

Every time Yunji said it would come.

Among them, there was another time to tell the truth, Yunji would never lie.

He couldn't ask any more.

It's like making a wish to the gods. Cong Lie worried that if he always said it out loud, it wouldn't work.

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