The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Cong Lie's illness has always come and gone quickly, the fever subsided that night, and within two days he recovered as if he was fine.

Bai Xialiang almost scared everyone away, thinking that the concert would definitely be postponed.

A week before the concert, everything was ready for Cong Lie, and instead he was free, thinking about new songs at home every day.

Yunji is different from him.

All aspects of Liao Bingqiao's new album are ready to go, and all links need to be coordinated by Yunji to ensure nothing goes wrong.

During that week, Yunji was so busy that he got up at six or seven o'clock in the morning, worked all day in the company, came back with stars and moonlight, fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow, and rarely saw Cong Lie face to face.

Even though he had completely eliminated his own team, Yunji still watched the progress of the concert twice.

After all, it was entrusted to a mature professional team, everything went well, and there was nothing for him to worry about.

On the contrary, the kid Liao Bingqiao didn't go through the storm, and he was so worried about his grades that he couldn't eat or sleep. He lost a lot of weight visibly in just a few days.

"You have tried your best, and it will be over when you send it out. You don't need to worry about grades or anything." Yunji gave the shrimp wontons in his bowl to the two children, "Eat more, if you can't eat more, you won't have to worry." I have to eat, I can’t starve myself to death before the album is released.”

Liao Bingqiao, who has always had a strong appetite, ate reluctantly, "I'm a singer in a bar, so it doesn't matter to me whether my grades are good or not. But I'm afraid I'll let you down."

His voice became smaller and smaller, because he knew that Yunji didn't like to hear frustrating words.

"I'm sorry for what?" Yunji didn't look unhappy, and looked at him with his head tilted.

"I always feel that you put so much effort into me, and it's for me to be on the show, and it's for me to socialize with people everywhere." Liao Bingqiao lowered his head, "If I don't do well, I feel that I put your Appreciation is all wasted."

Yunji smiled, "You think too much."

Liao Bingqiao looked at him puzzled.

"There is no one who works hard for others." Yunji put down his spoon, "The reason why I cultivate you is of course love for talent."

He tilted his head and spoke softly, "But I'm mainly doing it for my own benefit. I've explained to you a long time ago that Hanhai needs an awl to cut through the predicament, and you are the awl I have chosen. I will pay for you. Everything, including sharpening your edge, is accumulating energy for the action of 'gouging'. If the result is good, then you and I will both benefit. But it does not mean that I am only doing it for your own good, so You don't have to have such a big burden."

Liao Bingqiao stared blankly at him for a while, tied a wonton and put it in his mouth, "Brother Yun, I always thought your heart was very kind and soft, but why do you always make people feel out of reach when you speak?"

Yunji laughed, "Why am I so far away?"

In fact, he knew the answer to Liao Bingqiao's question.

In the past, he used all means to help Cong Lie.

Now that he did this for Liao Bingqiao, Liao Bingqiao felt that he couldn't afford it.

But in his previous life and earlier in this life, Yun Ji spent ten times more effort on Cong Lie than Liao Bingqiao.

Of course, Cong Lie was worthy of his efforts, and became a phenomenal legend in the music world.

The benefits that Cong Lie brought him are also huge.

In the previous life, Cong Lie contributed a lot to Han Hai's skyrocketing success, no one can deny this.

As long as Yunji is willing to rely on Cong Lie a little bit in this life, he can avoid many detours.

Including variety shows, including Liao Bingqiao, even in the deepest valley, with the strength of Yunji, it can indeed turn against the wind.

But if he directly focuses on Cong Lie, he can definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

But Yunji changed his mind now.

He felt that those successes were obtained in exchange for important things in his previous life.

Now that he is living again, the weight of the steelyard in his heart has changed, and Yunji is unwilling to repeat the same exchange again.

Yunji thought about it, and seeing Liao Bingqiao's expression became more serious, he grinned at him, "Bingqiao, let me tell you a secret, you must never tell anyone else."

Liao Bingqiao's attention was briefly attracted by him, "What?"

"Actually, I know a little bit about calculations," Yunji approached him half-truthfully, "I once did a fortune-telling for you, and found that you have a lucky star in your career. As long as you keep your mind steady, you will definitely hit the mark. success!"

--

Yunji found out that Liao Bingqiao's mind could still turn around.

After chatting with myself that day, his dark circles gradually healed, and he also recovered his two-bowl meal.

On the eve of the release of the new album, he even jokingly asked Yunji: "Brother, if my grades are good, can you take me out for a barbecue?"

Yunji looked like an experienced general sitting in his tent, "If you get good grades, I'll take the whole Hanhai to accompany you out for a meal."

In fact, it was impossible for him not to feel uneasy.

If you really want to break open his heart and look inside, in fact, he has no time to take care of anything else right now.

The fate of fate has turned again, and he himself can change direction countless times, so how can he guarantee that the success of Liao Bingqiao's previous life can be repeated again.

Yunji's shooting probably decided whether Han Hai will live or die this time.

But he has done what he can.

Whether Dongfeng comes or not depends on Dongfeng himself.

He looked calm on the surface, but he woke up at three o'clock in the morning and couldn't fall asleep.

Yunji is well prepared for various emergencies, such as someone suddenly fabricating false information, such as the collapse of pure luck and poor sales.

No matter what happens, he has measures to deal with it.

As long as Liao Bingqiao can achieve more than half of the achievements in his previous life, then the vast sea will surely ride the wind, and there will be no worries in a short time.

But he didn't expect the new album to explode directly.

It was even more explosive than in my previous life.

At [-] o'clock in the afternoon on the day of the album release, the title song "Nei Ming" rushed to the top of the new song list, sixth in the Chinese overall list, and the top five songs belonged to only Cong Lie.

At 23 o'clock that night, Liao Bingqiao's album "Heavenly Questions" topped the daily album sales chart with a trading volume of [-] copies, and many related topics occupied half of the Weibo entertainment hot searches.

And at this very moment, Yunji was almost disconnected from the internet.

He didn't read various comments as usual, but sat in the office, staring at the data in the background.

Looking at the rapidly beating numbers, he felt a moment of peace in his heart.

It was a wonderful sense of relief.

It seems to be an end, and it seems to be a beginning.

He no longer has to grope and guess the direction of the wind, and he doesn't have to worry about whether the future hanging above his head will be cut off like a guillotine, splitting him in two.

The phone kept ringing in.

Yunji didn't need to pick it up to know that this was an olive branch moved by the wind.

Because in the previous life, there were countless olive branches like this coming for the turbulent surge.

He knew in his heart that the war had just begun.

If Yun Shichu was here, he wouldn't even praise him, and would only comment coldly, "Arrogant soldiers will surely lose."

Perhaps in his previous life, Yunji would have cared about Yun Shichu's evaluation, and would have been more nervous for the phased victory.

But he didn't actually have much happiness or excitement, and he just wanted to take a breath at this moment.

He won.

But he doesn't crave any prizes other than rest.

If he wants to rest, he rests.

Yunji didn't answer a single call, and just turned off his phone.

After all, there are still eight hours until tomorrow.

The sky is falling, and I will make it up tomorrow.

He was reclining on a chair to rest his mind when the office door rang.

"Come in." He agreed a little tiredly.

Liao Bingqiao came in with his head, smiling broadly, "Brother, barbecue."

It was only three characters, which made Yunji smile lightly.

He stood up happily, "Save people!"

It became famous during this period, but Hanhai's stalls hadn't had time to expand, and it didn't have a hundred or ten numbers to call all the people.

Originally, Yunji wanted to go to a better place, but Liao Bingqiao wanted to eat barbecue.

Because of the previous recording of the album, Liao Bingqiao was very strict with Fu Qing, and he had never even eaten pickled peppers, but now he is greedy for mutton skewers and crayfish.

In the end, they settled on a barbecue city with a good reputation, and a group of people killed it in a mighty manner.

Liao Bingqiao has a big appetite. Garlic scallops are worth ten or ten, and one person can't wait to eat two hundred skewers.

"Look at you, do you have the consciousness of that supernova? It's the same as the one just released from the game." Fu Qing was overjoyed, "You have sold tens of millions of people today, why are you so addicted to baked buns? Woolen cloth?"

"That's not me, Brother Yun!" Liao Bingqiao held up a draft beer and respected the crowd, "I can have today, I have to rely on me, Brother Yun! My life! From now on, it will be Brother Yun's!"

"Come on," Fu Qing laughed so hard that her eyes almost disappeared, "You're drunk before dark, can you still play this game?"

After clinking glasses with Liao Bingqiao, Yunji was about to take a sip of beer when the glass was taken away.

"Brother, this is not for you to drink!" Liao Bingqiao took a sip from each of the two cups, and pushed Yunji a cup of hot coconut juice, "This is for you."

Fu Qing laughed harder, and patted Yunji on the shoulder, "Yunyun, this is the correct way for you to 'raise children for old age'."

Liao Bingqiao held a bunch of grilled shrimps in his mouth, his face was flushed, and he uttered what he had been holding back for a week while drinking: "By the way, besides me today, isn't Cong Lie also on the hot search? He... Brother Lie is also today Big day."

After being confused for a moment, Fu Qing's expression became slightly solemn.

She looked at Yunji.

Yunji held the cup of hot coconut juice and looked out the window in silence.

It's seven o'clock and it's about to rain.

"Is it too late now?" Fu Qing looked at her watch, "The gymnasium is not far away, so I should take a taxi..."

"I don't need to go." Yunji smiled, reaching out for a string of grilled tofu.

Of course he remembered what day it was.

After all, the voices of anticipation from all walks of life on the Internet are in full swing, waiting for Cong Lie's concert.

--

"Still turn off the phone," Liang Chao frowned and said to Cong Lie, "Why don't you call Xiao Liao or Mr. Fu?"

The concert starts in half an hour.

Cong Lie looked straight at the mirror, the makeup artist was making up the last shadow before he went on stage.

"Need not."

He thought that Yunji had promised so many times that he would never really stop coming.

Calling Liao Bingqiao and Fu Qing to find someone made Cong Lie unhappy.

He would rather believe that Yunji was already on his way, but his phone was out of battery.

Yunji will not fail to come.

Cong Lie reserved the front and middle seat for him.

No matter where Cong Lie walked on the stage, Yunji could see him.

He could also see the clouds.

The team did not announce the name of this concert in advance, and replaced it with asterisks.

This was unprecedented, and among all the singers, only Cong Lie dared to do this.

Because he felt that the same was dedicated to the same person, but the previous name was no longer applicable.

Cong Lie knows very well that the reason C is important is not because C is C, but because C is cloud.

Now that he knew that Yunji was C, even if he couldn't tell him directly, he could still write the recipient's name on the gift card openly.

The name of the concert will be revealed by himself at the end.

Before this, except for Cong Lie himself, no one could know ahead of time than Yunji.

One second before taking the stage, Liang Chao followed Cong Lie with his eyes, "Brother Lie, don't worry, I will contact Mr. Yun! Don't be distracted!"

Cong Lie ignored him, turned around behind the scenes, and walked into the screams and cheers like a tsunami.

--

Cong Lie is very familiar with the stage.

The sea of ​​stars composed of fluorescent sticks and light boards is hidden behind the high-intensity lights. In fact, you can't see anything for a moment when you stand on the stage.

The light gradually focused and weakened, and followed Cong Lie to the piano.

It had already started to rain, but it didn't affect the fiery atmosphere in the auditorium at all.

Fans covered the light boards in their raincoats, forming mushroom-shaped light spots, and assembled a huge "Love", dedicated to Cong Lie on the stage.

Against the blinding spotlight, Cong Lie looked down towards the auditorium.

The most special seat in the audience is still empty.

Yunji hasn't come yet.

After singing the first song, Cong Lie temporarily adjusted the order of the songs, moving all his newly written songs to the back.

The atmosphere on the stage became more and more enthusiastic. Every song, all the fans sang along from the beginning to the end, even trying to cover Cong Lie's voice.

The concert reached its climax amidst the waves of people rising farther and farther away, but Cong Lie's heart was chilled by the heavier and heavier rain.

Sing one by one.

Yunji never came.

When changing clothes in the middle, Cong Lie found the earring from his clothes, and put it on by himself, regardless of the surprise of the stylist.

Apart from ear sticks to prevent the piercing from healing, this is the first time he has worn studs.

Platinum brings a subtle coolness, while diamonds give the earlobe a slight sinking.

That earring was so bright that it looked like a shining star when hit by the spotlight.

As soon as Cong Lie's image reappeared on the big screen, the atmosphere of the scene was elevated again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

"Brother Lie! Brother Lie! I love you ahhhhh—"

"Strong my love—"

"Cub, you are the most handsome!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

"My star - ahhhh!!!"

Cong Lie sat alone by the piano, pressing a few notes as if no one else was there.

With the melody of "To Alice", his deep voice melted into the night with a few twilight embedded.

It was a new song, with a few bars of "Fur Elise" selected as an intro.

"Cloud shadow wandering

I counted my heart waves

Ripples

sky light water color

I ask you that the sky is clear tonight

a few stars

i reach out to you

touch the wasted night"

This is a new love song that has never been released.

Cong Lie's deep and magnetic voice echoed in the stadium that accommodated [-] spectators, like a newly sent love letter, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause, screams and cheers.

Cong Lie still looked at the auditorium immediately after singing.

The center of that sea of ​​stars is still empty.

At that moment, Cong Lie chose to believe that Yunji had already arrived.

From pushing Wangcai to the forefront and quickly ending the variety show turmoil, to clearing away all obstacles for Liao Bingqiao's release today, Cong Lie is afraid that something will happen to Yunji and delay his concert.

He has sung on stage countless times, and has never been so serious once.

There must be too many people, Yunji did not squeeze to the front.

This is also good, he is not in good health, so he doesn't have to come to the front row to get caught in the rain.

Holding this conviction, Cong Lie sang his latest love song.

The melody is peaceful, the lyrics are popular and unobtrusive.

As the prelude sounded, Cong Lie looked around the thousands of shining stars, trying to find the cloud.

"It is the shadow of the street lamp that lingers

It's the rain in the mirror blatantly

The air quietly says goodnight to me

I trace the profile of the memory

I miss you

you who loved me deeply

Stop it, turn it around

time of love

......"

When a drop of rain falls, it is the gap between the two lyrics.

Cong Lie raised his head and saw the temporary ceiling above the giant screen.

More water dripped down, and Cong Lie guessed that the roof was leaking.

A little rain is nothing, as long as the clouds are there.

He continued to sing as if nothing had happened.

"Hello, is this Cong Lie?"

Cong Lie frowned and continued to sing the next line of lyrics.

"This is the Beijing-Hangzhou Branch of the Jingzhou Administration Bureau. At about 09:30 tonight, someone called the police and said that a serious car accident had occurred on the road near Beijing. The driver died on the spot. Do you know a young man named Yunji? ?”

"What do you mean?"

"That's it. If it's convenient for you now, we need you to go to the relevant unit to cooperate with the investigation."

"You said that a driver died on the spot, and you asked me if I knew Yunji. What do you mean?" Cong Lie heard himself ask such a sentence, and felt something in his chest was torn apart soundlessly.

"Stabilize your emotions. We are still investigating the cause of the accident. But this is the situation, and the identity of the dead driver is still being confirmed, so we hope that the family members will cooperate as soon as possible."

The voice on the phone gradually blurred into a hum, "Please bring your ID card, mobile phone or camera and other equipment with camera function, because you may be needed..."

"What kind of car?"

The other party paused for a moment, "According to the regulations, we can't talk about it for the time being."

"What kind of car?" Cong Lie's voice trembled slightly like a piece of celadon that was slowly cracking.

"Judging from the wreckage, it's a recent model Grand Cher."

The phone hangs up.

Cong Lie continued to sing the last song almost instinctively.

Memories flooded into his mind like sea water flowing backwards from all rivers to the west.

He has never worn the earrings gathered on his pillow.

Yunji wanted to listen to "Fur Elise", but he wouldn't play such a simple piece.

Yunji blocked the drink for him, and he couldn't sleep because of stomach pain in the middle of the night, and he watched coldly.

Yunji doesn't like beef and mutton, but wants to eat dumplings, so he insists on taking him to eat steak.

He casually threw the roses that Yunji gave him into the trash can.

Yunji deliberately didn't bring him to the concert he wanted to hear.

Yunji's father passed away, and he didn't even have a word of comfort.

Yun Shu yelled in his mind: "Cong Lie! Do you think you are lucky? Yunji's stomach is so bad! Do you know how much wine he drank to get you out of the snow? !"

"Why can't you marry him! Believe it or not, Cong Lie, I can definitely destroy you!"

……

"You killed my brother! You murderer!"

"I killed you Cong Lie! I'm going to kill you!!!"

He remembered it all.

It turned out to be true.

It turned out that all the absurd things he saw himself doing to Yunji were true.

Except he said he wasn't going to be identified as a dependent.

He went.

At first he didn't understand what the phrase "still confirming identity" on the phone meant.

Until he saw the white cloth list.

No matter how thin an adult man is, he won't have such a thin layer.

What's more, the clouds are also quite high.

The policeman was a bit impatient, "Oh, let's take a formality, it's all like this, let's see what we can see."

Cong Lie almost froze beside the metal table.

Probably moved with a bit of compassion, the policeman sighed, "My condolences, sometimes people's fate is determined by the sky."

Cong Lie said nothing.

The chandelier hanging above the head was slightly shaken by the cold air.

There was an inexplicable smell in the air.

It was hard for Cong Lie to believe that this came from someone who used to smell of milk, soap, and even tobacco and alcohol in shower gel.

"Take a look, according to the rules, you have to take a look." The police officer recognized that he was a celebrity, and his attitude softened a bit, "Don't look at the upper body, you can't see anything. Just take a look at the feet, one side It's a little bit better."

Cong Lie couldn't answer him, and couldn't even blink his eyes.

The police officer lifted a corner of the sheet, revealing a thin ankle.

It was stained with a lot of dust, but it can still be seen that the owner's skin is very white and fine, and he is very young.

Such a beautiful ankle, it seems to be just a little dirty.

Cong Lie subconsciously went to wipe the ashes, but was blocked by the police, "Go back and wait for the notification. I will contact you after the evidence collection is over."

In just a few seconds, Cong Lie on the stage seemed to have experienced a serious illness, and sweat flowed down his back like a waterfall.

The audience was still immersed in great enthusiasm, shouting "Encore! Encore!!" in unison.

Cong Lie touched his earlobe tremblingly, and subconsciously pulled down the earrings, as if he wanted to recover from the pain.

The screams overlapped.

Cong Lie remembered that he had forced that earring into his earlobe.

That was his last concert.

It was also bleeding profusely at the time, but fans thought it was just a temporary look.

Scream is also for his singing.

Cong Lie had never sung so hard.

Until the last line of the lyrics fell, he also seemed like a bird of paradise that could finally land, falling straight down the three-meter-high stage.

On the dying ambulance, Cong Lie heard many voices.

"Cong Lie, can't you go home even after my birthday?"

"Cong Lie, I love you Cong Lie."

"As of today, we are legal partners."

"Will you be nice to me?"

……

"Not all possessions can be called... love."

He was thankful at the time, and he even felt a sense of relief.

He thought: If he still has everything to give, then he just needs to gather and come back.

Blood slowly seeped into his hair from the back of his head, and all memories were lost along with consciousness.

They will soon disappear one by one.

It turned out that he had always regarded his previous life as a dream.

"Not all possessions can be called... love."

It turned out that this was what he said himself.

There was a commotion at the scene, and Cong Lie heard someone shouting his name.

Someone was maintaining order, "All the repertoires for today's concert have been completed, please leave in an orderly manner."

Lots of flashing lights and lots of people shouting.

"Cong Lie, are you okay!!!"

"Teacher Cong—look at me, Teacher Cong—"

"Cong Lie—"

"Cong Lie, I love you!!!"

"Cong Lie!! What is the name of today's concert!!!"

Cong Lie just glanced in the direction of the question, and was led back to the backstage by the joint efforts of two strong field agents.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Liang Chao turned pale with fright, and frantically wiped the blood from his ears.

"Cloudy." Cong Lie blinked and said such a word without beginning and end.

But no one realizes.

"What..." Liang Chao greeted the medical staff, "My God, deal with it quickly, this is almost a gap!"

When the medical staff was treating the wound, Cong Lie calmly looked straight ahead as if he didn't feel any pain.

Liang Chao tried to ask him several times, but he didn't respond.

All kinds of calls came in like a bomb. Liang Chao asked Cong Lie while answering, "Brother, if you are sick, can we go to the hospital now? Don't scare me, Mr. Yun..."

Hearing this name, Cong Lie's eyes moved slightly.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Is he still there?"

"Mr. Yun?" Liang Chao couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that he had reacted, "His phone was turned on. He and Liao Bingqiao were having a barbecue outside. He said he didn't want to disturb you, so he didn't come over."

Liang Chao felt guilty when he said this.

He is purely false.

Yunji only said that he would celebrate the big sale of the new album with Hanhai today, so he didn't have time to come over.

But Liang Chao saw Cong Lie's distraught look, and he knew at a glance that he had been looking forward to it all night.

He couldn't bear it.

"Where is he?" Cong Lie's hair was a little wet with water, sticking out in bunches.

"He didn't say, should I call again?" Liang Chao asked tentatively.

Cong Lie shook his head, still looking calm, "Is there anything else going on today?"

Liang Chaoxin said: There can't be any more things. Now the accident of Cong Lie's blood spilled at the concert has probably taken Liao Bingqiao's top search list. The whole world is calling him to ask what's wrong with Cong Lie.

But he looked at Cong Lie's bloodless face, and he didn't dare to say a word that worried him, "Brother, if you don't need to go to the hospital, I'll send you home to rest, it just happens to be in the two days Take it easy, you can adjust it, and you don't have to worry about other things."

Cong Lie lowered his eyes, and calmly explained to him, "The ear is said to be accidentally attached."

Liang Chao knew that he was talking about the accident at the concert just now, so he was a little surprised.

God knows that Cong Lie never worried about these trivial things, even if he stabbed the basket himself, he is a real man who never looks back at the explosion.

Sometimes Liang Chao even felt that he was like the classic villain in TV dramas, the sky is falling and he doesn't even blink, so mad that people dare not speak out and dare not beat him up.

Liang Chao felt that a certain temperament in Cong Lie had changed, but he couldn't tell.

Before Cong Lie left, he told him again, "Don't be disturbed...Yunji."

He was a little unsure if he saw Cong Lie's tears.

--

open the door.

Cong Lie didn't turn on the light.

He is afraid to see the withered rose.

It was quiet in the small room, but there was a faint smell of gatherings in the air.

There was a little movement at his feet, it was Zha Xiaoli touching his calf.

A sharp tingling pain came from the internal organs, as if a pot of boiling oil was boiling in Cong Lie's body.

He bowed in pain and buried his face in his hands.

Cong Lie finally knew the pain.

He also finally understood why Yunji alienated him and ignored him.

Yunji had devoted so much time, money, energy, and countless loves to him.

But he wanted to ruin Yunji's sincerity just because of that worthless arrogance and unfounded prejudice.

In his previous life, he lived alone, denying it all the time, suffering quietly.

He came back to life, forgetting, misunderstanding, and blaming.

But what qualifications does he have.

The door lock rang and the lights came on.

Yunji held a bamboo stick wrapped in tinfoil in his hand, "Are you there? Why don't you turn on the light?"

His tone of voice was a little slow, with a slight rise in the end.

Cong Lie got up from the sofa, tried his best to keep his composure, and reached out to take what was in his hand, "Have you been drinking?"

His fingers rubbed against Yunji's wrist, it was warm.

"A little bit." Yunji didn't care, and without explaining, he took off his coat and walked towards the bathroom.

"Don't take a bath after drinking." Cong Lie held his elbow and slowly led him to the sofa.

It was only today that Yunji found out that drinking capacity would degenerate.

He had hardly touched a drop of alcohol since his rebirth.

It was really happy that there were more people tonight, mainly because he wanted to drink himself.

In the end, it was only two bottles of pure raw, and he felt the root of his tongue was hard.

Young people can really gossip. After drinking and eating, they can sing and play cards.

Yunji was held up by them, and he sang countless outrageous songs, and lost a lot at the poker table.

But today he is feeling empty and happy, he doesn't worry about anything, and he is also happy and tired when he is tired.

He was drunk, and for the first time felt that there was nothing wrong with being a dandy, wouldn't one just have fun for the rest of his life?

"You rest, I'll get a basin of water." Cong Lie lowered his head, turned and left.

Yunji squinted and leaned on the sofa, too tired to move.

After a while, Cong Lie came back with water, "Did you have fun?"

Yunji thought that he was going to blame him for the concert, so he smiled and said, "Of course I'm happy, this kid Liao Bingqiao has a bright future."

"Yeah." Cong Lie lowered his head and agreed, but didn't continue to ask, "Just be happy."

As soon as he touched the sofa, Yunji couldn't keep his eyes open.

When he found that Cong Lie was taking off his socks, he opened his eyes and kicked him, "What are you doing? Don't touch me."

Before Cong Lie could answer, Yunji worked hard to focus and saw that there was really blood on Cong Lie's ears.

He frowned slowly, "What's the matter with your ears?"

Originally Yunji didn't ask, but Cong Lie forgot about his ears.

But such a casual sentence, like a piercing spell, almost made Cong Lie's tears fall from pain.

"It's okay." Cong Lie replied in a very soft voice, "You can take a rest."

Cong Lie said it was okay, so it must be okay.

Yunji didn't want to worry about him any more, so he leaned back on the back of the sofa and squinted after a while.

As if holding the most fragile treasure in the world, Cong Lie held Yunji's ankle.

He touched the temperature of the water, and gently put Yunji's feet into the basin.

Toes, arches, ankles, Cong Lie rubbed those white and thin feet very carefully.

Before Yunji injured his knee, he helped Yunji take a bath.

That time at the Nanshi Hotel, he also carried the unconscious Yunji to clean it up.

He is very familiar with Yunji's whole body, and he knows that Yunji is extremely beautiful everywhere, and he is completely loved by creation.

But holding those two plump and warm ankles in his hands, Cong Lie felt like a living snake with reversing scales was constantly swimming in his heart, tearing off a piece of flesh and blood from his heart and liver every inch he moved.

Cong Lie never knew that the human heart can be so painful.

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感谢在2022-06-2610:22:15~2022-06-2814:11:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Abyss, A_Qing 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Long Shuxiu, Sui Sui, Jiang Ting's baby, diu1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：48277933、辻铭20瓶；RogerStandby10瓶；克罗地亚狂想曲7瓶；与君书6瓶；快滚去学习、Icecream5瓶；临垣3瓶；洛雨啊、angel、玖、柳橙乌龙2瓶；冬虫夏草不是草、Soft勇敢飞爸爸永相随、龙咻咻、風祅1瓶；

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