The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Yunji was very happy to be able to talk about Cao Zhen, because Cao Zhen was only limited by some groups, but his own brilliance was hard to conceal.

If used properly in the future, Cao Zhen's talent will be a very considerable resource.

When Yunji opened the door of his house, Zha Xiaoli ran over happily, shyly dropped a toy ball at his feet.

"Baby, do you want to go out to play?" Yunji squatted down and scratched the little chubby dog's head, it immediately showed its belly, and breathed happily at Yunji.

Cong Lie came over to take his coat, followed him with his eyes, "Are you tired? Why did you come back so late? Are you hungry?"

Yunji was in a good mood, scratching Zha Xiaoli while looking up at Cong Lie, "Cao Zhen said that she has discussed with you first, and is going to be on the live show. Today, I discussed this matter with her, and there should be someone in charge to contact you at that time." you."

He thought for a while, and continued to advise: "On the live broadcast, you just need to stabilize the character design. You don't need to cater to the host, and don't answer the questions you don't like to answer. If you have any questions, you can search some live broadcasts. Do your homework with experience stickers."

In the past, he broke apart and taught Cong Lie this kind of thing, but now that he thinks about it, he might not have such a need at all.

When Cong Lie was doing the live broadcast, Erlang raised his legs and was silent from the beginning to the end. Fans could make up the whole hot ring man setting for him, without the need for him to come down to earth.

After Yunji roughly reminded him, he felt that he had fulfilled his duty.

He knew Cong Lie well, waiting for him to refute his perfunctory.

But Cong Lie just helped him up from the ground, "Okay, I will do my homework by myself. You eat first."

Yunji glanced at the dining table.

Many of his favorite dishes filled a large table.

Cong Lie has been like this for the past two days, so fast that it seems to be a full banquet.

It's as if his concert is over and he has a little vacation, so he puts all his efforts in the kitchen.

Yunji ate some with Cao Zhen outside, but he didn't eat much. He really wanted to go home and make up for it.

He was about to sit down at the table when he suddenly noticed the bouquet by the table.

Such a big bouquet of white roses, so delicate and charming.

"I saw some for sale on the road, so I bought a handful. Where do you think it would be better to put them?" Cong Lie walked behind him and arranged the chairs for him.

The bunch of flowers looked like about a hundred flowers, each petal of each flower was dotted with crescent-shaped silver powder on the edge, and the whole bunch was wrapped in delicate silver Sydney paper, tied with beautiful ribbons.

Like a galaxy of stars flowing.

Yunji has heard that this kind of rose is a handmade product that needs to be customized in advance, and this kind of appearance is not something that can be bought casually on the roadside.

Yunji loves roses.

In his previous life, he might really be happy.

But looking at the bouquet of flowers now, he just felt that the table full of food was boring.

Seeing him push the chair away again, Cong Lie put the rice that he was going to hand to him on the table, and followed him as if being led by a rope, "Is there nothing you like? Have a bad appetite?"

Yunji moved his shoulders a little, in consideration of Cong Lie's face, "I ate with Cao Zhen at night, I'm not very hungry, you can eat by yourself."

Cong Lie stood in the dining room, watching Yunji go back to his room to take a shower.

Zha Xiaoli was still looking for him to play with the ball in his mouth, his eyes sparkling.

Cong Lie turned his head to look at the steaming dishes on the table, and his eyes fell on the bouquet of roses.

He lowered his head, wrapped up the dishes one by one, and took away the flowers.

Yunji didn't come out of the room before going to bed.

Through the door, Cong Lie could hear him having a conference call with someone.

"Yes, as I told you before, you can say less on this occasion but don't make mistakes..."

"...Yes, there will be a basic script, but the host will probably dig some holes for you to gain popularity. Cao Zhen will greet the host, but it is not certain whether they will listen. If there is If you don’t want to answer the question, answer the question with the question.”

"Hmm, you don't have to answer any questions that involve privacy."

"If you don't know what to say, just praise other people. You can praise Conglie and Cao Zhen."

"Is it a horse riding accident in the show? Don't answer, this matter has nothing to do with you, and I will deal with this kind of problem when the time comes."

Yunji's voice was very patient, Cong Lie could imagine his gentle manner when speaking through the door.

To be precise, Yunji had more patience and tenderness towards him.

In the past, Yunji always liked to talk while holding a cigarette.

He doesn't smoke when he speaks, he just clamps his two fingers loosely, and taps forward rhythmically with the ups and downs of his speech.

When he was listening, he would slowly take a puff of the cigarette, lower his head and exhale it unhurriedly from between his lips.

Then he would look at Cong Lie, his eyes slightly bent, and he would say some witty words to him with a smile.

What did Cong Lie do at that time?He turned his face slightly, "I don't want to smoke second-hand smoke."

He still remembered Yunji's surprised and embarrassed expression at that time.

The thin, red lips were slightly parted, and a few wisps of smoke escaped from between the lips as he breathed.

He waved his hand in front of him a little bit, bit his lower lip and pressed out the cigarette, "Sorry, I'm used to thinking about things."

It was also summer at that time, he was very close to Cong Lie, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were eager.

Cong Lie used to think that kind of inadvertent coquettishness would only appear on girls, and he was also annoyed by his momentary absence.

too shallow.

Because he once regarded Yunji's extreme beauty as a kind of dandyism, the elegance and luxury of capital piled up by money.

He deliberately doesn't like the smell of tobacco mixed with light alcohol on Yunji's body, although sometimes he clearly thinks it smells good, but he doesn't want to admit it.

In his previous life, he took Yunji's tenderness for granted too much, always thinking that Yunji would deliberately display this deadly tenderness to anyone who wanted to be captured.

If Yunji used to be very gentle towards Cong Lie, then Liao Bingqiao is probably only half of it now.

As for Cong Lie standing outside the door, just hearing his name appear on Yunji's mouth once, he would feel a kind of nostalgia with pain in his heart.

Yunji was still teaching Liao Bingqiao how to speak, and they probably also asked him some questions, and the talk didn't end for half an hour.

Cong Lie was sitting at the gate of Yunji, throwing the ball back and forth with Zha Xiaoli.

He throws the ball.

Zha Xiaoli ran over to chase the ball, and then sent the ball back, never tired of it.

Faintly, Cong Lie smelled a very faint smell of tobacco in the air.

He got up immediately and knocked on the door of Yunji.

Yunji probably wore earphones, but did not respond.

Cong Lie knocked hard twice, Yunji explained something to the phone, came over and opened the door, "What's the matter?"

Although the window was open, there was still a strong smell of cigarettes in the room, and there were two fresh cigarette butts in the ashtray by the bed.

There was a faint look of tiredness on Yunji's face.

Cong Lie looked down at him, "Are you smoking again?"

"I'm working, and I smoke in my room, does it affect you?" Yun Ji frowned slightly, his tone not polite.

Cong Lie wanted to explain, "I didn't think you influenced me, but..."

"That's fine, as long as it doesn't affect you." Yunji was about to close the door coldly, but was blocked by Cong Lie's hand.

His eyes slanted upward slightly, and he burned Cong Lie's hand from the door.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Yunji still had a good demeanor, but there was already a bit of impatience in his tone.

"I want to tell you to stop smoking." Cong Lie changed from his previous strength and advised him softly, "You are still taking medicine, so you can't smoke."

Yunji didn't answer his words, and pursed his lips a little, "Oh, there's one more thing, I forgot about it before, and now I remember it."

Cong Lie waited for him to speak, his eyes fell on his white and thin wrists.

He took off his watch, only the string of emeralds still hung on his left hand, shaking slightly as he spoke.

"I'm planning to move to another place after the show is recorded this time. I've already found a house." Yunji blocked Zha Xiaoli who rushed into his bedroom with his feet, "I have already notified the landlord to cancel the lease. If you still If you want to continue living here, you can contact her directly."

In fact, he just greeted Cong Lie out of politeness.

Cong Lie has more than one villa. Even if he doesn't move out, he won't live in this ordinary apartment all the time.

Cong Lie was silent for a few seconds, and he spoke peacefully, "Why did you move away? Is it because I'm here to hinder you?"

Yunji smiled, "That's not the case, it's just that I want to live closer to the company."

Cong Lie originally wanted to ask him what he would do with his meals and if there was anyone living with him, but when he heard his sentence "I won't", his heart suddenly froze and he couldn't speak for a long time.

He has many ways to stop Yunji from leaving, but he can't say anything.

For some reason, he would rather Yunji hate him a little at this moment.

Those eyes were as beautiful as he remembered.

But maybe the light was too dim, or maybe Cong Lie was too tall.

He could not find himself, nor the light, in those eyes.

When the door closed, Zha Xiaoli let out a dissatisfied "owwow" and sat down on Cong Lie's feet.

Cong Lie returned to the sofa, and could vaguely hear a little noise in Yunji's room.

Having lived with Yunji for a while, he is already very familiar with his bedtime habits.

If Yunji was already very tired when he got home, he would just take a shower, lean on the bed to deal with company affairs for a while, and go to bed early.

Some time ago, he was under a lot of stress, and his stomach was especially bad. When he fell asleep at night, he would unconsciously press his stomach and groan.

Cong Lie covered him with a hot water bottle, and he could sleep a little more comfortably.

Hanhai's momentum has improved recently, Yunji is busy, and the mood at night is always good.

In addition, his diet is more regular than before, so he seldom feels uncomfortable at night.

Through the door, Cong Lie knew that he had probably finished hydrating and was picking out a book to read before going to bed.

Yunji actually likes reading novels.

In the villa where they lived together, besides playing with the garden, what Yunji liked most was the circular study above the spiral staircase.

It was filled with all kinds of out-of-print novels.

Once Cong Lie found him upstairs, and Yunji curled up in the hanging chair and fell asleep, holding the "Letter from the Abyss" by Oscar Wilde in his arms.

Signed unique copy, bound in sheepskin.

Yunji seemed to be sleeping very lightly, and Cong Lie just walked up the spiral staircase when he looked up, "Cong Lie."

The orange sunset that day was very good, shining on the light red marks on his face pressed by the rattan hanging chair, just thinking about it made Cong Lie's heart ache.

He reached out to touch the warm-looking face, but caught a small cold bag in his hand.

It was a transparent ziplock bag that looked as if it had been rubbed many times, with many wrinkles in the plastic.

There are seven or eight emerald beads inside.

Those beads are in excellent condition, but it seems that they have been bumped a lot, some places have cracks, and some places have been burnt out with some black smoke.

Cong Lie knew each other.

They were once jade bracelets worn on Yunji's hands.

"Do you like it?" Yun Shu smiled at him, tears streaming from those eyes that looked exactly like Yunji.

"I want to kill you with my own hands." He pressed it close to Cong Lie's ear, gnashing his teeth, "But I think that's too kind to you."

"Do you think you're very sensible and noble, Cong Lie?" Yun Shu left his ear and smiled again, "Yunji is very stupid and vulgar, right? Do you know what he's asking for with the string of beads he's wearing?"

He asked and answered himself, laughing with tears all over his face, "I hope you are safe and healthy."

"Because he is working hard and wants to live longer, to be with you longer."

"Yunji doesn't believe in Buddhism, but he believes that he can live longer! Please be with you for a long time." He slapped the table heavily, "Is he mentally ill!!"

Cong Lie felt that the air was very thin, as if all the oxygen had left him with Yunji.

Yun Shu laughed again and clapped his hands, "You keep it, you keep it! Yunji is looking for health! I am looking for peace!"

"Cong Lie, is he the one you should hate? Is it wrong for him to help you get rid of the snow? Is it wrong for him to love you so humblely into the dust?" Yun Shu looked at him, "What do you think now? Cong Lie Lie, Yunji is dead, are you relaxed? Belly free? Belly happy? The person who loves you far more than himself is dead!"

Cong Lie opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the familiar ceiling in the living room.

The air conditioner in the room didn't seem to be turned on enough, making him drenched all over.

Cong Lie covered his face and touched his empty wrist.

When I got those beads, Cong Lie strung them up and found that many beads seemed to be missing.

Even with such a thin wrist as Yunji, he would not wear such a short bracelet.

Too many beads are missing, and it looks like a cramped joke on Cong Lie's wrist.

But he still wears it day and night, and doesn't take it off when he takes a shower.

Cong Lie is very stubborn and always wanders on that section of the highway.

In fact, he didn't know the exact location of Yunji's accident at all, but he looked at the fallen trees as if they were crushed by a car rolling down, and he felt that some charred stones were burned by fire.

During the day, he normally records songs, composes, runs announcements, and even personally takes over everything that Yunji has done for him.

One lives two lives.

At night, he searched around the high-speed green belt like a ghost hitting a wall, walking alone on those hillsides in the dark.

It seemed that the dead people gathered together, but in the end Cong Lie became a lonely ghost.

The things in his mind are simple.

He wanted to find all those beads.

But until he himself died, Cong Lie didn't even find a new one.

He just couldn't find it.

Cong Lie stood at the door of Yunji's bedroom.

He especially wanted to push the door open to make sure that the people inside were still there.

Even if it's just a back view, let him understand that the previous life was a nightmare.

But he finally backed away from the door.

Cong Lie turned on the light.

Cha Xiaoli, who was on all fours, was grinding his teeth in his dream.

There is still a small amount of water left in the cup that Yunji drank at night.

His coat was hung on the hanger in the entrance hall, and the inside of the sleeves at the crook of his arms had a thin layer of pleats.

The Cherokee's car keys were thrown into the trash bowl by the door, leaving a layer of dust.

Cong Lie covered his face, as if he wanted to cover the overflowing hot pain back into his body.

Every night after the concert, he was repeatedly washed away by memories, as if even his breath turned into a knife, trying to cut his heart and liver to pieces.

And the voice and face of Yunji are like medicine.

No matter how cold or distant he was when he spoke to him, Cong Lie's pain was healed after all.

But this curative effect was very short-lived, as if it was just for the convenience of the slaughter at night.

Cong Lie's heart and liver recovered completely during the day, but fortunately, he was full of energy at night to usher in a new round of bloody flesh.

Cong Lie felt numb to Yun Shu's words of reprimanding him, but one sentence was unforgettable.

Death is a kindness.

The knife is the tulip that Yunji planted for him.

The knife is the broken jade left by Yunji.

Knife is the never-ending Für Elise.

Dao is the phrase "Will you treat me well" that Yunji asked.

The knife is what he himself said "possession is not love".

It turns out that living is a thousand cuts.