The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

The wine sobered up in an instant.

Cong Lie's hands slowly clenched into fists, and slipped stiffly from Yunji's back.

"When did it happen?" Yunji asked him casually, as if he was just asking about an extremely trivial matter.

"I always remembered some fragments before, but I don't know the reason." Cong Lie slowly stood up straight, "At the concert, I suddenly remembered..."

He didn't say that he also died at a concert in his previous life.

"Would it be a little uncomfortable?" Yunji still said calmly, turned around and walked into the bedroom.

He didn't close the door.

There was not much emotion in Yunji's voice, but Cong Lie felt a greater panic in his heart.

It's like a scab on my heart, but it's only a thin layer, and it's about to be torn apart.

He couldn't help covering it, "Yunji, I didn't want to hide from you, I just didn't want you to misunderstand."

"What's the misunderstanding?" Yunji sat down on the bed and looked up at him, "I misunderstood that your so-called 'caring' is actually guilt, or did you misunderstand that your 'persistence' is just to make yourself feel at ease?"

He lowered his head and smiled, "Before I thought you didn't know anything, and there were many things I couldn't explain to you."

"But now, Cong Lie, I don't think there is anything between us that I need to explain to you."

"No, Yunji, it's not because of guilt." Cong Lie couldn't argue, "Before I..."

"A murderer, who kills with heart and soul, wants to ask a dead man for forgiveness before he is arrested. Is it because he loves this dead man?" Yunji interrupted him with a gentle and calm voice, "or is it because of his conscience? His cross is too heavy for him to breathe?"

"But why do I have to forgive you." Yunji's eyes were slightly red, but his expression was not sad at all, "I don't forgive you."

Yunji's words poured over Cong Lie's heart like ice water, but he didn't dare to refute a word.

He whispered: "Yunji, I admit that I did something wrong before, and now I know what I should do. Now that the time has come again, I will definitely be able to do well..."

"Are you doing it again?" Yunji lowered his head, revealing his pale and fragile nape.

He has really lost a lot of weight recently, and the spines that were originally looming have now surfaced a lot.

Cong Lie was stunned by his question, and knelt in front of him on one knee, speaking faster, "I originally gave you the concert, and its name was 'Cloudy'. At that time, I didn't think of the past but I really gave it to you. I was going to say its name at the end of the concert, but I won't mention you because..."

His voice was a little lower, "Because I want to wait until you change your mind."

"I changed my mind? Then do you remember who you gave it to in your previous life? Did that Mr. C know that you gave the concert to someone else?" Yunji's voice was calm, but his cold fingers were trembling slightly.

Cong Lie gently rubbed his fingers, trying to warm his hands.

"But," he struggled to say every word, "I never liked C, I just respect him. And I gave you the concert because..."

He lowered his head, his voice was as low as confessing before God, "Have you ever sponsored the students of No. [-] Middle School, in the name of C?"

Yunji didn't answer, and the air was almost frozen in silence.

After a while, he laughed again, "So it's that C, it's pretty good."

Cong Lie pressed his forehead against his knee, "I send you so many emails, why don't you read them?"

He felt tears running down the bridge of his nose, so he didn't dare look up.

"If you had known that I was C earlier, would you have given me a little more respect and looked at me straight in the eye?" Yunji said in a calm but clear voice.

He smiled and shook his head.

"No." Cong Lie denied, "At least I won't misunderstand you like that..."

"You are arrogant, you misunderstand me, and you are prejudiced against me, is it my fault?" Yunji asked him again, his breathing becoming short of breath.

Cong Lie held his hand, "It's my fault, I don't deserve to be loved, don't be angry."

Considering Yunji's body, he didn't dare to explain any more.

"It's all in the past." Yunji pulled his hand away, "Since I don't know how to love and you don't know how to be loved, then we are not suitable. Besides, you know everything like me now, sure. You can also understand that it is best for us not to communicate in the future, right?"

"No, Yunji, no," Cong Lie went to hold his hand again, "I know I did something wrong, I shouldn't lose sight of myself, we missed it before because of me, but now... can we try again?"

He looked into Yunji's eyes, "I knew I loved you before I knew these things, Yunji, can you..."

"But because I love you, I died, Cong Lie." After Yunji said this gently, the whole room fell into silence again.

Cong Lie even stopped breathing.

"I've done everything for you. I've done 'love you' to the end." Yunji shook his head lightly, "Before today, I've actually told you over and over again. I've said it many times, Cong Lie, we're done."

"The previous few times I said it more politely, because I thought you were just the current 'you'." He looked down at Cong Lie, "but now you are still an 'old friend'."

"No, no, no, no," Cong Lie looked at Yunji under the faint light, trying to hide the choking in his voice, "I can change everything, I can change everything."

"It's not a question of whether you change it or not," Yunji said in a low voice, "No matter who the concert is for, or whether you have loved me in this life or the previous life, I can't love you again."

His lowered eyes were without warmth, "I can't tell what love is, you know, Cong Lie."

"I don't know," Cong Lie shook his head, trying to deny, "I don't..."

"I used to love you, and I was so lonely that I spared no effort. I know that I did a very bad job." Yunji sighed softly, "First of all, it hurt you, because I forced you to take in the love you didn't want ; and secondly it hurts me because it's such a failure. Whenever I think of you, I think of my failure."

Hearing him say this, Cong Lie's despair was not only because of the content of his words, but also because of the subtle decadence mixed with calm when he spoke.

Cong Lie couldn't help it, he kept trying to hold his hand, but found that he was so trembling that he could hardly hold it.

His heart hurts too much.

The person in front of me once gave everything for love, and what did I give him in return?

It was Cong Lie who dug out Yunji's affectionate and smiling eyes into a pair of beautiful hollows, yet he argued in that dim yurt that he was not guilty of such a crime?

"Cong Lie, in fact, at the end of my last life, the question I wanted to ask you the most," Yunji looked away, and looked at the dark light beside the bed indifferently, "Actually, I didn't blame or question you, I just wanted to ask you……"

He looked back at Cong Lie again, "Am I that bad?"

"Forcing others to love me is because I am overconfident, and it is my fault. I admit it and repent." Yunji's voice became softer, "But am I really so useless to you that you Are you willing to drive me away in order to perfunctory me, and would rather marry me to satisfy my shallow possessive desire, and passively wait for my abandonment?"

Like a good student who is diligent and inquisitive, he lowered his head humbly and sincerely asked a question that has troubled him for a long time, "Are you happy when you wait?"

He asked too seriously, and the tears in the corners of his eyes seemed to just slip down inadvertently when he was too focused.

"Don't cry," Cong Lie raised his hand to wipe his tears, "Don't feel bad, it's all my fault, don't feel bad."

His heart was so distressed that it seemed to be split into two, making his breath intermittent, "You have nothing wrong with me, it's because I'm immature and childish, it's because I took it for granted. I did everything wrong, don't be angry and don't feel bad. "

He gave Yunji a hand on his chest helplessly, "Why don't we talk about it tomorrow, you rest first, okay?"

"It's okay, let's finish talking." Yunji pushed his hand away, his voice was very soft, "I didn't expect this to be the case, so I still maintain a working relationship with you. Because I want to avoid as much as possible because of My personal reasons affect the lives of others in this life."

Cong Lie's movements froze, as if the criminal had finally given up struggling before the execution.

"I will discuss with Fu Qing about the complete termination of the contract with you tomorrow." Yunji said succinctly: "Now your personal development is very good, in fact, you don't need to rely on any existing company or studio, you can completely Form a team to take care of the business. In this regard, I will find someone to hand over to you, and before your independent team is fully formed, they will assist you in reducing the burden of the transition phase."

Cong Lie looked at him, watching him cut off the last connection between them without hesitation.

"You can mention liquidated damages as you please, and I will bear them all by myself." Yunji's eyes were completely dry, and his tone of voice became calmer and more peaceful.

It seemed that his brief sadness before was just Cong Lie's illusion.

But his hands were still so cold.

Cong Lie didn't dare to say "no" any more.

He braced himself to straighten his back, and answered Yunji's words: "There is no liquidated damages, and I voluntarily terminated the contract. You did not violate any terms of the contract."

"I'll move out before noon tomorrow." Yunji finally said, his voice was so low that he seemed to be sighing, "You go out."

Cong Lie still knelt on one knee without moving.

His mind was too cluttered.

He wanted to fish out a thought that could keep Yunji even for a second from those flashes, but his alcohol-soaked thoughts only reflected a thin residual thought: Yunji will live elsewhere in the future, can a person live well? good.

Yunji followed his gaze and found that he was looking at his wrist.

There was still a bracelet that he carried with him on it.

He hasn't had time to change the habits of his previous life.

But thinking about it, it seems that keeping it doesn't make much sense anymore.

"In my previous life, I gave you a lot of things and you didn't want them. In this life, we never gave you anything again." He took off the bracelet and put it in Cong Lie's hands. "In this life, you have taken care of me a lot, and even saved me two Time. Since you said you don’t want liquidated damages, let’s keep this as a souvenir. I hope you will be healthy and smooth in the future, and have a bright future.”

He added, "If you don't like these things, you can change them anywhere, and there is always pocket money."

The emerald bead was in Cong Lie's hand, bringing a thin layer of temperature, which dissipated after a while.

He held the bead and couldn't move it at all.

It seemed as if at the slightest movement of his fingers his heart would tear apart along those painful rifts and fall to the ground and shatter.

If Yunji humiliated him severely, Cong Lie might feel better.

But Yunji still kept that kind of gentleness, and he didn't even say a serious word, but just rejected him clearly and straightforwardly.

He said "no" to all of Cong Lie's requests.

He said "no", "don't", "don't", "can't", "shouldn't" and "don't meet".

It was as if Yunji had to give back to him all the "no" Cong Lie had said to him in his previous life.

Early the next morning, the moving company came.

The gathering is done half an hour before the arrival of the people.

He seemed to be in good spirits, but his complexion was extremely bad, and his cheeks, which were originally lifeless, had almost turned into a sickly whiteness.

He didn't touch the breakfast that Cong Lie made for him, but just dragged out the boxes from the room one by one.

Cong Lie stood by and reached out to help him.

"No need." Yunji pushed his hand away, "You are busy with your work."

"I'm not busy, I'll move it for you." Cong Lie also stayed up all night, his voice a little hoarse.

But Yunji insisted on not letting go.

The door of the house was open, and the eldest brother who helped move took away the gathered boxes one by one.

"Everything I want to move is labeled," Yunji pointed to a label as an example, "The other things are left by the landlord, so don't move them."

Cong Lie and Zha Xiaoli stood side by side.

When Zha Xiaoli saw someone take its kennel, he bared his teeth angrily, let out a low "woo woo" sound, and made a gesture to jump on the big brother.

Cong Lie bent down to pick up Zha Xiaoli, one person and one dog watched the moving brother take away the big cabinets containing his toys and snacks.

Zha Xiaoli barked unhappily, and his voice echoed throughout the corridor.

Yunji ignored the two of them, and said to the moving brother: "The things left in that bedroom are also mine, please help me take them to the garbage station and throw them away."

The eldest brother looked into the bedroom, "Isn't that bed still new? Don't want it?"

"Well, please don't leave anything inside, I'll pay you extra for this part." Yunji pointed to a carton of pots and pans on the dining table, "I brought these myself, and I'll throw away all the trouble."

The eldest brother scratched his head, "This thing is still good...it's a pity to throw it away, why don't you give it to me."

Yunji just didn't want to keep these things here, and he didn't want to see them again.

He nodded, "Then you can see which ones can be used, and keep them for yourself."

The moving brother was very happy, and moved with extra effort, and cleared out all the boxes, beds, and wardrobes from the house in a short while.

Cong Lie stood by the door, watched the room getting more and more empty, and kept pursing his dry lips.

His palms were sweating a lot, so he could only hold onto Zha Xiaoli, who was gradually getting depressed.

"Give it to me." Yunji opened the pet bag on the table and reached out to Cong Lie.

Cong Lie didn't move.

Zha Xiaoli actually made a "meow" sound like a kitten, which sounded very aggrieved.

Yunji comforted it with a good temper, "No one robbed you of anything, and I will return it to you when you move to a new house."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to hug the little chubby dog ​​from Cong Lie's hand, and put it in the pet bag.

Zha Xiaoli obviously wasn't used to the bag, and was about to jump to the ground.

"I'll send it down." Cong Lie picked up the little chubby dog ​​again.

"No need." Yunji shook his head, holding the howling Zha Xiaoli in one hand, and the empty pet bag in the other, and walked towards the door without looking back.

There is a "click" sound when the door locks.

Cong Lie was the only one left in the room.

The room was quiet.

In the living room near the window, there are Cong Lie's equipment all along the wall.

The sofa, coffee table and TV cabinet are all in their original positions.

There are some things missing in the kitchen, but the things Cong Lie added are still intact, complete and tidy.

The two bathrooms were originally separate, so there was no change in Cong Lie's bathroom.

The moving company's hands and feet are very neat, and there is almost no dust or garbage left.

Cong Lie turned around the room again, and suddenly saw that he seemed to be the only person living in the room.

A bed, a set of toiletries, and tableware for one person.

Yunji didn't even leave a cup of water from which he drank.

But there are some clues that stubbornly refuse to let Cong Lie go.

Some sawdust was gnawed on the sofa legs, and it looked like a "good thing" done by Zha Xiaoli.

There was a list of what medicine Yunji should take every day posted on the refrigerator. Cong Lie was worried that he had forgotten, so he copied an extra copy besides the time reminder on his mobile phone.

There is a gray-black scorched mark on the armrest of the chair on the balcony, which was left by Yunji when he was smoking and thinking on the balcony.

There are only an odd number of sets of bowls left in the kitchen, and it is also because Yunji accidentally broke one of them when he fell ill.

And that door.

It's closed now.

But Cong Lie knew very well that the back of it was empty.

Afterwards, he dreamed back at midnight, and there was no way to go to that door to confirm that the people inside were still there.

Cong Lie had never felt that this small apartment was so empty.

In the house with three bedrooms and two living rooms, the only thing he could feel was the string of emeralds in his pocket.

He spread the undamaged bracelet in his palm and looked at it for a long time.

Yunji didn't even say "goodbye" to him.

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The author has something to say:

There are major changes in the plot of the last chapter, please read it earlier last night (about 7:1 p.m. on July 10st) and read it again (bow