The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

In fact, Yunji felt it when the gun went off.

After all, the feeling of life passing by in a flash is very familiar to him.

The first thought in his mind was to make sure Yun Shu was safe.

The second thought turned out to be very easy.

Of course he didn't want to die.

He just thought he could take a break.

For the time being, I don’t need to try my best to keep myself busy to avoid entanglement with what I want to pursue after being reborn and alive.

The sense of emptiness and blindness was reduced to the lowest level at that moment.

It was like having a long, long dream.

He remembered many things from his childhood.

Yun Shichu always told him that "people must have a goal in life".

Yunji has always had a goal.

His goal was once simply to be the best.

And it never seemed too difficult for him.

He seems to be able to get all kinds of No.1 easily.

Just like Yu Suiqing said.

He seemed to be born with everything.

But in fact, it's a little unfair to say so.

Yu Suiqing just practiced facial expressions in front of the mirror for two consecutive weeks, and felt that she was very hard.

And what about his gathering?

In order to speak fluent French at the social gathering two months later, junior high school students Yunji can learn from the most basic pronunciation until the mouth bleeds.

In order to be admitted to the most ideal major of the best university that Yun Shichu chose for him, high school student Yunji had to burn the lights all night while being tortured by Vanity Fair.

Even for the sake of simple and good handwriting, Yunji can be said to have practiced Wang Qingchi from childhood to adulthood.

It's the smallest thing.

Many things are only superficially easy.

But in order not to make the effort feel so painful, he kept numbing himself that everything was easy.

Excellence is what it should be.

Not only did Yun Shichu tell him so, but he himself told himself so.

How much is wrong.

And in the case of Cong Lie, he also made this mistake.

In the previous life, or in the previous life, no matter how much he has paid, Yunji can still say to himself, "Where is this?"

Yunji seems to have missed the most important lessons when it comes to "giving up", which everyone knows.

After being reborn, he actually understood a little bit.

But it's just some, for example, the result of hard work is not necessarily good.

But he still has a lot to comprehend.

The simplest example is how to resolve the impact of death.

It is undoubtedly a big failure to use death as the end of loving and pursuing someone.

Yunji just found the source of failure, but he didn't know how to untangle himself.

Because after every great effort, he is always very lucky and very unfortunate to be able to succeed.

Only this time is an exception.

Lying in that nothingness, he reflected on himself.

The fact that the pursuit of Cong Lie failed was not enough to deal a devastating blow to him, but death could.

Yunji likes to read novels, besides classics, he also reads popular ones occasionally.

The protagonist in the novel is often a full-level boss who returns to Xinshou Village after being reborn, and is invincible with all his clothes.

He seems to be able to do some of that too.

He can do well without relying on the Yun family and Cong Lie, and he also knows that he will do better and better.

But why not write the protagonist's mental journey in the novel?

Yunji didn't know how the protagonist in the novel solved himself.

But his heart seemed to be put together again after being broken, it looked intact, but there were some very small and insignificant cracks.

Happiness and a sense of accomplishment poured in, and it seemed fulfilling and satisfying in a short period of time.

But what is difficult to detect, those good and bad emotions will leak out quietly without distinction, leaving only the seemingly intact empty shell of perfection.

A story is a story.

How can a story tell such a painful thing to the reader?

Stories sell joy.

My family has Yun Shu, my friends have Fu Jiang and Fu Qing, but the more they gather like this, the more painful they are.

Because he was kept silent, he couldn't express his concern and love to them.

Yunji has been to the mental health department more than once.

But he really couldn't describe the process of his rebirth to a doctor who believed in science.

And he didn't have pathologically significant symptoms of anorexia, insomnia, or even any life-threatening health problems.

He's just slightly lacking drive in life.

To say it with your mouth is to moan without illness.

It is too tiring to blindly fill these vacancies simply with work.

Over time, even the sense of accomplishment that comes with success has become less and less bleak.

He will always need more work.

Vicious circle.

Because he doesn't really have a goal.

He wants nothing.

He has no heart to love.

So when the shot was fired at his heart, Yunji was only stunned for a moment before regaining his composure.

He feels almost no pain.

He heard what Cong Lie said to him.

Cong Lie told him not to leave.

In fact, when Yunji heard him cry, his heart softened.

Because he knew that Cong Lie was also reborn, although he didn't know how many there were, but perhaps there was inevitably regret.

Whether he loves her or not, Yunji doesn't want to torture Cong Lie in this way.

Too unnecessary.

If it wasn't for the complete lack of strength, he even wanted to raise his hand and hug him back, saying that he hoped you would have a good life in the future.

He didn't expect that people would always be extra generous before they died.

Or maybe it's just a self-education.

Or maybe he formed a demon barrier after his rebirth, making it difficult for him to break through, making him wander alone, making it difficult for him to care.

Otherwise forget it.

Clouds of thought.

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It's getting dark.

In the surgery waiting room.

There are always people crying around, crying until Cong Lie has a headache.

What Yun Shu ate was only some hallucinogenic fungi, and he was out of danger. After regaining consciousness, he took notes.

He didn't listen to the doctor's stop at all, and sat at one end of the waiting hall with a pale face.

Fu Qing and Fu Jiang were by the side.

Cong Lie looked up at the blue screen that updated the patient's operation status in real time, and Yunji's name was always red.

He repeated in his mind Yunji's expression at the last moment when he saw him.

Facing the sunlight shining into the factory building, half of Yunji's face was smeared with bright red blood.

The black hair was soaked with sweat, and there was a shocking beauty on his snow-white forehead.

His eyes were extremely bright by the light, like a pair of crystal clear glass.

In his previous life, Cong Lie knew that Yunji was very beautiful.

So beautiful that he would even try to avoid it.

At that time, he thought, if he would be moved when he saw Yunji, that kind of love was also based on the superficiality of the skin.

But he doesn't feel it today.

The moment he saw Yunji, he was not moved at all.

His heart was barely beating.

Yunji was standing so close to him, half pale and half bright red.

Quiet blood seeped out from under the light-colored shirt, trickling down continuously.

Didn't Yunji know at the time?

He also asked how he came.

Too many thoughts flooded into Cong Lie's mind in an instant.

In the end, only Fu Qing scolded him.

In fact, Fu Qing was right in a sense.

After he knew that Yu Sui Qing was trying to hurt Yunji, he also expected that the show crew would expose Sui Qing in order to protect himself.

After this moment, Cong Lie even brought Wangcai to send Yu Suiqing to the trending searches, which can be regarded as a kind of killing.

And when Liao Bingqiao released an album later, no matter how busy or reluctant Cong Lie was, he always escorted Han Hai.

At that time, he did not recover his memory, but simply hoped that Yunji would feel better and relax.

But in the final analysis, he did not protect Yunji well.

He didn't take into account the uncertain factor of Yun Shu.

He didn't expect that Yun Shu would take the initiative to trouble Yu Suiqing, nor did he expect that Yu Suiqing, a desperate lunatic, would even want his life.

"Gather the family members, come to the buffer room." The radio rang.

Before the broadcast ended, Cong Lie had already run to the door of the buffer room.

"Family?" The nurse put a pen and paper on the marble table in the middle, "Please sign the critical illness notice."

"What?" Yun Shu came in behind, as if she couldn't believe her ears, and asked, "What do you want to sign?"

"Notice of Critical Illness." The nurse patiently explained, "Currently the surgery is risky, and immediate family members need to sign the Notification of Critical Illness."

Cong Lie knew.

Cong Lie signed it.

He picked up the pen mechanically, but Yun Shu snatched it away, "What are you signing! Where is your turn!"

Cong Lie didn't answer him, but just looked at the words on the thin paper.

As soon as he saw the name column, he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Yunji", the newly typed Song typeface, looks cold.

"I am his lover, I am his lover..." Every word of Cong Lie came from the depths of his throat, almost like a low growl of a trapped animal, "We are married, I am his husband, I am his husband!"

He clearly remembered the ring that Yunji put on him, it was clearly on his ring finger.

"No," he said incoherently, "no, I am his husband."

"You're crazy, Cong Lie! What kind of husband are you?" Yun Shu cried for too long, hissing with a nasal sound.

An inexplicable fishy sweetness suddenly gushed out of Cong Lie's mouth, making him speechless.

He was stopped by Liang Chao, "Brother, calm down."

The nurse had seen this scene a lot, so she patiently and softly urged: "Please sign as soon as possible."

She waited for Yun Shu to sign the notice, then rearranged a stainless steel tray on the table.

Inside was a bloodied silver hand.

Two of the solid silver beads have been severely deformed, black and deflated, and a protruding bullet is embedded in one of them.

"There is no penetrating injury, but the ribs suffered a comminuted fracture, hemothorax and massive bleeding caused by the rupture of the pulmonary artery." The nurse poked the silver beads with tweezers, revealing some small white fragments, "the doctor is still trying to clean up Wound……"

What the nurse said later meant nothing to Cong Lie.

But he still waited for her to finish, and asked almost calmly: "How long will it take for him to recover?"

The nurse looked at him with embarrassment, "We will do our best."

"How long will it take for the surgery to end?" Cong Lie blinked, "Five hours have passed."

Without waiting for an answer, he quickly lost control and looked at the direction the nurse was leaving, "Why did you sign the critical illness notice? Didn't the bullet go in? Why did you bleed profusely?"

"Cong Lie, Cong Lie..." Tenzin and Liang Chao pulled him out together.

"Why? I'm the husband, why can't I sign? Why did I keep asking me to sign when I didn't want to sign before? Why can't I sign now? Why?" Cong Lie struggled to ask the air, and was dragged out of the buffer room .

The cold air in the waiting room rushed down in an instant, and his body was covered with sweat.

Cong Lie rushed to the trash can and vomited uncontrollably.

"This family member, your mother is in critical condition, please sign here."

"Sorry, we tried our best."

"Excuse me, do you know a young man named Yunji?"

"I am his legal spouse."

"Mr. Cong, here is the death certificate."

"Don't look, the upper body is broken, only the feet are better."

"Mr. Cong, this is your husband's identity material. Please keep it safe for notarization of inheritance."

"I killed you! You killed my brother!"

"Will you treat me well in the future?"

"Not all possessions can be called .love."

Cong Lie held tightly to the edge of the trash can, feeling that his heart, which was already in disarray, was being pulled out of his mouth.

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If the nutrient solution is over 8000, I will drop another chapter tonight. I have already written 7000 words. I really want to send a request. Give me a chance to send a QAQ