The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

"Yunyun." The voice was a little familiar, but Yunji couldn't remember who it was.

Until he saw a pudgy little boy running towards a beautiful young woman, "Mom!"

Yunji felt that he was already at peace, but he didn't know why that sound almost called his tears down.

"Hey, so baby." The woman squatted down with some difficulty to hug the little boy, only then did Yunji realize that she was still pregnant.

Sure enough, the chubby kid backed away to avoid it, "Mom has a baby in her belly, so I can't hold Yunyun."

The woman who was called mother by Xiao Yunji had long black hair and was extremely beautiful.

Yunji has eyebrows and eyes very similar to hers.

After listening to Xiao Yunji's words, she smiled softly, sat down on the chair beside her, and still hugged him on her lap, "In this way, Mom won't be tired."

Little Yunji slowly swings a pair of chubby legs, and hugs his mother sideways, "Mom, is the baby good?"

"Good boy, just as good as Yun Yun was when he was a baby." Mom touched his head, "Does Yun Yun want a little brother or a little sister?"

Little Yunji said in a low voice, "Daddy wants a little sister."

"Who cares what Dad wants," Mom said with a hearty smile, "I only care what we want."

"I want a little brother!" Little Yunji became happy, "I want a little brother who can play with me in cars!"

He arranged everything, "He can live in my room then! I will give him half of my snacks! I will introduce all my friends to him! And my little train and robot!"

The woman waited patiently for him to finish, and put her palm on his chubby little face, "Honey, I hope he can stay with you in the future."

Such a small Yunji didn't seem to understand anything. He wiped his mother's tears, "Mom, don't cry, are there bad people bullying you? I'll beat him away!"

His mother shook her head, "Mom is just very happy, we are so generous and sensible, and we also know love."

Yunji saw himself shaking his head when he was a child, and instantly felt bad.

Sure enough, he heard the little boy say, "But no one loves me."

There was a slight surprise on the woman's face, "How could it be? We are so good, Mom and Dad, and the little brother you want in the future, love you very much. And when we grow up, we will have a very A person who loves you very much. He will accompany us for the rest of our lives, just like father accompanying mother."

"Father doesn't love me, Yun Shu... He didn't understand even if I told him." The little boy lowered his head, frowned and muttered.

Yunji almost wanted to cover that brat's mouth.

But Xiao Yunji was still babbling, "Mom, do you believe that people will come back to life after death? I always wanted you to come back. Now that I know that rebirth is painful, I never want you to go through the same experience as me." It's about you. Mom, don't come back."

Yunji couldn't help closing his eyes in embarrassment.

When he opened his eyes again, it was him squatting beside the woman.

He hadn't seen his mother for so many years that he couldn't even remember what she looked like.

"Yunyun," the woman stroked his hair lightly, "you suffered, didn't you?"

Yunji is an adult now, even though his eyes were sour when asked, he just shook his head calmly.

"It's not your fault," the woman leaned forward to hug him, and patted his back lightly, "It's not your fault."

Yunji pursed his lips, raised his head slightly, trying to put back his fragility.

"You're just stretching yourself too tight. In fact, mother has never had such high demands on you." The woman let go of him and helped him tidy up her hair. "My mother told you many times when you were young, homework Stop writing if you can’t finish writing. Take a rest when you’re tired from practicing calligraphy. You are the most important thing. Don’t ask anyone to love you, it’s enough for you to love yourself. Why do you forget everything when your mother leaves? ?”

Before he could speak, she messed up her freshly trimmed hair, "Yunyun, what's important to others? It's like dad wants a little sister, we Yunyun can still like a little brother. What do others say Nothing is as important as yourself."

"Yunji, it's great to be an excellent person, but I hope you remember to be kind to yourself."

"It may always be difficult at first, but you will get used to it slowly."

Before Yunji had time to speak, the bright warmth disappeared.

He was a little annoyed, he had finally seen his mother again, how could he catch up with Lu Qi here.

Although the surroundings fell into darkness again, it was not as gray as before.

Gathering among countless overlapping memories is like waking up from a big dream, sighing softly in the dark.

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Ever since Yunji was transferred out of the intensive care unit, Cong Lie had to go to the nurse's station more than a dozen times a day, asking the same question each time: "Why isn't he awake yet?"

Those little nurses would be shy and blush when they saw him at first, and they kindly comforted him, "This situation is a process. When the patient wakes up depends on his physical fitness. He is out of danger, and the probability of permanent damage is very small. of."

Later, everyone in the nurse's station wanted to hide when they saw him, because Cong Lie was like a repeater, asking repeatedly: "Is he really out of danger? Why is he still awake?"

The nurse couldn't bear to hide from him these two days, so she could only repeat to him "I'll wake up, wait a little longer".

I couldn't bear it not only because of Cong Lie's anxious look, but also because of his voice.

I don’t know if it’s because I asked too many questions. Cong Lie coughed for two days at first, and then his voice became completely hoarse. His mouth was like sandpaper, and he could speak clearly, but it was so hoarse that people couldn’t bear to listen .

Yun Shu was forcibly taken away by the Yun family on the second day after he was admitted to the hospital, and there has been no news from him until today.

But within two days after he left, Wangcai evaporated without a sound.

There are no reports or discussions about the injuries of Wangcai and Yunji on the Internet.

It just passed overnight, and Wangcai seemed to have never existed in this world.

Cong Lie and Fu Qing guarded the ward in shifts.

Fu Qing was still busy with Han Hai's affairs, so she could only come over for an hour or two every night.

Cong Lie was there for the rest of the time.

Liang Chao came over to give Cong Lie a change of clothes, and he didn't dare to mention the schedule. He just sent him the timetable of his recent work schedule, but as expected, nothing happened.

Today is the fourth day since Yunji was transferred to the general ward.

Because he only said that he was sick and had a minor operation, and declined to visit him, there were many flowers and fruit baskets sent by various collaborators in the ward, and they piled up in the corner of one side of the wall to form a hill.

Tenzin pushed the door open, revealing a freshly shaved bald head.

After the accident, he did not return to Gan City immediately, but stayed in Jingzhou to cooperate with the investigation of Yu Suiqing's matter, and he often came to the hospital to help in the past two days.

He saw Yunji lying on the bed, her cheeks were so pale that she didn't even have a trace of blood.

If it weren't for the slow and regular spikes on the heart rate monitor by the bedside, Tenzin wouldn't even be sure he was breathing.

"Still awake?" Tenzin came in with his backpack on his back, his voice very soft.

Cong Lie's complexion was no better than Yunji's.

He shook his head.

Tenzin took out a silver thermos bag from his bag, opened it and placed it in front of Cong Lie, "Try it, the meat buns made by my mother are hot!"

Yunji's survival was largely due to the string of silver hands Tenzin gave him, so Cong Lie politely refused him: "No, thank you."

"You must be thinking, how can a monk eat meat buns, right?" Tenzin found a clean tissue, wrapped a steaming bun and put it in Cong Lie's hands, "First of all, my parents are right I have never accepted the fact that I became a monk. Especially my mother, who is always looking for life. If I don't even eat the buns she makes, she may really hang herself in front of me. "

Cong Lie frowned when he heard what he said.

It was hard for him to imagine that Tenzin, a monk, opened his mouth and shut it up to create the mouth karma of his own family.

Tenzin picked up another steamed bun, "Because the steamed stuffed bun made by my mother is real, you'll know it after one bite."

He took a big bite himself first, and it was delicious, "It's very delicious."

Cong Lie was not in the mood to chat with him, and put the bun in his hand back into the bag.

He held Yunji's hand and rubbed it lightly.

Dry and somewhat cool.

Cong Lie slowed down the flow rate of the infusion tube, and carefully held Yunji's hand.

Tenzin looked at him for a while, then put down his half-eaten bun, "What's the matter? If Yunji doesn't wake up, you're going to starve yourself to death? Die for love?"

"Thank you, I've eaten." Cong Lie simply replied that he refused to talk, his voice was so hoarse that he could barely make a sound.

"Then do you know why he didn't wake up?" Tenzin turned around and sat back on his bench.

"The doctor said he will wake up." Cong Lie's voice was very firm.

Tenzin looked at his nose, nose and heart, "I don't think so."

Cong Lie's hands trembled slightly, as if trying to restrain himself from clenching his fists.

"The things you sent Yunji saved his life. I respect you very much, but now I ask you to go out."

Cong Lie got up and wiped Yunji's lips with a cotton swab dipped in water, his hands were still trembling slightly.

He propped himself up on the bed, trying to stop the trembling, but to no avail.

"To be honest, I actually had a chat with Yunji at noon on the day of the accident." Tenzin took out a thermos from his backpack and took a sip slowly.

Cong Lie turned his head and looked at him fixedly.

"Yunji has suffering in his heart, not because of birth, old age, sickness and death, not because of love to part, not because of resentment, not even because he can't get what he wants." Tenzin put down his cup firmly, "He seems to have a difficult problem that he can't talk to the world, so he kills himself."

"Suicide?" Cong Lie repeated those four words in a murmur, his hands shaking so much that he could barely hold a cotton swab.

"I made up a story for him, but it probably didn't suit his appetite, so I couldn't get him out of it." Tenzin nuzzled, "But I know he is suppressing and avoiding. And I can still hear it , this suffering was instilled on him by others.”

He looked sharply at Cong Lie.

Cong Lie instinctively touched the bracelet on his wrist.

It was re-stringed by him, but one bead was still missing.

"I can't cross him." Tenzin sighed a little, "Actually, I gave up."

Cong Lie couldn't help asking: "What should I do? What can I do to..."

"Let me ask you," Tenzin's face was hidden in the dark, "if Yunji wakes up and is willing to abandon the world and take refuge with me, will you respect his choice?"

silence.

"When I was in the monastery, I knew that the two of you were not in an ordinary bond. Even though I have no way of knowing what the entanglement between you is, I have come along the same road, so I naturally know where his suffering comes from."

"Oh, what, Bo Naming, hum. If Yunji can break the cocoon this time," Tenzin folded his hands together, his voice so soft that no one seemed to need to hear him, "then you will pay the debt."

For a moment, Cong Lie even felt that Yunji had said something to this somewhat feminine monk, or that those silver-gray eyes that seemed to see everything combined with some mystical Buddha's words were especially capable of fooling people.

When he heard such a light sentence of "repaying debts", it was almost like being hit in the face by someone.

Just as Cong Lie was about to speak, another bun was stuffed into his hand.

"Eat, you will have the strength to pay off your debts when you are full." Tenzin also picked up his remaining half of the steamed bun and continued to eat, "It is difficult to serve patients. I think their entire Yun family can call the wind and rain with one hand to cover the sky, but in fact a real There is no one who can be human, and no one cares about Yunji now. You can hardly make a sound now, how can you take care of him when you just put him down?"

His voracious eating behavior seemed to be returning to the vulgar place immediately after saying the inexplicable chanting above.

When Dan Zeng left with his bags on his back after eating and drinking, Cong Lie packed up the remaining thermos bags on the table, only to find that the name of a certain chain steamed stuffed bun shop was printed on the back, and there was even a franchise phone number.

This is clearly a bun bought from a store.

A lot of things that Tenzin said just now seem to be more and more difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Cong Lie sat down beside the bed and carefully tucked the quilt over Yunji.

For nearly a week, he hardly dared to leave the bed at all.

He didn't dare to think about other directions, but if Yunji woke up, he would know immediately.

Maybe Yunji didn't want to see him, so he could go out immediately.

But he had to see Yunji wake up with his own eyes.

In the first two days, sometimes he was so exhausted that he couldn't keep his eyes open, so he just lay down beside Yunji's bed.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he remembered the scene where Yunji fell into his arms.

With a little sleepiness, Cong Lie would recall the police officer in his previous life who led him through the long corridor and took him to uncover the cruel white cloth.

He has no way to think about the possible consequences that may happen to Yunji, so he can only simply hate the hospital.

It was in this very place, too, that the doctors told him about his mother. They did their best, but it was a pity.

Cong Lie kept signing in those short dreams.

Cong Lie.Cong Lie.Cong Lie.

So much so that he felt a little disgusted when he thought of these two words.

He remembered the roar of "scandium clatter scandium clatter" when the stainless steel trolley was pushed past the corridor, and he also remembered the bright red "death" on the notice.

It was like a long saw that had been rusted for many years, slowly pulling back and forth on his nerves.

In less than a few minutes, Cong Lie would break free from his predicament-like nightmare.

There was no sadness or anger in his heart, he even had a kind of painful gratitude that couldn't be suppressed.

Because Yunji is still here.

Repeatedly grind.

If he wasn't exhausted to the extreme, Cong Lie wouldn't even blink his eyes.

Not long after Tenzin left, the door of the ward opened again.

Fu Qing glanced at Cong Lie, and reluctantly threw him a stainless steel jar, "My brother asked me to bring ginseng soup."

After speaking, she walked to the bed and looked at Yunji, then sighed softly, "Why haven't you woken up..."

This question was obviously asked by Cong Lie himself every day, but now hearing someone else ask it, his heart hurts like a knife.

Fu Qing glanced at him again, and said awkwardly, "I was too anxious that day, and I said it seriously, and you can't blame Yunji entirely."

I don't know if it was her illusion, but after she said this, Cong Lie's face seemed to get worse.

She had no choice but to explain: "My brother told me that Wangcai didn't like Hanhai's rapid progress, and he happened to meet such a lunatic as Yu Suiqing. The 'insider' who broke the news of Suiqing's hurtful people was just like Zhang Zhiyou. relationship, so maybe even if you didn't intervene, they wouldn't let it go."

Seeing that Cong Lie was still silent, Fu Qing was a little embarrassed, "Why don't you go home and rest for a while? I'm done with work this afternoon, so I can stay here with you."

"No need." Cong Lie's voice was extremely hoarse.

Fu Qing had no choice but to move a small stool by herself, and sat down next to her, looking at her phone and worrying.

Something happened to Han Hai recently, and she couldn't make up her own mind.

Her brother has a very clear division of work and emotions, and doesn't get involved in Han Hai's affairs at all, which means that now she has become the backbone of Han Hai.

But she is mainly in charge of music professional things, operation and management has always been arranged for her to carry out.

Only after Yunji fell down did she realize how many things he carried on his back.

It concerns a group of newly signed artists, and the money involved is not a small amount.

Fu Qing really didn't dare to make a decision by herself, and finally looked at Cong Lie hesitantly, "Can I ask you something?"

Cong Lie was also a member of Han Hai before, and this contract is not too confidential, so she just wanted to ask for opinions.

Although Cong Lie, as an artist, seldom cares about things other than singing.

But he lived two lives.

After Yunji passed away in her previous life, Hanhai fell on Cong Lie.

All the business came to deal with him, and Cong Lie walked on the path that Yunji had walked in the chaos.

He personally endured all the hardships and tiredness that Yunji had suffered.

He thought that Yunji was having a good time outside, but Yunji might be talking about a project and playing a game of wit while pushing cups and glasses.

He thought that Yunji would always greet people with a smile regardless of distance or closeness, but in fact he might be the real hunter in the fierce battle of turnaround.

He thought that he could repay Yunji's kindness for saving him from the predicament by being Hanhai's signboard and propping up Hanhai, but in fact Yunji paid far more than him.

He was not the one who propped up Han Hai.

And what he wanted to repay was never kindness.

He just wasted so much love and cherish year after year.

Cong Lie from the previous life took over the management of Han Hai in the shortest possible time, and he personally immersed himself in all the vanity fair intrigues that he despises.

Because the vast sea is the painstaking effort of Gathering, Cong Lie refuses to let it disappear.

He also wanted to find the shadow of that person in it.

Cong Lie took Fu Qing's cell phone and looked at it carefully, "These two people have overlapping functions, try to pick the ones that haven't been exposed much before."

"Yunji prefers solid long-term strength models, and try to avoid these over-the-top medical aesthetics and too young."

Fu Qing was actually not too different from what he thought, but after hearing what he said, she felt at ease, and was a little surprised, "I thought you wouldn't worry about these things at all."

After Cong Lie finished talking to her, he got up again to moisten Yunji's lips.

Because you have to breathe oxygen all the time, the air flow will take a lot of moisture from your lips.

Fu Qing watched from the side without making a sound.

At first she meant to hire a nurse, and she did.

But the next day, the burly man said he quit.

At that time, Fu Qing was still puzzled, but the uncle shook her head and sighed, "That young man has too many things to do!"

"Ah?" Fu Qing didn't understand for a while, "Has Yunji woke up?"

"No, it's the one who accompanied the bed!" The uncle was so angry that he lost his temper, "Isn't it just a pneumothorax? The doctor said that the liquid level in the drainage bottle was two to four centimeters, and he wouldn't do anything more or less! It’s enough to change the bottle once a day. He won’t listen, and he will watch me wherever I go. And the infusion, my God! There is a small air bubble in the infusion tube, and he looks like he is going to kill someone! Actually, it’s all right! "

The uncle waved his hand, "Who is he lying on the bed! I have never served my wife so wholeheartedly! He has so many things to do by himself!"

Fu Qing changed three nurses, and she didn't last even two days.

No one can stand Cong Lie.

Fu Qing even quarreled with Cong Lie over this matter, "We all have jobs, aren't the nurses more professional than you? How can you help if you are so picky? You don't let others touch you, do you take care of yourself? ?”

Cong Lie didn't answer her at that time.

The next day, his official blog issued a statement saying that due to Cong Lie's personal reasons, he temporarily stopped all work.

It's like a frying pan on the Internet, everyone is asking what's wrong with Cong Lie.

From Hanhai to Cong Lie's new studio, it was completely blocked by Yuji.

Inside the hospital, everything was calm.

Because no one can find Cong Lie outside.

Cong Lie almost never left the hospital.

On the first day, Fu Qing was worried, she would run over from the company every few hours, and if she couldn't spare time, she would send Fu Jiang along, just to make sure that there was no one around Yunji.

What she didn't expect was that Cong Lie really took care of Yunji by himself, except that Fu Qing would watch over Yunji for ten minutes every day when he took a shower, and he almost never left the bedside, insisting on guarding Yunji 24 hours a day.

And I feel that Yunji's condition should be gradually getting better, at least her lips are a little pink, and her face is not the unbearably pale at first.

She unscrewed the ginseng soup and pushed it to Cong Lie, "My brother asked me to give it to you."

Cong Lie didn't say anything this time, he poured himself a cup and drank it slowly.

Fu Qing panicked with hatred in her heart, but she couldn't bear to see Cong Lie with her own eyes, "Don't worry too much, Yunji is holding on, and she will be fine."

"I know." Cong Lie drank a cup of ginseng soup in one gulp.

"We grew up together when we were young, and Yunji performed much better than the kids in our circle. But I never envied him." Fu Qing sighed slightly, "Because I know he suffered because of us. I haven't eaten any."

"Don't look at the wealth of the Yun family, but in fact, it didn't bring any good to Yunji," Fu Qing pursed her lips, "Uncle Yun is very strict with Yunji, he may be eager for his son to become a dragon, but I never I have never seen anyone be so cruel to his son."

"Nine cold days, he made Yunji kneel in the snow. When he went out to socialize, Yunji wouldn't let him eat if he didn't behave well. You've seen Yun Shu before, and Mr. Yun treated him quite normally. But when Yunji was young, no one really loved him. If it were me, I might not even know how to grow up."

"Actually, he was injured and lay down like this, and he was a little more relaxed. He was too tired a while ago, and I wanted to help, but I really...he didn't want to tell others anything." Fu Qing said that she could bear it. Wiping away tears, "Why am I telling you this, I can't expect people like you to love him."

Cong Lie listened with a pale face, "Kneeling in the snow in Shujiu Hantian? If you don't perform well at social gatherings, you won't be allowed to eat?"

"Otherwise?" The corner of Fu Qing's mouth couldn't help but glance down, "Do you think he must have enjoyed some kind of blessing because he was born in the Yun family?"

Speaking of which, she felt very uncomfortable, "If he knows what it's like to be loved, would he suffer so much from you?"

Cong Lie couldn't help holding his breath to relieve the throbbing pain in his lungs.

Whenever he felt that he knew enough about Yunji's suffering, a new knife would come in and dig deeper into the wound that he hadn't had time to heal.

Cong Lie held Yunji's hand, as if it was the only way to relieve his distress.

The hand was light and cold, so soft that it seemed impossible to hold it.

Fu Qing stood up suddenly, without wiping away her tears, "Did he move his eyes just now?"

Cong Lie immediately stood up and leaned over to observe Yunji.

When those thin eyelids opened a crack, Cong Lie's legs felt a little weak.

He whispered softly in Yunji's ear, "Are you awake?"

Yunji blinked his eyes, and uttered a very small and dumb rising syllable.

It seems that a question has been raised.

Cong Lie stuck in his ear, "Yun Shu is fine, Wangcai has already been disposed of, I sent Cha Xiaoli to Liang Chao's house, and the company's affairs are going well. Don't worry about anything, take care rest."

In the end, his voice was almost silent, and the few syllables were breath sounds.

Yunji frowned slightly, and then slowly closed his eyes for a while.

Cong Lie didn't dare to speak loudly, but carefully protected him to check the wound of the operation and drainage tube, "It hurts? Where is it uncomfortable?"

Yunji opened his eyes again, as if he wanted to speak.

But he had an oxygen tube in his mouth, so he couldn't explain clearly.

Cong Lie leaned down very lightly, and leaned against his mouth to listen.

Fu Qing couldn't hear what Yunji said, but it was the first time she saw Cong Lie in tears.

She was about to ask worriedly, when she heard Cong Lie whisper to Yunji, "I know, I'll go right away."

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