Yunji gave Cong Lie the attic of the new villa.
The two agreed in three chapters: Cong Lie went in and out of the hanging ladder outside, the two of them tried to avoid unnecessary meeting and communication, and Cong Lie would leave immediately when Yunji recovered.
The happiest person in Yunji's home is Cha Xiaoli.
The little chubby dog circled around him, rubbing against his trousers non-stop.
"You don't look thin, it's good for Liang Chao to feed you." Yunji couldn't squat down, so he touched Zha Xiaoli with his foot.
Just being touched, the puppy is already very contented, as if it is about to fly to the sky with its ears flapped.
Just after she had finished coquettishly at Yunji, the little chubby dog found Cong Lie with a suitcase behind her.
It seemed that Zha Xiaoli was about to celebrate the new year, "Aww" he swooped and stuck to Cong Lie.
Cong Lie shook the little chubby dog off his lap, and followed Yunji half a step behind.
He turned on the ventilation in the room, took a can of oxygen from the suitcase and gave it to Yunji, "Sit down and rest, don't move, I'll get you whatever you want."
The weather in July is extremely hot, and the outdoors are like a fire.
Although there are cars on the road to pick up and drop off, the air conditioner at home has also been turned on in advance.
But all the way back from the hospital, Yunji was still very tired, and he really didn't want to move while leaning on the sofa.
Cong Lie looked at him while packing his things, and when the water boiled, he mixed a glass of warm water for him, and bent over to look at him, "Uncomfortable? Go back to the bedroom and lie down for a while? The bed is all made up."
During these days in the hospital, he knew how much Yunji could endure.
Every time he thinks of Yunji asking him to accompany him to the hospital in his previous life, and remembering how uncomfortable he was at that time, Cong Lie can't let it go like a fishhook.
Seeing that Yunji didn't respond, Cong Lie squatted down in front of him, "What's the matter, chest pain?"
Yunji shook his head, "It's just tired."
Seeing that his complexion was really bad, Cong Lie supported him with oxygen, and gently helped him to straighten his back, "If you don't want to move, just lean on and sleep for a while, what do you want to eat at noon? I'll call you when it's ready."
Ever since Yunji found out that the so-called "patient meals" in the hospital were all cooked by Cong Lie, he has been devastated.
Eat everything.
But he didn't have the strength to speak, just shook his head.
Cong Lie was a little anxious, but he was afraid that asking too many questions would upset him, so he opened his mouth and closed it.
After guarding by the sofa for a while, Cong Lie waited for Yunji to fall asleep and rubbed his calf and ankle.
Because Yunji had been bedridden for a long time, his lower limbs were inevitably swollen, and Cong Lie was worried that he would feel uncomfortable.
Looking at Yunji's pale sleeping face, Cong Lie felt like a blunt knife was being sharpened in his heart.
During the time when Yunji was hospitalized, he thought a lot.
Repeatedly asking Yunji for forgiveness is just repeatedly exposing his scars, which is actually a kind of selfishness.
Remembering that he kept asking Yunji if he could try again, Cong Lie wanted to slap himself.
He even thought briefly of giving up.
Not because there is no hope in sight.
But because he thought it would be better for Yunji?What if he gets out of the way, the egg gets out of the way, and Yunji can live his life in peace?
But almost immediately, he regretted it.
Because he thinks too highly of himself.
He's just selfish and just can't do it.
He tugged back and forth between letting go and not letting go, tearing his flesh to pieces.
He wondered if Yunji was cut all over his body by such a chainsaw-like tangle back then?
Is he in pain too?
Or does it hurt more?
Before he could figure it out, something happened to Yunji.
In fact, what Cong Lie was most afraid of was not when he saw Yun focusing his guns, or even when he received the critical illness notice.
Instead, I heard Tenzin's words "suicide".
Cong Lie had never felt the fear of that moment in his two lifetimes.
Because he understood at that time that what he destroyed was not only Yunji's life, but also his enthusiasm for life.
The good heart that knew nothing about feelings but always maintained sincerity and persistence was crushed by his own hands.
After Yunji's injury this time, Cong Lie felt that he had figured it out.
Whether he walks or not, it cannot be for the sake of perfecting himself.
If Yunji can live a better life without him in the future, then he will let go.
But before that, no matter what he lost or damaged in Yunji in the past, Cong Lie had to find him one by one even if he was dying.
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In the first two days after returning home, Yunji's spirit was still not good. Even in the daytime, he was often too tired to keep his eyes open.
He himself didn't feel anything, and fell asleep on the sofa once, crying out for pain while crying.
Cong Lie was sweating from fright, and kept patting to comfort him, "Why does it hurt? Where does it hurt?"
The emergency number in his hand was about to be dialed, but Yunji stopped calling again.
After Cong Lie observed it, he found that Yunji was actually having a nightmare.
He endured it too hard when he was awake, and couldn't hold it back when he fell asleep.
Every time Cong Lie asked him, he felt in his dream that someone was accompanying him and caring about him, and gradually he became stable.
Every time at this time, Cong Lie would remember what Fu Qing said, that Yun Shichu made Yunji kneel in the snow, and felt unspeakably uncomfortable.
But he can't tell Yunji anything.
He only dared to accompany quietly on the side.
The stitches on Yunji's chest need to be changed every two days.
When Cong Lie went into the bathroom, he saw Yunji peeling off the dressing on his chest in front of the mirror.
Cong Lie's heart was about to stop, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, "What are you doing?"
Yunji didn't seem to care much, "Change the medicine."
Freshly unpacked potion bandages and new absorbent cotton were spread out on top of the washing machine.
Because the wound was on the left chest, Yunji couldn't lift his left hand, but he still frowned and tried to tear off the bandage.
At that moment, Cong Lie's first reaction was to get angry.
He wanted to ask Yunji if he knew how dangerous it was to be infected, why he refused to call him for help.
But in the end, he just licked his lips and walked over to Yunji, "Let's go out and change, okay? I blame me for taking the initiative, thinking that it would be better to change it before going to bed at night. Next time, I will discuss it with you in advance, so don't change it yourself in the future, okay?" good?"
Yunji hesitated for a moment, feeling that it might be enough for him to change, so he turned and went out.
Cong Lie took the pile of medicines and followed Yunji closely.
As soon as Zha Xiaoli saw the two of them, he immediately ran over.
As soon as Yunji sat down on the sofa, Cong Lie put a pillow behind his waist, "You lean on it, and when you're tired, close your eyes for a while."
Yunji glanced at him, and Cong Lie immediately explained: "The doctor told me to rest more, and it doesn't take much effort for you to change the medicine."
Yunji didn't say anything, leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes.
Cong Lie carefully peeled off the dressing on his chest, subconsciously holding his breath.
The surgical incision was actually not too long, and more than ten stitches were needed.
And after a period of healing, the color has darkened, and it doesn't look bloody.
It's just that on Yunji's fair skin, it's dazzling no matter how you look at it.
Cong Lie looked at the wound and didn't move for a long time.
Yunji closed his eyes, because he didn't want to talk to Cong Lie.
But after feeling that the bandage was taken off, there was no more to say. Yunji opened his eyes in confusion, and just in time saw Cong Lie's red eyes.
He didn't want to ask, so he closed his eyes again.
After a few seconds, he felt a chill on his chest, and there was a faint smell of medicine in the air.
Cong Lie asked him, "Does it hurt?"
It's very dumb, but it's also very stable, and nothing abnormal can be heard.
"It doesn't hurt if you don't talk." Yunji replied coldly.
Zha Xiaoli squatted at Yunji's feet, wagging his tail in confusion and anxiety.
Cong Lie gently applied the medicine to him, and waited for the ointment to form a film before covering him with a dressing.
When the doorbell rang, Yunji just frowned and didn't open his eyes.
Cong Lie ran to open the door and let Fu Qing in.
Knowing that Cong Lie came to take care of Yunji, Fu Qing was not surprised to see him, and handed the new information to Cong Lie while changing her shoes, "This is today's company..."
"Hush." Cong Lie motioned her to whisper, "Fall asleep."
Fu Qing gave a low "Oh" and walked in lightly, "How is it? Is it better?"
"I still have frequent chest pains at night," Cong Lie replied softly, "It's better during the day, but it's easy to get tired."
Fu Qing walked to the side of the sofa, bent over and looked around, then turned to Cong Lie and said, "Your complexion is indeed better, what can I do for you?"
Now she sees that Cong Lie is very dedicated to Yunji, and she is far less disgusted with him than in the past, but she is not too polite, "He can't leave people now, if you have other things to do, we can find a way."
She also remembered that Cong Lie was going to release an album, fearing that he would neglect Yunji for work.
"I don't have anything else to do." Cong Lie said, already looking through the materials Fu Qing sent over.
Fu Qing looked at him for a while, then pointed to her throat, "Have you checked it?"
After all, for a singer, the voice is almost life.
What's more, he is Cong Lie.
"No hurry." Cong Lie lowered his head, picked up a pen and began to mark on the paper.
Cong Lie's words are a little different from what Fu Qing thought.
Because Cong Lie gave people a feeling of being unrestrained, she always thought that his handwriting would also be unrestricted.
But I didn't expect Cong Lie's handwriting to be quite decent, and the tall and straight fonts put together, unexpectedly awe-inspiring.
Cong Lie was extremely tall, lying on the small coffee table, almost like a beast entrenched.
Holding the thin pencil, he wrote smoothly.
Fu Qing glanced at what he wrote, and she looked at Cong Lie differently.
Cong Lie gave her advice once in the hospital.
Fu Qing also knew that some of the company's contracts were handed over to Cong Lie during Yunji Disease.
But she thought that Cong Lie was just helping Yunji Niannian to change the name of the contract, such a small flaw, but she didn't expect Cong Lie to be able to do it alone.
"Here?" Yunji woke up at some point, rubbed his eyes and greeted Fu Qing.
"Slow down, slow down." Seeing that he woke up, Cong Lie immediately put down the contract in his hand, and stretched out his hand to protect Yunji's freshly dressed wound.
Yunji stopped for a while and pushed his hand away, "It's all right."
He leaned forward to pick up the materials on the table, flipped through them a little, looked up at Fu Qing, "Well, I can give it to you before five o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
"It's okay, there's no rush." Fu Qing rubbed his right shoulder, "You should have a good rest first, your body is the most important thing."
"It's much better." Yunji smiled.
"Don't be brave." Fu Qing half-jokingly said: "You really shouldn't scare us like that anymore, I'm going to scare you to death."
Yunji rubbed his eyes tiredly, "Okay, it's nothing serious, don't worry."
Fu Qing felt that he was not in a good mood, and wanted him to rest early, chatted a few more words and went back to the company.
After Fu Qing left, Cong Lie sat down by the sofa and carefully touched Yunji's hand.
Sweaty and cool.
"What's wrong? Are you having nightmares again?" Cong Lie asked him softly.
Yunji closed his eyes again and leaned back on the sofa.
He felt that he had only squinted for a few minutes, but he had a very complete and real dream.
He dreamed that Yun Shichu came looking for him again, forcing him to go back to Yun's house, and asking him if he knew he was wrong.
The scene in the dream was very plain, as if it really happened just now.
Yun Shichu could really say those words, and it stands to reason that Yunji should have gotten used to it.
But the feeling of being denied was nailed in his heart and couldn't go away.
He buried his face in the palm of his hand, and the wound on his chest caused a little pain, but brought some sobriety instead.
"What's wrong?" Cong Lie half-kneeled beside the sofa, anxiously and gently opened his fingers, "Speaking, Yunji, why is it uncomfortable?"
"Nothing." Yunji refused to communicate with him.
Cong Lie was about to go crazy, but he didn't dare to rush him.
After waiting for a few minutes, he held Yunji's cold fingers and rubbed them lightly, "I just stewed a sweet cup, you can eat a little bit, okay?"
Before Yunji could answer, Cong Lie went to the kitchen and brought out a stew pot.
He lifted the lid of the cup, "I put coconut milk in the rock sugar snow clams you like."
Hot white steam rises, and the air is filled with a sweet smell.
Yunji hesitated for a moment, then picked up the spoon.
Seeing that Yunji was willing to move the spoon, Cong Lie breathed a sigh of relief.
At least he wasn't uncomfortable.
While Yunji was eating, Cong Lie continued to read the materials Fu Qing sent over.
If he finished it earlier, Yunji would be able to worry less.
Criticizing and criticizing, Cong Lie felt that Yunji was looking at him.
He paused the pen in his hand, and asked Yunji with a question, "Is there any problem with the amount in this place?"
Yunji frowned and flipped back and forth a little, "After tax is not counted."
Cong Lie nodded, and turned another page, "What about here? Is the scope of Party B's demarcation not detailed enough?"
Yunji turned to look at him, "Didn't you say you know everything, why do you keep asking such simple questions?"
"This contract is very important. I'm afraid I'm not sure about it. I'll check it with you. I'm more at ease." Cong Lie said sincerely.
"Are you trying to find something to do with me?" Yunji poked at him directly.
Cong Lie saw that he was in better spirits, and then glanced at the bottomless stew pot, "If you are full, go for a walk?"
"It's not about taking a walk together," Yunji turned his face away coldly, "Don't forget the three chapters of agreement."
"Then you go for a walk alone, can I follow behind?" Cong Lie stepped back again, "The doctor said to exercise moderately. Now that the sun is setting, it's not too hot outside. Isn't it good to go for a walk?"
Zha Xiaoli pounced on Yunji's knee, but was stopped by Cong Lie, "You want to go out to play? Then please beg brother."
He held Zha Xiaoli's front paws together, "Zha Xiaoli went out to play, didn't he?"
Yunji couldn't help it because of the two of them, so he found Zha Xiaoli's dog leash, and prepared to fasten it.
Cong Lie took the dog leash from him without letting him do it.
"Let me take Cha Xiaoli for a walk." Cong Lie pursed his lips, "Just take care of yourself."
Evening in midsummer, in fact, has nothing to do with coolness.
But after resting in the air-conditioned room for a whole day, Yunji's bones were almost loose, and it was quite comfortable to be blown by the warm south wind.
He is walking ahead.
Cong Lie and Cha Xiaoli followed behind.
Zha Xiaoli always wanted to run towards Yunji, but was caught by the dog leash again, and retreated to Cong Lie, circling happily.
Yunji couldn't walk fast, and a few old men and women who were walking after dinner quickly overtook him.
But Cong Lie kept a distance of five or six meters from him and followed silently.
The neighborhood they are in is a combination of old and new urban planning.
On one side is the quiet Wutong Road and the single-family villa area, and on the other side are the old residential buildings and living markets in the old city that have not been completely removed.
Although the environment here is somewhat complicated, there are still many rich people who choose to buy houses nearby.
One is for the convenience of life, and the other is because there is the most famous key junior high school in the city nearby.
The terrain of the school is higher, and there is a long street leading from the main entrance.
When Yunji walked to this street, he was just in time for the street lights to come on.
All kinds of small vendors occupy both sides of the street stepping on the waves after school, like a noisy river separating the world of fireworks and the world of luxury and gold.
Lively students poured out of the school in droves, chattering without being annoying.
As he walked, Yunji listened to these children happily discussing which stall to queue for, as if they had suffered a day at school just to welcome this happy moment.
Their happiness is so simple.
It seems that as long as you buy a fried skewer on the roadside, you are happy.
Yunji has lived for two lifetimes, but he has never eaten at a roadside stall.
The reason is very simple, he has no time.
Even when he was in junior high school, he would be picked up by the Yun family's car immediately after school.
He has too much homework to do besides the little things in school.
Yunji is very good at making friends with people.
Because when a person is regarded as a customer, he can perceive the potential needs of others very calmly and keenly.
It's like an indifferent mind-reading technique.
So much so that he doesn't need to have a heart-to-heart relationship with his classmates in school, and he can easily win the love of others.
Even more often, he doesn't need to win at all.
Because he can achieve remarkable excellence in all aspects.
And human beings are always attracted to strength.
So Yunji doesn't need to hang out with any classmates to play basketball, or make an appointment to buy fried skewers after school that everyone says is delicious.
In Yun Shichu's words, those are all invalid social interactions.
For a long time, Yunji also thought that he didn't need it.
What can be delicious on fried skewers?
Then he found himself stopped in front of a Kushikatsu truck.
Yunji watched the lotus root slices and sausage dipped in the batter rapidly expand in the golden hot oil, with fine bubbles churning all around, making a crisp sound of "Zrazla".
The air is filled with the characteristic aldehyde aroma of fried food.
A warm yellow low-wattage light bulb hangs in the middle of the fryer, and the students' bright expectations are reflected on the glass plate splashed with oil stars.
Yunji subconsciously lowered his head to hide his swallowing movements.
The boss noticed that he had been standing in front of the car for a while, and warmly raised a smiling face, "The boss is kind, would you like to have two skewers?"
Another kid surrounded by the car was also quite familiar, and he recommended it to Yunji, "This fried chicken fillet is delicious, brother, you can try it!"
The mask on Vanity Fair has been worn for a long time, but now that it is suddenly taken off, Yunji can't correct it.
His first reaction was to save face for the kid, and he smiled at him, and then found that he didn't bring his mobile phone or money with him.
"What's the matter? Why don't you leave?" Cong Lie saw that Yunji had stayed here for too long, and finally couldn't help following up, "Are you feeling well?"
"This brother wants to eat fried chicken fillets!" The kid had already got a bunch of freshly fried chicken fillets, and said to Cong Lie while taking a bite.
"Want to eat fried chicken tenders?" Cong Lie frowned and glanced at the boss's oily apron and the not-so-clear boiling oil in the pot, and just wanted to say that he could fry it for Yunji himself when he got home later.
But Yunji did glance at the chicken fillet in the kid's hand.
Although only a short glimpse.
Cong Lie took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the car glass, and said to the boss, "A bunch of fried chicken tenders, thank you."
He looked down at Yunji, "Do you want anything else?"
"I don't want to eat." Yunji turned to leave, but Cong Lie carefully grabbed his waist and pulled him back, "There are too many people now, don't go by yourself, someone will touch you later."
After finishing speaking, he still controlled Yunji's waist with one hand, and turned to the boss, "Please ask for another bunch of sausages, a bunch of vegetarian chicken, and a bunch of lotus root."
His voice was very hoarse, and he was still covered by a mask, but he still attracted the attention of the students next to him.
The little girls quickly covered their mouths and discussed excitedly.
They tried their best to lower their voices, but Yunji still heard the word "Cong Lie" clearly.
He looked up at Cong Lie.
Cong Lie must have heard it too, but he just stared at the fried skewers in the pot and waited quietly.
When the boss took out all the fried skewers, he bowed slightly and said to the boss, "Don't add chili, please add it normally, thank you."
"Okay!" The boss brushed the sauce, packed the fried skewers in a paper bag, and handed it to Cong Lie.
Cong Lie carefully protected Yunji's shoulders and led him out from a crowd of middle school students.
He changed the rope holding Zha Xiaoli, took out a bunch of fried chicken tenders from the bag, and carefully wrapped the end of the stick with a paper towel, "Want to find a place to sit down and eat?"
Yunji took the fried chicken tenderloin in his hand, but didn't answer his words, and took a bite as he walked.
The feeling of the crispy batter cracking in the mouth was very good, and even made Yunji feel a little bit like seeing each other late.
He glanced at the fried skewers in his hand with a little surprise, and took another bite.
Yunji has eaten a lot of fried food, including some so-called high-end dishes.
But he didn't know whether it was because he was hungry after walking for too long, or because of the fresh life near the school, but he actually felt that these two bites of fried chicken tenders gave him a sense of happiness and realism.
Cong Lie led Zha Xiaoli by the hand, and followed quietly on the side.
At first, he thought that because of Yunji's picky eaters, he would stop after one or two bites of each dish, so he specially ordered a few skewers for him to try.
Seeing that Yunji was about to finish eating a whole bunch of chicken tenders, he panicked a little.
Yunji's digestion wasn't very good in the first place, and now the injuries on his body haven't healed well.
Although there was nothing spicy and exciting, Cong Lie was also worried that he would not be able to digest so much greasy junk food.
He wanted to stop, but dared not.
When Yunji picked up the skewer of vegetarian chicken, Cong Lie pursed his lips, and asked him in a low voice: "Are you hungry? I'll make you something else to eat when you get home, instead of eating so much fried food, okay?" "
Yunji glanced at him, "It's nine and five yuan in total, I'll remember it, and I'll forward it to you on WeChat later."
Cong Lie was almost choked by him, he cleared his throat, but his voice still couldn't rise, "If you like to eat this, I will accompany you to buy it tomorrow. These are not easy to digest, so don't eat them today, okay?" ?”
"No, there will definitely be Yuji staying here tomorrow, and I won't come again." But Yunji hesitated a little, and put the uneaten vegetarian chicken back into the paper bag.
Yunji walked slowly, and when the two of them and the dog returned home, it was almost eight o'clock.
A layer of sweat broke out on his body, Yunji took a short shower, went back to the living room and continued to read the materials Fu Qing brought over.
As he promised, Cong Lie took some documents and went back to his attic early without making any sound.
Since his surgery, his eyesight has not fully recovered, and he gets tired easily after looking at things for a long time.
He took a walk today and is in good spirits.
Yunji doesn't know what state he will be in tomorrow, he just wants to finish watching it early so as not to worry about it.
Before ten o'clock, the flowers were already in a ball before his eyes, and he almost had to hold the paper in front of his eyes to see the words on it clearly.
So fascinated by watching, Yunji didn't even know when Cong Lie came over.
Until the sofa sank slightly, he felt that Cong Lie sat down beside him, without even looking at him, "What do you want?"
"Take a rest if you can't see clearly, or just like in the hospital, I'll read it to you, and you listen with your eyes closed." Cong Lie didn't dare to make his distress too obvious, and said it calmly.
The reason why Cong Lie was allowed to live here was for the convenience of work.
Yunji handed the contract to Cong Lie without any extra words, "Start reading from No.16."
Cong Lie read it word by word seriously.
He read very clearly, but his voice seemed to be made of broken copper, and there were fragmented scratches all the way.
After listening to it with his eyes closed, Yunji happily signed at several signing places, and picked up the next one by himself.
Cong Lie licked his lips and wanted to take the contract in his hand, but Yunji stepped aside, "I've rested, I can read it myself."
Cong Lie watched him take out a pair of glasses from under the coffee table and put them on, and licked his lips, "Let me read it to you, don't get tired..."
"Go to bed early, and leave me alone." Yunji interrupted him softly, unquestionably.
Cong Lie looked at his eyes flushed from fatigue, clenched his fingers slightly, got up and went upstairs.
Even if his mind is not tired, Yunji's physical condition does not allow him to stay up late.
After reading two more copies, he couldn't bear it and went to bed.
The next morning, after he washed up, he found that breakfast was on the table, with a note and a recording pen next to it.
The note reads:
"The contracts are all recorded, and they are read in the order of numbers. If it is too long, you can drive at double speed. I am in the yard, call me if you have anything to do."
Yunji turned on the recorder, and there was an audio file of nearly four hours in it.
He turned to look out the window.
The sun was so hot that it made everyone squint their eyes.
Cong Lie was watering the rose vines on the fence in the yard under the sun.
Those rose vine branches and leaves were skinny and yellowed, and they had been left unused on the birch fence for an unknown how long, as if they would not bloom this summer.
Yunji turned his gaze back, and picked up the sweet soy milk that was still steaming on the table.
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The two agreed in three chapters: Cong Lie went in and out of the hanging ladder outside, the two of them tried to avoid unnecessary meeting and communication, and Cong Lie would leave immediately when Yunji recovered.
The happiest person in Yunji's home is Cha Xiaoli.
The little chubby dog circled around him, rubbing against his trousers non-stop.
"You don't look thin, it's good for Liang Chao to feed you." Yunji couldn't squat down, so he touched Zha Xiaoli with his foot.
Just being touched, the puppy is already very contented, as if it is about to fly to the sky with its ears flapped.
Just after she had finished coquettishly at Yunji, the little chubby dog found Cong Lie with a suitcase behind her.
It seemed that Zha Xiaoli was about to celebrate the new year, "Aww" he swooped and stuck to Cong Lie.
Cong Lie shook the little chubby dog off his lap, and followed Yunji half a step behind.
He turned on the ventilation in the room, took a can of oxygen from the suitcase and gave it to Yunji, "Sit down and rest, don't move, I'll get you whatever you want."
The weather in July is extremely hot, and the outdoors are like a fire.
Although there are cars on the road to pick up and drop off, the air conditioner at home has also been turned on in advance.
But all the way back from the hospital, Yunji was still very tired, and he really didn't want to move while leaning on the sofa.
Cong Lie looked at him while packing his things, and when the water boiled, he mixed a glass of warm water for him, and bent over to look at him, "Uncomfortable? Go back to the bedroom and lie down for a while? The bed is all made up."
During these days in the hospital, he knew how much Yunji could endure.
Every time he thinks of Yunji asking him to accompany him to the hospital in his previous life, and remembering how uncomfortable he was at that time, Cong Lie can't let it go like a fishhook.
Seeing that Yunji didn't respond, Cong Lie squatted down in front of him, "What's the matter, chest pain?"
Yunji shook his head, "It's just tired."
Seeing that his complexion was really bad, Cong Lie supported him with oxygen, and gently helped him to straighten his back, "If you don't want to move, just lean on and sleep for a while, what do you want to eat at noon? I'll call you when it's ready."
Ever since Yunji found out that the so-called "patient meals" in the hospital were all cooked by Cong Lie, he has been devastated.
Eat everything.
But he didn't have the strength to speak, just shook his head.
Cong Lie was a little anxious, but he was afraid that asking too many questions would upset him, so he opened his mouth and closed it.
After guarding by the sofa for a while, Cong Lie waited for Yunji to fall asleep and rubbed his calf and ankle.
Because Yunji had been bedridden for a long time, his lower limbs were inevitably swollen, and Cong Lie was worried that he would feel uncomfortable.
Looking at Yunji's pale sleeping face, Cong Lie felt like a blunt knife was being sharpened in his heart.
During the time when Yunji was hospitalized, he thought a lot.
Repeatedly asking Yunji for forgiveness is just repeatedly exposing his scars, which is actually a kind of selfishness.
Remembering that he kept asking Yunji if he could try again, Cong Lie wanted to slap himself.
He even thought briefly of giving up.
Not because there is no hope in sight.
But because he thought it would be better for Yunji?What if he gets out of the way, the egg gets out of the way, and Yunji can live his life in peace?
But almost immediately, he regretted it.
Because he thinks too highly of himself.
He's just selfish and just can't do it.
He tugged back and forth between letting go and not letting go, tearing his flesh to pieces.
He wondered if Yunji was cut all over his body by such a chainsaw-like tangle back then?
Is he in pain too?
Or does it hurt more?
Before he could figure it out, something happened to Yunji.
In fact, what Cong Lie was most afraid of was not when he saw Yun focusing his guns, or even when he received the critical illness notice.
Instead, I heard Tenzin's words "suicide".
Cong Lie had never felt the fear of that moment in his two lifetimes.
Because he understood at that time that what he destroyed was not only Yunji's life, but also his enthusiasm for life.
The good heart that knew nothing about feelings but always maintained sincerity and persistence was crushed by his own hands.
After Yunji's injury this time, Cong Lie felt that he had figured it out.
Whether he walks or not, it cannot be for the sake of perfecting himself.
If Yunji can live a better life without him in the future, then he will let go.
But before that, no matter what he lost or damaged in Yunji in the past, Cong Lie had to find him one by one even if he was dying.
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In the first two days after returning home, Yunji's spirit was still not good. Even in the daytime, he was often too tired to keep his eyes open.
He himself didn't feel anything, and fell asleep on the sofa once, crying out for pain while crying.
Cong Lie was sweating from fright, and kept patting to comfort him, "Why does it hurt? Where does it hurt?"
The emergency number in his hand was about to be dialed, but Yunji stopped calling again.
After Cong Lie observed it, he found that Yunji was actually having a nightmare.
He endured it too hard when he was awake, and couldn't hold it back when he fell asleep.
Every time Cong Lie asked him, he felt in his dream that someone was accompanying him and caring about him, and gradually he became stable.
Every time at this time, Cong Lie would remember what Fu Qing said, that Yun Shichu made Yunji kneel in the snow, and felt unspeakably uncomfortable.
But he can't tell Yunji anything.
He only dared to accompany quietly on the side.
The stitches on Yunji's chest need to be changed every two days.
When Cong Lie went into the bathroom, he saw Yunji peeling off the dressing on his chest in front of the mirror.
Cong Lie's heart was about to stop, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, "What are you doing?"
Yunji didn't seem to care much, "Change the medicine."
Freshly unpacked potion bandages and new absorbent cotton were spread out on top of the washing machine.
Because the wound was on the left chest, Yunji couldn't lift his left hand, but he still frowned and tried to tear off the bandage.
At that moment, Cong Lie's first reaction was to get angry.
He wanted to ask Yunji if he knew how dangerous it was to be infected, why he refused to call him for help.
But in the end, he just licked his lips and walked over to Yunji, "Let's go out and change, okay? I blame me for taking the initiative, thinking that it would be better to change it before going to bed at night. Next time, I will discuss it with you in advance, so don't change it yourself in the future, okay?" good?"
Yunji hesitated for a moment, feeling that it might be enough for him to change, so he turned and went out.
Cong Lie took the pile of medicines and followed Yunji closely.
As soon as Zha Xiaoli saw the two of them, he immediately ran over.
As soon as Yunji sat down on the sofa, Cong Lie put a pillow behind his waist, "You lean on it, and when you're tired, close your eyes for a while."
Yunji glanced at him, and Cong Lie immediately explained: "The doctor told me to rest more, and it doesn't take much effort for you to change the medicine."
Yunji didn't say anything, leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes.
Cong Lie carefully peeled off the dressing on his chest, subconsciously holding his breath.
The surgical incision was actually not too long, and more than ten stitches were needed.
And after a period of healing, the color has darkened, and it doesn't look bloody.
It's just that on Yunji's fair skin, it's dazzling no matter how you look at it.
Cong Lie looked at the wound and didn't move for a long time.
Yunji closed his eyes, because he didn't want to talk to Cong Lie.
But after feeling that the bandage was taken off, there was no more to say. Yunji opened his eyes in confusion, and just in time saw Cong Lie's red eyes.
He didn't want to ask, so he closed his eyes again.
After a few seconds, he felt a chill on his chest, and there was a faint smell of medicine in the air.
Cong Lie asked him, "Does it hurt?"
It's very dumb, but it's also very stable, and nothing abnormal can be heard.
"It doesn't hurt if you don't talk." Yunji replied coldly.
Zha Xiaoli squatted at Yunji's feet, wagging his tail in confusion and anxiety.
Cong Lie gently applied the medicine to him, and waited for the ointment to form a film before covering him with a dressing.
When the doorbell rang, Yunji just frowned and didn't open his eyes.
Cong Lie ran to open the door and let Fu Qing in.
Knowing that Cong Lie came to take care of Yunji, Fu Qing was not surprised to see him, and handed the new information to Cong Lie while changing her shoes, "This is today's company..."
"Hush." Cong Lie motioned her to whisper, "Fall asleep."
Fu Qing gave a low "Oh" and walked in lightly, "How is it? Is it better?"
"I still have frequent chest pains at night," Cong Lie replied softly, "It's better during the day, but it's easy to get tired."
Fu Qing walked to the side of the sofa, bent over and looked around, then turned to Cong Lie and said, "Your complexion is indeed better, what can I do for you?"
Now she sees that Cong Lie is very dedicated to Yunji, and she is far less disgusted with him than in the past, but she is not too polite, "He can't leave people now, if you have other things to do, we can find a way."
She also remembered that Cong Lie was going to release an album, fearing that he would neglect Yunji for work.
"I don't have anything else to do." Cong Lie said, already looking through the materials Fu Qing sent over.
Fu Qing looked at him for a while, then pointed to her throat, "Have you checked it?"
After all, for a singer, the voice is almost life.
What's more, he is Cong Lie.
"No hurry." Cong Lie lowered his head, picked up a pen and began to mark on the paper.
Cong Lie's words are a little different from what Fu Qing thought.
Because Cong Lie gave people a feeling of being unrestrained, she always thought that his handwriting would also be unrestricted.
But I didn't expect Cong Lie's handwriting to be quite decent, and the tall and straight fonts put together, unexpectedly awe-inspiring.
Cong Lie was extremely tall, lying on the small coffee table, almost like a beast entrenched.
Holding the thin pencil, he wrote smoothly.
Fu Qing glanced at what he wrote, and she looked at Cong Lie differently.
Cong Lie gave her advice once in the hospital.
Fu Qing also knew that some of the company's contracts were handed over to Cong Lie during Yunji Disease.
But she thought that Cong Lie was just helping Yunji Niannian to change the name of the contract, such a small flaw, but she didn't expect Cong Lie to be able to do it alone.
"Here?" Yunji woke up at some point, rubbed his eyes and greeted Fu Qing.
"Slow down, slow down." Seeing that he woke up, Cong Lie immediately put down the contract in his hand, and stretched out his hand to protect Yunji's freshly dressed wound.
Yunji stopped for a while and pushed his hand away, "It's all right."
He leaned forward to pick up the materials on the table, flipped through them a little, looked up at Fu Qing, "Well, I can give it to you before five o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
"It's okay, there's no rush." Fu Qing rubbed his right shoulder, "You should have a good rest first, your body is the most important thing."
"It's much better." Yunji smiled.
"Don't be brave." Fu Qing half-jokingly said: "You really shouldn't scare us like that anymore, I'm going to scare you to death."
Yunji rubbed his eyes tiredly, "Okay, it's nothing serious, don't worry."
Fu Qing felt that he was not in a good mood, and wanted him to rest early, chatted a few more words and went back to the company.
After Fu Qing left, Cong Lie sat down by the sofa and carefully touched Yunji's hand.
Sweaty and cool.
"What's wrong? Are you having nightmares again?" Cong Lie asked him softly.
Yunji closed his eyes again and leaned back on the sofa.
He felt that he had only squinted for a few minutes, but he had a very complete and real dream.
He dreamed that Yun Shichu came looking for him again, forcing him to go back to Yun's house, and asking him if he knew he was wrong.
The scene in the dream was very plain, as if it really happened just now.
Yun Shichu could really say those words, and it stands to reason that Yunji should have gotten used to it.
But the feeling of being denied was nailed in his heart and couldn't go away.
He buried his face in the palm of his hand, and the wound on his chest caused a little pain, but brought some sobriety instead.
"What's wrong?" Cong Lie half-kneeled beside the sofa, anxiously and gently opened his fingers, "Speaking, Yunji, why is it uncomfortable?"
"Nothing." Yunji refused to communicate with him.
Cong Lie was about to go crazy, but he didn't dare to rush him.
After waiting for a few minutes, he held Yunji's cold fingers and rubbed them lightly, "I just stewed a sweet cup, you can eat a little bit, okay?"
Before Yunji could answer, Cong Lie went to the kitchen and brought out a stew pot.
He lifted the lid of the cup, "I put coconut milk in the rock sugar snow clams you like."
Hot white steam rises, and the air is filled with a sweet smell.
Yunji hesitated for a moment, then picked up the spoon.
Seeing that Yunji was willing to move the spoon, Cong Lie breathed a sigh of relief.
At least he wasn't uncomfortable.
While Yunji was eating, Cong Lie continued to read the materials Fu Qing sent over.
If he finished it earlier, Yunji would be able to worry less.
Criticizing and criticizing, Cong Lie felt that Yunji was looking at him.
He paused the pen in his hand, and asked Yunji with a question, "Is there any problem with the amount in this place?"
Yunji frowned and flipped back and forth a little, "After tax is not counted."
Cong Lie nodded, and turned another page, "What about here? Is the scope of Party B's demarcation not detailed enough?"
Yunji turned to look at him, "Didn't you say you know everything, why do you keep asking such simple questions?"
"This contract is very important. I'm afraid I'm not sure about it. I'll check it with you. I'm more at ease." Cong Lie said sincerely.
"Are you trying to find something to do with me?" Yunji poked at him directly.
Cong Lie saw that he was in better spirits, and then glanced at the bottomless stew pot, "If you are full, go for a walk?"
"It's not about taking a walk together," Yunji turned his face away coldly, "Don't forget the three chapters of agreement."
"Then you go for a walk alone, can I follow behind?" Cong Lie stepped back again, "The doctor said to exercise moderately. Now that the sun is setting, it's not too hot outside. Isn't it good to go for a walk?"
Zha Xiaoli pounced on Yunji's knee, but was stopped by Cong Lie, "You want to go out to play? Then please beg brother."
He held Zha Xiaoli's front paws together, "Zha Xiaoli went out to play, didn't he?"
Yunji couldn't help it because of the two of them, so he found Zha Xiaoli's dog leash, and prepared to fasten it.
Cong Lie took the dog leash from him without letting him do it.
"Let me take Cha Xiaoli for a walk." Cong Lie pursed his lips, "Just take care of yourself."
Evening in midsummer, in fact, has nothing to do with coolness.
But after resting in the air-conditioned room for a whole day, Yunji's bones were almost loose, and it was quite comfortable to be blown by the warm south wind.
He is walking ahead.
Cong Lie and Cha Xiaoli followed behind.
Zha Xiaoli always wanted to run towards Yunji, but was caught by the dog leash again, and retreated to Cong Lie, circling happily.
Yunji couldn't walk fast, and a few old men and women who were walking after dinner quickly overtook him.
But Cong Lie kept a distance of five or six meters from him and followed silently.
The neighborhood they are in is a combination of old and new urban planning.
On one side is the quiet Wutong Road and the single-family villa area, and on the other side are the old residential buildings and living markets in the old city that have not been completely removed.
Although the environment here is somewhat complicated, there are still many rich people who choose to buy houses nearby.
One is for the convenience of life, and the other is because there is the most famous key junior high school in the city nearby.
The terrain of the school is higher, and there is a long street leading from the main entrance.
When Yunji walked to this street, he was just in time for the street lights to come on.
All kinds of small vendors occupy both sides of the street stepping on the waves after school, like a noisy river separating the world of fireworks and the world of luxury and gold.
Lively students poured out of the school in droves, chattering without being annoying.
As he walked, Yunji listened to these children happily discussing which stall to queue for, as if they had suffered a day at school just to welcome this happy moment.
Their happiness is so simple.
It seems that as long as you buy a fried skewer on the roadside, you are happy.
Yunji has lived for two lifetimes, but he has never eaten at a roadside stall.
The reason is very simple, he has no time.
Even when he was in junior high school, he would be picked up by the Yun family's car immediately after school.
He has too much homework to do besides the little things in school.
Yunji is very good at making friends with people.
Because when a person is regarded as a customer, he can perceive the potential needs of others very calmly and keenly.
It's like an indifferent mind-reading technique.
So much so that he doesn't need to have a heart-to-heart relationship with his classmates in school, and he can easily win the love of others.
Even more often, he doesn't need to win at all.
Because he can achieve remarkable excellence in all aspects.
And human beings are always attracted to strength.
So Yunji doesn't need to hang out with any classmates to play basketball, or make an appointment to buy fried skewers after school that everyone says is delicious.
In Yun Shichu's words, those are all invalid social interactions.
For a long time, Yunji also thought that he didn't need it.
What can be delicious on fried skewers?
Then he found himself stopped in front of a Kushikatsu truck.
Yunji watched the lotus root slices and sausage dipped in the batter rapidly expand in the golden hot oil, with fine bubbles churning all around, making a crisp sound of "Zrazla".
The air is filled with the characteristic aldehyde aroma of fried food.
A warm yellow low-wattage light bulb hangs in the middle of the fryer, and the students' bright expectations are reflected on the glass plate splashed with oil stars.
Yunji subconsciously lowered his head to hide his swallowing movements.
The boss noticed that he had been standing in front of the car for a while, and warmly raised a smiling face, "The boss is kind, would you like to have two skewers?"
Another kid surrounded by the car was also quite familiar, and he recommended it to Yunji, "This fried chicken fillet is delicious, brother, you can try it!"
The mask on Vanity Fair has been worn for a long time, but now that it is suddenly taken off, Yunji can't correct it.
His first reaction was to save face for the kid, and he smiled at him, and then found that he didn't bring his mobile phone or money with him.
"What's the matter? Why don't you leave?" Cong Lie saw that Yunji had stayed here for too long, and finally couldn't help following up, "Are you feeling well?"
"This brother wants to eat fried chicken fillets!" The kid had already got a bunch of freshly fried chicken fillets, and said to Cong Lie while taking a bite.
"Want to eat fried chicken tenders?" Cong Lie frowned and glanced at the boss's oily apron and the not-so-clear boiling oil in the pot, and just wanted to say that he could fry it for Yunji himself when he got home later.
But Yunji did glance at the chicken fillet in the kid's hand.
Although only a short glimpse.
Cong Lie took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the car glass, and said to the boss, "A bunch of fried chicken tenders, thank you."
He looked down at Yunji, "Do you want anything else?"
"I don't want to eat." Yunji turned to leave, but Cong Lie carefully grabbed his waist and pulled him back, "There are too many people now, don't go by yourself, someone will touch you later."
After finishing speaking, he still controlled Yunji's waist with one hand, and turned to the boss, "Please ask for another bunch of sausages, a bunch of vegetarian chicken, and a bunch of lotus root."
His voice was very hoarse, and he was still covered by a mask, but he still attracted the attention of the students next to him.
The little girls quickly covered their mouths and discussed excitedly.
They tried their best to lower their voices, but Yunji still heard the word "Cong Lie" clearly.
He looked up at Cong Lie.
Cong Lie must have heard it too, but he just stared at the fried skewers in the pot and waited quietly.
When the boss took out all the fried skewers, he bowed slightly and said to the boss, "Don't add chili, please add it normally, thank you."
"Okay!" The boss brushed the sauce, packed the fried skewers in a paper bag, and handed it to Cong Lie.
Cong Lie carefully protected Yunji's shoulders and led him out from a crowd of middle school students.
He changed the rope holding Zha Xiaoli, took out a bunch of fried chicken tenders from the bag, and carefully wrapped the end of the stick with a paper towel, "Want to find a place to sit down and eat?"
Yunji took the fried chicken tenderloin in his hand, but didn't answer his words, and took a bite as he walked.
The feeling of the crispy batter cracking in the mouth was very good, and even made Yunji feel a little bit like seeing each other late.
He glanced at the fried skewers in his hand with a little surprise, and took another bite.
Yunji has eaten a lot of fried food, including some so-called high-end dishes.
But he didn't know whether it was because he was hungry after walking for too long, or because of the fresh life near the school, but he actually felt that these two bites of fried chicken tenders gave him a sense of happiness and realism.
Cong Lie led Zha Xiaoli by the hand, and followed quietly on the side.
At first, he thought that because of Yunji's picky eaters, he would stop after one or two bites of each dish, so he specially ordered a few skewers for him to try.
Seeing that Yunji was about to finish eating a whole bunch of chicken tenders, he panicked a little.
Yunji's digestion wasn't very good in the first place, and now the injuries on his body haven't healed well.
Although there was nothing spicy and exciting, Cong Lie was also worried that he would not be able to digest so much greasy junk food.
He wanted to stop, but dared not.
When Yunji picked up the skewer of vegetarian chicken, Cong Lie pursed his lips, and asked him in a low voice: "Are you hungry? I'll make you something else to eat when you get home, instead of eating so much fried food, okay?" "
Yunji glanced at him, "It's nine and five yuan in total, I'll remember it, and I'll forward it to you on WeChat later."
Cong Lie was almost choked by him, he cleared his throat, but his voice still couldn't rise, "If you like to eat this, I will accompany you to buy it tomorrow. These are not easy to digest, so don't eat them today, okay?" ?”
"No, there will definitely be Yuji staying here tomorrow, and I won't come again." But Yunji hesitated a little, and put the uneaten vegetarian chicken back into the paper bag.
Yunji walked slowly, and when the two of them and the dog returned home, it was almost eight o'clock.
A layer of sweat broke out on his body, Yunji took a short shower, went back to the living room and continued to read the materials Fu Qing brought over.
As he promised, Cong Lie took some documents and went back to his attic early without making any sound.
Since his surgery, his eyesight has not fully recovered, and he gets tired easily after looking at things for a long time.
He took a walk today and is in good spirits.
Yunji doesn't know what state he will be in tomorrow, he just wants to finish watching it early so as not to worry about it.
Before ten o'clock, the flowers were already in a ball before his eyes, and he almost had to hold the paper in front of his eyes to see the words on it clearly.
So fascinated by watching, Yunji didn't even know when Cong Lie came over.
Until the sofa sank slightly, he felt that Cong Lie sat down beside him, without even looking at him, "What do you want?"
"Take a rest if you can't see clearly, or just like in the hospital, I'll read it to you, and you listen with your eyes closed." Cong Lie didn't dare to make his distress too obvious, and said it calmly.
The reason why Cong Lie was allowed to live here was for the convenience of work.
Yunji handed the contract to Cong Lie without any extra words, "Start reading from No.16."
Cong Lie read it word by word seriously.
He read very clearly, but his voice seemed to be made of broken copper, and there were fragmented scratches all the way.
After listening to it with his eyes closed, Yunji happily signed at several signing places, and picked up the next one by himself.
Cong Lie licked his lips and wanted to take the contract in his hand, but Yunji stepped aside, "I've rested, I can read it myself."
Cong Lie watched him take out a pair of glasses from under the coffee table and put them on, and licked his lips, "Let me read it to you, don't get tired..."
"Go to bed early, and leave me alone." Yunji interrupted him softly, unquestionably.
Cong Lie looked at his eyes flushed from fatigue, clenched his fingers slightly, got up and went upstairs.
Even if his mind is not tired, Yunji's physical condition does not allow him to stay up late.
After reading two more copies, he couldn't bear it and went to bed.
The next morning, after he washed up, he found that breakfast was on the table, with a note and a recording pen next to it.
The note reads:
"The contracts are all recorded, and they are read in the order of numbers. If it is too long, you can drive at double speed. I am in the yard, call me if you have anything to do."
Yunji turned on the recorder, and there was an audio file of nearly four hours in it.
He turned to look out the window.
The sun was so hot that it made everyone squint their eyes.
Cong Lie was watering the rose vines on the fence in the yard under the sun.
Those rose vine branches and leaves were skinny and yellowed, and they had been left unused on the birch fence for an unknown how long, as if they would not bloom this summer.
Yunji turned his gaze back, and picked up the sweet soy milk that was still steaming on the table.
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