The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

The day when Cong Lie was going to move house happened to be the weekend.

The time to move was in the afternoon, and he cooked a big table for lunch, and called Liang Chao and Yun Shu over to eat together.

Cong Lie was not allowed to interfere with the cooking except Yun Shu.

While waiting for the meal, Liang Chao sat at the dining table, kept his head down, and checked his reposted lottery draws one by one on Weibo, and it was no surprise that none of them won.

After a while, he saw Yunji walking slowly with a glass of water, he quickly dragged out the chair beside him, pulled out the cushion behind him to cushion Yunji, got up and helped him, "Boss Yun, slow down."

"No need," Yunji smiled, "I'm much better, I should go to work next week."

"Then you have to be careful. The injury is so severe. If it's not too urgent, it's better to delay the work for a few days." Liang Chao subconsciously touched Yunji's water glass.

warm.

Only then did he feel relieved and continued: "If you don't need your help, you can send me directly, don't worry about it yourself."

"Well, thanks to you guys taking care of me, it's been very hard during this time." Yunji propped his elbows on the dining table, and asked casually, "I went to see Cong Lie's throat before, but why didn't he feel better?"

Speaking of this, Liang Chao wanted to sigh.

The last time Cong Lie didn't bother to do the operation, he ran home and guarded Yunji.

The next day, Liang Chao asked him when he would make another appointment with an expert, and Cong Lie said he would have to wait another two weeks.

His original words were: "No matter what it grows, it will not be short of two weeks."

After staying by Cong Lie's side for so long, if Liang Chao still couldn't figure out what he was thinking, it would be a waste of being an assistant for so long.

Cong Lie was nothing more than worried that since he had just moved away, Yunji would not be able to take care of him for a while, and something would go wrong.

Cong Lie took his time, just like the sick person is not himself, he should buy vegetables and cook every day.

Especially after Liang Chao learned that Cong Lie had learned to play the violin these two days, he didn't know where to start and felt outrageous, "Violin? It's hard to get started in such a short time, right? How could you start practicing Bach in just a few days...you What's the use of learning the violin?"

They were in a funeral goods store at the time.

Looking at the whole row of shrouds with complete styles and exquisite embroidery, Liang Chao's entire world view was about to be distorted.

"I used to know four kinds of bowed stringed instruments, and they have a strong commonality in learning. And now I just learned to save face, and I'm not proficient." Cong Lie carefully looked at a rosewood urn with a clean face, "I wrote to him before. The tunes are not soft enough to be played on guitar and piano, just practice these few pieces well.”

Liang Chao opened his mouth and asked him with great difficulty: "You went to the company to practice the violin in the middle of the night, just to record the music you wrote into a tape to lull Mr. Yun to sleep?"

"Leave it to Yun Shu then." Cong Lie said calmly, looking at the price of the urn.

Liang Chao had never regretted being recruited as Cong Lie's assistant so much in his entire life.

If he won a flat on Weibo early, he would definitely run away and never have to face the scene in front of him: Cong Lie was seriously picking out an urn for himself.

Cong Lie even asked him: "Will this one be stronger? Or should I buy a spare one? If it breaks after a long time, the person in charge of taking care of it will help me change it? It doesn't matter, I'm afraid of them Get rid of the photos I brought with me."

At that time, Liang Chao felt that he was about to crack before the urn.

It is called Tiantian not working, and the earth is not working.

But now when Yunji asked about Cong Lie's voice, Liang Chao could only scratch his head, "He...is taking medicine, maybe it's taking a long time to take effect."

This is not a lie, Cong Lie has been doing atomization treatment, but he has been procrastinating not to go to the surgery for confirmation.

Yunji didn't speak, just looked at him.

Liang Chao's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

Yunji's eyes were soft and clear, reminding him of the lake under the moonlight.

But there is a kind of iridescent sharpness hidden under that calmness, which seems to see through him at once.

Holding the frosted glass, Yunji's voice remained calm, "Will his September album be released on time?"

Liang Chao's back instantly became thick with sweat.

He groaned secretly.

Now compared to Cong Lie, he is even more frightened.

After all, Cong Lie was just straightforwardly cold and arrogant, while Yunji had a kind of inscrutable depth and alertness, which was much more difficult to deal with than Cong Lie.

He only dared to play sloppy with Yunji, "In fact, several songs in the album have already been recorded, and we can play them one by one. If his voice can improve quickly, he can also play the whole album. But Maybe the former one works better."

Yunji smiled and said "Oh" very lightly, as if he really just asked a question that didn't hurt or itch.

Even if he was dismissed, he was basically satisfied.

The pressure on Liang Chao did not go away.

He stretched his back and explained to Yunji: "Don't worry, it's nothing, really, I'll follow Brother Lie to the hospital."

Yunji was in poor health, and Cong Lie had taught Liang Chao not to let a fart in front of Yunji.

If Cong Lie knew that he was getting angry with Yunji, he might just take him away.

"Well, I believe you." Yunji didn't seem to want to continue discussing this issue, and started chatting with him about the latest stocks.

When Yun Shu came out with the dishes, Liang Chao was enthusiastically increasing the leverage under Yunji's guidance, and he had completely forgotten what he had just talked about.

After a table of people had eaten, Cong Lie took Liang Chao upstairs to pack up.

In fact, he doesn't have many things, mainly the equipment that can't help bumping into it. Liang Chao's small car can't fit so many shockproof boxes.

Yun Shu inserted the tape that Cong Lie had just given him into the player, and the sound of the violin came out from the stereo.

Yunji was leaning on the sofa, scratching Zha Xiaoli's belly.

Hearing the music, he looked up at Yun Shu, "Where did this tape come from?"

"Cong Lie said he asked someone to buy it, let me try to see if there is any playback problem." Yun Shu said without looking back, turning his back to Yunji.

The soothing strings of the violin gradually covered the floor in the afternoon sun.

Yunji listened quietly, without saying anything.

The people from the moving company came soon, and Liang Chao directed several elder brothers to move out.

Cong Lie walked towards the sofa and knelt down beside Yunji, "You can come to me no matter what time or anything you need."

Yunji lowered his head to avoid his gaze, "I can find you if I need anything."

Cong Lie pulled the blanket from the sofa next to him and laid it on Yunji's lap, "Anything is fine. Work and life."

He rubbed Yunji's fingers lightly, almost piously, "At the beginning I said I would not pester you, but now I have done it. Treat me as a former colleague and reward me, okay?"

Yunji lowered his eyes, and as soon as he raised his eyes, Cong Lie interrupted him, "Forget it, don't worry about it, you can do whatever you want."

"You..." Cong Lie swallowed slightly, as if he had swallowed a lot of words.

He pursed his lips, without looking into Yunji's eyes, "Take care of yourself."

Yunji looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and finally said softly, "Okay."

In less than an hour, Cong Lie walked away with all his things and people.

Cha Xiaoli bit his dog leash and ran all over the room.

Yun Shu stayed at Yunji's house for the weekend, and squatted down to get the leash from the chubby dog's mouth, "Cha Xiaoli, give it to me."

Zha Xiaoli glanced at him, twisted his hips, ran to a small stool and squatted down.

It was Cong Lie's stool.

When he was hospitalized, Yunji lay on the bed for too long, and his activity level could only be increased slowly.

He usually goes for a walk nearby after dinner in the evening.

Every time he came back from walking and took a shower, Cong Lie would sit on the small stool and rub his legs, saying it was the doctor's order.

Yun Shu looked at Zha Xiaoli, puzzled, "You let this stool take you out?"

Yunji got up and walked over, bent over and stretched out his hand towards the little chubby dog.

Zha Xiaoli drooped his big ears and spat out the dog leash from his mouth in aggrieved manner.

Taking Zha Xiaoli out the door, Yunji realized that the wall of sluggish roses were actually blooming a few sporadic flowers against the scorching sun of July.

It's not beautiful, it even looks like one or two pink wounds on the dark green vine wall.

But along with the warm wind, a few wisps of delicate fragrance are sent.

--

Yunji's body was already more than half healed, and he soon returned to work.

Since Cong Lie moved away, as he promised, he never contacted Yunji again.

Even though Yunji didn't completely slack off during his illness, Hanhai still had a lot of work backlogged.

He adjusted his rhythm, basically seven in the morning and seven in the evening, and his life was fairly regular.

Yun Shu's elementary school semester was only two weeks old, and it was over soon.

After the summer vacation, I went to Yunji's house to turn on the air conditioner and watch TV every day, and basically took over three meals a day at home.

Originally, Yunji felt that life might go on in such a dull and busy way, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Then something happened to Han Hai.

It started with a series of inexplicable withdrawals.

When Liao Bingqiao was soaring, a large amount of capital flowed in, and a lot of capital was squeezed out to take a ride in the vast sea.

But now, within a day, two shareholders holding more than 5.00% of the shares expressed their willingness to bear all the consequences and forcibly withdraw their shares.

And it was as if they had sounded a rallying call, and there were shareholders who wanted to withdraw continuously, and no matter what conditions Yunji put forward, they couldn't keep them.

Hanhai is no longer the unicycle that Yunji can push alone.

Money is like fuel in a vast ocean.

If there is no money, all projects will face suspension and abortion.

This is simply not something that Yunji can reverse on his own.

Misfortunes never come singly, and the next thing that started to go wrong was propaganda.

There were originally a lot of publicity on the Internet about the newcomers and participating projects of Hanhai.

It was also within a short period of one or two days that a lot of promotional content was blocked and taken off the shelves for no reason, and the data began to plummet.

But within three to five days, Hanhai's stock price plummeted and almost bottomed out.

It seems that there is an invisible big hand slowly crushing the ephemerality of the vast sea.

Fu Qing was very anxious.

But she didn't dare to complain to Yunji, because she felt that Yunji would only suffer more than her.

But when she entered the office a few times, she saw Yunji calmly sitting in front of the desk and sending emails, as if the whole building was about to collapse and had nothing to do with him.

In the end, she couldn't bear it any longer, and asked him leaning on the gathered table, "What should we do now? If this continues, we won't even be able to survive July."

When she saw clearly the contract that Yunji put on the table, she became even more uncertain, "Are you going to hand over the artist? Yunji, what do you mean?"

"It's nothing interesting. If the vast sea can't make it through, I don't need others to accompany me to sink the ship. I will prepare for everyone's way out in advance, including you." Yunji is still calm and calm, "Now these methods of drawing salary from the bottom of the pot come from my own Dad, no one is more familiar with it than me."

Fu Qing couldn't believe it, "Uncle Yun?"

"He is using his words to force me to go back to Yun's house." Yunji looked at his mailbox, and said concisely, "Today is the deadline he gave."

Fu Qing took a deep breath, "Then what are you going to do now?"

--

Half an hour later, Yunji pushed open the door of Yun's house.

Yun Shichu was in the study, when he heard footsteps, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea, "You finally know you were wrong."

Quiet.

"No." Yunji's voice was soft and clear.

Yun Shichu raised his eyes, looking past the frameless flower mirror, "Then what are you doing here?"

Yunji was silent for a few seconds, and finally said clearly: "I voluntarily renounce the right of inheritance, and hope to publicly dissolve the father-son relationship between us."

"Click."

The hand-pressing cup for the chicken pot in the Chenghua period was placed firmly on the tabletop of huanghuali wood.

Yun Shichu seemed to have expected this moment, he just leaned back and looked at Yunji calmly.

"When you open the bow, there is no turning back. Yunji." He seemed to be sure of winning, "I advise you to stay calm and decide whether to be reckless in 10 minutes."

It seems that someone is coming downstairs.

Yunji was very familiar with the calm and arrogant footsteps.

--------------------

The author has something to say:

感谢在2022-07-0919:42:13~2022-07-1009:24:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Tanhen, diu1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：北岛100瓶；陈年老脂20瓶；都奇10瓶；云遮月、流格、落风、冬虫夏草不是草2瓶；秋白、咕叽、50292180、present1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!