actor, he refuses to remarry

The comment section is already full of noise.

[How can you be sure that Fang holds the trumpet? 】

[I also really want to know, I went to see it, but I didn't see that it was Fang Zhi's trumpet at all. 】

[Fang Zhi fans should stop directing and acting themselves, okay?Your brother is blocked and will never turn over again, is it okay to have a bit of b? 】

[Fang scumbag's fans still don't give up? 】

【Don't wash it, Fang Zhi is already muddy. 】

A lot of skeptical voices filled the comment area, and many people suspected that this was a big show directed and performed by Fang Zhi and Fang Zhi's fans, and it was a means to whitewash Fang Zhi's comeback in the entertainment industry in the future.

Faced with so many doubts, the blogger quickly updated another Weibo.

[Little Match, Little Match: I am really convinced, will I talk nonsense without evidence?Still whitewashed?Can you see for yourself?The first Weibo on that Weibo was almost ten years ago. Would Fang Zhi predict that he would be banned and prepare for his whitewashing ten years in advance? 】

[The class representative will help you draw the key points. This dog in your family who was waiting for you to come home had a boyfriend ten years ago, but they broke up later. Then his boyfriend was in the entertainment industry. He put a cuckold on him and quit the circle for many years. , is now back, his acting skills are very good, he is also an actor himself, this microblog has been updated every day for ten years, and it has not been updated since Fang Zhi's press conference not long ago, except for Fang Zhi, can you find out the second A suitable person, me and your surname. 】

[Looking at that Weibo trumpet... I feel emotional, if it is really Fang Zhi, then Fang Zhi is too infatuated. 】

[Agreed, most people really can't last ten years...he posts it every day. 】

[No matter how infatuated, so what, he is not a domestic violence man!Isn't he a dead pervert who shoots video secretly? ! 】

[From Weibo, Fang Zhi loves Ji Yanzhi very much, why is he willing to beat Ji Yanzhi? 】

[Fuck, I just turned over Fang Zhi's trumpet and found out that Fang Zhi still suffers from depression? 】

【? ? ? 】

[This is starting to sell out... Sooner or later, I will return to the entertainment industry to make money. 】

[A passer-by said that at the press conference, he only said that Ji Yanzhi had PTSD, and didn't mention anything about his depression. If he wanted to sell it badly, he would have sold it badly. 】

【…】

Ji Yanzhi looked at the discussion of netizens one by one like a tide, he turned around, his back pressed against the wall in cold sweat, and opened Fang Zhi's Weibo account with trembling fingers.

He had seen this Weibo account once.

At that time, he always commented on himself, but after being smashed by him, he was blocked by himself.

He never clicked in to see...

Ji Yanzhi's breathing tightened suddenly, and he felt as if he was tightly entangled by a tentacle. Every time his heart beat, it would be tightened a little, until he could no longer breathe, almost suffocating.

This Weibo was last updated half a year ago.

Netizens may not know that date, but Ji Yanzhi knows better than anyone else that it was not just before the press conference, but——

The day they divorced, to be more precise, was half an hour after their divorce.

Fang Zhi wrote on Weibo [It turns out that not all obsessions will have repercussions, there have been regrets and unwillingness, but now, I only have deep blessings for him, and hope that you will be well in the future. 】

Ji Yanzhi's nose was sharply sore, and the dull pain from his heart made him unable to stand still. He leaned against the wall, squatted down slowly, and looked at Fang Zhi's smiles one by one with blurred eyes. Bo.

[He lost his temper with me today, and I was also very angry. I wanted to quarrel with him, but I held back, praised myself twice, and rewarded myself for taking one less medicine. What a dick. 】

[I think depression seems to be like this. It’s not as scary as I said. It’s just annoying to not be able to sleep at night. My assistant said that I often cry suddenly by myself for no reason. Why didn’t I notice it? Maybe it’s because I’m getting older. Be sentimental (dog head). 】

[He brought that man back as a guest today, and I have to cook, hum!Give him chili!Abnormal spicy! 】

Ji Yanzhi's pupils suddenly tightened.

The rhythm of his chest heaving and rising seemed to have slowed down. He stared at the phone, and Dou Da's teardrops suddenly hit the screen and landed on the glaring Weibo.

[I heard him tell his friend at the door that he threw our ring in, and he also said that he would never forgive me.I was still holding the medical certificate of depression in my hand, and I seemed to want him to hug me, as if to tell him that I was sick, and I really wanted to hear him tell me that the baby is fine, and I will accompany you to recover...]

Ji Yanzhi's fingers kept trembling, he couldn't watch it anymore.

These microblogs, which carried Fang Zhi's past and his heartfelt thoughts, became sharp swords quenched with poison on this night, piercing Ji Yanzhi's heart one by one.

He covered his mouth and let out an uncontrollable cry of pain from his throat.

He and Fang Zhi...

Why did it come to this day?

He didn't want to see Fang Zhi suffer so much, but now all the facts are being told to him.

Internet violence, insults all over the sky, unfounded charges, embarrassment of lack of money, dignity that has to be lowered to make a living...

Fang Zhi is going through everything he has experienced, really and truly.

Ji Yanzhi's shoulders trembled violently, and he didn't know how long it took before he stood up from the ground exhausted, wiped away his tears with his sleeves, put on his mask, and turned back to the ward.

Fang Zhi was still sleeping peacefully, Ji Yanzhi sat by the bed, looked at him for a while, and stared at Fang Zhi's Weibo account for a while.

At dawn, when a new day came, Ji Yanzhi finally read almost all of his Weibo in the past ten years.

In fact, he had thought about what kind of life Fang Zhi lived during the seven years he left, whether he thought of himself, and whether he forgot every day they had agreed upon.

Now he knows.

He didn't forget, he always remembered himself.

He remembers his birthday, their anniversaries, his mother's birthday...

Every beautiful evening, Fang Zhi would take a picture of the sky, because he likes it.

He also went abroad to watch a band's farewell performance, because it was Ji Yanzhi's favorite band, and they made an appointment to see that band's last performance.

He bought two tickets and went alone.

All their promises were engraved by Fang Zhi into every minute and every second of the ten years.

Ji Yanzhi couldn't describe his remorse and regret at this moment, he was too uncomfortable, the dull pain like being pinched by someone made him almost collapse.

Fang Zhi on the bed moved slightly.

Just as Ji Yanzhi adjusted his breathing, he saw his eyelids tremble twice, opened his eyes, and woke up.

He stood up excitedly from the bed.

Fang Zhian looked at him quietly.

In the silence and wordlessness where the four eyes met, too many emotions were melted away by being wrapped.

Then Fang Zhi slightly misaligned his gaze, supported his body, sat up, and said hoarsely, "You...why are you here."

Ji Yanzhi: "...Yang Jie has something to do, and Chen Yifan's wife told him to go home."

Fang Zhi was silent for a while, then nodded, and said softly, "Thank you."

Ji Yanzhi glanced at the medicines on the cabinet, his brows could not help but frown, and he asked Fang Zhi: "Are you in good health?"

Fang Zhi smiled palely, except for the moment he woke up, he never looked at Ji Yanzhi directly.

"I'm...all fine."

Ji Yanzhi's breathing tightened.

He's lying, he's depressed, he's not okay.

Fang Zhi scratched his hair, then looked for his mobile phone, his voice was very low and hoarse, speaking anxiously: "I'm fine, are you tired too? I'll call a car for you, you go back, I'll just wait for Yang Jie to come and help me get out of the hospital."

Ji Yanzhi: "Are you driving me away?"

Fang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "The two of us were photographed, the influence is not good, let's go back earlier."

Ji Yanzhi looked at him silently.

After a long time, he said: "People on the Internet said that you have depression."

"Ah?" Fang Zhi finally looked over, a bit surprised on his pale and bloodless face, and then he smiled, "Fuck, who the hell made up rumors about me? Mom won't let me go, they are depressed, and their whole family is depressed."

He spoke clearly and honestly, and the smile on his face was so genuine, if Ji Yanzhi hadn't seen the medical certificate with his own eyes, even he would have been deceived by Fang Zhi.

Just as Ji Yanzhi was about to speak, Fang Zhi interrupted him: "Can you call a doctor for me? I'm a little dizzy."

He frowned and held his head as he spoke.

Ji Yanzhi nodded: "Okay."

When Ji Yanzhi returned to the ward with the doctor, he saw brand new 500 yuan bills on the cabinet, and there was no trace of Fang Zhi.

The doctor was a little surprised: "This..."

Ji Yanzhi didn't expect Fang Zhi to leave without saying goodbye, and his heart was full of indescribable feelings.

He called Bai Yueyue and asked her to send a car to the hospital to pick him up.

After smoking two cigarettes at the back door of the hospital, Bai Yueyue came.

Ji Yanzhi bent down and got into the car, just as he took off his mask, Bai Yueyue gossiped: "Brother Yan, did you see the trending searches?"

"Fang Zhi's Weibo account?" Ji Yanzhi said lightly, "I saw it."

Bai Yueyue frowned: "If it's really Fang Zhi's Weibo account, that would be too exciting."

Ji Yanzhi froze for a moment, and asked back: "Do you think that's not his trumpet?"

Bai Yueyue: "Fang Zhi himself denied it."

Ji Yanzhi couldn't help but "click" in his heart, "What did you say?"

Bai Yueyue frowned: "Brother Yan, you don't know? Just now, Fang Zhi asked Yang Jie to help him declare that he had never had such a small Weibo account on the Internet, and that if anyone slandered him, he would directly A lawyer's letter has been sent. Now that trumpet has been cancelled. It may be that the person pretending to be guilty should cancel it."

"Oh yes, Fang Zhi also said..."