After the divorce, the whole world is waiting for us to get back together

The seldom-visited woods were originally quiet. Cheng Xi could hear the sound of Meng Zhijin's footsteps over the branches.

In fact, there is no need to talk about what has passed. Not only is it boring, but it makes people feel resentful and petty.

But she is stingy and has resentment.

It seemed that the scab that had already formed was being pried off with a fingernail.

It was bloody, and the new flesh didn't grow well at all.

It's just fine on the surface.

There is no camera between the two people, it seems that the bridge connecting them is missing, and the tranquility has changed.

Meng Zhijin remained silent and did not answer for a long time.

The sugar ball that had been rolling on her heart for the past few days melted the sugar-coated lemon, and the taste of the lemon spilled out, leaving only the sourness that gradually spread.

Cheng Xi's past back injury was aggravated by an accident she had never participated in, but it was an accident caused by her.

The weather may change from sunny to heavy rain, but the relationship between people has never been like this.

The dark clouds piled up in the sky will always be layer upon layer until the rope can't control the rainstorm and it pours down.

No one wants to recall unpleasant memories. Cheng Xi shook the heavy basket in her hand, and changed the subject: "The marketing account said that you lost weight because of your role. Now it seems that you should be refined."

Meng Zhijin nodded, "After the filming of "Mo" ended, I did a little exercise."

Cheng Xi looked at Meng Zhijin's T-shirt that couldn't hold up well on her shoulders, tore it off and said, "There's nothing wrong with it."

"It's okay." Meng Zhijin replied indifferently.

As she spoke, she put Cheng Xi's slightly cool arms up and down against Cheng Xi's thighs, showing some strength: "It will slowly come back."

This sounded familiar.

Cheng Xi remembered that Meng Zhijin also said the same thing in the rest room of the studio last time.

The similar tone overlapped with indifference and calmness, and the side face reflected in the mirror seemed to be really speaking to himself.

Just as Cheng Xi finished saying this, she saw signs that Meng Zhijin was about to turn her head around again.

She couldn't explain why she was suddenly nervous. She put one hand on Meng Zhijin's face to pin her movements: "Keep an eye on the road and don't get distracted."

This was not only for Meng Zhijin but also for Cheng Xi herself.

I don't have a camera anymore and I'm still thinking about something here.

Go down the mountain quietly.

The way down the mountain was not easy, so Meng Zhijin carefully carried Cheng Xi down.

Yu Tong is squatting in the potato field to rest, maybe he is really tired, his usual delicacy is gone, Cheng Xi can already foresee that when the show is broadcast to this scene, there will be another member of the emoji pack army Titans.

Noticing that Cheng Xi was carried down by Meng Zhijin, everyone around, including the staff, panicked.

Yu Tong ran straight over, eyes full of nervousness: "Sister Cheng Xi! What's wrong with you?!"

"I fell." Cheng Xi replied calmly, and got off Meng Zhijin's back with the help of the staff.

After resting all the way, she didn't feel the pain in her waist when she was standing up like when she fell down just now.

It shouldn't be a big deal after all.

"I fell, where did I fall? Head? Ankle? Or butt? Let me see..." Otherwise, Yu Tong didn't know where she came from, and she cared about Cheng Xi in a panic.

It's just that before she could actually check it out, she was stopped by Xu Changyan with a black face.

Compared to Yu Tong's nervous and noisy, Xu Changyan was much calmer and asked, "Mr. Cheng, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Need not."

"want."

The two replied at the same time.

But not in unison.

"No need." Cheng Xi repeated to Meng Zhijin again, "I'll go back and see if Xiaowu has put a plaster on me, and I'll be fine if I wake up tomorrow morning, and it's not too late to go to the hospital. Don't delay the recording of the show."

Meng Zhijin frowned upon hearing this.

She didn't know where Cheng Xi suddenly got so much professionalism.

It was as if a thread from the past was tugging at Meng Zhijin's nerves.

She paused for a moment, and then asked back: "Can you guarantee to me that your fall will be fine until tomorrow?"

Meng Zhijin's cold eyes did not know when it suddenly became deeper and deeper, and there was no room for retreat in the rhetorical question.

Cheng Xi felt a tough attitude from Meng Zhijin that she had never felt before, she didn't even make jokes, nodded, and agreed.

The recording location of the program group is remote and the medical equipment is insufficient. Cheng Xi has to go back to the city if he wants to go to the hospital.

Fortunately, the program team didn't dare to be negligent, and soon provided Cheng Xi with a car. Xu didn't want to miss any available material, and Cheng Xi's accompanying film crew also got into the car.

Cheng Xi looked down at Qi Ming's message that she had arrived at the hospital, and said to the driver, "We can go."

But the driver seemed to have something to say.

Before he could speak, the closed car door was pulled open again.

Meng Zhijin got into the car.

Cheng Xi was a little surprised: "I can go by myself, Sister Ming is already waiting for me in the hospital."

But Meng Zhijin said otherwise: "Your accompanying PD can go, but I can't?"

After saying that, she closed the car door and sat in the back row of the car with Cheng Xi alone.

I don't know if it's because Meng Zhijin's rare toughness that remained in Cheng Xi's mind just now has not dissipated. This time, she didn't tease her stubbornly.

The car started slowly, and the mountains and rivers were receding. Cheng Xi looked at the misty scenery outside the window when it was gone long ago, and asked suddenly: "We haven't made an official announcement yet, are you afraid of being caught by my paparazzi?" I'll make a fuss for you if I get it?"

"They dare not." Meng Zhijin replied.

Not afraid.

But dare not.

Yesterday, Meng Zhijin's studio issued a lawyer's letter suing BlackBerry Entertainment, and the signature was stamped with the name of Meng Zhijin's father's law firm.

Don't talk about the entertainment industry, even if you look at the whole country, seeing the name of this firm doesn't make you feel scared.

The super high winning rate and the defense reversal of several major cases are simply synonymous with whoever is his opponent is doomed to failure.

When Meng Zhijin first debuted, there were a lot of illegitimate births, rumors and scandals, but they were all dealt with in a focused manner and made an example of others.

Now that she has returned to China after a two-year absence, it can be considered as an example to others, letting others know that she is still a person not to be trifled with.

They used to be so familiar, of course Cheng Xi knew the meaning of it.

She just looked at the gradually receding mountains outside the window, not knowing where her thoughts fell, and asked again: "Why didn't you leave that day?"

The question was about how she was harassed by an illegitimate child that day, and she ran out of the unit door and crashed into Meng Zhijin's arms.

According to the time of going up and down the stairs twice, no matter how bad Meng Zhijin's driver was, he should have turned around and driven her away by then.

Meng Zhijin looked at Cheng Xi, her eyes paused.

Some clouds were pushed by the wind to hide in front of the sun, covering the originally clear mountain stream with an impenetrable fog.

Meng Zhijin gave a faint "Oh" and explained: "I found the lipstick you dropped in the car, and I want to return it to you."

"I found out later that I made a mistake. It was Xiao Qi's spare lipstick in the car."

Meng Zhijin spoke very calmly, calmly as if describing a harmless oolong.

Cheng Xi also said "Oh" just like Meng Zhijin just now.

Faint, the clear soup is so watery that it is almost impossible to hear any emotion, or it contains deeper emotions.

The beautiful red nails were reflected on the window, Cheng Xi held her chin, and said in a self-deprecating way: "I thought it would be a romantic story about some hero who sensed the danger and chose to stay to save the beauty."

Meng Zhijin lowered her eyes and did not speak.

The car soon arrived at the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The sun at noon slanted slightly, and it was not as dazzling as when we left.

Cheng Xi had a back injury before, and Qi Ming went to find the old gentleman who had treated her before.

"Miss Cheng's waist fell this time is not serious, but you should rest well and don't do too much physical work." The old man inserted the last needle into the corresponding acupuncture point carefully and steadily.

Then he slowly withdrew his gaze, looked at Meng Zhijin who was at the side, and told the two of them in a not so loud voice: "There should be an appropriate amount of things in that regard."

I don't know if the old gentleman's still clear eyes are connected with what he said, making people feel embarrassed, Cheng Xi's face became hot, and she quickly waved her hands to explain: "No, we are not."

"Ah?" The old man was stunned for a moment, and then saw the camera facing them, as if trying to understand something, he said, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Cheng Xi waved her hand.

"I'll come over in half an hour to get Miss Cheng's needle," said the old man.

"Okay." Qi Ming nodded, and went out with him at the old man's signal.

Because the artists really need to rest, the staff of the program group who accompanied the filming also went out wisely.

Only Cheng Xi and Meng Zhijin were left in the room. I wonder if the embarrassment of being misunderstood by the old man just now has not passed, and this area is a little quiet at the moment.

Cheng Xi was lying on the clean hospital bed, her vision was limited, but her thoughts were taking advantage of the opportunity.

She also didn't know how the old man accurately found out that Meng Zhijin was a match for her from the people in this room.

She couldn't remember whether Meng Zhijin was there when she came here a few times before.

Thinking about it, Cheng Xi felt her eyelids gradually getting heavy.

Xu Shi spent too much energy climbing up the mountain this morning, and soon she fell asleep.

But I didn't really fall asleep.

A fox is a very guarded animal. In such a strange place, he just closed his eyes and squinted for a while, without even having a dream.

But that's enough rest.

Cheng Xi lazily opened her eyes, wanting to see if half of the three or ten minutes had passed, but saw Meng Zhijin sleeping on the wrought iron chair in front of the window on one side of the room.

Compared to other people Cheng Xi has met, Meng Zhijin sleeps pretty well.

The hair fell from her slightly drooping head, covering most of her face, and she couldn't see her sleeping face.

She wrapped her arms around her, her body was still deadly straight, only her shoulders relaxed, but only a little bit.

The slightly bitter medicinal fragrance lingers in the room, inexplicably matching the person in front of Cheng Xi.

Not knowing if she sensed that she was being watched, Meng Zhijin twitched her eyelashes a few times and opened her eyes.

She looked at Cheng Xi's gaze towards her, there was a moment of confusion in her eyes when she just woke up, and then she regained her composure, and asked, "When did you wake up?"

Cheng Xi looked at Meng Zhijin, and inexplicably felt a little naughty in her heart.

She rested her chin on her folded arms, and said with her face half sideways: "It's just 5 minutes since you performed sitting and sleeping here."

There was a bright smile in those fox-like eyes, and his words were full of ridicule.

Meng Zhijin didn't feel ashamed when she heard it, she just said, "Just now I wanted to ask you if you're better, now I know you're better."

She might be really tired.

The voice was not clear, so he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes again as he spoke.

It's just that Meng Zhijin hadn't closed her eyes for a long time before she heard Cheng Xi's voice coming from her ear.

The afternoon sun was still bright and dazzling, Meng Zhijin sat in the light, and Cheng Xi was wrapped in the light in the center of her vision.

The loose clothes were lifted up, revealing the waist that was not full, and the smooth lines of the spine.

Her fair skin is like a mountain of jade carvings, rolling up and down, extraordinarily beautiful, but the few silver needles standing upright in the eyes cannot be ignored, and it hurts to look at it.

But Cheng Xi didn't seem to care, or got used to it.

The little face resting on the arm moved slightly, and invited him actively: "Mr. Meng, if you don't mind, come on the bed and let's squeeze together?"

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