worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

Hua Manman was by Song Ci's side, pouring hot water for him.

Song Ci closed his eyes, sitting on the sofa, his face was pale, even his lips were colorless.

The vomiting just now almost vomited out all the bile, and his stomach still feels very uncomfortable.

After the black cat's body was disposed of, Hua Manman trembled with anger: "I must find this person out, it's too much, what is this? Is this the so-called liking you?"

Song Ci took a sip of hot water and took a slow breath: "I don't think it was done by that fan."

Those four people really liked him, and he could tell that when the fan handed him the cake, his eyes were full of joy and anticipation, it wasn't just pretending.

Hua Manman took out her mobile phone: "When is this, are you still covering for that fan? I'll call Gao Ma right now!"

Song Ci took another sip of water, his eyes drooping.

After Hua Manman called Gao Quan, Gao Quan immediately asked Song Ci how the situation was and whether it was important, and then spoke a few words to Song Ci on the phone.

Then Gao Quan posted on the company's Weibo, saying that Song Ci will only accept letters from fans in the future, and will not accept other gifts. I hope everyone can understand.

In fact, he wanted to be stricter in his wording. He wanted to say that he refused to have an illegitimate child, and then he sent the photo of the dead black cat sent by that fan.

——Regardless of whether the black cat was made by that fan or not, as long as this Weibo is posted and exposed, it will definitely arouse the anger of the fans, and they will spontaneously defend the right owner. Will supervise others not to send.

This effect is the best.

But Song Ci was unwilling.

If the black cat's body is released, then those four fans will know what happened, and the fan who sent the cake will definitely be exposed, and she will be expelled from her fan status. What's more, she will encounter cyber violence.

Song Ci has experienced cyber violence, and he knows what it feels like.

What's more, he believes that the black cat was only released by someone with a heart, and has nothing to do with that fan. There is no need for innocent people to be hurt.

After the matter was dealt with, Hua Manman accompanied Song Ci while confirming various tasks.

Song Ci held water that had long run out of heat in his hands, and his complexion was extremely white. Against this shocking color, his eyeballs and eyelashes turned shockingly black, like a beauty made of porcelain .

Hua Manman observed his reaction from the corner of his eye.

Song Ci suddenly said, "I went to Lingxin Temple to ask for a lottery a few days ago."

"Ah?" Hua Manman pulled out her thoughts from her work, "What's wrong?"

Song Ci tilted his head to look at her expressionlessly: "The little master said that I have been murdered recently."

"Cheating?" Hua Manman's first reaction was to deny it, and quickly comforted him, "Song Ci, there are many charlatans who are just like this. First, amplify your fear, and then take the opportunity to sell their products."

Song Ci paused for a while, then took a sip of water very slowly, the light fell down and scattered on his cheeks, covering his cheeks with a layer of warm light, which seemed vague and unreal, as if his whole body was light and light. , as if it was about to disappear in place and fly away.

Hua Manman suddenly felt extremely uneasy, and she couldn't help reaching out to grab Song Ci, wanting to feel him, as if only in this way could she feel a little bit of security: "Song Ci?"

Song Ci hummed, and turned his head to look at her: "What?"

As always, it seemed that the horrible feeling was nothing more than a flowery illusion.

Hua Manman shook her head: "It's fine."

Song Ci stared straight ahead, but his vision was very illusory, as if falling in the void: "If I really have such a day, if I can't hide it anyway..."

Hua Manman suddenly interrupted him: "What nonsense! No way!"

Song Ci said to himself: "Then you all must forget me, and you must live your own life well. You are all flesh and blood people, and you don't necessarily have to revolve around a certain person. It is good to pass through this life in an ordinary way." .”

The author's first law of writing a book - all supporting characters are born for the protagonist.

But this is illogical in reality.

Everyone is the protagonist of their own life, there is no need to live around others.

What Song Ci said was so inexplicable, Hua Manman didn't have time to think about it, but felt that such Song Ci made her afraid, afraid that what he said would come true, she yelled: "Song Ci! If you talk about it again, I will be angry! I can't be angry! Then I won’t book a flight home for you without telling Gao Mama!”

For some reason, Song Ci gave a low laugh, but it wasn't his usual familiar smile.

In just a second, he widened his smile and rolled his eyes: "I'm just kidding you."

At this moment, Hua Manman couldn't tell whether she was more relieved or more annoyed after being frightened. She picked up the pillow and threw it on Song Ci's body, pretending to be angry: "Are you joking like this! Excessive! Don't say anything good, who doesn't want to live a long life? You are only in your 20s and you have thought about everything after your death! Do you think you are too busy!"

"Yes." Song Ci looked at her with a smile, "Then let me say something, I hope I can live, no matter what the price is, please let me stay by your side."

Just as Hua Manman was about to nod, she felt that his words were unspeakably inconsistent. She squinted her eyes and asked suspiciously: "What's the matter with you today? Are you scared? Why can't I listen to all the talking?" Do you understand?"

"How can I be scared, I'm not that timid." Song Ci stretched his waist, "Maybe I'm just a little tired, I'm going to sleep, you should go back and rest quickly."

Hua Manman scratched her hair and nodded.

Song Ci booked an evening ticket to fly back. When he was at the airport, Shan Yangxia sent him a message. The two chatted for a while, and then Song Ci said that he was going to board the plane. Coincidentally, Shan Yangxia happened to be at A City Airport wanted to spend the night with a friend, so he made an appointment with Song Ci to pick him up.

It was early morning when the plane landed.

Shan Yangxia was waiting for Song Ci at the exit of the airport, and the two hugged hard as soon as they met.

The two had indeed not seen each other for a long time.

Shan Yangxia put his arms around his shoulders: "Hey, let me tell you, Shixuan's new song will be released soon, and one of them was sung by me and him. I have dated him for three years. He finally wrote it! It's really amazing."

"At any rate, I wrote it for you." Song Ci glanced at him with a smile, "Although it's true that it's been a long time, good things take time."

Shan Yangxia shook his head, sighed, and asked curiously: "Oh, by the way, what's the matter with you? Why did you come back suddenly? Didn't you meet the director in City C?"

During this period of time, they have been in contact one after another, knowing each other's recent situation.

Shan Yangxia is planning to make a transition here, and is talking about an important movie script, and he will be able to join the group as soon as the talk is over.

Song Ci's expression was a bit strange: "...you don't know?"

"Ah? Should I know?" Shan Yangxia looked at him in confusion, and scratched his hair, "Did you tell me in advance?"

Song Ci took it for granted, looking at Shan Yangxia as if he was looking at an alien species: "Isn't it Valentine's Day tomorrow? Of course I came back to celebrate the festival."

Shan Yangxia: "..."

Shan Yangxia let go of Song Ci, and immediately drew a boundary line between him and himself: "Okay, we are people from two worlds from now on. Song Xiaoci, you are asking questions openly and secretly, that's too much!"

Song Ci couldn't help laughing out loud.

The two chatted for a while, and Shan Yangxia had to go back to accompany his friend, so he lent Song Ci his car and asked him to drive home. After all, it was not safe for an artist at this late hour.

When Song Ci sat in the driver's seat, he thought for a while whether he should call Ji Huai first.

But he felt that this time was really different. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and his birthday. Ji Huai was so moved when he came back overnight. He is such a piece of ice wood, he must not remember that Valentine's Day is coming.

With his thoughts settled, Song Ci happily drove home.

There are very few cars in the middle of the night, and the road is very spacious.

Suddenly, Song Ci's cell phone rang. While looking at Lu distractedly, he took the cell phone out of his pocket, glanced at the screen, and found that it was actually Ji Huai calling.

Um?Did Ji Huai call?Did he read it right?

Could it be that Ji Huai possesses the ability to predict the future?Does he have clairvoyant eyes and smooth ears, knowing that Song Ci is back?

The corners of Song Ci's lips curled, he tapped to answer, and then turned on the loudspeaker.

Ji Huai's voice sounded: "Are you sleeping?"

Song Ci huh?"I haven't slept yet."

The two of them paused for a while, their thoughts swirled, and they asked in unison, "Guess where I am now?"

The voices are overlapping, not a single word is bad.

Song Ci and Ji Huai were stunned at the same time.

Ji Huai gave a low laugh: "Xiao Ci, you're not in City A, are you?"

"Yeah," Song Ci was very confused, "Isn't it Valentine's Day tomorrow? I want to rush back to give you a surprise. I'm already on my way home."

Ji Huai raised his eyebrows over there: "Coincidentally, I also came here specially to accompany you. I'm at the airport in City C right now."

"My God," Song Ci stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, feeling regretful and inexplicably wanting to laugh, he sighed, "Then what shall we do? Book the nearest ticket to fly there? Then just wait a moment. "

He turned the steering wheel and planned to turn back to the airport, but couldn't help laughing out loud: "Ji Huai, you asked me to go home early and call you earlier, look at yourself, don't you Can you do it?"

Ji Huai's voice became calm again: "If this is the case, then I think the person who should reflect the most is you."

Song Ci: "...?"

Song Ci was unconvinced: "Why?"

"Reflect on what is the charm of yourself," Ji Huai said leisurely, "it makes me think about it day and night, and I finally found an opportunity and an excuse, and I can't wait to start the life of the king who will never go to court early. After a lot of work, I hope to come over and see you smiling and throwing yourself into my arms."

Song Ci: "..."

No, no, no, foul!

Song Ci suddenly felt like he was riding a hydrogen balloon, flying lightly, with a sweet smile on his face, corners of eyes, and brows.

"Then wait a minute," Song Ci cleared his throat, trying to hold back his laughter, not wanting Ji Huai to hear that he was shy, he said solemnly, "I'll fly over right away."

Ji Huai's voice softened: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Song Ci: "I'm already heading back—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a car driving in the opposite direction suddenly drove over in front of him and hit it straight.

There was a bang, the distance was too close, and there was no time to dodge. Song Ci's eyes reflected the dazzling white light from the large swathes of headlights. The only thing he could do was to slam the steering wheel.

But in the next moment, there was a loud bang, and the two cars collided together.

The whole world seemed to explode. Exploded.