The reborn sycophant

No one answered her.

The man was still in a coma and couldn't hear her questions and couldn't answer her.

But this question will not remain unanswered and will not be brought up again like those previous questions.It has become a wound in Zhao Ji's heart. If there is no answer to heal it, the blood on the wound will continue to flow.

She will always be in pain.

That night, Wei Chuyan's fever subsided, and when Chou Shi suddenly opened her eyes from the darkness, her chest heaved violently.

Then, a soft hand covered her left face.

"It's not that hot anymore."

Zhao Ji said something in a low voice, his voice was lifeless, like a wilted flower that had been exposed to the sun.

It was still hot all over, Wei Chuyan lifted the quilt, sat up propped on the bed, sweat dripped down his neck, shimmering under the moonlight, very sexy.

Zhao Ji did not stop for a moment for this beautiful scenery, her mood at the moment was extremely depressed.

Wei Chuyan didn't notice it for a while, she looked at the night sky outside the window, and was a little confused for a while, whether she had slept for a while or slept for several days, she rubbed her forehead and asked Zhao Ji: "What's wrong with me?"

It's been a long time since she felt so drowsy. The last time she was splitting up, she couldn't quite feel the passage of time, but there was still a slight difference between the two feelings.

Physical fatigue is clearer during differentiation, but at this time, it is completely mental fatigue.

Thinking of her previous questioning and struggle, Wei Chuyan guessed that she might have had this dream for a long time.

"The night before yesterday, you suddenly developed a high fever, and your whole body burned like a quick flint. I changed your clothes and quilt several times, and now you are drenched again."

When Wei Chuyan touched the clothes, his hands were really wet.

"Fortunately, the fever has subsided today. Seeing that you can still ask me what's wrong with you so calmly, you shouldn't be a fool with the fever."

Zhao Ji's mood is still not high.The contrast between this and her usual self was too great, even though Wei Chuyan was still a little unconscious, she also noticed something was wrong.

"What's wrong with you? Are you too tired? Why are you so weak?"

I also know that she is in a coma, and Zhao Ji may have guarded her for a long time, but no matter how long it is, he should be happy to see her wake up, why is there no joy on his face?

Wei Chuyan asked a few more times, Zhao Ji then turned his head, suspicion, nostalgia, fiery love... all kinds of emotions in his eyes were intertwined, like the vast starry sky, bright and mysterious, called Wei Chu Yan could not see her clearly at a glance.

"Who is that Zhao Ji you mentioned in your dream?"

Under Zhao Ji's gaze, Wei Chuyan's pupils shrank violently: "What, what?"

Zhao Ji turned his head away in disappointment, hugged his knees tightly, and stared at the lake-blue quilt with absent-minded eyes: "You said a lot of things when you were unconscious. Most of them I couldn't understand, but if you want to hear them, I can repeat it to you." She turned back again, staring quietly at Wei Chuyan, like a lost cat: "Do you want to listen?"

Wei Chuyan leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the texture of the wood on the top of the bed, his expression was a little complicated.

In fact, there is no need to listen.Ever since Zhao Ji asked "Who is that Zhao Ji", she knew that she might have told most of the secrets in a coma.

She shook her head at Zhao Ji, and in her cold eyes, melancholy flowed like moonlight.

Zhao Ji turned his eyes away, and sneaked up on her sleeve with one hand, stretching the thin clothes out of shape: "Okay, if you don't listen, it's my turn to listen. Then tell me, What do you mean by 'wrong' and 'yes' in your dream? Why do you say that you are sorry for Zhao Ji? And why do you say that Zhao Ji is sorry for you?"

The girl's voice was soft and clear. After asking a series of questions, each question was so sharp that it was hard to resist. Wei Chuyan was originally confident that he could bring this secret to the coffin, but he didn't expect a high fever to shatter it. her thoughts.

Zhao Ji obviously doubts whether there is another "Zhao Ji". She said "Zhao Ji" instead of "I", which is enough to explain many problems.

Wei Chuyan covered her head, what did she say earlier...

She hesitated for a while, then Zhao Ji tugged at her sleeve to urge her, obviously not planning to let her go easily, Wei Chuyan saw the fragility and suspicion in her eyes, and the fiery desire to burn her For a moment, the balance in her heart tilted towards Zhao Ji, and she was stunned for a while looking at her lopsided heart.

"Do you really want to know?"

"I want to know, I really want to. I want to know what is the thing that makes my Wei Chuyan stuck in a high fever and can't get out. I want to know what is the thing that makes her so painful and entangled in whether it is right or wrong." Ye Shi Underneath, Zhao Ji's eyes full of uneasiness and sadness are beautiful and heartbreaking: "The most important thing is, I want to know who the Zhao Ji in your dream is."

"I know that's not me...don't lie to me again. I, too, will be sad."

It seems that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

But the key is, how to send it?Telling her directly that she is reborn is definitely not enough. The matter of ghosts and gods...Although ghosts and gods have been deeply rooted in people's hearts, people have to worship their ancestors during the New Year and holidays. When there is a big event, the king also orders people to divination, and sometimes presides over sacrifices. God, but worship is worship, if people see a lonely soul who claims to have a second life and returned to childhood... what they feel at the first moment will never be joy and worship, but Only deep fear.

It's like, people can worship the heavens to pray for good weather, and worship ancestors to pray for the well-being of their children, but if they see a resurrected person, their fear will make them arrest that person and use various means to execute him.

Because this is against the way of ghosts and gods.

Although her situation is not the resurrection of the dead, it is somewhat similar.This is the reason why Wei Chuyan keeps a secret, and it is also something she has always been afraid of.

Zhao Ji doubted her at the moment, but if she really told Zhao Ji the truth, then perhaps Zhao Ji would be greeted with disgust and fear of her wandering soul.

Even if it was possible, Zhao Ji would not loathe her, but would continue to like her, but Wei Chuyan couldn't afford to gamble, she knew too well what a lonely soul from the future meant to the world, so she didn't dare to gamble That possibility.

"You still don't want to say it?"

Zhao Ji waited for her for a long time, until dark clouds gradually covered the moon, and he didn't wait for her to speak.Tears fell, Zhao Ji let go of his hands tiredly, and got out of bed, Wei Chuyan wanted to hold her, but underestimated the girl's sudden determination, so he missed it.

Zhao Ji squatted on the ground wearing boots, feeling very depressed: "I'm very upset, I don't know how to face you. Let's... calm down first."

After she finished speaking, no matter how crookedly the belt of her robe was tied, she walked towards the door without looking back, her back showing a sense of determination.

Wei Chuyan had a strong feeling that if she let Zhao Ji walk out of this door tonight, she might never have the chance to explain in the future.

Before she had time to think about it, she jumped out of the bed and moved to the door at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. Zhao Ji walked with her head depressed, and bumped into her arms without paying attention.The faint fragrance of plum blossoms smelt his nostrils. When Zhao Ji found himself in the current situation, he struggled in a rare way. Wei Chuyan hugged her tightly, as if embracing the treasure of his life. Zhao Ji couldn't break away from her. Hitting and biting in her arms, Wei Chuyan refused to let her go.

"You don't want to be honest with me, why are you stopping me? You are the best bastard in the world, you bastard Wei Chuyan, I hate you, I hate you to death!"

Emotions erupted all of a sudden, Zhao Ji scolded her and cried very sadly, Wei Chuyan hugged her, but couldn't let her go.

She thought, Zhao Ji pestered her, so why didn't she pester Zhao Ji?Normally, she always wanted to avoid Zhao Ji, but now that Zhao Ji was really going to leave her, she panicked like something.

It turns out...that's what she really thought.

She didn't want to let go, not at all, she didn't want to be beaten to death, and she didn't want to be bitten to death.

"I say."

"You bastard, cunning liar, annoying scoundrel, let me go!" Zhao Ji cried and cursed, and then digested her words. For a while, he stood there in a daze, looked at Wei Chuyan for a moment, and hit A hiccup: "You um—what did you say?"

She stopped making trouble, and waited anxiously for an answer while clutching Wei Chuyan's arm.

Wei Chuyan looked at her and felt that there was a villain in his heart who raised his hands and surrendered to her: "I say, I am willing to say. I am willing to tell you what you asked. Be good, sit down and listen to me, okay? "

Zhao Ji could not stop sobbing: "You, you are not allowed to lie to me."

Wei Chuyan looked at her tenderly and nodded.

"You are not allowed, you are not allowed to make up nonsense to lie to me." Zhao Ji emphasized again.

Wei Chuyan wiped away her tears—no matter how long it has been since she did this kind of thing very skillfully—then nodded solemnly: "I will tell you everything I can say."

Zhao Ji was dissatisfied, and went to pinch her face, deforming a beautiful face. Wei Chuyan followed her pinching with good temper, and Zhao Ji was reluctant to use his strength: "Tell me everything."

Wei Chuyan looked a little helpless.

Zhao Ji observed her, and didn't want to push her too hard: "Okay, then you have said everything you can say, my hall. Well, my hall, listen to me. If your answer is not detailed, I will not follow you."

She got angry, and called herself "this hall" again in front of Wei Chuyan, Wei Chuyan thought she was very cute.

Just like in the past, Zhao Ji didn't call himself "Zhen" in front of her, but every time he was bullied ruthlessly in certain matters, he would call out "Zhen" one after another.

Like a lion cub with teeth and claws but no threat.

"Where should I start?"

Holding Zhao Ji back to the bed and sitting down, Wei Chuyan's eyes gradually let go.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry everyone, something happened to my graduation thesis and I'm very busy.

Maybe 26 is also very busy during the day, I keep updating, but it may be as late as this chapter.

Touch everyone.