Empire Mecha Builder

Some subtle pain spread up layer by layer, and the whole heart seemed to be stabbed leisurely by a sharp knife.The winter in Changsha is cold and damp. There is no heating in the house. Just looking at the air conditioner, the air is so dry that Wan Li feels like a fish on the verge of drowning. In the end, he can only breathe heavily.

After all, blood is thicker than water, no matter how much he complains about Wanli's stupidity, his cousin still secretly plans in his heart, he, Su Zhihe, will be escorted by someone, and will advise him along the way, even planning a relationship, and Wanli Although she has been alone for so many years, it doesn't mean that she can be bullied so easily.

After all, the one who loves him, protects him and loves him is Wanli, not him.

Thinking of this, my cousin couldn't help but asked with a headache: "Wanli, tell me the truth, is it worth it?" After a pause, he said with some difficulty, "For a relationship that hasn't been officially confirmed, for a Boy a few years younger than you, you've pushed yourself to this point."

In fact, some problems are very realistic and unattractive. It is a fact that she is older than Su Zhihe, and it is also a fact that she is not as popular as him. Clearly, she was also hesitant.

But life is really going to be reduced to letting others dictate, so what's the point?It is true that she is afraid of gossip, and she has been afraid of being black for so many years, but the end of the fear is Su Zhihe, the Su Zhihe who almost lost, and finally decided to embrace bravely.

So between fear and him, even if the road ahead is difficult, she will choose him.

Thinking of this, Wan Li tapped his chest, and the corners of his mouth were pulled up vigorously, even though there were still some tears in his eyes: "Is it strange that he was the one who was tempted first..."

The implication is that it is worth it.

The cousin nodded, and sighed helplessly: "Since you have decided what to do, then I have no choice but to support you." Then, he grinned again, "It's still the same sentence, don't cause trouble if you have nothing to do. , if something happens, I will carry it for you when the sky falls, ah."

It was the beginning of December at that time, and the thin winter sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, scattered obliquely all over the ground. Looking at it from thousands of miles away, I felt that this winter was really long, and it was so long that there was no end to it.

But the facts have proved that this winter is not only long, but also cold, from the heart to the body, it is completely cool.

When she received Su Zhihe's call, she was just finishing recording the latest episode of Happy Camp, and immediately asked someone to book a flight ticket to Beijing. When she was dragging her luggage and preparing to go out, Su Zhihe's call came unexpectedly.

While struggling to move his luggage out, Wan Li asked with a smile, "Why did you call at this hour today? Isn't there a joke?"

The other end was silent for a while, only the sound of steady breathing came from the receiver, just when Wanli was thinking that he had dialed the wrong number, Su Zhihe finally spoke.

"Wanli, do you remember what you promised me?"

His voice was a little hoarse, as if affected by the dryness of Beijing, and it was not at all clear as usual.

Wan Li held the phone around his neck, locked the door and asked frowning, "Hey, do you have a cold?"

"You answer me first." His voice became even deeper, "Tell me, do you still remember?"

Sensing that he was a little strange, Wan Li couldn't help but stop what he was doing, holding the phone and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

"You lied to me when you said you were together after this period of time?" A low laugh came from that part, "The funny thing is, I still take it seriously."

"Ah?" Wan Li was a little puzzled, so he could only hurriedly explain, "Of course it's true. What's the matter with you?"

"If it's true...then what do you mean by these words!" There was a sudden roar in that part, which almost scared Wan Li to death, and soon, her voice came from the part of the phone call .

It was recorded in Mr. Jia's hands last time, and now it's verbatim, and it's played again over the phone.

humiliation.

Wan Li had only this thought in his head, and suddenly felt that his limbs were limp, and tears were rolling in his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and asked, "Did Mr. Jia give it to you?"

"So, this is really your voice, Wanli, is this what you mean?" His voice became more and more tired, "I thought...you would be different."

Hearing these words, Wan Li's heart ached, she clenched her left hand tightly until four deep crescent moon marks were formed on her palm, and then she asked with difficulty: "Then do you believe it... "

"How the hell do you want me to not believe it!" A wry smile came from the other end, "Wan Li, are you going to tell me that you were forced to record it?"

Then, as if time stood still, he was like a stubborn child, using the sharpest sword to stab the opponent and himself dripping with blood before giving up.

Wan Li pursed her lips hard, raised her head and blinked her eyes desperately to keep the tears from falling, she threw away the suitcase, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then sighed: "That's fine...you guessed it right, What I said was accidentally recorded by someone else, from the beginning to the end, I was trying to get you, hanging you, so that you would give up on me, and then hype it up." After saying these words, she laughed out loud , and said in a more relaxed tone, "After all, you have to know that the competition for the hostess of Hunan TV is also very fierce. I have wanted the position of the first sister for a long time."

Hearing Wan Li's words, the other end was silent for a long time, and finally came the voice of Su Zhihe who seemed to be holding back his anger.

"Then... have you lied to me from the beginning to the end?"

He asked, with begging, expectation, and a tentative sentence.

Wan Li felt that her internal organs were on the verge of being broken, and her body was swimming alternately between hot and cold. She squatted down slowly, carefully hugged herself who was trembling, and then tried to make her tone more cynical. Then he said, "Yes, they are all lying to you."

"That's okay, we've never been together, and we even avoided breaking up."

As he spoke, a beeping busy tone came from the phone.It was Su Zhihe who hung up the phone.

Wan Li just squatted on the ground like that, holding her phone up and hugging herself a little at a loss, she maintained that position for a long, long time.

From the evening until the night fell, it was only slightly relieved.

In the end, she straightened up cautiously while supporting the wall, but she couldn't help but still think in her mind, it's not good to cut off the relationship on the phone, and she didn't even know what his expression was like.

Maybe... maybe there will be reluctance and distress, right?

All of a sudden, due to the numbness in his legs from squatting for a long time, and the slippery road, Wan Li just slid straight down like that, and hit the suitcase directly.

"boom--"

With a sound of longing, the suitcase was not packed properly, and something was scattered all over the place. She got up in a daze, and stared blankly at the pile of things scattered all over the floor. For some reason, she suddenly clutched her chest hard. The sadness that had been suppressed in the throat suddenly surged up, and without speaking, tears just fell drop by drop.

Not long ago, what she said not to regret and was worth it was like a loud slap in the face, slapping her unconscious.

It's really good, the seamless situation, she thinks Mr. Jia's method is not as good as it is, but she is so naive, she wants to give with all her heart, thinking that she has been wronged by the world, but she doesn't think that the other party doesn't appreciate it at all, so she just turned around and said nothing. Can abandon her in the end of the world.

Why did he trust Mr. Jia so firmly and not her?How...how could he doubt her so easily!

Wan Li looked at the blood trickling down his calf with a wry smile, and finally felt that the pain in his heart had eased a lot.

At this time, it was already the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, and there was a dim light in the distance, Wan Li wiped away his tears, and stood up forcefully.

The winter is still very long, and after all, they still can't survive the time when they can be together.

When the sun and the moon are dark on Wanli's side, Su Zhihe's side is actually not feeling well either.

If there is such a thing as empathy in the world, then Su Zhihe also believes that this kind of thing can only happen to people who are extremely familiar with him.

He was standing by the window on the 28th floor, and there were vehicles coming and going below. The city of Beijing is very big and small, and these toy-like cars shuttle on the runway. In this city, there are never a few people who hide their secrets. For example, the person next to him is also a good player.

"That's right, you really are a professional actor. This phone call, even I will be fooled by you." An abrupt voice broke the silence in the room, and then there were sporadic applause, Su Zhihe Turning his head to look, his fingers were already clenched into fists, and he could even see the bulging veins, but his expression remained calm.

He frowned in disgust, and almost exhausted all his strength to control himself from punching him, and then calmly asked: "I've already called, and you have said what you want me to say, how about it? Give it to me?"

Mr. Jia shook his head unhurriedly: "Yi Feng, it's been so many years, and your temper hasn't changed anyway," he asked with interest while playing with his fingers, "Anyway, neither of you It's possible, how about it, would you like to go out for a drink with me, man, it's normal to lose love several times."

"boom--"

Mr. Jia was startled by a loud noise. He raised his head and looked over in a daze. It turned out that Su Zhihe finally couldn't bear it and punched the table on the table. Because of too much strength, he directly smashed the conference table. Going down, the bent fist quickly turned red.

"Stop fucking talking nonsense to me." With red eyes, he said rather cruelly, "Will you fucking give it or not!"

Shocked by his aura, Mr. Jia stood in a daze for a while, at a loss, and then quickly reacted, teasing with a half-smile: "Sure enough, I am so angry at the crown, it's just this thing I've given it to you, how can I guarantee that you will obediently follow my request?"

"You—" He stared at the other party, the anger in his heart increased one after another, after a long time, he seemed to give up this meaningless conversation, and instead asked straightforwardly, "Say it, finish your request once and then Get the hell out of me."

His heart felt like a knife was being twisted, but he couldn't show half of it even though he was soaked in blood.

Because he knew that there must be another person in this world who might be crying secretly and suffering more than him.

Thinking of this, he wished he could strangle the man in front of him to death.

"Oh, I just like smart people like you." Boss Jia smiled, took out a contract from his briefcase, and asked tentatively, "How about it, do you want to see it first?"

He frowned and took it, and he quickly understood what was going on in this series of things.

If that's the case, then it's understandable to take the photos he bought and send them back to the company, and then cheat Wanli into the game, record those words that may ruin her acting career, and then threaten him with these words up.

It's really not an exquisite and perfect game, but the disadvantage is that they are too considerate of each other, thinking that they can bear all the wind, frost, rain and snow.

Lover, just like the ribs in the body, you can't take them out, you can't let them go, they are the softest and the strongest.

He has it, and so does Wanli.

It's just what they want to do now.

Su Zhihe didn't know, he just felt that his heart was numb now, he frowned while holding the contract and asked, "Why did you choose me?"

Why the hell did he pick him!

"You are very popular, your acting skills are good, your image is good, and most importantly, you have always been my man." Boss Jia unhurriedly lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and then continued, "Su Zhihe, When you rejected me at the very beginning, you had already thought that there would be today."

"If you go out and start your own business, will many people defect to you?" He put the contract on the table, "Why do you have to be an unfaithful artist?"

"Joke." He flicked the cigarette ash and snorted coldly, "Do you think you are still a brave and fearless warrior in armor? Look at yourself, you are full of flaws. And I happen to like having Weak people."

"Since you know this," he frowned, "why should I make this call? It won't do you any good, will it?"

"Yi Feng, you are still too naive." Mr. Jia sighed, smiled and shook his head, "What I can do, others can do, and what I have, now that I keep dying, sooner or later others will find out .”

So if you want to do it, you have to make it impossible for him to retreat, so that you can fight with your back?

After he figured this out, for the first time, he hated his high popularity. Holding the contract, his body trembled slightly, and finally he closed his eyes and said, "Okay, let me think about it."

"OK, I'll give you time. After all, it's not easy to terminate the contract with Huanrui." Mr. Jia smiled, "I'll wait for your good news."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Zhihe strode out of the door and closed the door forcefully.

It's just that what he didn't see was that after he left, there was a weird smile on the corner of the mouth of the man in the conference room.

The filming of "Old Paoer" is coming to an end, and his role is basically finished, just waiting for a few visits during the publicity.

He took the good things out of the group and threw them on the car. Miya was frightened by him. Finally, when both of them were sitting in the car and Miya ordered the driver to drive, she asked cautiously: "Brother Zhihe, what's wrong with you?" ?”

He leaned back in the chair, covered his eyes with his hands, and asked in a hoarse voice after a while, "Miya, when is the latest flight to Changsha, please book a ticket for me."

"...But Brother Zhihe," Miya reminded cautiously, "You have an exclusive interview later..."

"Oh...that's it..." He said unconsciously, "Then let's not go."

This kind of Su Zhihe is very strange, even Miya, who is very nervous, felt it. She turned her mind quickly for a few times, and finally came to the conclusion that "Brother Zhihe probably wants to miss Qingqing", so she made fun of it Said: "Do you miss Miss Qingqing? Just call her if you miss her."

He shook his head submissively, and said in a muffled voice, "It's useless... If you think about her again, she will never answer my phone again..."

Miya stretched out her hand to pat him, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhihe, are you stupid for filming? I remember that Sister Qingqing called me in the afternoon and said that she would come from Changsha, and asked me where you were filming. I'm going to give you a surprise," she said, looking up at her watch, muttering, "It's almost time, could it be that the plane is late?"

There was emotion rolling and squeezing to his chest, which made him unable to breathe. He straightened up and pressed Miya's shoulder in a daze and quickly asked, "What did you say? You said...she...plans to come over this afternoon?"

Miya was taken aback by him, so she could only nod her head ignorantly and said, "That's right, it's almost when you go to the company..."

Isn't that... when he called, that was when Wan Li was planning to fly over?

All of a sudden, he felt paralyzed, as if his whole body was drained of strength. He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth but no sound came out. Various scenes quickly flashed through his mind, but in the end he only stopped at one moment.

In the snow, she was wearing an off-white coat, standing among the crowd, panting and smiling, waiting for him.

This kind of scene will probably never happen again...

As long as he thought of such a result, he would feel as if his soul had been forcibly stripped from his body, unable to move.

What to do... He seems... really lost thousands of miles.

His eyes were in a trance. When he looked out of the car, it was clearly white, only the bright white snowflakes and the moonlight reflected each other, but he seemed to see a figure, wearing a bright red cotton jacket, stepping on cute snow boots, Smile happily at him.

Is it Wanli?

Su Zhihe slammed on the car window frantically, shouting hoarsely: "Stop! Stop!"

The driver was taken aback, and he leaned the car against the side of the road without knowing it. Before he had time to stop, Su Zhihe opened the door and ran out at a brisk pace.

This is the outskirts of Beijing back to the city. It was already night time, and the flow of people was very sparse. He ran a few steps, but accidentally tripped over the snow, staggered and fell directly into the snow, and the biting cold immediately invaded. In the body, from the skin texture, slowly to the heart, eating away at him inch by inch.

The cold quickly woke him up, and he just lay there in the snow, closed his eyes, and finally gave a wry smile.

So it wasn't her...how could it be her!

Seeing Su Zhihe lying in the snow and unable to get up for a long time, Miya thought he had fallen on his leg, so she ran over and pulled him up.

There was snow mixed with hail that slammed down hard, and it hurt so much when it fell on the person. His back was already soaked in snow, but he didn't care at all. After being pulled up by Miya, he sat in the snow blankly instead.

"Brother Zhihe, what happened to you today?" Miya asked a little worried, "Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened," he showed an ugly smile at Miya, his eyes were red, and under the yellowed light, there seemed to be some tears shining.

"Then you..." Miya looked at him, hesitated to speak, but couldn't say a word in the end, because she saw the boy sitting in the snow, tapped her chest in a daze, and frowned. He frowned and said to her in distress: "Miya, my place is empty now, and there is one person missing."

There is a piece missing here, so it is empty and leaky, and it hurts tight.

If I hold a knife, I can't hug you. If I put down the knife, I can't protect you.

》》》chapter21

It was already deep winter in December, and the city of Beijing was covered with heavy snow, and it was extremely cold.

As soon as Wan Li got off the plane, he involuntarily hugged his shoulders tightly and walked into the nanny's car almost trembling all the way.

"Miss Qingqing, there will be a filming later, and then I have to meet with the crew to discuss the script and so on," the cousin said with a headache while holding the schedule, "It seems that today is a day. It's in a state of continuous rotation."

Wanli stared at the white snow outside the car window in a daze. She still remembered that Su Zhihe drove over to pick her up in the same snow last time. Go up, then rolled his eyes with a smile, and now?

She sighed slightly, the wound on her knee had been bandaged, because the strangulation was too tight and there was still some faint pain, together with the pain in her heart, it was almost impossible for her to get out of the memories .

"Sister Qingqing? Sister Qingqing!" Seeing that she didn't respond, my cousin couldn't help stretching out his hand in front of her and shaking it. Only then did Wan Li come back to his senses, and asked a little ignorantly, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you distracted? I'm talking to you..." The cousin sighed and had to repeat what he said just now.

Wan Li nodded with a smile: "It's better to be busy, so as not to think wildly."

These words made my cousin feel a little frustrated, so he couldn't help asking again: "Miss Qingqing, are you okay?"

It's strange to say, since she asked him to cancel the flight to Beijing that day, he has become weird. The whole person is either in a daze or distracted, and thinking of her injured knee... the cousin couldn't help but gasp Liang Qi asked: "Miss Qingqing, tell the truth, did Su Zhihe hit you?"

Wanli: "..."

Hearing this name suddenly, she only felt her whole body startled, and then looked at her cousin with an incredulous gaze.A meaning was clearly expressed in his eyes.

——What, what are you talking about!

The cousin's momentum weakened in an instant, and he stammered and asked, "Could it be... I guessed wrong?"

She shook her head dumbfounded: "What do you think you are thinking about? How is this possible? Sister Qingqing, am I the kind of person who allows others to bully me?"

Cousin pouted, and silently slandered, that's not necessarily true, didn't you just stab yourself with a knife before?What kind of IQ can you talk about with a woman in love?I just wanted to think about it, but I still didn't dare to say it myself, so I could only shrug my shoulders: "Well, what's wrong with you?"

Wan Li squeezed out a big smile: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Whether it's okay or something is wrong, outsiders can't figure out this kind of thing, only Wanli himself knows.

She finished filming in a trance, then chatted with the director for a while, and finally went out with the first draft of the script, but she didn't even think about what she did that day.

It was just getting dark in Beijing when she went out, and a gust of cold wind poured into her body, so cold that she immediately hugged her arms tightly, and then looked around where the car was parked.

"Wan Li, don't you check the weather forecast when you go out? Don't you know it's snowing heavily in Beijing today?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, Wan Li was shocked first, then raised his head and looked forward in disbelief.

It was Su Zhihe, standing in the snow, staring at her without blinking, pursing his lips.

His eyes were red, he didn't know whether he was sleepy or cold, and his hair was a little messy. When he saw Wanli looking at him, he was taken aback for a moment, then he lowered his head and whispered something to Miya beside him, and then Wanli just watched helplessly. Miya ran away, leaving only the two of them in this world.

It was somewhat embarrassing to meet old lovers, even though they were not even old lovers.

This was the first meeting between the two of them after that phone call.

Wan Li lowered his head and didn't speak, just looking at the messy snow ground trampled by footprints, his eyes suddenly became sore.

After a while, it was Su Zhihe who spoke first, his voice was mixed with the whistling north wind, and it was so dry that it made people feel distressed.

"Wanli..."

After that, there was no further text, not that I couldn't say it, but that I didn't have a position to say it.

His body was trembling slightly, and the knee he fell on a few days ago suddenly felt a dull pain again, and finally he sighed slightly: "I'm sorry..."

Oh, I'm sorry, those three pale words, Wan Li raised his head and looked at him in disbelief, only to see that man standing in the snow and ice, his whole body was wrapped in a big down jacket, and his whole body was already stained. Xue Hua, but still staring at her motionless, hesitant to speak in his eyes.

She hated this look, she was as innocent as a little white rabbit, he was the one who said she wanted to be together, he was the one who didn't, and he was the one who didn't trust her, but In the end, it was him who made the appearance of being wronged.

The most exasperating thing was that for a moment, she still felt sorry for him.I feel sorry for him standing in the wind and snow, feel sorry for him being plotted against, feel sorry for him, walk alone but she no longer has the qualifications to accompany her.

How much effort it took to refrain from hugging that person and telling the inside story of the whole thing.

Wronged and humiliated, but willing.

She didn't want to do this either, but she was powerless against herself.

In the end, he still didn't say anything. Although there were few people on this road, it was hard to guarantee that no one would come and go.

Wan Li closed his eyes, clenched his fingers into a fist, and walked away, but he grabbed him.

Snowflakes fluttered down, the north wind made her cheeks dry and sore, but the warmth came from her palms, Wan Li trembled a little, she sighed, turned her head to look at Su Zhihe, and said helplessly, "Let go."

He still looked at her with red eyes, pursed his lips without saying a word, but he did not let go.

"What are you doing?" Wan Li felt that his whole body had lost all strength, and his gaze softened a lot.

After all, he has fallen, no matter how cruelly he has treated him before, no matter how much he has been slashed at the back by the enemy, and his whole body is bloody, but when facing this person, he still can't really get angry, and he can't really say anything. He could only stand in a stalemate like this, his lips were black and purple from the cold, and he didn't shake off that hand.

"Your leg..." he asked with some difficulty, "is it injured?"

"Yeah." Wan Li nodded slightly, not knowing what expression to use to face him, so he turned his face away and wrote lightly, "It's just a fall, it's okay."

When he was about to say something else, Wan Li had already asked with a bit of tears: "You still don't believe me? Su Zhihe."

These words were asked abruptly and aggrieved, straight to the point, without any concealment.

"I..." He was at a loss for words, but he didn't know where to start.

How can I tell it completely, in fact, he has never doubted her, in fact...

There is an unspeakable secret in my heart, but I can only say nothing.

Wan Li tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying not to let the tears fall out, and finally pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Look, you still can't make it by yourself, but it's true," she raised her head, Blinking her eyes desperately, taking a few deep breaths, she said it in a more relaxed tone, "If I had heard those words with my own ears, it would be hard for me to believe you."

"Wanli, don't be like this..." Seeing Wanli like this, he felt that a knife was slicing across his heart, riddled with holes. The pain caused him to frown, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and the last words I was choked in my throat and couldn't make a sound.

I'm afraid that when I open my mouth, it will be crying.

"I'm fine," Wan Li looked up at him, with tears in his eyes, and pointed to his hand that was still tightly holding his arm, but asked in the same relaxed tone as before, "But you want to what to do……"

Since you don't believe it, why make it difficult for yourself, why... make it difficult for her.

In the end, that hand still slowly slipped down, covered with snow, so cold that he couldn't feel it.

"Since it's okay, then, I'll go first..." Seeing the hand slowly loosen, Wan Li felt her heart go cold a little bit, she nodded at him, her whole body was stiff, but Straightening his back, he staggered and walked out.

Passed by again.But this time, there was no hand to hold her firmly.

The snow was deep and thick, and she walked with difficulty step by step, but she kept admonishing herself secretly, Wanli, don't look back, don't fall, don't cry.

The north wind rushed towards her face, blowing her almost to the snow, but she still walked forward persistently.

She didn't know where the front was, she only had one thought in her mind, and that was to get out of here.

Su Zhihe still stood where he was, watching Wan Li's back, until she disappeared from his sight, then silently looked away, turned around and walked straight to the parking place.

Running in opposite directions, the two lines of footprints in the snow from converging to drifting away, as if implying their fate.

Seeing Su Zhihe approaching the car from a distance, Miya hurriedly opened the car door to welcome him in, and asked nervously, "Brother Zhihe, how is your talk going?"

"It's not that good..." He pressed the space between his eyebrows with some headache, "Let's drive, Miya, the interview is about to start?"

"You are stupid, why didn't you tell her the truth? As soon as you got the news that she came to Beijing, you were out of your mind. In the end, you postponed the interview and chased after you with a high fever just to tell her clearly?" Miya was a little speechless, and finally Placing his hand on his forehead, "My God, it's still so hot."

His mind was even more dizzy, and his whole body was a little confused, but he still shook his head and said very tiredly: "Let's wait a little longer and deal with everything, I don't want to involve her anymore Come in."

It's hard to do my best to protect her Zhouquan, but how can I have the heart to let her walk on eggshells again.

If liking is a burden, it should also be borne by the person who liked it first.

Miya sighed, quickly prepared the medicine, got some hot water from the bottle, handed it to Su Zhihe together, and then sighed: "Brother Zhihe, have you ever thought about it, gently?" Maybe sister doesn't like your protection, and it doesn't necessarily mean..."

He frowned and swallowed the medicine, and leaned back in the chair, the car window was already fogged with mist, and he smiled wryly: "But Miya, it's not because she doesn't like her that she doesn't want to protect her."

Love is a life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, protection with open hands, and willing reluctance and helplessness.Not just earth-shattering promises.

if you understand.

Sri Lanka is like a rainbow, when you meet you, you will know

》》》chapter22

In the early years when Su Zhihe was trying to figure out his acting skills, he had watched "Amelie". The translation team was very interesting because they translated a dry love sentence into a poetic one.

At that time, he thought it was a bit exaggerated, but now that he had examined himself, this sentence was deeply rooted in his heart.

He finished the interview with a high fever, and it was almost midnight when he got into the car. He obviously had a terrible headache, but strangely enough, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Walking through the bustling streets and alleys with some hazy eyes open, or when ancient or modern buildings pass by like clouds, the white snow is reflected in all kinds of brilliance, which is too beautiful to behold.

A very strange idea suddenly popped up in his mind, it would be great if she was here.

Maybe he will smile with crooked brows and eyes, and maybe he will greet him with a red face.

After all, he is a patient now, and he has many privileges.

Thinking about it, he closed his eyes sadly, smiled wryly and shook his head, so after watching that movie for two full years, he finally understood what that line meant.

Seeing that he was depressed, Miya couldn't say anything, so she asked tentatively: "Brother Zhihe, do you want to call a doctor to fetch water? In your state, you probably won't be able to start work tomorrow, right?"

He raised his head, looked at Miya like a bewildered child, and then asked in a daze without answering: "Miya, did I do something wrong?"

Did he do something wrong...

This question made Miya feel a pain in her heart. She followed Su Zhihe for several years. This person has always been very energetic, especially after he became popular, he has never shown such a decadent side. But now, that person is shining brightly on the stage. The shooter, with wide eyes, asked her like a child——

Did i do something wrong?

She wriggled her lower lip, but didn't know how to speak, and finally she could only shake her head pretending to be relaxed: "No, Brother Zhihe, you also explained the reason yourself, I believe Miss Qingqing will understand you. "

Perhaps illness makes people mentally fragile. Hearing such obvious comforting words, Su Zhihe stretched his eyebrows unexpectedly, and murmured: "Is that so? That's good..." After a pause, he asked again , "Did you take the medicine to the trustee?"

Miya was a little helpless: "Brother Zhihe, let's not say that Miss Qingqing's leg is really fine. Even if you ask someone to bring it over now, she might not know how to use it, right?"

"Then you didn't give it?"