Why can't the lead singer control himself

Zheng Hao didn't expect that Li Dafu, who looked like a returnee elite, actually lived in a rented house in Tongzhou, and he lived in such a remote place.

It took him more than an hour to get there by taxi, and it was completely dark, and when he got out of the car, it started to thunder.

Zheng Hao didn't know if Wan Jingjing had brought an umbrella, so he took out his mobile phone to remind him, seeing the previous item, it was because the other party told him to take the medicine before going out.

He learned his lesson this time and reported his itinerary as soon as he went out, but he was a step too late. When he received this news, he got into the car, and of course he forgot to take the medicine.

So he pretended not to see it and did not reply to the message.

Thinking about it like this really started to give me a headache, even a little nausea, and my chest felt tight.

Is it possible that motion sickness is also contagious?Zheng Hao didn't take it seriously, just thought it was too long in the car, reached out and pressed the elevator, and found the door of his house according to the information given by Li Dafu.

As soon as he entered the door, Zheng Hao became even more dizzy.

Li Dafu is indeed duplicity.Zheng Hao's residence is also messy, but he likes to be clean anyway, and would rather live in a smaller one for easy cleaning and maintain a proper living atmosphere.

And after entering this door... Not to mention the atmosphere, it is almost impossible to find a place to stand - how did the people taught by the music academy put the scores and pianos, as well as various takeaways and even clothes on the floor?

Zheng Hao was dizzy, and reluctantly stepped in, and Li Dafu's call came on time again.

"Are you there yet?"

"arrive"

"Hmm...it might be a bit messy." Li Dafu said shyly.

"Where is it?"

Zheng Hao asked concisely.

He didn't even laugh at me when he saw such a room?

Li Dafu thought so too, I guess Zheng Hao is even more sloppy than him, I really don't know how Jing can bear this kind of person.

But in fact, Zheng Hao just had severe chest tightness and dizziness, and wanted to get the manuscript and leave.

Li Dafu is really a man of genius. He not only keeps the album that Wan Jingjing threw away in the end, but also the first album, and even Wan Jingjing's essays before joining Stable.

And he probably knows his living habits, and he is afraid that one day he will be spilled by a drink or soaked in oil, so he put them on the top layer of the big wardrobe, stacked with several shoe boxes.

Zheng Hao refrained from cursing, dragged a chair under it, held the phone in one hand, and supported the wardrobe in the other.

When I stepped on it, I was choked by the dust first, and just in time for the burning pain in my throat, I leaned on the wardrobe and coughed until the chair trembled. Li Dafu, who was on the other side of the phone, felt that something was wrong.

"Are you sick?"

"It's okay." After Zheng Hao finished coughing, he didn't dare to pull the shoe box rashly, so he asked him first: "So many cardboard boxes, where are they?"

"At the bottom, pressed under the box, you can see it when you remove them, a red document bag."

"..."

Zheng Hao looked at the pile of shoe boxes higher than his head. At the bottom, he did see a corner of red. He clamped his mobile phone around his neck, held the wardrobe, and stretched out his other hand, trying to pull out the file bag directly.

All of a sudden, I didn't control the force well, the file bag was not pulled out, and one of the top shoe boxes fell off.Kicking and rolling to the ground, it didn't sound like sneakers.

Li Dafu became anxious when he heard the voice: "Don't move around, there are equipments inside, handle with care."

"You put the equipment and shoes together?" Zheng Hao said speechlessly.

"It's not put together," Li Dafu didn't think there was anything wrong, "Some boxes are shoes, some are equipment, but you don't know, so don't move around."

Zheng Hao had no choice, not because he was worried about breaking his equipment, but because he was afraid that some heavy things would hurt himself if they were dropped.

He turned his phone on to the speaker, put it in the top corner of the closet, and pulled up the collar of his T-shirt to cover his nose like anti-gas.

Stabilize the chair, raise your hands, and start moving the box from the top.

Next to the closet is the bed, with quilts and pillows piled up in a mess, which are the most suitable for cushioning.

Zheng Hao took down a box and weighed it. If it was shoes, he would throw it on the ground, and if it was equipment, he would throw it on the bed.The already messy mattress made matters worse, with black marks rolled around several times.

After finally finishing all this, Zheng Hao's own hair also fell into a layer of dirt. He didn't care about it, so he reached out and took out the file bag, which was a thick stack.

Zheng Hao lowered his head to check the manuscript, and saw that the neat handwriting was Wan Jingjing's. His heart sank, and his dizziness felt less obvious.

When he was happy, he let go of his cautiousness, without raising his head, he reached out to touch the phone, and said to Li Dafu, "I found it, you hang up."

After this set of movements, a sudden rush of blood failed to keep up with his brain, Zheng Hao's chest seemed to be blocked by a stone, his eyes went dark, and his feet went limp.

He fell from the chair with his head up. He didn't know what hit his head, but he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

Then the knees, for the chair fell on him;

And then the face, because the phone fell with it, and it hit his nose.

Li Dafu heard movement at the other end, and shouted in a low voice: "Did you drop the equipment?"

After thinking about it, I felt it was inappropriate, and added: "Are you alright?"

But he didn't finish his sentence, and the phone showed that he had hung up.

Li Dafu called again, but the other party was temporarily unavailable.

"I don't know if his phone is broken or something else. I can't get in touch anyway. I called 120, but they said that it's raining and the ambulance is in a hurry. The battery can't prove it's an emergency, so I have to wait in the back..."

The more Li Dafu thought about it, the more frightened he became, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he tried his best to find Wan Jingjing, fearing that if something happened to Zheng Hao, he would be hated for the rest of his life.

But he didn't finish his sentence and was hung up again.

It was already raining outside the window, and Wan Jingjing hung up the phone to call Zheng Hao in a hurry. Based on his understanding of him, he thought that maybe it was just a prank, and Zheng Hao deliberately blocked Li Dafu.

But when I dialed it, it still couldn't be connected temporarily.

"I'm sorry, brother, Zheng Hao may have something to do, I have to go there quickly."

Wan Jingjing called up the taxi-hailing software and entered the address sent by Li Dafu. He didn't raise his eyes to look at anyone or suppress the anxiety on his face when he spoke.

Qin Dongwen didn't care about these things, glanced at the address entered by Wan Jingjing, looked up again out of the window, turned and walked back into the house.

When he came out again, he took out a key: "You can drive my car, it's too far away, and it's raining again, so I can't get a car."

As the words came true, Wan Jingjing's mobile phone displayed [128 people in line, expected to wait for 2 hours]

He looked at the key in Qin Dongwen's hand, a little dazed.

Qin Dongwen thought he was embarrassed, and added: "My driving skills are very poor, and I don't usually drive very much. You can just drive and pay me back in a few days."

Wan Jingjing actually thought that maybe he could ask Qin Dongwen to send him off, but after hearing this, he interrupted the idea again.

Lightning pierced the night sky, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

……

"This rain is a bit heavy, let's go back later in no hurry."

"It's getting bigger and bigger after a while. The weather report said it will be down all night. Don't worry, Mom, I'll drive slowly."

……

"Don't be in a hurry with your dad. Don't be angry at what he said. I'll go back and persuade him."

"Well, Mom, put the phone on the outside, I can hear him talking about me."

……

"Oh, my son is driving. Is there anything I can't go back and talk about?"

"Xiao Jing, don't worry, just watch the way."

"There seems to be a truck behind you. Let him pass by. Don't talk to your dad."

……

……

As long as there is heavy rain, Wan Jingjing's memories will emerge, those sounds and images coincide with the rain in front of him.

When it was the worst, he could only use sound-proof earphones to block out the sound of the rain. When he saw cars driving on rainy days on the road, he would have uncontrollable heart palpitations.

Now his symptoms have improved a lot, but being able to ride without barriers is already his best idea. He never thought about driving again, and it was still rainy.

Qin Dongwen looked at his condition, and then remembered his car accident: "Is it because your right hand is injured and you can't drive?"

After finishing speaking, I was also anxious for him, took out my mobile phone and said to myself: "But in case you fall to the head, it is very urgent, I will ask my friends nearby if they can come and see you off."

"I can open it", Wan Jingjing was awakened by the sentence "in case of falling on the head", stretched out his hand to take the key, and said in a low voice.

Qin Dongwen showed doubts on his face, but he was still a little worried: "Then I will accompany you."

"No... I'm not used to carrying people."

After finishing speaking, Wan Jingjing turned around and opened the door without paying attention to politeness.

He walked into the elevator, sent addresses to Li Minghui, Chen Xiyue, and even Lin Zhang with a clear mind, and did not look for Maggie. In case Zheng Hao really fainted, she would not be able to deal with a girl.

Then I called Li Dafu again and asked him to contact the community property and the landlord to see if anyone could go up and take a look.

Li Dafu has already thought about it, but the community he lives in is old, the property is often absent, and the landlord is also out of town.

All possible alternatives have been tried, but no one can tell him what is going on with Zheng Hao.

He glanced at the message lying on the phone again, it was sent by Zheng Hao before he left the house: [It's useless to look for Qin Dongwen's old stuff, you still have to look at your husband and mine, wait for me to retrieve the manuscript for you! 】

Wan Jingjing might not be the first person to arrive at the scene, but he thought, there is no way to wait any longer.

Sitting in Qin Dongwen's SUV, everything in the driver's seat was strange and familiar. Wan Jingjing took a few deep breaths, inserted the key, and tried to clear everything in his mind.

The psychiatrist told him not to attribute the problem to indirect causes such as driving, quarrels, and bands.

No one violated the traffic rules that day, it was just the truck's brakes that failed and he missed 0.1 of the time to apply the brakes.

It was a coincidence, an accident, not necessarily related to any single element, and it is not so easy to happen again.

He kept telling himself this sentence over and over again——

There is no necessary connection between accidental accidents and driving, and not all rainstorms will be accompanied by losses.

Be brave, don't think about the past, just think about Zheng Hao at the other end of the city.

The best compensation for the past is to never let the one you love happen by chance even if there is a one in ten thousand possibility.

Seat belts, steering wheels, clutches, turn signals, wipers...

Go through all the steps in your mind.

Wan Jingjing stepped on the brake several times, and then stepped on the accelerator.