Dumb painter giants grudge

At this moment, Lei Yuan believed that He Shishen's words were serious.

"Why are you arguing?"

He Shishen had a headache, "I don't know."

"..." Lei Yuan felt unable to move, "Have you stepped into Mr. Wen's minefield?"

"What's the meaning."

"He can't speak, Mr. He, did you hit the gun?"

He Shishen felt as if he had been slapped in the head, "How do you know he can't speak?"

"Didn't you ask me to investigate him?" Lei Yuan secretly rolled his eyes.

Even Lei Yuan thought so, and He Shishen finally faced up to his heart and reflected on this problem.

"I...don't dare to think about this question." He Shishen actually had a rough answer in his mind.

Lei Yuan sighed slightly, "Mr. He, let me put it bluntly. Mr. Wen has somewhat of an inferiority complex in this relationship. No matter how one person hides it, everyone will have a self-confident side. Maybe the other party seems very strong. , how do you know he doesn't care about his...flaws?"

——————— I am not good enough for you.

Wen Rang said that, is that what he meant?

He Shishen's heart sank gradually...it seemed that he understood.

After Lei Yuan left, He Shishen lay down again with the quilt.

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"Xiao Rang, I heard from your brother that you are going on a trip?" Wen's father stood at the stairs and stopped Wen Rang who was about to go out.

Wen Rang put down the trunk lever in his hand and nodded.

"Are you alone?" Father Wen was expecting something.

Wen Rang nodded again without hesitation, this was slightly beyond Wen's father's expectations, but he still immediately told him a few words to be careful on the road, Wen Rang agreed and went out.

And not long after, Lei Yuan came to Wen's house, at that time only Wen's mother was at home.

"Then why Mr. He...I didn't mean that, why did you come here?" Wen's mother looked at Lei Yuan a few times.

Lei Yuan sat upright, "I'm sorry, our boss has been ill for the past two days and cannot go out, so I can only come here on his behalf. Is Mr. Wen Rang at home?"

"Then you really need to pay more attention to your health." Wen's mother responded, "Xiao Rang is not at home, he seems to have gone out, and I don't know where to go, and he didn't explain to me."

"Then when will he come back?"

"I don't know, I'll call and ask his elder brother."

Then Wen's mother called Wen Que, but Wen Que only said that Wen Rang wanted to go out to have fun, but he didn't say how long he had been there, so it's fine to let him go, don't worry about him.

Lei Yuan touched the letter in his pocket, said some polite words, and left Wen's house with the letter.

"He's not at home?" He Shishen said in a nasal voice, "Where did he go?"

Lei Yuan on the other end of the phone answered him: "It is said that they went out to play, and they don't know when they will come back, and their family members don't know either."

"What about something?"

"Did not give."

"Okay, come back."

He Shishen hung up the phone, turned over weakly, the needle on the back of his hand was pressed, and the drip tube immediately turned red.

"Bah." He Shishen immediately waved his hand, and the blood flow stopped.

Unexpectedly, after the rain, He, who is strong, has been ill for more than two days. The medicine and injections are not effective, and he has repeated fevers. In the end, he can only get a drip at home.

He Shishen opened the phone's information page, and the text message he sent last night still hasn't been answered.

Just let him go, He Shishen thought to himself, but started to edit a new text message.

【I'm sick, why don't you come and see me? 】

After typing this sentence, He Shishen felt that it was inappropriate again, so he changed it again.

[I'm going to die of illness, come and see me. 】

When He Shishen was about to click send, he hesitated again.

[I'm dying of illness, can you come and see me. 】

After changing it, He Shishen felt that there was no problem, so he sent it directly.

And Wen Rang was already sitting in a certain train carriage, staring at the scenery passing by outside the window in a daze.

After seeing a large field of golden rapeseed flowers, Wen Rang just wanted to pick up his phone and take a picture.

That's when I saw the text message.

——————— died of illness...

————————Is it possible?

Wen Rang stared at these words in a daze for a long time, did not reply, but dialed the other party's number.

Within ten seconds, the call went through.

"Hi, I'm He Shishen."

His voice was much lower and hoarse, and he looked sick.

Wen Rang naturally didn't have the ability to answer him, so he listened silently.

"Wen Rang, I'm going to die of illness, I want to see you."

"..."

"Wen Rang, where have you been, I want to find you."

"Can you text me back?"

"Wen Rang, are you listening?"

He was listening and crying.

For a long time, there was a relative silence between the two.

"Wen Rang, are you preparing to not like me anymore?"

He Shishen calmed down for a long time before he dared to say this sentence. Maybe he was angry, or maybe he couldn't help guessing. In short, it was He Shishen's last question about this unresponsive relationship.

The smell made my eyes sore, I took off the phone attached to my ear, edited a text message and sent it.

During this period of time, Wen Rang didn't hear what He Shishen said on the phone. The train was passing through a tunnel, the signal was unstable, and the voice on the phone was intermittent, and finally hung up by himself.

And that text message has been circulating for a long time, Wen Rang regretted it a little, he hoped that this text message would not be sent.

But soon, the text message was sent.

Wen Rang scolded himself for being mean, and wept while covering his face on the small table.

[I haven't liked it. 】

He Shishen looked at the phone call that he hung up for no reason, and the text message that he replied after a long time, and he didn't know where in his heart he was frozen.