In the past, although Yi Hui was not smart, and his intelligence was equivalent to that of a young child, he actually didn't cry much.

He knows that he is tall and has been in this world longer than those children, that his mother doesn't cry when he is sick, and his brother doesn't cry when he is busy with work. He is an adult like them, and crying can't solve any problems, and Very humiliating.

But for some reason, as long as Zhou Jinheng was around, he couldn't help it.

The first time we met, he was crying.

It was a spring afternoon, and a slanting sun swept into the house along the edge of the window, dividing the drawing paper in front of him into light and dark halves. The students in the front row were sketching, and the rustling of pencils on paper made the atmosphere of the whole studio more peaceful.

Yi Hui sat in the corner of the back row. The more anxious he became, the more his hand holding the pen trembled. The tip of the pen trembled even more as soon as it approached the surface of the paper. The lines he drew were crooked and unsightly.

He bit his lower lip, controlling his wrist while trying to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind. Mom was still waiting for him in the hospital, waiting for him to paint the flowers outside the window and bring them back.

Although everyone was hiding it from him, he still guessed from his mother's half-conscious state and the expression on the doctor's speech that her mother would soon leave him.

Mom said she wanted to see spring flowers, how could he not satisfy her wish?

Thinking of this, Yi Hui took a deep breath and changed to a new drawing paper, then desperately opened his eyes and held his breath. Just as he was about to write down, there was a slight click from the back.

The window opened, first there was a slit, and then the sunlight poured in. Then, a figure blocked most of the light, grabbed the edge of the window with both hands, stretched out his long legs, and jumped down neatly.

is a young boy.

The window is very small, but the boy's stature is very tall, and it is not the first time to do this kind of thing so smoothly.

Entering the house, the boy clapped his hands to lightly dust the dust, put one hand back in his pocket, and when he turned around, there was still a smug look on his face that he didn't have time to put away.

Then he met Yi Hui's inquiring gaze.

The quickly gloomy complexion covered a little discomfort and embarrassment. The boy preempted and glared fiercely: "What are you looking at?"

Yi Hui shook his head, wanting to say that he didn't do it on purpose, maybe the sunlight outside the window was too dazzling, and at the same time as he blinked, the tears that had been stored in his eyes for a long time welled up.

The boy obviously didn't expect to be scared to cry, so he said "hello" uncomfortably, took two steps forward, stretched out his hand from his trouser pocket to touch the school uniform pocket, but found nothing, and spread his hands awkwardly: "Why are you crying? ?"

Yi Hui turned his back in embarrassment, while clutching his cuffs and wiping away tears, he shook his head, meaning "it's none of your business", but the boy got it wrong. Seeing that there was no teacher on the podium, he strode around in front of him. , squatted down, raised his neck to observe: "I'm really crying... Am I that fierce?"

The boy's tone was both impatient and annoyed, which made Yi Hui extremely embarrassed. However, he felt sad in his heart, and he couldn't hold back his tears, so he let go and started crying, covering his face with his arms, trying not to make a sound.

When he had enough to vent, he choked down his arms and saw that the boy was still there through his vision blurred by tears.

"You're done crying?" The boy sneered, but his expression did not show contempt. He handed over a handkerchief he found somewhere, "Wipe. If I scared you just now... I'm sorry."

The boy is obviously not good at lowering his posture and saying things like apology.

Yi Hui consciously caused trouble to others, took the handkerchief and whispered "thank you".

I wanted to wipe away the tears and snot, and explained to the boy that he didn't cry because of him, but the boy stood up, swayed to the seat in the back row of the studio against the wall, put three chairs together, lay down and picked up a copy Covering his face with the book, he dozed off with Erlang's legs crossed.

Yi Hui has many doubts in his heart, who is he? Why go through the window?

But these are not important, nor should he ask.

Folding the handkerchief carefully, Yi Hui concentrated and continued to paint.

After crying, feel a lot more comfortable, and once devote self to it, efficiency will also improve. In a short while, the paper is covered with soft lines of flowers, and a twig winds up, stringing together the budding and already blooming flowers equally.

"It's a nice drawing."

The moment the voice suddenly appeared above his head, Yi Hui was startled and his hands loosened.

The boy stretched out his hand to catch the paintbrush and put it back into Yi Hui's hand: "Am I really that scary?"

Yi Hui tilted his head slightly and met the boy's half-squinted sleepy eyes. He yawned like no one else, and continued to evaluate the painting, pointing his long fingers on the drawing paper: "Well, here, and here, it would be better if the colors were brighter."

His voice was low and lazy, and his tone was casual. Yi Hui carefully looked at the two places he pointed and found that what he said made sense.

"Thank you, thank you." Yi Hui thanked again, moved his butt to the side, and invited the boy to sit down.

The boy waved his hand, raised his arm and stretched his waist, twisted his neck, and glanced in front of him: "I really want to thank me, please help me draw a picture next time."

Yi Hui nodded ignorantly and solemnly: "What, what painting?"

"Portrait." The boy winked at him and smiled, then put his index finger to his lips and said in a low voice, "This is a secret between us, don't tell anyone else."

This is their first encounter.

At that time, Zhou Jinheng was still studying, with the youthful vigor and vigor, he rushed into Yi Hui's world recklessly, and together with the fragrance of birds and flowers on that spring afternoon, he was carefully treasured by Yi Hui.

Later, when they reunited at a blind date, Yi Hui only regarded it as a fate. Even if the other party did not remember the first meeting in the studio that day, Yi Hui still believed that they still had a lot of time in the future, and he could slowly let him Remember, make more and better memories.

He immersed himself in the sweetness of his own accord, ignoring the reason why Zhou Jinheng appeared in the studio at that time, and the perfunctory and boredom that Zhou Jinheng hardly concealed when facing him.

There were some things in last life that understood until the end, but suddenly realized something after changing body. Yi Hui smiled bitterly. In the past, he thought that through hard work, he could be no different from a normal person, but now he realizes that most of the stupidity comes from nature, otherwise he would not be struggling until the last moment of his life, doing all the stupid things.

Jiang Xuemei was about to come back, and Jiang Yimang sat on the side to observe Yi Hui. Seeing him crying and laughing for a while, he didn't dare to let out the air.

After all, Yi Hui took the initiative to comfort her: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Jiang Yimang was suspicious: "Then why did you just...why were you crying?"

Yi Hui thought for a while and said, "Sand caught my eye."

"Che, you lied to the child." Jiang Yimang rolled his eyes, and then began to use his imagination, "Let me guess... Actually, you are also a fan of Hengheng, right? The hidden one, for fear that people will call you a big one. It's a shame, old men, chasing stars, oh - no wonder I was in a hurry to leave at the door of the hotel just now, knowing that I will cry when I see an idol, right?"

Yi Hui was speechless about his sister's breakthrough, but he couldn't think of any other better explanation, so he simply didn't answer.

Jiang Yimang thought he had acquiesced, and jumped and jumped on the bed, saying that there would be a fan meeting tomorrow morning and asked Yi Hui to go with her.

"I'm not going." Yi Hui instinctively avoided, "I didn't sleep well yesterday, I want to sleep a little longer."

Jiang Yimang held his arm and acted coquettishly: "It's better to go to bed early tonight, anyway, the game is the day after tomorrow, so come with me tomorrow, okay bro?"

Yi Hui was soft-hearted by her "brother" call, and said helplessly, "Do you still want to see me cry?"

The tearful face came to mind, Jiang Yimang shuddered, weighed it again and again, let go, and decided to give up.

He cried so terribly at that time that he didn't make a sound, but there seemed to be boundless despair in his empty pupils, so thick that it seemed to devour people.

In the Garden Hotel not far away, Zhou Jinheng, who had just returned from the company, was worrying about the meeting tomorrow.

At this time, who is in the mood to hold a fan meeting? He never disdains to restrain his emotions and smirk in front of people. If Yi Hui doesn't show up, he will probably have a black face tomorrow, and then he will be criticized by major media for playing big names.

Where did the little fool go? Zhou Jinheng didn't know how many times he asked himself today.

But there was no answer, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't figure out a clue to follow.

After the Weibo was sent out for a long time, Zhou Jinheng's cell phone hadn't rang. He couldn't wait. He returned to the capital and settled down. On the way out of the hotel to the company, he called the old man and asked if the little fool had contacted him.

The old man held a grudge and said sarcastically, "Your spouse, you don't know where he went, and came to ask me about this father-in-law?"

Zhou Jinheng gritted his teeth: "Legally speaking, he is not my spouse." He was afraid that the old man would not tell him any news if he was unhappy, so he suppressed his temper and said, "If he contacts you, please let me know as soon as possible. "

Before hanging up the phone, he was reprimanded, because he said that he was going to take Yi Hui to a family party. The old man felt very shameless and called him incompetent. Even a fool couldn't coax him well.

Zhou Jinheng was so furious at the time, he was so angry that he almost bought a plane ticket and went back and kicked the newly rescued Bai Xuehua to death.

Now that calm down, feel that the old man's aggressive methods are still as ridiculous as ever.

It's not that he's not good at coaxing, it's that he doesn't bother to coax at all. The little fool is so clingy to him, he doesn't need to do anything, he just follows up, even if he gets angry, it won't take too long, and if he apologizes casually, the little fool will hide and snicker.

Even so, Zhou Jinheng decided to put down his body and take the initiative to find him. It's just this one time, just take pity on him for not going home for half a month, and now I don't know where to squat and cry, waiting to find him.

Having been in the entertainment industry for two years, Zhou Jinheng also knew a little about the world. He was reluctant to ask for help from the gang of friends in S City, fearing that he would be indebted to others, so after thinking about it, he dialed a number signed "Yang Chengxuan".

Hearing his intentions, Yang Chengxuan pondered for a moment and asked, "Isn't Fang Youqing back?"

Zhou Jinheng was inexplicable: "What does it have to do with me looking for a little fool when he comes back?"

Yang Chengxuan smiled: "I thought you would dump that fool."

Zhou Jinheng was stunned. Fang Youqing has been back to China for several days. They talked on the phone and had dinner together. He reminisced about the past and looked forward to the future. During this time, he never had the idea of ​​getting rid of the little fool.

The Zhou family chose to marry the Yi family in order to save the emergency. After two years of operation, the Zhou family's business has once again been on the right track. The old man did not let him regret his marriage because he was afraid that outsiders would say that their family had crossed the river and demolished the bridge. He never thought of regretting the marriage again. for what?

This so-called marriage has always been a joke in Zhou Jinheng's eyes. If it wasn't for Fang Youqing who left him to go abroad at that time, he would be disheartened and decadent all day long, and he would not have agreed so easily.

If being an actor in the entertainment industry was the only thing that could make him regain his fighting spirit at that time, the effect of entering into such an absurd marriage with Yi Hui was to distract him and ease the pain of lovelorn. In a nutshell, it's healing.

No matter what high-sounding excuses are made to refute it, it is undeniable that he and even the Zhou family have used Yi Hui. The difference is that the Zhou family used it openly, and he used it quietly. In contrast, he was more despicable.

Let's treat him better in the future, Zhou Jinheng thought, when the time comes to really separate, there won't be any guilt or discomfort.

What's more, the little fool is so easy to coax, and when he returns to his home in S City a few times a month, he is so happy that he is about to fly.

The most urgent task is to find the little fool first.

At the end of the phone call just now, Yang Chengxuan reminded him that he could recall the last time he met or talked to the little fool. Zhou Jinheng tried his best to recall it, but he had no clue about the headache.

It was his birthday that day. He only remembered that he drank a lot of alcohol and his head was not clear. Before that, he seemed to have promised the little fool to spend time together. Later, he received a call...

Thinking of this, the phone that was thrown on the bed rang in time.

Another uncle, Cheng Feichi.

Pinching between his brows and taking two deep breaths, Zhou Jinheng sat on the edge of the bed and pressed on.

Or the one who spoke first: "Has Yi Hui gone home?"

Zhou Jinheng usually doesn't have much contact with this high-ranking uncle, and they don't know each other well. It stands to reason that he should be a very easy-going person in private, otherwise the little fool would not be so close to him. But once the titular eldest brother turned around to face him, his attitude immediately turned downhill. He didn't talk about any kinship, and he could feel the undisguised indifference across the phone line.

Zhou Jinheng's attitude naturally didn't improve: "No, I asked someone to check, and the results should be available soon."

Cheng Feichi asked back, "Aren't you going to look for it?"

"I've been looking for it, I've searched all the places I could find," Zhou Jinheng said angrily, "Who knows where he's hiding?"

Cheng Feichi said solemnly, "I should ask you this."

Zhou Jinheng almost laughed angrily: "Why, did he let me know before he left home, or did he leave me any clues? I'm not a roundworm in his stomach, the ghost knows whether he will go east or west after he leaves home, go to heavenOr into the ground?"

The words were straightforward, but doubts arose in my heart.

He vaguely realized that something was wrong.

The Yi family has a lot of power in S City, even if the old man of the Yi family is too lazy to take care of this stupid son, the eldest brother will not let it go.However, the phone call Cheng Feichi made to him meant that he had not found anyone.

I thought the person on the other end would hang up unceremoniously after hearing this, but it didn't.

The two fell into silence at the same time. After about half a minute, Zhou Jinheng was about to ask him when was the last time he contacted Yi Hui, and the other end of the phone said, "Half a month ago, that is, the night before I went abroad, Yi HuiSent me a text."

Zhou Jinheng couldn't help but pricked up his ears: "What did he send?"

After another two or three seconds of silence, Cheng Feichi said word by word: "He said: 'Brother, he treats me very well, you don't need to worry about me in the future'."