"You're not... say again you're not?"

Zhou Jinheng's voice was very low, and he couldn't hear his emotions. If he hadn't seen his slightly twitching cheeks, he seemed to be gritting his teeth and enduring something. Yi Hui almost thought he wasn't angry, he was just confirming repeatedly, hoping to get the most accurate answer.

Yi Hui took a deep breath and said, "I'm not."

After he finished speaking, he released the tense strength from his body and found that lying is actually not that difficult.

Especially after saying it once, it becomes extraordinarily easy to say it again. Zhou Jinheng sneered again and failed to make the fear come back.

After another chuckle, Zhou Jinheng asked, "That time at the airport, there was an art exhibition, how would you explain your reaction?"

"I'm afraid of life, and of course I want to avoid it when I see so many people at the airport." Yi Hui replied one by one, "When a stranger stops you in a public place like an art exhibition, normal people will be nervous and scared."

This answer makes perfect sense, but precisely because he couldn't find any loopholes, Zhou Jinheng was even more suspicious. When he asked the next question, he was not as confident as before: "Then...why did you draw me?"

I'm talking about the painting that won the prize.

Yi Hui expected that he would ask this, and said it like a line of explanation that he had prepared in a hurry: "My sister is your fan, and I accidentally drew an outline similar to yours during the competition, and later felt that it was suspected of infringement. , I took the initiative to pay the liquidated damages and withdraw the painting.”

The more impeccable answer than before made Zhou Jinheng stunned for a moment.

He still didn't believe it, but he couldn't hide it with a smile: "Accidental? What a 'careless'."

Yi Hui held his neck and looked at him, his magnanimous gaze tore what little confidence he had left to shreds.

Zhou Jinheng's throat tightened, his breath was heavy, and he struggled like a force at the end of the line: "Don't lie to me, don't try to lie to me... No matter what you become, I will recognize you."

Until he returned home and lay on the bed, Yi Hui's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes and two little self reflected in his eyes.

He turned over and covered his head with a quilt. The hand that was squeezed so hard was still aching. He put that hand in his arms and pressed it against his chest, covered by his cold heart. A little bit of air-conditioning, this will make you feel more comfortable.

When he was about to fall asleep, he took off the mask used as a disguise in a drowsy state, temporarily letting go of Jiang Yihui's identity. Yi Hui thought to no bounds, why couldn't he hold the gray hand earlier, as tight as today. Hold tight, maybe he can hold on for a while longer, until you find him good, until you are willing to look back at him.

After a whole night of dreaming, Yi Hui woke up and sat beside the bed for a long time, rubbing his dizzy head. He couldn't recall a single coherent plot, only some bizarre episodes.

For example, Jiang Yimang killed his favorite goose and braised it, and five large porcelain bowls could not hold it.

Because the picture was too real and shocking, he hurriedly called Aunt Qiu and learned that the big geese were all staying in the fence. Find a hole in the ground to hide.

"If I really kill that goose, I won't let you find out. I'll tell you when you eat the goose meat." The more Jiang Yimang thought about it, the more amused he felt, covering his aching stomach, "Oh my brother. , are you going to laugh at me early in the morning so that I can inherit the math homework I haven't finished?"

Jiang Xuemei came out of the room and asked inexplicably, "What math homework?"

Jiang Yimang responded very quickly, and pulled Yihui as a shield: "Brother thought I killed his goose, so I called Aunt Qiu to confirm the safety of the goose."

Jiang Xuemei laughed when she heard it: "It's just across a dirt road, you can hear it when you open the window and yell, do you need to make a phone call?"

Of course, Yi Hui didn't say that he was afraid of being heard by someone who didn't know where he was ambushing. He blushed and said, "It's faster to make a phone call."

The family of three happily ate breakfast. When drying clothes, Yi Hui didn't even look outside the hospital. When he returned to the house, he used his mobile phone to surf the Internet to see where the flower fertilizer he bought was. Two unread messages that were ignored lay before him.

One is from yesterday afternoon: [Where did you go? When are you coming back? 】

One is from last night: [Can you give me a reply? I am anxious】

For these two lines, Yi Hui still felt more at a loss than others.

Why worry?

How to reply?

But didn't send text messages again today, which made Yi Hui a little relieved, thinking that the face-to-face rejection Dr. Liu said was really effective.

Moreover, he is already Jiang Yihui, and the changes are far from earth-shaking. At least it is very different from before. The mother and daughter of the Jiang family were not aware of it. How could that person recognize it?

He must be alarmist again. He used to bully him for being stupid, and he always joked and teased with nonsense. Now he is still using this trick to scare people. Is he still the fool who said what he believed?

Yi Hui, who has always been calm, was a little annoyed, and pushed the bicycle out when he went to let goose in the afternoon.

He thinks with confidence that riding a bike is faster than walking, and in that situation, he must never be caught again.

This time, the precautions are superfluous.

Yi Hui had never ridden a bicycle very much. He rode slowly out of caution, and the geese could not run as fast. The three big white geese rushed in front, and he was still staring at the ground and moving forward at a fast speed, for fear that he would look like a geese. The same day fell into a pit and fell somersaults.

On the way back, maybe they were full and energetic, and the geese ran even more joyously, flapping their wings and running and flying, as if you were trying to break the long-distance running record.

Yi Hui couldn't keep up, afraid that the goose would get lost, so he stepped on the pedal in a hurry.

When the speed is fast, the front of the car cannot be stabilized. Seeing that the front wheel is about to roll into a deep pit in the road, the rear wheel is suddenly locked as if locked, the front of the car is tilted immediately, the driving direction changes, and it can run over the edge of the pit. past.

Yi Hui was so frightened by this thrilling scene that his heart was beating wildly, thinking that Jiang Yihui would definitely not be able to ride a bike, otherwise he wouldn't have left any muscle memory for this body, but he still turned his head and looked back, as he expected, there was no one there. .

Good luck, Yi Hui thought while heaving a sigh of relief.

The figure stepping on the bicycle gradually drifted away, and Zhou Jinheng sat in the middle of the grass that was half a person high by the side of the road because he was too hasty to dodge.

He tried to stand up with his arms supported, but his palm was scratched by the glass shards buried in the mud. He stood up and patted the dirt all over his body, then looked at the fresh wound on his hand. , Now there is another excuse to take leave with the crew.

When I called Xiaolin to ask the crew to ask for a few more days off, Xiaolin replied in a somber voice: "Brother, can I call you brother? I really can't ask for this fake anymore, they are all waiting for you to start work. The wound on the face can't be seen once the foundation cover is covered, the crew has paid for the insurance, and they have also issued an apology statement.

After listening to his complaint, Zhou Jinheng continued to call him "brother" politely, and pretended to be weak: "Not only the face, but also the hands are injured and infected, there are signs of fever, and the character I want to hold a weapon, the hands There are so many close-ups, I really can’t take pictures.”

After sending the photo of the hand injury, Kobayashi replied with a series of ellipses, and finally compromised and asked for leave for him.

Zhou Jinheng likes filming. In the past, he only insisted on working when he was sick, and he never complained about taking a rest. Unexpectedly, the first time made up a reason to be passive at work was to coax wife to go home.

Pulling the corner of his mouth, Zhou Jinheng smiled helplessly, his wife refused to go home with him, and she pretended not to know him, what should do?

He knew that he was like a perverted stalker these days, and if he wandered around Yi Hui again, he might frighten him to the police. The little fool is very timid, and he doesn't dare to ride a bicycle fast. He was forced to say those words yesterday, and it was hard enough for him.

Since Yi Hui is unwilling, he will not meet for the time being, and he does not want to lose control and go mad in front of him again.

With a quick glance just now, Zhou Jinheng saw with sharp eyes that Yi Hui's chin was still red. Last night, he thought he didn't exert much effort, but he forgot how much the little fool can bear, even if it hurt so much, he wouldn't make a single sound.

It's time to learn to restrain his temper, Zhou Jinheng thought, at least not let him be so afraid of me, at least let him go home with me willingly.

Everything was settled over there and began to make plans. Yi Hui here had no idea at all. He walked into the yard humming "Good Luck", and told Jiang Yimang, who came back from school, that he was not only lucky today, but his riding skills were also improved to a higher level. .

Jiang Yimang still remembered what happened in the morning, and squinted at him: "Did you ride a bike to release geese? Did you take a closer look to see if your geese are missing arms or legs?"

Yi Hui's face became hot when she said, "No, no, not a single feather."

In the evening, the family watched TV in the living room after dinner. When the phone on the table vibrated, Yi Hui shivered reflexively. When he picked up the phone, he turned his head away and didn't dare to look at it.

After repeating this several times, Jiang Yimang couldn't stand it any longer: "Who is it? Just block it if you don't want to receive text messages."

After Yi Hui heard her explanation of the term for "pulling black", she widened her eyes and said, "Is this still possible?"

Jiang Yimang rolled his eyes fiercely: "Brother, you should go out more in the future, staying at home all day will be boring."

Yi Hui thought to himself that I was an idiot. It was normal for a idiot to not know how to block.

Go back to the room and close the door, first take the familiar number lying on the text message interface to operate, set, pull down, and block this number, all in one go.

Putting down the phone, he felt that the world was extremely clean, and there was nothing to frighten him anymore, and even looking at the phone was pleasing to the eye.

The next morning, under the guidance of Jiang Yimang, Yi Hui set up a Weibo on his mobile phone and registered an account.

The name was chosen right now. He wanted to choose one from "Hui Se Tian", "Hui Guang Forever", and "Hui Hui's Little World", but Jiang Yimang started rolling his eyes after hearing this, saying that no young man today would know his name. Stuffed into the screen name, it is simply earth-shattering.

Yi Hui thought about it and thought it made sense. He humbly listened to Jiang Yimang's heated discussions with the little sisters in the group, and finally settled on her name before she went to school.

The sun was just right in the morning, Yi Hui was sitting by the window, reading the note left by Jiang Yimang, holding his mobile phone, struggling to type the words "①Little Huixia", using his mobile phone number for real-name authentication, and sending the first When I posted a Weibo, I couldn't find where the circled "1" was, so I had to post it like this - Hello everyone, I'm a little huixia.

Xiaohuixia has not yet started to publish works, except for Jiang Yimang and her little sisters, there are still several zombie accounts lying in the fan list.

Yi Hui didn't understand what a zombie account was. Jiang Yimang told him through WeChat voice during class, but he didn't understand it.

In the afternoon, he used a digital tablet to draw up a cartoon drawing. After drawing the lines, he thought it looked good, and it was no problem to make an avatar. Pick up the phone and find a new fan and a new message.

Yi Hui watched it for a long time, wondering what the attributes of this new fan named "Dora Heng Heng" were.

He remembered that Jiang Yimang had said that zombie fans would not leave comments or likes for him, but this person left a message as soon as he came, shouldn't it be a zombie?

And Doraemon's avatar is so cute.

Doraemon: Hello [Rose]

Yi Hui stared at the rose for a while, inexplicably a little shy.

Roses symbolize love, how can you give them casually?