He Gu frowned deeply: "Ju Han, how could this be a multiple-choice question? You are not the same thing at all, so don't make it difficult for me."

"I'm embarrassing you? Feng Zheng is more important to you than me? You fucking hesitate and say I'm embarrassing you. You've been fine without him for six years, why can't you do it now?! I don't have time to accompany you. Your assis ititchy!"

"Ju Han!" He Gu yelled, "What do you want? You are 26, can you think about it for others?"

Song Juhan's face was hot, he stared straight, pinched He Gu's chin, and said viciously, "You educate me? What kind of onion are you? Are you worthy of educating me?"

He Gu's chest rose and fell vigorously, and he looked a little excited.

Song Juhan pushed him away with a cold look in his eyes: "Why, don't let me see you again." He opened the door and got out of the car, slamming the door hard.

He Gu's body trembled along with the car body, and his mind went blank.

Don't let me see you again.

Don't let me see you again.

Don't let me see you again.

He Gu's ears kept echoing these words, more and more harshly, he felt a poisonous snake burrowed into his ears and penetrated directly into his internal organs, causing him unbearable pain.

Song Juhan doesn't want to see him again? ended? Six years, is it really over?

Do not……

He knew this day would come, he thought he was ready, but...but!

Seeing Song Juhan's leaving back in the rearview mirror, He Gu felt a huge fear grabbing at his heart, making him feel cold all over and his limbs weak.

Before his brain could react, he suddenly opened the car door and roared, "Ju Han!"

Song Juhan didn't turn his head back and was about to cross the road.

"Ju Han, wait a minute!" In He Gu's sight, the whole world turned gray, only Song Juhan could see into his pupils, and he chased after the only touch of color regardless.

Suddenly, a dazzling white light lit up, and then, the sound of braking like needles penetrated into the eardrum. Why did he feel a gust of wind mixed with domineering force hitting his body, and he was brought to the ground uncontrollably and rolled several times. laps until it hits a curb.

"Why!"

Why is his eyes darkened, his eyes dizzy, and he can't slow down for a long time.

"Why! Why!" Song Juhan's voice changed, he picked up He Gu and kept touching, "How are you, where are you hurting? Where did you hit? Why!"

He Gu's eyes were scattered, and he couldn't analyze what Song Juhan said for a while.

The driver got out of the car and ran over in a hurry, trembling with fright, "How, how?!"

Song Juhan roared: "How is it?! How is he, I want your life!"

"Yes, he suddenly rushed out..." The driver took out his mobile phone and dialed 120 tremblingly.

Song Juhan kept patting He Gu's face, his hands were shaking: "He Gu, can you hear me? How are you?"

He Gu finally regained his senses. He felt a little pain in his body and dizzy, but he didn't seem to be in serious trouble. He clung to Song Juhan's sleeve: "It seems...it's okay..."

"Where's the ambulance? When will the ambulance arrive!" Song Juhan shouted to the driver.

"Soon, soon."

Song Juhan kept gasping for breath. He continued to touch the bones of He Gu's body. After realizing that there was nothing serious, his breath gradually calmed down. He gritted his teeth and looked at He Gu, "Are you an idiot? You don't look at the road when you walk. ?"

He Gu hit Lu Ya with his head just now. He probably suffered a concussion. He was very unconscious. He just grabbed Song Juhan's sleeve tightly and said dazedly, "Don't go."

"I'm not leaving, I'm right here." Song Juhan hugged He Gu tightly, frowning into the word "Chuan".

The ambulance and the traffic police arrived at almost the same time. Song Juhan looked at the people who came around at some unknown time, so he could only try to bury his face as low and low as possible. Fortunately, they were in the shadow of a big tree and were not easy to be seen. Clear face.

The driver was at a loss when Song Juhan whispered, "Come here."

When the driver came over, Song Ju said coldly, "Give me your hat and glasses, and then swear not to tell anyone that you saw me, and forget about today's affairs."

The driver recognized Song Juhan for a long time, he was stunned: "Yes, yes, I will never say." He quickly took off his hat and glasses, put them on Song Juhan, and took the initiative to evacuate the crowd. Although there was a problem with why He suddenly rushed out, but he was a bit fast at the time, who would want to cause such trouble.

Song Juhan lowered the brim of his hat, and He Gu got into the ambulance, and was relieved.

The nurse raised her head and said, "Yeah", "Song Juhan!"

Song Juhan looked at her angrily: "Hurry up and check."

He Gu was in a daze, and when he arrived at the hospital, he almost fell asleep.

The doctor examined him. He had a moderate concussion and some soft tissue contusions. It was not a big problem. The doctor asked him to stay in the hospital for one night and then go home to rest for a few days.

After taking the medicine and taking the injection, He Gu was dizzy and nauseated, but his mind was clear. He sighed: "Ju Han, I'm sorry, I did something stupid."

Song Juhan touched his forehead: "Okay, take a good rest."

He Gu felt both ashamed and annoyed, he seemed to have lost control at the time, he just wanted to catch Song Juhan and keep this person out of his sight.

He realized sadly that, even after preparing for so long, the day when the lead was burnt out and it exploded with a bang, he would still be bruised and bruised all over.

He felt hopelessly powerless.

If the heart can be manipulated as one wishes, how many tragedies would be less in the world.

But if his heart could really be controlled freely, he would not choose not to love Song Juhan, he would dig out his heart and not love anyone.

Song Juhan looked at him by the bed for a while, then took off his shoes and got on the bed, hugged him gently, and said in his ear, "I've been tossing with you all night, I'm exhausted."

He Gu felt Song Juhan's broad and hot chest, and his heart was strangely calm. He gently held Song Juhan's hand and whispered, "Go to sleep."

In the dim consciousness, he heard Song Juhan whispering: "Why, you are really an idiot, why can't you say a few soft words."

Why did he try hard to tell if he was dreaming, but he was too sleepy to open his eyes, so he could only let himself fall into a deep sleep.

When woke up the next day, He Gu threw up a lot and couldn't eat any food. He was temporarily useless.

He called and explained a few things to his subordinates, and then personally asked for a leave of absence from his boss. Now is the busiest time.

Xiaosong came in to deliver the meal. Seeing that He Gu was still on the phone and talking about business affairs, he came up to grab the mobile phone, "He Gu, you are still working like this."

Why did he make a "shush", "I'll say a few more words... Yes, there is definitely something wrong with that batch of wall paint, the trademarks are all fake, you can confirm with the original factory, um... yes..."

After hanging up the phone, Xiaosong looked at him helplessly: "I bought you some white porridge, why do you have to eat something."

He Gu smiled bitterly and said, "I really have no appetite, what about Ju Han?" He is now dizzy and nauseated.

"He has an announcement and will be back in the afternoon." Komatsu sat next to him, scooping up porridge to feed him.

Why is there nowhere to hide, but to eat.

"Brother, you are too careless. Why don't you look at the road when crossing the road? Fortunately, there is nothing serious, it scares you to death."

He Gu was also afraid after thinking about it: "I was in a hurry at the time, alas, fortunately."

"But it's a blessing in disguise."

"Um?"

The thief Xiaosong smiled: "Aren't you and Brother Han reconciled?"

Why is it a little dazed, are they reconciled?

"This is a great joy."

Looking at the heartless smile on Komatsu's young face, He Gu was really envious. When he was Komatsu's age, he had not met Song Juhan again, and he was so simple and childish.

After the meal, Komatsu sent He Gu back home and left him the medicine to let him rest.

He Gu endured dizziness and took a bath, put on comfortable home clothes, and felt a lot more comfortable.

He slept all day and didn't want to sleep any more, so he turned on the TV and played Song Juhan's MV. In his spare time, this was his favorite thing to do.

Watching and listening, time passed quickly, and then was confused again.

In the drowsiness, He Gu heard someone calling him and his face was slapped lightly. He forced his eyes to open a slit: "...Ju Han?"

"Why did you sleep on the sofa? Now that you have a concussion, can't you just rest on the boat?"

"Ah... I didn't want to sleep at all." He Gu glanced out the window and propped himself up, "It's getting dark, have you eaten yet?"

"No, I bought takeout." Song Juhan pouted at the plastic bag on the coffee table, and then his eyes fell on the TV screen, "Are you watching my video?"

"Well, I want to relax."

"I'm here, why are you looking at this?" Song Juhan frowned as he looked at the frozen album cover, "What kind of aesthetic was that a few years ago, this makeup is so ugly."

He Gu smiled: "I think it's not bad."

"I improvised this song a little later, and I didn't like to show off my skills as much as I did a few years ago. I think I can sing better now."

"Really?" He Gu moved in his heart and asked tentatively, "Can you sing to me?"

"Okay, let's eat first, and I'll sing live karaoke for you later." Song Juhan squeezed He Gu's chin with a smile, "Do you know how much it costs for me to sing a song, you've made a lot of money."

He Gu teased: "Eighty thousand a minute?"

Song Juhan curled his lips: "With different billing methods, I have a song of 300,000 yuan on the spot."

He Gu smiled and said, "It's really huge profits."

Song Juhan pulled him off the sofa: "Come and eat."

The two were eating takeout, and the atmosphere turned out to be unprecedented harmony. No one mentioned what happened last night, or what happened before. Why would they rather lose their memory, or just live in the current memory.

After eating, Song Juhan really wanted to sing, he sang a cappella into the microphone and frowned, "This Mai Zhenji."

"It's a gift when you buy a TV, and I'll go back and buy a set."

"Forget it, I have a bunch of them. Next time, let Xiaosong send a pair over." Song Juhan put one arm around He Gu's waist, bowed his head and smiled at him, "Listen well."

He Gu raised the corners of his mouth and nodded with a smile.

Song Juhan sang a love song with that unique lazy voice.

Song Juhan was right, his current voice is less exaggerated than in the past few years, and has more charm. The deep emotion contained in a song can make people tremble uncontrollably.

He Gu listened, only to feel a sore eye socket, and the urge to cry.

The last time Song Juhan sang to him was that afternoon six years ago. Looking back now, it was the most unforgettable and sweetest scene in his life. Song Juhan, holding a guitar, closed his eyes, and sang intoxicated, onlySong Juhan, who sings to him alone, is like a shining angel, which will always exist in his best memories.

Now, even if the scene of that day is reproduced, it is already a different person.