There was silence in the ward, and the medical equipment was ticking.

The little nurse opened the door and came in to change the medicine bottle for the infusion, and was taken aback by the heavy depression in the room.

The gleam of rain fell on the pillow, illuminating the line of Chen Hezheng's nose and the hair hanging on his forehead, showing a sense of loneliness.Regardless of the needle still buried on the back of his hand, he stretched out his hand and said in a steady tone, "Give me the phone, I'll take a look."

The resolution of the six photos was not high. Chen Hezheng swiped the screen and flipped through them hastily. Then, he turned his head away and coughed before saying, "It's not her."

Chen Heying raised his eyebrows. It was a very sinister expression. He said with a half-smile: "Are you going to deny it because you have been mosaiced because of your face? Do you want me to find someone to find out who is that girl?"Who?"

"Just ask." Chen Hezheng's eyes were indifferent, with a firmness that refused to give in. "If I say it's not her, I definitely am not. My person, I will not admit my mistake."

"Your person?" Chen Heying smiled, "Don't talk so full, young master. What is your relationship now? Friends? Lovers? Or the ex who broke up for five years?"

This question seemed trivial, but it directly hit Chen Hezheng's weakness. His fingers resting on the white sheet could not help but tighten, and the phalanx knuckles were protruding and sharp.

"A Zheng, I asked you to go back to Germany because I want you to change your environment. You have been stuck in the past for a long time, go live a new life." Chen Heying leaned back against the back of the chair, his eyes were deep, his toneBut she tended to be gentle, and persuaded, "You don't want to leave, what can you do if you stay in China? Get back together with her, or watch her get married and have children? Turn the little relationship when you were young into a bitter drama, and make troubles between two people.to the point of disgust?"

Outside the window, the heavy rain did not stop, and the noise was torrential.

Chen Hezheng had no expression on his face, but his eyes seemed to be flooded with messy light from the rain, and the pupils were soaked with a damp mist feeling, like ancient colored glaze buried in ice and snow.

Yeah, what the hell is he trying to do?

Composite?The thorn is still stuck there, the pain is still there, how can he be willing.

leave?Let go of her completely and start a new life?

Can he do it?

Once, in all his plans for a new life, there were traces of another person's participation, how could it be easily erased.

Water stains meandered on the glass windows, and the ward fell into silence again.

The assistant knocked on the door and came in, first greeted Chen Hezheng, then bent down and whispered something to Chen Heying.

Chen Heying is very busy, with countless meetings and business negotiations, being able to stay in the hospital for so long is already a matter of love and righteousness.He stood up and went outside the ward to answer a business phone call. When he came back, Chen Hezheng leaned on the pillow and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep. His outline was still clear, and the shadow of his eyelashes fell on it, showing a slight fatigue.

The nurse brought a bunch of fresh calla lilies, cut off the excess branches and leaves, and put them in a vase on the coffee table, making the dull air more alive.

Chen Heying paused beside the hospital bed for a moment, dimmed the lights, and lifted up the quilt that had slipped onto Chen Hezheng's chest.He walked lightly and was about to go out when the nurse called him, handed over a piece of paper with writing on it, and said, "Mr. Chen, this is what Mr. Little Chen asked me to pass on to you.He should rest and not accept visits, let you report his safety to friends who care about him on his behalf."

The paper was folded, Chen Heying threw it away with one hand, and the first thing he saw was——

"I have fantasized about walking with you for many seasons."

People with Chen Heying's character rarely sighed, and rarely felt embarrassed, but this time, he sighed very lightly.

From the beginning to the end, he never asked a question - A Zheng, do you still love her.

No need to ask, the answer is clear and violent, and it's right there.

It was almost scorching hot.

That person, Chen Hezheng, has a cool and thin skin, cold, elegant, and unattainable. Who would have thought that once his heart is moved, he will be so sincere, magnanimous and persistent.

Chen Heying felt like a stone weighing a thousand catties was pressed against his head, and his anger couldn't be restrained from rising upwards.He walked through the corridor of the inpatient department and stopped in front of the elevator. The mirror decoration on the wall reflected a pair of dark eyes, and the clouds were rolling inside.

When the elevator door was about to open, Chen Heying waved his hand, and took a step forward with the assistant behind him, "Mr. Chen."

"Jiang Yinglin is still in prison, right?" Chen Heying said, "Arrange it, add some entertainment for him, and don't let him live too comfortably. A Zheng suffered injuries all over his body, someone should pay for it."

The assistant lowered his eyebrows, "I know what to do."

Chen Hezheng stayed in the hospital for seven days. During this period, he only saw Chen Heying once, and had a not-so-pleasant conversation. After that, he never saw anyone except the medical staff.

The mobile phone is set to airplane mode, no social software is used, all new songs are handwritten, and the room is full of messy sheet music, and no one is allowed to clean it up.

Sometimes he would unconsciously hum the newly written melody. The nurse, a shy young man, said with a smile, "It's really nice. Mr. Chen should become a singer, he will definitely be popular!"

Sitting on the fabric sofa by the window, Chen Hezheng paused when he heard that he was writing. The nurse thought he was offended, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk too much."

"It's okay," Chen Hezheng flicked the end of the fountain pen, "I did want to be a singer before, and I would write every year we were together into a song and sing it to her on New Year's Eve. Later, my voice was not so good, it’s nothing.”

Speaking of this, he smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at the warm sun outside the window, "How naive at that time."

While Chen Hezheng was recuperating, Wen Li also fell ill.

She is too thin, her resistance has not been very good, and she is prone to catching colds.When she woke up in the morning, Wen Li felt her head was heavy. She found out the temperature and measured it. Sure enough, she had a fever, which did not improve after taking antipyretics. In the evening, when Fu Ranning came back from the library, Wen Li's temperature was close to 40.Spend.

This number was a bit scary, so Fu Ranning immediately took Wen Li to the hospital by taxi.

It was just a common cold, not a major problem. The doctor who received the treatment prescribed some oral medicine for Wen Li, and asked her to go to the infusion room to hang water.

At this time, it was already dark and there were not many people in the infusion room. Fu Ranning went to pay the fee first, and then went to a nearby snack shop to buy small wontons and hot soy milk, let the warm carp eat some, and pad the stomach, otherwise, the bodyIf you have no strength, it will be more uncomfortable.

In midsummer, Wen Li's fingers were actually cold. She warmed her hands with a cup of warm soybean milk, and said to Fu Ranning with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Ningning, to trouble you."

"What are you talking about!" Fu Ranning glared at her, "We have been friends for so many years, why are you so polite!"

Wen Li smiled weakly.

When going out, she was in a hurry and didn't have time to tidy up carefully. Wen Li had her hair tied up in a bun, a few strands of hair on her cheeks, and she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and skirt made of cotton and linen.She is naturally cold and fair-skinned, even when she is sick, she doesn't look embarrassed, but has a lazy sense of literature and art, gentle and clean.

The little nurse who gave the injection quietly asked Wen Li where she bought the clothes on her body. Wen Li braced himself to look up the purchase records on his mobile phone, found out the name of the shop and the price for others to see, and coughed from time to time while talking..

Fu Ranning watched it, and sighed silently in his heart——

What a girl, so good, and so gentle.

After the little nurse left, the infusion room was completely quiet. The process of hanging the water was very boring. Wen Li was obviously tired, and couldn't fall asleep while sitting, so he could only pass the time by looking at social software.

When she clicked on the official blog homepage of Chen Hezheng's music studio for the fifth time, Fu Ranning couldn't help but said, "Lili, to be honest, you are sick because you are worried about Chen Hezheng, right?"

With so many negative emotions all stagnated in heart, how could not get sick?It's a good thing to be able to get sick and let it out.

Wen Li had nothing to hide in front of Fu Ranning. She rubbed the corner of the phone with her fingertips, nodded and said, "I'm really worried about him, but..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by a cough, but Fu Ranning understood what she meant.

However, she couldn't see him again, and she didn't have the right status to meet him.

They are no longer lovers, let alone friends. As exes who have been separated for many years, even caring is an embarrassment.

Because the name is not right, the words are not right.

Fu Ranning blurted out: "Li Li, let's get back together! If you have lovers, you should get married eventually!"

Finally get married.

What a beautiful vocabulary.

Wen Li exhaled slowly, shook his head and said, "I was the one who let go first, and I chose to give up on him. Now, he has a successful career and is going smoothly. What face and stand do I have to get back together? I have a guilty conscience, I just hopeHe’s fine, don’t get sick, don’t be sad, he’s safe and well, and he’s getting what he wants.”

"But at the beginning, you had no other choice." Fu Ranning knew Wen Li well, and was so angry that he was genuinely angry, "If you want to blame, you should also blame Jiang Yinglin, a black-hearted and rotten person, he deserves to go to jail and die!"

Jiang Yinglin...

Even after many years, Wen Li still felt terrified to mention this name again.

She shook very lightly, and even the rubber tube with the infusion started to shake.

Fu Ranning knew that he was abrupt, and apologized with a bitter face: "I'm sorry, Lili, you are sick, I shouldn't mention those unhappy things."

Wen Li shook his head again, and said with a smile, "It's okay."

The fever made Wen Li weak, so she sent a message to the director of the dance troupe's personnel department and asked for two days of sick leave.

Fu Ranning was going to class and had a very important lecture to attend, so she couldn't spare time to take care of her, so she wanted to call Fu's mother, but Wen Li stopped her.

Wen Li pinched Fu Ranning's round cheeks, and said with a smile: "I have gone down the fever, but I don't have much strength, and I don't need anyone to take care of me. Go to class quickly and don't be late."

After Fu Ranning left, Wen Li made some whole-wheat bread and hot milk for breakfast. While the microwave was running, she picked up her mobile phone to scan Moments and saw the post shared by Zheng Jiaxun the day before.

There are six photos in total, all of which are daily snapshots.Practicing yoga in ballet clothes, low-calorie meals that look great, close-ups of a corner of the house, half-read original foreign books, and a very beautiful adult Samoyed.

Seeing this, the movement of sliding the screen suddenly stopped.

Wen Li was propped on the kitchen island with one hand, maybe he hadn't recovered from the cold yet, so he felt slightly chilly.After a while, she regained her strength, double-clicked lightly, enlarged the photo, and took a closer look at the Samoyed.

This dog, Wen Li, has been seen several times in Zheng Jiaxun's circle of friends, named Tang Tang, and she has seen the collar on the dog's neck more times.

Made of cowhide, black, with several star-shaped metal buckles embedded on it, and a dog's head pendant.

This collar was made by Chen Hezheng himself, for an Alaskan named "Pirate", how could it appear in Zheng Jiaxun's hands...

Although Wen Li and Zheng Jiaxun are both lead dancers in the reborn dance troupe, they belong to different teams.Wen Li dances classical dance, and Zheng Jiaxun is better at modern dance. They usually practice their own, and they don't have much friendship, but they haven't made any friends.In Wen Li's impression, she was a light-looking woman with great personality, thin but not weak, and very tense.

Zheng Jiaxun is well-known and experienced. He is the only chief of reborn. He has won several gold awards, participated in dance reality shows, and even guest-starred in movies.As the main dancer and participated in the creation of the original modern dance work "Listening to the River", once it was premiered, it received a great response, and was invited to participate in the international art festivals held in Switzerland and Madrid.

When Zheng Jiaxun was in the limelight, Wen Li had just joined the dance troupe. At that time, it was rumored in the troupe that Zheng Jiaxun was someone highly praised by Tang He's senior management.Now, that pet collar appeared before Wen Li's eyes without warning, like a needle piercing the softest part of his heart, causing intense pain.