Why are the stars indifferent

It is very difficult to write lyrics for a song, especially after Xie Lin said that you should write the lyrics first and then I will change the score. Zhan Le felt that the hopes of the whole village were on her shoulders. I can't write any flowers.

No inspiration, even if there is inspiration, I don't know how to express it. Zhan Le thought about it for a whole day but didn't think of anything.

Thank you, you are such a good person, thank you for leading me all the way towards the light, I am running towards the light... I am running towards the light, and I drive to seventy miles on the way to chase the light, and I feel free ...

Gee.

Zhan Le feels that his central thought is probably the gratitude of "you are a good person, I will never forget your great kindness".

Xie Lin listened to Zhan Le's words in silence, and then turned her head to watch the TV with a blank expression. The two commercials passed, and she didn't make any comments.

"Say something." Zhan Le urged impatiently.

"Ah... I don't quite understand," Xie Lin looked a little puzzled, "How did you develop from 'I'm running towards the light' to you are a godfather?"

"Ah." Zhan Le glanced at her, a little bit wanting to laugh but embarrassed to do so.

"And shouldn't the point be confession... If it doesn't work, I'll fill it in." Xie Lin looked at him with his face propped up, "You can just sing."

"I'll try again." Zhan Le sighed.

"You should write your homework first." Xie Rin also sighed.

Cheng Zai didn't know when he would be able to come back, but usually this kind of business trip would not exceed a week or half a month at most, and he still had enough time to study and sing this song well, and then... find a place to sing for him sing.

When Zhan Le thought that he was going to sing for Cheng Zai, his hands and feet went weak, and he felt inexplicably guilty. When he was playing with his mobile phone, he clicked on Cheng Zai’s dialog box and returned. .

"I'm back," Xie Lin put away his phone, raised his head and said to Zhan Le, "Xu Tong is here to pick me up."

"Huh? Okay," Zhan Le also stood up, "I'll take you downstairs."

"Okay." Xie Lin stretched her waist, raised her face and smiled at Zhan Le.

The brother and sister went downstairs together, and Zhan Le stepped into the puddle at the corner of the stairs, and even Xie Rin's trouser legs suffered.

Xu Tong drove a motorcycle to pick up Xie Rin. He was dressed so fucking coolly in the cold early spring night. After Xie Rin stepped into the car, he raised his head and said, "Let's go."

"Well, bye." Zhan Le took a step back, "Good night."

"Good night." Xie Lin said.

Zhan Le took a few steps back, watching the motorcycle drive out, with a gust of wind blowing over the dead leaves on the roadside, spinning a few times before falling back into the dust.

He walked back, took out his phone and sent Cheng Zaiye a good night.

Cheng Zai came back very quickly, it was the first time he returned in seconds these days, Zhan Le stared at his face for a few seconds, then suddenly strode into the community, stepped upstairs, opened the door and threw himself into the sofa, holding The phone returned: Are you still asleep?

- Not yet, what time is it.

- Then start a video.

Zhan Le sent him: Let's make a video.

After the news was sent out, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no reply of half a word.

Zhan Le is always unspeakably stubborn in certain aspects. For example, now that the message has been sent out, and it cannot be withdrawn after 2 minutes, he simply sent another question mark, saying: Did you wash your hair and put on makeup? ?

In the next second, the notification sound of the video suddenly sounded, and Zhan Le let go, and the phone hit his face. The double stimulation of pain and hearing almost sent him away from this beautiful world, but he quickly picked up the phone , Rubbing his nose and connected to the video: "Have you finished your makeup?"

"...Well, what's your expression?" Cheng Zai smiled, he seemed to have lost weight, and the dark circles under his eyes became heavier.

"The phone hit my face." Zhan Le turned over, faced the back of the sofa, took out the earphones and put them on before sighing comfortably, "Are you in the hotel?"

"The corridor of the hotel," Cheng Zai said, "I share a room with my colleague, he is going to sleep."

"Oh, it's so cold." Zhan Le stared at Cheng Zai in the video.

"En." Cheng Zai responded.

Usually at this kind of time, you will say the concluding remarks, "Since it's so cold, you should go in quickly", but Zhan Le didn't say anything, staring at Cheng Zai for a while as if obsessed, and suddenly said: "Your colleagues are actually with Cheng Zai?" Do you sleep in a room?"

"Ah," Cheng Zai paused, "what else?"

"...I thought you were alone in a single room." Zhan Le buried her face in her clothes, and her words were a little harsh.

"Where is such a good treatment?" Cheng smiled, probably because the cold wind was blowing him really unbearable, he slightly changed the angle, turned his body a little bit inward, and said, "It's a meeting, actually That’s what organized us to learn.”

Zhan Le didn't speak, just stared at the screen for a while, and suddenly took several screenshots.

From Cheng Zai's point of view, Zhan Le seemed to be stuck, motionless, and he yelled several times in doubt before Zhan Le responded, "Which city are you in?"

"Han Song," Cheng Zai said, "what's wrong?"

"When will you be back?" Zhan Le asked again.

"Maybe... after Ching Ming Festival, I'm not sure," Cheng Zai frowned when he talked about it, looking very distressed, "Our director still wants to take us to the hospital here..."

"Then go to sleep," Zhan Le yawned, "The dark circles under your eyes are so heavy that you can go to the zoo to confuse the public."

Cheng Zai smiled, said good night to him, and hung up the video.

Zhan Le took off the earphones, turned over and nestled herself on the sofa, touched the phone after staring blankly for a few seconds, clicked on the screenshot just now, forced herself to ignore Cheng Zai's face, and then took the small one on the left. The corners are enlarged.

It was a small detail, like a masterpiece that was not noticed after being drawn by a child, so it was not cleaned up. There were some traces of green crayon on the bottom. If you glanced horizontally, there should be an inconspicuous pink flower behind it. , covered by Cheng Zai's body.

Zhan Le remembered the last time he went to wait for Cheng Zai at the door of Cheng Zai's house. It was so boring that he stared at that place for a long time.

Others might not notice that Cheng Zai lived there for so long and might not have seen that, but Zhan Le has waited for Cheng Zai many times at the door of Cheng Zai's house, bored and staring at him randomly.

Are you going to Hansong?Why did you run back to your corridor again?

Or just a coincidence?

Zhan Le stuffed the phone under the sofa pillow, and rolled himself into the crack of the chair. There were too many things he couldn't understand, for example, why Cheng Zai lied.

Cheng hung up the voice and rubbed his hands for a long time to warm them up after entering the room. The phone was left aside. After the room became quiet, he could hear the sound of electrical appliances operating. chaos.

He sat for a while, got up and walked to the bed, opened the curtains and glanced down, and closed the curtains after making sure that there was no one below, locked the doors and windows, turned off all the lights in the room, and put on earplugs Lying on the bed.

I can't sleep, but I have to force myself to sleep, at least to rest, otherwise I won't have the energy to face tomorrow's things.

He and that person made an appointment to meet in the evening of the next day, and when the time comes, who is following him and what he wants to do, all problems can be cut off, and finally the past can be cut off, and that person still stays at his home Downstairs haunts.

...As for why the appointment is in the evening.

Cheng laughed at the thought.

Because he has to go to work during the day.

How touching, the hospital should give itself a best dedication award, what is the juncture, and I still want to go to work.

But he can't interrupt his own rhythm of life because of the past events, he finally climbed out, and he can't be affected by the past events in the slightest.

It was another night of nightmares. After waking up, Cheng opened the curtains and took a look downstairs. He didn't see anything suspicious. After washing up, he went downstairs and drove to the hospital.

Cheng Zai and Ji Changyun were also talking about business trips.

Zhan Le frowned, and started to fill in the lyrics when he came together on the big weekend, and he didn't write a word for a long time.

He carefully recalled what was wrong with Cheng before this, searched his memory over and over again, and finally landed on the text message Cheng received that night.

"...Chen Fu...?" Zhan Le read unconsciously.

A crisp sound exploded from the side of the water dispenser, and Zhan Le suddenly turned his head to look at Xie Lin: "Are you all right?"

"...You said Chen Fu just now?" Xie Lin stared at him blankly, "Where did you hear this name?"

Zhan Le clenched the pen, and said in a low voice inexplicably, "No, what's wrong with the name?"

Xie Rin didn't say a word, he just tidied up the glasses on the ground before he frowned and said, "I heard that name before when I was imprisoned with that man."

The man who asked them to call him dad couldn't wait to hug the children when he saw them. A week later, he told everyone that there was a traitor among us who took the children and killed them. All went to death.

"Chen Fu..." Xie Lin paused, looked at Zhan Le, and paused every word, "That's the 'traitor'."