If you don't speak, you can donate your mouth

Zhong Zhao picked up his phone and found that Jiang Mingyue blocked him again.

He didn't notice that there was a cigarette missing in his cigarette case. He only knew that Jiang Mingyue was no longer by his side, and he didn't care about him anymore, and he didn't pay attention to him anymore. The emptiness and coldness that lingered for a long time after a moment of satisfaction wrapped around his body firmly, like a cold and heavy iron chain.He couldn't care about other people, nor himself, thinking about Jiang Mingyue all the time.

Love is a shackle, which locks anyone who wants to love. Love makes people obsessed with it, crazy about it, and self-willed and imprisoned for it.

People always think that they understand themselves, but they always have wonderful misunderstandings with themselves.There must be a catastrophe and an indefinite exile before you know that you are in love.

At 04:30 in the morning, Zhong Zhao woke up from his rare deep sleep.

The scalding heat from his limbs made him dizzy. He could clearly feel the heat emanating from his skin. He felt better when he put his arms outside and felt the cool breeze touch him. His mouth was so dry that there was nothing in his mouth Moisture, as if the scorching temperature had burned his throat dry, he drowsily poured himself a glass of water, but couldn't hold it steady and fell to the ground.

He gave a soft "tsk", impatient to the extreme.I had no choice but to pour myself another glass of water, ignoring the broken glass and water stains on the ground.Drinking glass after glass of water did not alleviate the dryness in his throat at all, but disappeared like water droplets dripping into the ocean. He began to cough, coughing uncontrollably, coughing uncontrollably when he wanted to endure it, until finally he was like It's as if I want to cough up my lungs, and my ribs are aching.

Zhong Zhao went back to lie down again, thinking that he would be better off if he caught a cold and had more rest.So he lay on the bed with a dry throat and closed his eyes, waiting for the drowsiness to come again, but he suffered from insomnia again, and after a long time waiting turned into a begging, he just wanted to sleep for a while.

I don't know if God finally heard his hoarse voice praying again and again, and he fell asleep again drowsily.

When Zhong Zhao woke up again, he realized that it was not God who had pity on him, but that he had a fever that he hadn't seen for a long time, and it really reached 39 degrees.

His first reaction was to call Jiang Mingyue, wanting to say that he has a fever, wanting to say that you have pity on me, wanting to say that you feel sorry for me one more time.His constant beeping on the phone magnified his weakness infinitely, and also infinitely magnified his longing. He really wanted to see Jiang Mingyue, even if he listened to a cold curse from him.

But Jiang Mingyue never answered his call.

Yes, he has blocked me.Zhong Zhao thought of this before falling asleep again.

The person with a bottle of salt water was still holding his mobile phone in his hand, and kept swiping. Yes, Zhong Zhao had already had a fever and went to the hospital. He lay there obediently and got an injection.

Zhong Zhao didn't have any timely information from Jiang Mingyue, but he had timely information from Jiang Mingyue's assistant. After thinking about it with a still sober brain, he deduced that all the members of their studio were about to go to Santorini for team building. important news.

"Boss, are you okay?" The secretary called him to express condolences to the patient.

"It's okay." Zhong Zhao's voice was also hoarse like a broken speaker, and the secretary still doubted whether what he said was true or not.

"Then you rest first and pay attention to your body. Will I send you the important things in the company or wait for you to come back to deal with them?"

"Wait for me to come back." Zhong Zhao closed his eyes and said, "I will go out for a few days, and I will contact you if I need anything."

The secretary thought to himself, Mr. Zhong deserved to be Mr. Zhong, he was born sick like this, and had to go to work, if such a person is not successful, whoever succeeds!

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your hard work. Pay attention to your health. You can leave the work to us." The secretary still said a few words of comfort and flattery, hoping that the boss who had recently suffered from madness will return to normal as soon as possible.

"I'm not on a business trip." Zhong Zhao retorted without thinking.His heartbeat was fast, and it turned out that it was not very difficult to admit it. "Then where are you going?" the secretary asked in confusion.

"I'm looking for my boyfriend."

He said so.

Because the time was too short, Zhong Zhao followed the tour group to apply for a visa, and asked someone to expedite the visa application. Jiang Mingyue arrived there a little later on the day he went.

He didn't know which hotel Jiang Mingyue was staying in, so he just booked one at random, and then wandered around the nearby attractions, hoping to meet him by chance and leave just by looking at him.

Unfortunately, Zhong Zhao didn't find him all afternoon. How could he find just one person in such a big place?

Sometimes you want to find a person who is mostly unknown, and you will always encounter worse and more difficult situations than you can imagine.

When Zhong Zhao saw Jiang Mingyue, Jiang Mingyue was sitting on an empty bench, he was the only one who was different from others.He sat there alone, even if he was staring blankly and didn't know what he was looking at, in Zhong Zhao's eyes, there were sparkles, different.He exudes an incomparably attractive aura.It is the person who can't help but want to laugh just by looking at him, and the person who is relaxed and happy as long as he is around him.

Damn it, why didn't he find out that Jiang Mingyue was so special to him until now.

But Jiang Mingyue was not alone there.There was a young man standing behind him, watching him all the time, with affectionate and longing eyes, Zhong Zhao immediately took back the smile he just showed, and he looked at the man standing with a straight face, all the men looked at him. Has a very accurate radar for his rivals.

He knew, this is the person who mentioned before that he was chasing Jiang Mingyue.

Caretaker Zhong watched the man wrap a scarf around Jiang Mingyue's neck, and his Jiang Mingyue turned to look at the man, obediently asking him to put the scarf on.

His baby was chatting with another man seemingly intimately there, and he was the one who was out of place standing in the distance.

He was forcibly stripped away from Jiang Mingyue's life, isolated in other places, unable to see him or hear him, groping in the darkness like a blind and deaf man, even if he was jealous that his eyes only belonged to others, but he No matter how anxious and angry you are, you can only stand here like a fool and dare not go forward.

He was afraid that Jiang Mingyue would get angry again when he saw him.

He wanted Jiang Mingyue to be by his side, but he was afraid that Jiang Mingyue would feel a little sad.

He finally felt the taste of fear.

Holding it in the hand is afraid of melting, and putting it in the pocket is not at ease. His emotions are all involved in one person. I want him to be happy and happy all the time. I don’t want him to be a little bit sad or wrinkle I couldn't help but feel sad with him.

How can one person's heart grow on another person's body?Zhong Zhao was also puzzled.

But not long after, Jiang Mingyue returned the scarf to that person, and he walked away slowly by himself, leaving the street.That person didn't move, but Zhong Zhao followed Jiang Mingyue's direction without hesitation.

It was getting dark and the wind was getting chillier. Zhong Zhao followed him to a blue-roofed church with a bell tower on the side. The quiet night and the sea breeze brought everything down. For distracting thoughts, Zhong Zhao only sees the person in front of him.

There was still some heat on his forehead, he was in a hurry and his body was still not well, repeatedly, his nose was stuffy, he even spoke with a strong nasal voice, his throat was slightly hoarse, and he didn't hear it at first. The bell came according to its original voice, as if it were a different person.

Jiang Mingyue stood in front of the church, her tall and straight figure elongated in the dark night, she felt an inexplicable sense of bleakness, her black hair and fair neck made Zhong Zhao's nose ache.

He took off his scarf and entrusted the local child to the person in front of him who he dared not approach. He thought it would be good if he could meet him once, and it would be good if he could resist the cold wind, even if he didn't know Whoever it is.

He has also become a coward in love, he is too timid to step forward or touch.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, Zhong Zhao received a courier from the company.

A scarf given to others in a foreign country.

Jiang Mingyue returned it to him intact.

The author says:

Fortunately, I caught the tail of the National Day. I wish everyone a happy National Day! (I also have a bad cold, sorry