Why do you think I don't love you anymore

Wen Qianhe skillfully cracked the eggs into the bowl, stirred them evenly, sprinkled some chopped green onion, turned on the heat, and waited until the oil emitted wisps of smoke, which penetrated into his nostrils before he reacted and poured the eggs into the pot.

He flipped it over indiscriminately, the egg liquid sizzled when it touched the oil, and the aroma was tangy.

The fire was suddenly turned off, and the egg was half battered and half liquid was still flowing.He directly threw down the spatula, ran to the room and dialed Zhou Tingyun's phone, but no one answered. He continued to call more than a dozen times, but no one answered.

Is it still busy, but no one is busy all day, Zhou Tingyun will send him a WeChat message whenever he is free, even if it is just a few words, he doesn't like to call during the day, and the two only talk at night.He stayed on WeChat again, and the chat interface was full of his own news.

After waiting in a panic for half an hour, he remembered to call back the person just now, but no one answered after beeping for a long time.

He concluded that Zhou Tingyun was really injured. At first he thought it was a scam call, and then he thought about who would use Zhou Tingyun's excuse of filming. Few people knew.

I was blown out, will I be okay, and how is it now.If the film crew doesn't give money for medical treatment, will Zhou Tingyun die? Why did I just hang up on the phone without asking anything clearly?

He racked his brains and couldn't think of where Zhou Tingyun was filming recently, and he didn't care much about it recently. Zhou Tingyun went to many places in the past few months, and every time he went to a place, he would take pictures and send them to himself.

Looking through the chat records again, the photos stayed in the last month, and the chatting and interaction between the two of them is really pitiful, especially after I go to work.

Zhou Tingyun is the second male lead, so the crew should not give up. No one can escape the responsibility when someone dies.Once the actor and the unit sign an agreement, the actor's injury must be counted as a work-related injury, and the production unit will pay compensation, which is clearly stipulated in the law.He learned the labor law in advance, because he was worried that Zhou Tingyun would be cheated, so he asked him to send the details of the agreement to himself, and read it over and over again.

It is clearly written in black and white.

But why did he call him, he couldn't figure it out!

If something happened to Zhou Tingyun, he would try his best to get justice.

He was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, so he went back into the kitchen to fry the unfried eggs, and unplugged the rice cooker.

After hastily eating two mouthfuls, I cleaned up properly.Get into the study.

The study room is very warm, with a thin layer of velvet blanket on the floor, and roses blooming on the desk. Zhou Tingyun specifically explained that it must be changed once a week, and half of it withered when he first arrived.

Presumably the original owner likes to lie down and read a book. There are two low cabinets on the left and right sides of the blanket, and there are coffee cups on the low cabinets. They are small, exquisite and cute.

The decoration of the whole study is simple, but it has a special sentiment.

The bookshelves are full of books, half of which are books about performance and music theory that Zhou Tingyun bought before. Some of the pages are very old and I often read them.

Half of them were bought by Zhou Tingyun recently, and they were all legal books. When I heard that he was going to take the postgraduate entrance examination, he had all kinds of materials and books properly prepared, and he couldn't refuse.

Again he took the oldest one out of the many books.civil law.

Turn to the part of the contract law, read it repeatedly, and then come up with the labor law.

Write and write Gogou, and after a while, dozens of defenses have been planned.The more I wrote, the more excited I became, and I felt that I was about to face the trial in court.It wasn't until the sky began to turn white that he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and he fell asleep in a daze.

In the afternoon, Wen Qianhe opened his eyes reflexively, and looked for his mobile phone half awake and half dazed. He fell asleep on the ground last night. During this period, he woke up several times to check his mobile phone. Did Zhou Tingyun send a message? messages, or phone calls from others.

Nothing, nothing, for a moment he seemed to have lost contact with Zhou itngyun.

The two of them could only rely on the Internet, but now that they are away from the mobile phone, who knows who.

Today is New Year's Eve, and Zhou Tngjun's mother sent him a red envelope, but he didn't dare to accept it, and he didn't dare to reply to the message.

Generally, Aunt He would not ask Zhou Tingyun directly if she wanted to ask something, because Zhou always dismissed it as perfunctory because he was too busy studying, so she asked Wen Qianhe instead.

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Qianhe replied, happy holidays, we are still studying, and then sent a group photo that I had posted a long time ago.

He suddenly had an intuition that if Zhou Tingyun died, he probably wouldn't live long.

Zhou Tingyun's family will not let him go.

He Shao tried in every possible way, not because he cared about his nephew.

Aunt He cared so much because of her son.

On New Year's Eve, Wen Qianhe made a phone call with his family and started preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner.

In previous years, I also made it myself when I went home, and it went smoothly.And he also prepared the materials in advance.

I have been busy in the kitchen for more than two hours, and it was already 07:30 in the evening, half an hour before the Spring Festival Gala, before I prepared a table of dishes.

His whole body smelled of oily smoke, his hands were red from cutting vegetables, and he was slightly sweating.But cooking is a joyful thing, smelling the aroma, moving the hands, exhilarating.

After taking photos of the dishes, I ran to the room and used the computer for a long time before sending them to Aunt He.

Aunt He wanted to watch them in video, Wen Qianhe hurriedly said that the two of them were busy all afternoon and were too hungry, so they had to eat first.

Obviously Zhou Tingyun didn't talk to his family on the phone, otherwise Aunt He wouldn't have been pestering him.

Wen Qianhe turned on the TV. The Spring Festival Gala had just started. He watched while eating. The beef soup was a little salty. The shredded pork with green peppers forgot soy sauce, which almost tasted bad. The vinegared potato shreds didn’t put vinegar...

The TV was turned on very loudly, which made it look lively. Even so, when the phone vibrated, he heard it immediately.

Ten pieces of information are displayed on the screen of the Apple mobile phone.

The first five are the jokes sent by Guo Yi. At this time, I was still reading the jokes, and I was obsessed with this person.

The following is the news from the dormitory group. Zhang Qiuchi sent a red envelope, but no one received it for a long time.He threatened to sever the friendship if he didn't accept it.

Wen Qianhe thought it was a little funny, and wanted to click in and reply.

Open the WeChat interface, and suddenly find that there is an unread message on the top.

Happy New Year, Qianhe.

Wen Qianhe's hands trembled a little, she couldn't hold back her tears for a moment, they fell on the screen, and quickly fainted, blurring the brand new screen of the new phone.

He wiped it vigorously. Really, it was a WeChat message from Zhou Tingyun.

After a while, another message came to the interface.

I haven't contacted you these days because I'm busy with work. Are you still studying? Why don't you give yourself a holiday during the Chinese New Year? Come, brother, I'll give you a big red envelope for the New Year.

Later, another transfer red envelope was issued, 5200.

Wen Qianhe didn't reply and made a video call directly.

After waiting for a long time, the other party transferred the voice answer.

"Zhou Tingyun, are you in the hospital?"

The other party was silent for a while, pretending to be surprised: "How do you know? You are so smart, Qianhe."

Zhou Tingyun's voice was a little sick, very weak, even if the other party deliberately covered it up, he could still distinguish it, which was quite different from usual.

"Is it serious? Is it better now?"

"Well, it's much better, Qianhe. It's normal to get hurt while filming, so don't worry."

"Who cares about you? It's fine if you die. Is there someone to collect your body? Don't tell me anything,"

Although such a tone, such words, but also moved him, "How do you know? Qianhe."

"Someone called me and told me that you were knocked out and went to the hospital and asked for money. I thought it was a scam call, so I hung up."

In fact, it was quite chilling to say that, but he didn't think about it for a while, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that he regretted it, and said: "After thinking about it, I made a call again, but I couldn't get through no matter what, and even the one who called you couldn't get through..."

There was a burst of laughter on the phone, probably to the wound, and he let out a cry.

Wen Qianhe whispered: "Be careful with the wound."

Zhou Tingyun proudly said: "Qianhe is amazing, I will rest assured in the future, no one can fool you, law students are different."

Wen Qianhe was stunned, if he knew that he had already written a defense for him, would he still be able to laugh?

I dare not say.

"Shall we start the video?"

Zhou Tingyun pondered for a while, then said in a gentle voice, "Qianhe, wait for two days, I am very..."

"I miss you."