Protocol Refinement [Wearing the Book]

Qi Dongqing was taught a lesson by her father, and carrying a flourishing fruit basket, she followed her father in a dejected manner to the hospital to visit Shen Cizhou.

As soon as they arrived outside the corresponding ward, the father and son heard noisy voices inside, but most of them were arguing alone, to be precise, they were persuading.

"Ci Zhou! You can't go out now!" Zhang Jing was sweating anxiously, and he didn't dare to touch the little ancestor with his hands, so he could only stop him in a vain manner, "You haven't taken off the bandage on your head yet. Hurry up and listen to Brother Zhang, what you are looking for, Brother Zhang will help you find it!"

Shen Cizhou didn't say a word at all, and sat on the sofa with his head down to change his shoes. After putting on his shoes, he staggered a bit.

He covered his mouth uncomfortably, and retched, his already cold and pale face lost all color, only his eyebrows and eyes became darker, like a delicate and fragile glass ornament.

Zhang Jing would rather have him quarrel with him than to be so stubborn as if he lost his soul.

He was at a loss, Qi Dongqing knocked on the door, raised his head and asked with a fruit basket: "Brother Shen, where are you going? Are you looking for that doll?"

Shen Cizhou paused and looked at him expectantly, "Do you know where he is?"

"Well, I know! When cleaning up the scene, I picked it up for you! But it was broken and dirty. I asked my aunt to wash it for you..." Qi Dongqing saw that Shen Cizhou's face became more and more ugly, Some nervously asked in a low voice: "Sewing... Is it ready for you?"

Shen Cizhou didn't know if the cotton doll's injury would have any effect on Ji Linge, but it was already torn, so it would be better to sew it on.

He closed his eyes, suppressed a splitting headache and said, "Thank you, please, if Auntie doesn't have time, just send it to the laundry for me, and ask someone to fix it quickly, and I can double the reward."

"It's not much money." Qi Dongqing put down the fruit basket with a smile, "Then just wait, I'll bring it to you in the evening."

……

Qi Dongqing was quick to do things, and after dinner, he brought the cotton doll over.

He originally wanted to talk to Shen Cizhou, but when he saw Shen Cizhou staring at the doll without saying a word, he walked away resentfully.

When Shen Cizhou made it clear that he could do it himself, Zhang Jing and his wife also went home to take care of their children, leaving Shen Cizhou alone in the ward.

The VIP ward was very spacious, almost as large as Shen Cizhou's small apartment. It was not the first time he was hospitalized by himself, but it was the first time he felt lonely and uneasy because of the smell of disinfectant, the cold blue-white tone and the howling wind outside the window.

He sat on the hospital bed, looking down at the doll lying on his lap.

When the car accident happened, he remembered clearly that the doll was in the co-pilot, and he didn't know how Ji Lingo managed to jump up from the co-pilot and into his arms in less time than breathing.

The flesh-colored fabric on the back of the doll is torn. Even if the laundry is good at mending, you can still see a slanted seam. The cotton stuffed in does not know what kind of material it is, and it feels different to the touch.

Shen Cizhou turned it over, and the doll's expression changed to one with eyes closed, lips pursed, naked... He didn't put on the same hospital gown as Shen Cizhou.

His hand trembled a little, Shen Cizhou picked it up and rubbed it close to the tip of his nose.

The smell of lavender laundry detergent, not the refreshing and clean sunshine smell.

He checked the panel, points were deducted, it seemed that when he was trapped in the car, he subconsciously clicked to unlock it.

The progress bar under Ji Lingo was full, and the entire human silhouette lit up, perhaps because he had become an independent entity, so the soul no longer had to be attached to other containers.

The only link between them was severed...

The fabric on the doll's chest was wet, and Shen Cizhou muttered to himself, "Brother Ji... when will you come back..."

……

On the day Shen Cizhou was discharged from the hospital, Shen Qingfeng sent an assistant to pick him up and take him back to N City, but he didn't expect Shen Yingzhi to go back with him.

Seeing that Shen Cizhou's face was cold, the assistant explained in a low voice: "There are some elders in my family who asked Mr. Shen to take the young master back with him. Mr. Shen can't help it, don't mind."

Shen Cizhou nodded, and put the suitcase in the trunk by himself. Instead of sitting in the front, he opened the rear door and sat in with his long legs.

Shen Yingzhi, who was sitting in the back, trembled in fright. His head was still wrapped in bandages, his legs were in plaster, and his neck was surrounded by bruises and bruises. He looked even more embarrassed than Shen Cizhou who had been in a car accident.

There were also many scratches on Shen Cizhou's body. Two stitches were stitched on his forehead, which was close to the hairline. The hair hanging down on his forehead just covered part of the gauze. He sat quietly with downcast eyes, and didn't speak to Shen Yingzhi until the airport.

He was sitting in the economy class when he came. Of course, Shen Qingfeng would not let him buy an economy class ticket, so he took Shen Yingzhi and took the first class. The two waited in the waiting room, and the little assistant went to check in with the service staff first.

Shen Yingzhi didn't dare to talk to him, and sat far away, but when Shen Cizhou answered the phone, he couldn't help but close his ears and listen secretly.

Shen Cizhou had no intention of avoiding people, so he called his second uncle first when he picked up the phone. The two chatted for about ten minutes. After hanging up, Shen Yingzhi finally couldn't bear it any longer. He moved over with great effort and asked Shen Ci in a low voice. Zhou: "What do you mean by internship? You are a music student, why are you talking about internship with your second uncle?"

A chuckle was his answer.

Shen Cizhou leaned into the sofa, leaning his elbows on the armrests, crossing his long legs, and sitting in a lazy and casual posture. He held the doll in his other hand, and his palm just wrapped around the back of the doll. His movements were light and cherished. look.

"I haven't slept well these past few nights." Shen Cizhou's eyes were cold, and he spoke slowly, allowing Shen Yingzhi to hear every word clearly, "I seem to have lost something very important, even if it's only temporarily , but it still makes me feel…”

He paused, as if he was considering his words, and finally laughed, "It's painful, yes, it's just painful."

Shen Yingzhi flinched, and averted her eyes guiltily, "You...Aren't you all right? Did you hit your head?"

"I can't sleep, thinking how can I make the culprit suffer so much?" Shen Cizhou continued, "Shen Yingzhi, the most important things about you, your identity, your shares in Shen's , and the so-called love..."

He picked up the doll, shook it, and asked jokingly, "Have you caught it?"

In the boarding notification tone, Shen Cizhou raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a cold smile, "You and Qiao Huanyan said that I have a split personality, now you'd better pray that I don't, if he is just a fantasy of mine, then I might ..."

Really going crazy.

……

The summer vacation ended like this. When school started in September, everyone changed into thin long sleeves. Before going out, Shen Cizhou put the doll on a small jacket bought online, and stuffed him into his backpack.

Recently, some changes invisible to the naked eye have taken place on the N Arts campus. For example, the number of posts about the true and false young masters has decreased. Some freshmen posted anonymously. The title is: Met a handsome senior who is our N Arts school grass ?

She didn't hang a photo either, but she gave a brief description: long legs, visually 1.8 meters tall, few words, a bit cold, carrying a cello case...

Didn't even build the third floor, the big brother on the first floor called the name directly, scz!

Another person came out to answer the junior girl's question, saying that the school grassroots is this younger brother Syz.

After this building, the post was quiet for a long time. Just when the post was about to sink, someone followed the post and asked doubtfully: Why do I suddenly feel that Shen Cizhou looks better?He is the kind of cold and alienated fan...

【#155L: But didn’t you say before that he could pretend?In fact, I have long wanted to say that he just doesn’t like to talk, and if he doesn’t like to talk, he doesn’t bother anyone, so why is he pretending to be b...]

【#171L: Has anyone counted the awards he has won?It was somewhat funny for Shen Yingzhi to market the genius boy in front of him. 】

【#194L: Raise your hand to agree, you said before that he is not grounded, I don’t understand what is the shortcoming?Shen Yingzhi is down to earth?Why do I feel like he has zero air? 】

……

【#2486L: So, is this going to be a re-evaluation of the school grass? 】

Shen Yingzhi's face twisted for a moment when he saw this post. He couldn't believe that he used to rely on the aura of the leading role to get those compliments and approval. Unfortunately, he managed to find a few people who spoke for him.

Shen Yingzhi doesn't need to care about the entertainment-like reputation of school grass, what he cares about is: if Shen Cizhou can take one thing away from him, he can take away the second one...

Damn it, his exchange system was locked! !

Walking in the school, he could always vaguely hear other people talking about Qiao Huanyan, which annoyed him even more and wanted to shut up the mouths of these people. When he went to the office to submit the form for running for the vice chairman of the student union, the other party suddenly smiled. looked at him.

"What are you looking at?" He asked angrily.

"What are you so fierce about?" The little girl rolled her eyes, "It's just a coincidence that senior Shen Cizhou just came here and wants to run for the chairman, we all think he is very promising, do you want to be his deputy? ?”

Shen Yingzhi: ...

He took the piece of paper back in a hurry, tore it to pieces in front of a room full of student union cadres, and cursed angrily: "It's just a group of teachers' dog legs, who cares?!"

He turned and ran out, and heard someone mocking.

"What's the matter with this man? Is he so uneducated? Sure enough, he was raised outside..."

"Don't say that, his mother is a sadist. Senior Shen Cizhou didn't grow crooked, it should be the genes of his parents..."

Shen Yingzhi ran all the way back to the dormitory, and when she leaned against the door panting, she suddenly thought of Meng Xu.

Meng Xu didn't graduate from the arts, but he has some connections, maybe he can help him make some connections...

He couldn't compete with Shen Cizhou anymore, as if this dispensable competition had any symbolic meaning, his hands were trembling with fear, and he dialed Meng Xu's phone number.

It didn't connect the first time.

The second time, there was the voice of a strange man.

"Hello? Shen Yingzhi, right?" The man seemed to glance at the caller ID again in the noisy environment, and then hid in a relatively quiet place, "I'm Li Chengfeng from your school!"

Shen Yingzhi:? ? ?

Isn't this person... Shen Cizhou's friend?

"Hurry up to Xingzhu Road and take Meng Xu away!!" Li Chengfeng yelled over there: "Your fiancé! Because of Cizhou! You are fighting with the students from the physical institute next door!!"

"There are so many of them! Wuhu! Meng Xu was stuffed under the table! Hey...cough cough, come here quickly!"

Shen Yingzhi: ...

Li Chengfeng hung up the phone, ran over and shouted: "Cizhou! Tell them not to fight! Aren't you going to watch the show?! What if you smash it up in a while?"

In the noisy and chaotic environment, Shen Cizhou was sitting alone in the booth, with his long legs crossed, and the profile of his profile was so perfect in the dazzling light, he was holding a glass of whiskey with ice in his hand. Between the distinct slender fingers, the golden-brown wine reflected a hazy halo.

He didn't do anything, just lowered his eyes indifferently, and stared at Meng Xu who was mingling with the students from the sports school next door like small hooks at the end of his eyes, curled his lips sarcastically for a long time, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Then she stopped looking at Meng Xu, and rubbed the top of the doll's head with her moist lips after drinking.

Shen Cizhou's voice was so soft that only he could hear it.

"Brother Ji, if you don't come back, I'll watch other boys dance pole dance..."

The author has something to say: The pretty widow watched wild men dancing on the grave of her dead husband...

Brother Ji: What the hell, I'm just going to act out a coffin and rise up! !

(Not necessarily at night, I try my best, chirp, chirp, chirp~)

＊感谢在2022-04-1523:43:13~2022-04-1618:10:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 45940550, 1 Zhizhijun;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!