worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

When Song Ci returned to the hotel, it was almost midnight.

Ten young people, whose schedules are all calculated in minutes, finally managed to go out to play once, and naturally they had all kinds of fun until they had the most fun.

After Song Ci took a shower, he lay down on the bed. He closed his eyes, trying to hypnotize himself so that he would not think so much.

But often the brain is such a magical thing. When you try to remember something, it is extremely strenuous and difficult, but if you give it an order to force it to forget something, it remembers it very deeply. Every minute, every second, even every frame, is all vivid in my mind.

So clear it's hard to ignore.

Song Ci tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

After tossing and tossing for half an hour, he was actually more awake than when he just lay down.

Song Ci clutched the bed sheet under him tightly, as if giving up on something, he took a deep breath, turned on the bedside lamp, and took out his mobile phone. He didn't give himself a chance to hesitate, and directly called Gave it to Ji Huai.

beep, beep, beep...

A few seconds of waiting turned into a long century.

When the last beep sounded, Song Ci's hand had just dropped, thinking that Ji Huai would not answer it again, but Ji Huai connected at this moment.

Song Ci quickly sat up, put the phone to his ear, and opened his mouth. When he couldn't sleep just now, there were so many words circling in his mind, but at this moment, it seemed that they were all stuck in his throat.

Ji Huai's voice rang in his ears through the mobile phone, with sleepiness not dispelled: "Xiaoci?"

Song Ci closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and after a long while, he hummed with difficulty.

There was a rustling sound from the phone, and then Ji Huai said again: "It's so late, haven't you slept yet?"

"Can't sleep..." Song Ci curled up, hugging his knees with his hands, his expression was a little dazed, "I've been thinking about you, so I can't sleep."

This should have been a love sentence full of attachment and tenderness, but when it was spoken from Song Ci's mouth at this moment, it was full of anxiety and fear.

Ji Huai was quiet for a moment: "Do you want to start the video?"

Song Ci was stunned for a while, then subconsciously refused: "No...don't."

He didn't want to see Ji Huai, he just wanted to hear his voice.

People who saw him but couldn't touch him, he felt that there was a high probability that he would feel very uncomfortable.

He didn't want to be so weak in front of Ji Huai.

"Okay." Ji Huai followed him, his voice surprisingly gentle, "Did you have some kind of nightmare?"

"Nightmare..." Song Ci murmured, the words the little monk said repeated in his mind over and over again, making his ears and head feel like they were about to explode. He asked involuntarily, "Ji Huai, what are you talking about?" Do you think I'm dreaming?"

He knows about the scene of "Amazing Dreams in the Garden".

Is he the Du Liniang in it?

But is there any way to prove otherwise?

Zhou Gongmengdie... How does he know that all this is not because he dreamed that he became You on the Bridge, Song Ci in this book?

Ji Huai paused for a while: "No."

"But I think... everything I have now is great, I still have you..." Song Ci seemed to be caught in a strange circle, "What if I'm dreaming?"

Ji Huai's voice was faint: "Do you think you are not sober?"

Song Ci's mind became confused: "I don't know..."

Ji Huai: "But I'm awake."

Song Ci was stunned for a moment.

Ji Huai continued: "If you think you are dreaming, I will wait for you to wake up. If you think you are awake, then it is just right, so am I."

Song Ci's breath stagnated, and Ji Huai's words seemed to give him a great sense of security, allowing him to escape from his complicated thoughts.

He closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "I went to the temple to ask for a lottery today, and the young monk in the temple said that I was dreaming, that I was wandering in a garden and having a dream."

Ji Huai casually said: "Nonsense, nonsense."

Song Ciyin omitted the part that the little monk said that he would be killed. He felt that it was unreliable, and Ji Huai would worry about it when he said it, and it was not worth it.

Ji Huai: "You went to ask for a lottery, what did you ask?"

Song Ci subconsciously confessed: "Ask me if I can be with you forever."

Ji Huai stopped there for a few seconds, then laughed softly.

Song Ci didn't think it was appropriate to say the words, and his face flushed instantly.

...It really feels good to go to the temple and ask such questions seriously... Secondary school.

It's something that teenagers and girls who are just in love do, innocent and naive.

He is already in his 20s, and it really doesn't fit his age to do this kind of thing.

Song Ci hurriedly wanted to say something to make amends: "I..."

As soon as I uttered my word, Ji Huai interrupted him gently and slowly: "Honey, you are dating me, not Buddha."

Song Ci buried his head in his knees: "Ah..."

"If there is anything uncertain about the two of us, just come and ask me." Ji Huai said, "I will give you the most accurate answer."

Song Ci seemed to be bewitched, and said uncontrollably: "Then do you think...we will be together forever?"

Ji Huai: "I don't know how long it will be forever, I only know that I like you every minute and every second, and want to be with you until the end of my life."

What Ji Huai said...

The corners of Song Ci's mouth instantly rose, as if he had eaten a candy. He relaxed his sitting posture, and his back was no longer so tense. He leaned back on the bed and asked in a low voice: "Then I'll ask again. One question, do you only like me?"

Ji Huai laughed again: "I only like Song Xiaoci alone."

Song Ci was so satisfied that the corners of his mouth were almost lifted behind his ears.

When he watched other people fall in love before, he only felt sour when he heard people asking such words, exuding a strong sour smell of love, and he was also hypocritical.

So I always scoffed at it.

But now hearing Ji Huai say such words, he is so happy that he feels that the whole world is brisk and flying, dyed with pleasing colors. Hearing similar words ten thousand times is not enough, and he doesn't realize that he has a double standard.

Song Ci lay down and turned off the light again: "Then I can sleep well now."

Ji Huai: "Okay, good night, I won't hang up the phone, just call me if you need anything."

Song Ci obediently replied hello.

This sleep may be because Song Ci slept very soundly knowing that Ji Huai was by his side.

The next day, Hua Manman came over to wake him up. Originally, Song Ci thought it would be Gao Quan, because Gao Quan helped him with many activities in City B in the past two days, and these were Song Ci's first. Going to face it for the first time, it is inevitable to be nervous. Gao Quan is a person who cares about everything. He is very caring and takes care of others. Normally, he would be by Song Ci's side at such times, but I don't know why, but he didn't come today.

Even Hua Manman didn't know the exact whereabouts of Gao Quan. She said that Gao Quan called her in the morning and said that one of his friends was dying, and he had to watch by and let Hua Manman take good care of Song Ci. By the way, Hua Manman's Weibo post yesterday scolded her mercilessly.

Hua Manman: "..."

When she came here today, she wasn't in a very high mood, she looked like a listless rabbit.

In the next few days, Song Ci had fan interaction meetings, platform activities, various interviews, and photoshoots, so busy that he hardly had time to catch his breath.

He and Wang Siruo were asked to shoot together the inside cover of a magazine.

When Song Ci first arrived there, Wang Siruo came forward to say hello to Song Ci. Song Ci thought about it and responded with a smile.

Wang Siruo was wearing a long lace dress, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and was curled up. She looked very delicate and elegant, like a doll.

The cameraman brought Song Ci and Wang Siruo over to talk about the theme of this shooting - love, sweet pet.

Just as Song Ci was about to speak, Wang Siruo stepped forward and said, "Brother Song has a boyfriend, can you be a little more reserved later?"

Very considerate of others.

Song Ci's words stopped.

The cameraman held his chin, looked at Song Ci, then at Wang Siruo, and nodded, "Okay."

So the two of them went to change their clothes.

This magazine is called Orange, and its main target group is young men and women, and to be more precise, it is women between the ages of 15 and 25.

Girls at this age usually have sweet fantasies and longings about love, and the magazines they like to read are naturally fresh and beautiful.

The clothes prepared for Song Ci are all clean and fresh, full of vigor, hoodies, shirts, and sweaters, while the clothes prepared for Wang Siruo are fairy skirts, Mori girl sarongs and the like.

When he just put on his makeup and walked out, Wang Siruo smiled at Song Ci rather embarrassedly: "Brother Song, this is my first time shooting a magazine, if there is anything wrong or bad in the future, please let me know." Don’t worry about it, just point it out.”

The attitude is very humble and polite.

Song Ci smiled immediately: "It's okay, it's my first time shooting, I'm not more experienced than you, don't be nervous."

When the filming started, although the two had never cooperated before, the process went smoothly unexpectedly.

Wang Siruo is particularly savvy, and she can find that feeling very well with just a few pointers from the cameraman.

Needless to say, Song Ci, he is the kind of person who learns everything very quickly. When the videographer was pointing Wang Siruo, Song Ci also silently reflected beside him.

The cooperation between the two is very high.

The last group of pictures shows Song Ci in a shirt and trousers, Wang Siruo in a pale pink princess dress and high-heeled shoes, and he dances with her in his arms.

The bright crystal lamp casts mottled light, and the whole picture is warm yellow, golden boy and jade girl, very correct.

The two danced together, Song Ci hugged Wang Siruo's waist, Wang Siruo put her hand on Song Ci's shoulder shyly and timidly, but she seemed to be very nervous, she only put a fingertip on it, and she didn't even dare to meet Song Ci's eyes. Ci looked at each other, and kept glancing sideways.

The photographer poked his head out from behind the camera: "Si Ruo is a little closer to Song Ci."

Wang Siruo hesitantly moved a little closer.

But the effect is still not enough.

Song Ci saw her worries, and said softly, "It's okay."

Wang Siruo looked up at him, his eyes were pure and clear like a deer.

Song Ci: "Work is work, and I can distinguish it clearly. This is not a big scale. So many of your previous pictures have performed well, so you must be able to perform better this time, right?"

This is the most important group of pictures, which is used for the main publicity.

Wang Siruo breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately nodded.

This shoot was over quickly.

Thumping, green and sweet.

These two key words Song Ci and Wang Siruo express vividly.

After shooting, the cameraman nodded with satisfaction: "Yes."

After speaking, I wanted to wave to them to come and see the picture.

But the accident happened at this moment.

The crystal lamp that was used as a prop made an uproar, and the rattling crystal trembled wildly, and suddenly fell down on the head!

Just as Song Ci was about to walk over, he happened to be standing under the crystal lamp. The cameraman's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted, "Be careful!"

Song Ci heard the movement, but it was too late to react. Just as he was in a state of astonishment, Wang Siruo, who was standing not far from him, let out an ah, widened his eyes, rushed over without thinking, and took Song Ci to the side He took two steps, but fell down quickly because of the unstable center of gravity.

The two fell to the ground.

The crystal lamp also fell to the ground at this moment, and the landing point was not far from the two people's feet. It shattered on the ground with jingling jingling, and the ground was covered with glass pieces.

If it was one step later, blood would probably splatter on the spot.