Song Yancheng was actually not very strong when he threw it. However, Li Zhi was not in a good position to fall to the ground, and directly squashed his tailbone. At first, she didn't feel much pain, but after saying these few words, she couldn't hold on too much.

Song Yancheng did not send anyone to the public hospital, but contacted his Tsinghua alumni. His senior brother had a private medical team. When Li Zhi arrived, there were no outsiders in the clinic. Song Yancheng carried her all the way, and Li Zhi was hiding her a hundred and eighty meters away, enduring the pain and scolding him, "This is a steady hug. You just did it on purpose."

Song Yancheng couldn't explain clearly, and said with a tiger face: "I don't."

Li Zhi grinned his teeth, "Have you called Mao Feiyu?"

"I've beaten, he's here in half an hour."

Song Yancheng, the senior brother of the senior brother, has a gentle and elegant personality. Although he is familiar with Li Zhi, he has no extra exaggerated reaction and said in a gentle voice: "Miss Li, don't worry, I have been with Yancheng for many years, and his business is mine. I will keep it a secret for you."

Li Zhi was extremely distressed and still thanked him politely.

The senior brother asked, "Where did you hurt?"

"The tailbone, the waist hurts now."

"How did you hurt?"

"I didn't hold on to her firmly and left her to the ground." Song Yancheng admitted his mistake and took the initiative to take responsibility.

"Uh..." Senior brother Cuo was stunned for a moment, and then asked Li Zhi: "I'll take the liberty to confirm with you, Miss Li, you are not pregnant, right?"

Li Zhi's face turned red, "No."

The senior brother smiled and teased with kindness, "That's good, otherwise he would really abandon his wife and children."

Song Yancheng felt nervous for no reason. Although this was just a common question, when he thought of this possibility, he instantly felt a layer of sweat behind him.

The senior brother took her to the photo and found a female doctor very considerately. The female doctor was young and steady, focused throughout the process. She could not hide her excitement after the film was finished. She asked Li Zhi carefully: "I like your movie very much. Can you sign me with an autograph?"

Li Zhi had no airs and was embarrassed and self-deprecating, "Of course. I'm sorry to let you laugh at me."

"Don't worry, we have a system and will not disclose patients."

After taking the film, she was pushed out. Mao Feiyu rushed over. When he saw someone from afar, he immediately leaned on him, "My God! It's so fucking New Year!"

Li Zhi's posture was very awkward, her butt could not be worn, and she was lying on her body. At this moment, she wanted to sew her head into the pillow.

Mao Feiyu walked over cursingly, and happened to hear the doctor watching the movie, "Ah, the tailbone is broken."

Mao Feiyu was shocked and looked at Song Yancheng, "You are quite good at playing buddy!"

Song Yancheng: "..."

This is not that I haven't played yet, it's like this.

Li Zhi turned his head and scolded, "What are you talking about?"

Mao Feiyu wanted to slap her to death, "Bone cracked! Why don't your head cracked? How much work is waiting, now I have to press back!"

Li Zhi grinned, "Do you think I want it? Is it okay for me to lie here?"

Song Yancheng and Mao Feiyu spoke at the same time, "Senior Brother/Doctor, is she serious?"

"Fortunately, a little bit, it won't affect you after a few days of rest, but it will hurt badly. I prescribe some spray and relieve pain, so if I can't stand it, use it." After the senior brother explained clearly, he left the ward.

Mao Feiyu looked at the culprit and shook his head straight, "I can't tell, you have a fierce habit."

Song Yancheng felt guilty and was silent.

"You two have made up again?" Mao Feiyu looked disgusted, "What's the point? It's like a child playing house."

The two were silent again.

Mao Feiyu said hey, and he was very happy, "What, haven't you made a reconciliation yet?" He whispered to Li Zhi, "If you don't make a reconciliation, just let him throw your butt."

Li Zhi was inhaled in pain, "Are you human? You haven't seen your money tree become like this?"

Mao Feiyu looked at the time and did not talk to her, saying the matter was serious: "I can't leave the studio, and you'll come here again now. Li Zhi, I understand. It won't be easy for us to make money together. If you don't leave me a few messes, it won't look like your style."

He looked at Song Yancheng again, and his tone was even worse, "You big man can't be more at ease? You have to get her to the hospital. I'm so fucking convinced. I don't care. Whoever commits the crime will be responsible. Don't tell me how many bones she broke, anyway, you must send it back to me in a complete way."

Before leaving, Mao Feiyu informed Li Zhi: "I have hired you an assistant, and I will join you in the group from now on. You are familiar with this person."

Li Zhi asked: "Who?"

"Ming Xiaoqi, when filming "Moonlight Between Fingers", she dealt with us."

Mao Feiyu sent the two back to Wenchen's mansion and left.

After spraying the medicine, Li Zhi was supported and could barely walk for the time being. She grabbed Song Yancheng's arm, and every step she took, the sweat on her forehead became more. She bared her teeth and shouted, "Hey, can you be, your senior brother, I'm in pain."

"It's not a magic medicine, so it doesn't work after taking it." Song Yancheng held her and tried not to let her exert force. "It's the hardest to get rid of the muscles and bones. You have to endure these days."

Li Zhi's eyes rolled, and she said red as soon as she said it, and sobbed, "Woooooo, I'm so miserable. Do you have to suffer such inhuman torture if you are beautiful?"

Song Yancheng: "..."

"I don't have a father and no mother love me. I kindly help others drive in the middle of the night, and I will encounter farmers and snakes. Don't be too real!" Li Zhi stretched out his hand pitifully, shaking his fingers and counted one by one, "I have to pay a lot of money for lost work, mental subsidies, liquidated damages, transportation and travel expenses."

Song Yancheng: "..."

Li Zhixun gradually laid the groundwork, and the more he thought about it, he became more and more sad. He tilted his head and rubbed his tears on his shoulder, "Now, it's hard to find suitable nursing staff, and he has to serve food, drink, defecation, and urinate. Who would do it?"

Song Yancheng wanted to laugh and was helpless, and whispered: "I am willing to serve you personally, can I do it?"

Li Zhi nodded reluctantly, "It's hard to refuse the kindness, then I'll do it as you wish."

Song Yancheng: "..."

The familiar feeling is back.

When he got home, Song Yancheng helped her to lie down on the bed. He took off her shoes and socks, and then covered her waist with a quilt. He turned the temperature down and opened the window to breathe. Song Yancheng went tossing all night, and ran down the two places in the hospital of the wine party, wrinkled all his shirt. His back seemed to have lost weight under the outline of the light strip. Li Zhi leaned his head and watched quietly until tears fell on the tip of his nose and then slipped into his lips.

She said hoarsely, "Song Yancheng, I feel pain."

Song Yancheng quickly walked to the edge of the bed and frowned anxiously, "Does the wound hurt? Or is it hurt somewhere else?"

Li Zhi grabbed his arm tightly, tears in her eyes were like the light of a candle. She choked and said, "Heart hurts."

Song Yancheng was silent, turned passive into initiative, pulled away her five fingers, and then tied her tightly. He took off his shoes, maintained a half-lying position, and quietly snuggled with her.

"Let's talk," he said, "I want to know your past."

In the warm yellow light and shadow, the sound of Lizhi is like moss after the rain, washing away the long-standing dust, and gradually becomes clear and calm.

"We are college classmates, he directs the department, and I learn to perform. We were together in the first year of the year and had a relationship for two years. Before attending the graduation ceremony in his senior year, he was hit by a heavy-duty dirt truck and died on the spot."

These past events are like a dose of anesthetic, stopping all the pain in the body.

Li Zhi's eyes were deep but calm. Now when talking about this person, he is no longer as heartbreaking as before.

"His name is Sheng Xing, and he was the best student in the director department at that time. My husband Baoyu was particularly loving to him. I originally thought that after graduating from undergraduate, I would recommend him to study in Beijing and then set up a personal studio. "20 Years Old" was his last work when he was alive."

Li Zhi rubbed his nose, lowered his head to relieve the sadness, and then continued to say: "At the beginning of "20 Years Old", I refused. Later, my mentor flew to Haishi to persuade me personally. I didn't want to answer, because I really thought of people when I saw things."

Song Yancheng's heartbeat as usual. When he was honest, he found that he didn't seem so difficult to accept these things. He always held Li Zhi's hand and asked softly: "Why did he agree to take on this drama later?"

"Because the master said, 'If a person dies, there will be no more flowers and grass in this world. He is a friend, a parent, and a lover. Even if he is just a passerby, if there is such an opportunity, we should bring them the fragrance of flowers and insects, the stars in the sky, the clear sky, and the condolences, and quietly tell him that the world is still beautiful, you rest well, I will live well, and help you watch it, you don't have to worry too much.'"

Li Zhi smiled on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were slightly wet, "Sheng Xing, is a very good boy. He... is really really good." Perhaps considering Song Yancheng's feelings, Li Zhi apologized in a panic, "I'm sorry, I know you don't like to listen, but, but me."

"Shh." Song Yancheng interrupted, rubbing the back of her hand with his palm, "No need to be sorry, everyone has a past. No matter what is good or bad, they don't have to erase their existence."

Li Zhi held back her tears and nodded vigorously, "Song Yancheng, I really didn't treat you as him. Except for you who are all very good-looking, you don't look like you at all."

Song Yancheng sighed, "Just praise me if you praise me, can you not buy one free?"

Li Zhi burst out with a sneer. The interruption made the fluctuating mood ease a lot, and she asked: "Do you believe me?"

"Answer a few questions." Song Yancheng: "Do you go to see him every Qingming Festival?"

"Yes." Li Zhi was silent, "I haven't been there this year, I'm too busy."

"Your Weibo account, those roses, love, and longing are all written to him?"

“Not all.”

“Did you write it to me?”

"..." Li Zhi scratched his head, "When I met you, I rarely went to the small trumpet."

Song Yancheng clenched his fists secretly, unwilling to do so. He continued to ask: "Then why do you write something like 'When you see him, you think of you'?"

Li Zhi thought for a long time and asked blankly: "Has I written this?"

In the quilt, Song Yancheng clenched his fists a little, "What are you writing randomly, it always makes people misunderstand!"

Li Zhi remembered the Weibo he mentioned, the day she edited it was Sheng Xing’s birthday. She was sad about the scene and felt it, and she missed her old friends.

wrong.

Li Zhi became even more confused and looked at him, "What did this Weibo post misunderstand you?"

Song Yancheng suddenly became speechless, his eyes dodged and wandered.

Li Zhiduo was clever and instantly thought, "You can't be, I thought I had a crush on you at that time?"

Song Yancheng turned his face unnaturally and pretended to look elsewhere.

"My God!" Li Zhi blinked wildly, pinched his chin and turned the person back to the front, "Song Yancheng, I won't bear this wronged!"

Song Yancheng's face was red, orange, yellow and green, forming a colorful rainbow. In the laughter that she couldn't hold, it turned completely black into ink. He said hoarsely, "You are still laughing, it's all you."
To be continued...