Zhongli felt a little out of breath in the early morning, and he lay on the bed, feeling that his limbs were pressed against each other.

Finally dying?

In the last moment before the end of his life, he thought a lot, such as how the money he earned could not be wasted in his bank card, as well as the house, and all the assets in his name, and then counting the past experiences, most of them have no regrets, even if they have regrets, it is useless.

He doesn't have many friends, and Ji Changfeng's kid doesn't know if he can take care of the aftermath for himself, what if those customs and rituals are weaker than others, he is not willing to be such a strong person.

Forget it, it's useless to think about this now.

He struggled to open his eyes and shouted outside the house, "Jian Zhichun, are you there?"

Zhongli's voice was very hoarse, he was uncomfortable listening to it, no one answered for a while, he was a little desperate, he wouldn't have to fall at home for several days before being discovered by Jian Zhichun.

When he was thinking nonsense, Jian Zhichun had already pushed open the door and said lightly: "I'm not dead, of course." ”

Zhongli felt unlucky when he heard this word, but he didn't have the strength to argue, and said in a weak voice: "I know, but I'm dying, forget about your three million, I don't have a chance to spend it again anyway, don't panic for a while, the last cabinet under my desk has a suicide note for every year after I am ten years old, and the assets have been distributed, if you like anything in my house, you can take it away, but in return, you have to remember to find Ji Changfeng, help him send me away in style, and then ......"

Jian Zhichun took a bite of a bun, frowned, and leaned over, "Are you crazy?"

Zhongli corrected her words seriously, "I'm not crazy, I'm just dying." ”

Jian Zhichun stretched out her hand, the cold back of her hand touched her hot forehead, she blinked, and she had a fever.

Zhongli thought that the other party agreed, opened his eyes but could only barely see a figure, Jian Zhichun turned to leave, went to rummage through the cabinet in the living room, found the antipyretics, poured water again, she put the medicine on the bedside table for Zhongli to take. Zhongli sighed heavily, he didn't want to take medicine, he knew that his current condition was ineffective, and he didn't want to waste any more time, so he closed his eyes and wanted to face reality.

Jian Zhichun looked at Zhongli's daily drama strangely, she thought that she was too lazy to care about him, anyway, it would be fine after this scene was addicted, she didn't know what she thought of when she turned around, squeezed two antipyretics in her hand, lifted the quilt, Zhongli shouted in a dumb voice What are you doing, and the next moment she was helped up by Jian Zhichun, and she fed him the medicine.

Zhong Li swallowed it, as uncomfortable as being forced to pour mercury, and the next second he acted on his own, "Jian Zhichun, what did you give me, I have already given you three million, isn't it enough? What else do you need, you can tell me, don't do stupid things." ”

Jian Zhichun took a long breath, "Shut up!"

Suddenly, everything fell silent, Zhongli behaved pitifully, and Jian Zhichun was a little suspicious that he was abusing this person. She went out of the room to the kitchen to prepare the porridge, skillfully scooped the rice, turned on the fire, and cooked the porridge seriously.

She was slightly distracted, and thought of what Zhongli said just now, although some incoherent, but the information will not be wrong, Zhongli said that he has written a suicide note every year since he was ten years old, and there are more than ten letters that have been accumulated so far, and they have never stopped.

She works in a counseling room, and of course understands that mental illness, although it only affects the heart, can sometimes be more torturous than the physical ones. If this is the case for adults, then before the age of eighteen, when the state stipulates that the minors, why did such a young and youthful teenager maintain his sadness year after year, so he wrote so many suicide notes.

Zhongli is so sad that he hates this world, and he is extremely calm about leaving this world.

Maybe it's professional inertia, Jian Zhichun always has a habitual look at other people's hearts, and carefully looks at this person's heart to see what kind of color it will be.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, it was a part-time job, she answered the phone and explained, Zhongli listened to a few words vaguely in the house, and became even more sad, Jian Zhichun must be going to a part-time job, and he was the only one alone, lying on the bed, waiting for the eternal night to come.

He was so sleepy that he fell asleep, and then he was woken up, Jian Zhichun lifted his quilt again, and helped the person directly against the bed, "Lean on, don't move." ”

Zhongli's two eyes were like negative energy transmission sources, drooping, and he was stimulated to open his eyes with difficulty, "Aren't you going to work part-time?"

"Pushed. ”

"Oh......" Zhongli replied, "I never knew that Miss Jane had such a conscience. ”

"Open your mouth. ”

Zhongli frowned, feeling a little weird and ashamed of being manipulated, but he didn't have the strength to resist all over his body, "Can I still be okay?"

"Don't act, it's too tired to watch the bitter drama in the morning, can you change to a different stage. ”

"Let me think about it. Zhongli said weakly, "Forget it, I can't think of any other way to perform." ”

"Your subordinate is here. ”

Zhongli was startled, and hurriedly asked Jian Zhichun to close the door so that no one could see it.

The corners of Jian Zhichun's lips curved slightly, and he fed half of the porridge down, Zhongli was stupid all of a sudden, Jian Zhichun felt that the task was completed, so he didn't bother him, and closed the door after packing up his things.

By the time Zhongli stopped fainting, it was already afternoon, he rarely got sick, and the few times he got sick was always a lot of trouble, and it was surprising that he could get better so quickly this time. He pushed open the door, and Jian Zhichun was sitting on the carpet in the living room and was very serious about the computer.

"You didn't go to work today?"

"Well, I'm afraid that someone won't admit it for three million, and I want to stamp and sign the contract when he wakes up, so that someone won't admit it next time. ”

"Okay, it's still the original Jian Zhichun, but who is someone? Miss Jian doesn't need to remind one or two?" Zhongli was slightly satisfied, and sure enough, that person took care of himself definitely with an ulterior motive, which was like her.

Jian Zhichun's slender and white hand clicked on the keyboard, fast and smooth, and this did not prevent her from mocking indifferently, "I should have pressed my handprint just now." ”

Zhongli was very satisfied with her cool words, and the emotional fluctuations made him feel a lot more energetic at this moment, "If you miss it, you can't regret it, next time you will have this opportunity, please pay attention to grasp it in time." ”

He poured a glass of water, and only then did he have time to turn on his phone, and there was no explosion in the group in the studio, only one or two asked Zhongli if there was anything wrong, and then there were all windy and snowy emojis below, and then no one asked again, the meaning is very simple, what kind of situation do you face in the special season, where is this.

Zhongli sent a message: "Is the work done?"

Just now, a few messages came out sparsely and occasionally, but now there was no sound at all, and not even a drop of water splashed.

Jian Zhichun is doing Taobao customer service, receiving a lot of buyers, and is extremely proficient in copying and pasting replies. The part-time group is unusually lively, the reason is that Jian Zhichun actually turned down the part-time job, which is big news, and then everyone talked about it from here.

Jiang Yan chatted with her privately: "Are you free at night?"

Jian Zhichun: "I'm free." ”

Jiang Yan: That's good, Chunchun, I'll send you a specific address and requirements in a moment, you pay attention to check it.

Jian Zhichun took a look at it and wrote it down, he went to perform at the Cultural Festival of the University of Science and Technology, and his salary was higher than usual. She continued to work while asking Zhongli to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, and she had cooked some dishes at noon that were still hot in the pot.

Zhongli was shocked after tasting it, "This porridge is okay, this dish was specially picked up from the trash can and given to me?"

Jian Zhichun put down the work in his hand, rubbed his wrist, and said casually: "Did I say that I usually go to the boxing gym to work part-time as a sparring partner." ”

Zhongli silently tasted the porridge and turned his back, determined not to challenge a person's bottom line.

The surroundings were quiet, and the two of them rarely got along in harmony, Zhongli had been staying in the study to work on the resort project since his illness was almost well, and the other was working in the living room with the same selflessness. Until the evening, Jiang Yan suddenly sent a message to ask if she could find someone to fill the gap of another person.

It's better to be the kind of sick and arrogant man, who is extremely urgent.

Jian Zhichun frowned and thought of the slightly more familiar He Dong and He Xi, but their image was really different from Jiang Yan's requirements, she suddenly looked in the direction of the study faintly, and walked over, "Zhongli, I'm going to work part-time tonight, I may come back very late, I hope there will be delicious food waiting for me when I come back." ”

Zhongli frowned, "What the hell are you going to do, why do you come back so late every day and ask me to make supper, do I owe you money, or do you owe me money?"

"You want to know?"

Zhongli nodded, Jian Zhichun immediately talked to him for a while and went to see him, and after saying that, she left, not giving Zhongli a little time to react, leaving Zhongli in the study, I don't know why, I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell what is wrong for a while.

Xie Zhizhen came out of Xia Guang's studio, his face was calm, and he drove straight to the University of Science and Technology, the Rock Climbing Club celebrated, Wen Jinshi They have been urging them in the afternoon, but he still decided to come to Xia Guang to have a look, but he also learned that Jian Zhichun actually asked for leave.

When he arrived at the University of Science and Technology, it was already six o'clock, he first went to the Times Restaurant next to the school, Zhao Rong and they were all waiting for him, and there were some junior brothers and sisters and senior brothers and sisters, the president of the rock climbing club in the past ten years has come a lot, and there are more things to do in a bigger way, and it is not so easy to come.

At the social celebration party at half past six, Xie Zhizhen has been sitting and watching the show, and only when the seniors in the middle spoke did he be invited to the stage and said a few words. There are two junior sisters who shouted the male god brother, and he responded with a chuckle, making everyone feel a sense of realizing their dreams.

Many people here have heard the name Xie Zhizhen, and they have different feelings, and at half past eight the performance ended, Tong Bo, the current president of the rock climbing club, invited them to get together again, and Wen Jinshi suggested that they should visit the campus together. When I went back to school after graduation, I always felt that everything was like yesterday, and there was a feeling that it was not very real, and even Zhao Rong was a little jealous when he looked at those young people, it was good to be young!

HKUST is quite lively tonight, because the annual Golden Autumn Cultural Festival has begun, so many clubs have been organizing activities recently, attracting many people to visit outside the school.

They walked to the door of the small theater, and there was a poster hanging at the door, the poster was a black base map, and several elements such as the blood moon and piano were used in the picture, which made people feel a sense of suspense and thriller when they saw it, and tonight's play is "Confessions of a Murderer".

Zhao Rong sighed, very interested, "Look, this name is quite interesting, it doesn't seem to be over yet, why don't you go and see it together?"

Tong Bo's heart jumped, a little hesitant, others asked curiously, his face was a little pale, and finally waved his hand and replied that it was okay, but every step was accompanied by the tragic temperament of sacrificing his life to accompany the gentleman.

They bought tickets to go in, and there were some people sitting sparsely on the audience in Area A, and even fewer people in other districts, which made Zhao Rong a little strange, shouldn't it, the introduction of this drama looks quite attractive. Tong Boqing coughed and explained: "Senior brother, in fact, the drama itself is very good-looking, when the drama club rehearsed this kind of script, it attracted a lot of people to watch it, but I can't stand the drama club rehearsing this kind of play every time, and it is more scary and scary every time, even those students who like suspense and thriller can't stand it, and there are fewer and fewer people who come here to watch dramas." ”

Wen Jinshi happened to be a suspense lover at the time, and his eyes lit up when he heard this, "It would be nice if our German Drama Club was like this." ”

On the stage, a woman with a knife in her chest fell to the ground with a long scroll from the Central European era, and said in a panic: "Oh, Roman, you ......"

On the other side, the murderer is polite and has an extraordinary temperament, even if the European-style dress stained with a large piece of tomato juice cannot be concealed, and under the light, it seems that his excited eyes can be seen.

Jian Zhichun fell to the ground, showing the character's heartbreak and sadness, as for Zhong Liti's excitement, he completely forgot his reluctance when he was tricked, and where could the audience tell whether this was the actor's performance level or the actor's inner situation at the moment.

Zhongli looked at Jian Zhichun, and for a moment he felt that he had a great revenge, and said in a low voice, This time it can be regarded as planted in my hands.

Backstage of the stage.

A petite and cute girl looked at the screen recording on the screen and was very satisfied, clenching her little fists, "These two actors are too powerful, and only such dedicated actors can show the essence of my script!"

Another tall girl standing next to her frowned, "Weiwei, you can look at the attendance rate before you say this." ”

The others in the backstage hurriedly echoed, "Vice Society, the box office is bleak!"

Lu Wei sighed in her heart, came and came again, she held her stomach, hurriedly found an excuse to run away, and didn't dare to look back, for fear that they would ask her about the new script, she really wanted to transform, but the gap between ideal and reality was never easy to cross.

In the small theater, Xie Zhizhen sat and watched the play, extremely serious, Wen Jinshi was fascinated, and suddenly seemed to recall a certain picture, looked at the actors on the stage in surprise, and asked, "Zhizhen, is that your Miss Jane?"

Xie Zhizhen also recognized Jian Zhichun, he was a little curious, and asked in his heart, could this also be her part-time job?