Jura tilted her head to look at the man in front of her, and kept guessing in her mind, where would she take herself?

Regarding Ke Zhehan's character, Zhula is still relatively relieved, and the friendship between the two for many years makes Zhula feel very comfortable with him.

You don't have to deliberately guess his thoughts, you don't have to go to great lengths to please, you don't have to be hypocritical......

When Ke Zhehan pulled himself out, Jura did not refuse, followed his footsteps, and walked out of the hospital together.

Ke Zhehan drove Zhula to a park, he got out of the car first, walked quickly to Zhula's side, and gently and gentlemanly helped Zhula open the car door.

Ke Zhehan's series of actions made Jura slightly stunned.

A bright smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and Zhu La said jokingly: "It's just that I haven't seen you for a while, and you have become such a gentleman?" After speaking, Zhu stretched out her slender jade hand and placed it elegantly and casually in Ke Zhehan's outstretched palm.

When you get off the bus, the rain has stopped, the sky clears, and the trees around the park have been watered by the rain, washing away the dust, revealing green leaves, which are illuminated by the sun, giving people a sense of vitality.

The rain was sprinkled and the air was filled with a feeling of freshness, and Jura closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

Seeing the smile on Zhula's face, Ke Zhehan was secretly happy, he looked into the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go~ take you somewhere!" Ke Zhehan took Zhu La's hand and walked forward.

Zhula followed in Ke Zhehan's footsteps and walked forward step by step.

The ground that had just rained was slippery, and Jura didn't dare to walk in stride.

Seeing that Jura was struggling to walk, Ke Zhehan slowed down his pace, and only after Jura caught up with him did he move forward.

"It's here!" Ke Zhehan pointed to a dilapidated wall and turned his head to Jura.

Following the direction of Ke Zhehan's finger, I saw a dilapidated wall with all kinds of paintings.

Jura was stunned by the sight before him, and the wall, from bottom to top, was already painted.

Slowly walking into the wall, Zhu stretched his hand and touched the wall and watched carefully.

The child-like painting below, the middle seems to have grown a little bigger, and the person painted on the top, Jura always feels familiar.

Turning his head slowly, Ke Zhehan was already standing behind Zhu La, he touched the wall with his hand, and gently opened his mouth: "Every painting in this contains my hard work......

Jura stood beside him, quietly listening to Ke Zhehan tell him about the origin of these paintings.

When I was a child, I was once taught by my father that he was in a bad mood, ran out secretly, walked into the park, and got lost.

He leaned against the wall, annoyed but afraid to walk around.

It was getting late, and he was a little scared, so he picked up the stones on the ground and kept drawing, drawing, and painting on the wall, and he didn't seem to be so afraid, and his troubles disappeared.

Worried, the family searched everywhere, and when they found him, he was asleep against the wall.

Since then, whenever he is not happy, he will come here and paint some paintings on the walls that represent his mood at that time.

Listening to Ke Zhehan sadly tell about the past when he was a child, Jura felt a little uncomfortable.

She stretched out her little hand, patted Ke Zhehan's back, and said comfortingly: "Don't be sad, it's all over......"

Ke Zhehan looked down at Zhula beside him, his eyes were full of tenderness.

He stretched out his big palm and rubbed Jura's broken hair, a smile curling into the corners of his mouth.

Zhu La looked up at Ke Zhehan, the height between the two made the two of them only go back and forth between looking up and looking down.

In order to make the atmosphere less sentimental, Jura pointed to a painting on the wall and changed the subject: "What is this painting, it seems to have been painted recently?"

Ke Zhehan looked in the direction of Jura's finger, and a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Ke Zhehan smiling but refusing to answer, Jura had already guessed who it was, and she slowly spoke: "It's you who painted it, right?"

Ke Zhehan nodded silently, shook his head again, and quietly looked at the paintings on the wall.

Seeing Ke Zhehan's sad appearance, Zhu La patted his arm soothingly: "Don't you dare to confess, come and tell your sister, what type of girl is that, and my sister will help you." ”

Seeing that Zhu La looked confident, Ke Zhehan suddenly felt funny, and he rubbed Zhu La's hair.

Zhu La frowned, glared at Ke Zhehan angrily, and crossed her hands on her hips: "Don't change the topic?"

Ke Zhehan sighed and returned to his previous cool appearance.

Seeing Ke Zhehan's cold and arrogant appearance, Zhu La immediately scolded him: "As soon as you talk about your girlfriend, you are so virtuous, how old are you, you should also think about life events, now that you have a successful career, it's time to consider finding a wife?"

Ke Zhehan put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head to look at Zhu La, and said in disgust: "You are not married, what am I anxious about?"

Hiccuped by Ke Zhehan's words, Jura hung her head silently.

When it comes to love, Jura is not qualified to say anything about anyone at all, her love is a mess.

What other rights do you have to say about others, Ke Zhehan is one of the few good friends of Jula in the entertainment industry.

Although she is not happy, she hopes that everyone around her can live happily and happily.

She doesn't have high expectations, she only hopes that Ke Zhehan, Xiao Yiyao, Ouyang Mo, Lu Xue, these friends of hers can be happy, healthy, happy, and safe.

For the rest, she didn't dare to hope for it, and she didn't dare to force it.

"You are always thinking about others, when have you considered your own feelings?" Ke Zhehan suddenly became angry when he saw Zhula's decadent appearance.

He took Jura's arm with both hands and said loudly: "I warn you, Jura, this time, no matter what happens, I will not allow you, leave this city, leave ......"

Ke Zhehan really couldn't say the rest of the words, and he gently let go of Jula's arm.

In what capacity did he say these words, and in what capacity did he say them.

As a friend, I want my friends to be happy, the real numbers are normal, but too many words, just ......

Ke Zhehan stared at Zhu La in front of him quietly, a little excited: "If Leng Chenxuan treats you a little badly, I will snatch you away from him, you remember, you must be happy to be worthy of my letting go." ”

Listening to Ke Zhehan's words, Zhula's eyes were a little moist, these were the most touching words she had ever heard.

Although it is only a short word, it contains the most sincere wishes between friends.

Ke Zhehan saw that Zhula's eyes were full of tears, and he restrained his cold expression.

hugged Zhu into his arms, gently patted her back, and said softly: "If you want to be happy, you must be happy." ”

Listening to Ke Zhehan's words, Jura couldn't cry anymore, she leaned on Ke Zhehan's chest, crying helplessly.

All the sentimentality of this time was released at this moment, and Jura wept bitterly, and the tip of her nose was sour.

Tears flowed out of her eyes, and she felt uncomfortable inside, she had never felt so uncomfortable like this.

The blessings of friends and the comfort of friends are like a clear spring, flowing into the heart.

Moved gradually spread in the bottom of her heart, and Jura couldn't stop crying......