Human beings are inherently solitary.

No one can fully understand what you are thinking, and even if you try to describe your thoughts to others in words, words cannot express the whole of your thoughts.

However, in terms of the stupid nature of most of the world's malice, it is not yet enough that we must fight for culture and depth...... Time......

You Jindong was in the sinking elevator, thinking about his cognition steadily, but was interrupted by a painful snort.

He remembered that today was Huang Meitian, Lu Tianheng's personal hell.

"How are you?" You Jindong turned around and asked nervously and concernedly.

"I'm fine. Lu Tianheng endured the pain that made him grin and let out a kind smile, but the cold sweat on his forehead did not understand his paranoia, and fell on his handsome and delicate face.

Lu Tianheng held the hand that was subconsciously covering his lap to his ear, pretending to be indifferent.

You Jindong was worried and angry, and said angrily: "Brother for three years, you treat me as one of those cold-eyed people?"

Lu Tianheng: "I don't." I just don't want to cause trouble for anyone. ”

You Jindong said: "I'm not the sect leader, I'm not Li Xin and Qiao Tian, I won't talk so much." But I know one thing: everyone has a flaw, and if you don't recognize your flaw, then you have another flaw. ”

Lu Tianheng didn't seem to be in pain anymore, and said with a smile: "But there are countless shortcomings missing!"

You Jindong couldn't cry or laugh: "Master of New Dialectics, are you studying acting or philosophy..."

"Ding-" The sound of the elevator stopping interrupted him again.

An expressionless middle-aged woman walked in with a slightly vicious breeze, dragging an eight- or nine-year-old boy in as if she had nothing to do with herself.

"Next floor?" the middle-aged woman didn't raise her eyes.

Lu Tianheng smiled and said, "Well, yes." At the same time, he made a grimace towards the Near East, which was very cute.

The elevator began to descend slowly, but the two had no chance of talking.

Because the little boy who was dragged in began to jump around the middle-aged woman, pulling the handrail of the elevator, as if he was annoyed and angry because nothing was ripped off by him, the small space of the elevator suddenly produced a four-magnitude earthquake.

Lu Tianheng couldn't help but snort in pain, You Jindong frowned, and said to the middle-aged woman as politely as possible: "Madam, please take care of your child." ”

The middle-aged woman turned white, and said stiffly: "You take care of yourself!"

You Jindong was stunned, and the wrinkle between his eyebrows escalated from dissatisfaction to anger, but it dissipated in an instant, replaced by an incomprehensible laugh.

He put Lu Tianheng's hand on the handrail of the elevator and said in a low voice: "Hold on, try to lean against the wall." ”

Immediately, he inexplicably came to the center of the elevator. Before everyone could react, he violently began to jump up and crouch down, as if he wanted to release all the strength of his life in this small space of more than ten cubic meters.

If the little boy's uproar produced a four-magnitude earthquake, it was triggered by You Kinto, a famous fitness and boxing coach in the city.

Sure enough, everyone in the elevator fell on their backs, and their center of gravity was unbalanced and screamed in fright.

The middle-aged woman leaned against the wall and turned around and yelled viciously: "You are insane!!Do you have a tutor!!! I didn't see any children, the elevator is your family!"

You Jindong stopped his movements instantly, revealing a very guilty and self-reproachful, innocent and aggrieved expression: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, my mother didn't teach me well before." ”

The middle-aged woman's whole face turned red: "You ......"

But when she found that she really couldn't make out any words, she had to drag the child close to her in embarrassment, without squinting.

The elevator door slowly opened, and the middle-aged woman glared at him fiercely as if she was fleeing, and pushed the child out.

Only then did Lu Tianheng let go of the hand holding his stomach, leaned forward and laughed: "I... I.... Hahahaha... Tour the Near East you... You...."

You Jindong: "What am I, don't you hurt?"

"Oops, it hurts, hahahaha...."Lu Tianheng's bending and squatting movements aggravated the sharp pain in his legs, but the smile and painful expression made his handsome face funny: "Hahaha... You can!"

You Jindong helped him out of the elevator.

He said uneasily, "I'll send you here." ”

Lu Tianheng: "Hmm. ”

Feeling that the people who had passed by and recognized him were constantly squinting, and the witty emotions dissipated, he returned to a cordial and indifferent posture.

You Ridong said uneasily: "You really don't need me to accompany you?"

Lu Tianheng smiled and said firmly: "Dismantle the steel plate for the last time." You'll let me face it myself, okay. ”

You Jindong forced himself to think of Li Xin's advice: if suffering cannot precipitate wisdom from another person, then suffering is meaningless.

He nodded, "Take care of yourself." ”

Lu Tianheng's smile became cute, imitating a certain comedian in the cross talk door and said, "It's okay... mentality!" he turned and walked straight to the consultation room.

You Jindong gave him a few steps, then turned to leave.

As everyone knows, behind him, Lu Tianheng, who is like a mountain of swords, slowly wiped the cold sweat from the corners of his eyes and forehead, and under the occasional gaze of passers-by, his expression became solemn and resolute.

This pair of perfectly proportioned long legs that fascinated countless fans, and the pain of every step reminded him of a heartbreak, a fiasco, and hatred.

Except for the rain outside the window, no one knows.

However, after being enlightened by the "sect leader", Zhang Kechi's emotions disappeared the moment he saw the person next to the attending physician.

The entrance to the consultation room.

The doctor kept nodding his head with a little emotion and approval: "Okay, okay, Mr. Hong, don't worry, I'm sure." Okay, you can rest assured. ”

Hong Yongcheng's whole body exuded the "down-to-earth kindness" in the mouth of fans, and he still chattered: "Doctor, don't think I'm verbose, of course I believe in you, you have contributed to his recovery so well, but please also understand me, as the head of the regiment, Tianheng is my brother, and you will be the same if you are replaced, not to mention that he is still the pillar of our company......"

The doctor was even more moved: "Alas, I also have family and brothers, I understand. He patted Hong Yongcheng's hand, "Don't worry, don't be nervous." ”

The doctor raised his eyes and saw Lu Tianheng, squinted and said, "What a good brother." ”

Lu Tianheng smiled.

The doctor said, "Mr. Lu, you wait for me." He pointed to the others in the consultation room and went into the room to get ready.

The corridor left two male gods with their own focus, like an undercurrent under the calm surface of a lake.

Lu Tianheng chuckled: "The play is good, senior brother has been working hard recently." ”

Hong Yongcheng was like a generous big brother, and gently slapped Lu Tianheng's shoulder with his fist to ensure that when this action was photographed by any passer-by or reporter, it was so straightforward and loving.

He didn't show any anger: "How can you talk, boy! Get well, we'll wait for you!"

Lu Tianheng is neither humble nor arrogant: "Thank you, senior brother, oh no, the best Golden Pool Award actor of the year." ”

Hong Yongcheng almost broke the work, but turned his anger into laughter: "Watching the news?"

Lu Tianheng said: "Is there anything else?"

"You're having good surgery. Hong Yongcheng paused, as if he remembered something, and seemed to have a knife hidden in his smile, "Next week's fan group, you must come after you are rested." The fan's gift has arrived, and I don't think most of the signatures are for you, so I'll let the assistants move back to my room first, and if it's yours, I'll send it to you. ”

Lu Tianheng: "Okay." ”

Hong Yongcheng: "In addition, there are too many supporters at the venue, since there is no certainty whether you will come here or not, there is no need to let the fans run in vain." I'll give my seat to my fan club first. ”

Lu Tianheng: "Okay." ”

"You won't say anything else, will you?" Hong Yongcheng smiled magnanimously, but his tone was slightly provocative, patted Lu Tianheng's shoulder and said, "No way, who made me the head of the regiment." ”

Lu Tianheng glanced at him, patted him with his backhand, and smiled calmly: "It's okay, who made me an adult." ”

Hong Yongcheng was annoyed and angry: "You !!"