Yan Jue's gaze fell on Zhou Zhuo, who had just opened the door and entered, "Who is she?" His voice was hoarse, like a broken sound from a broken audio disc from the last century. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Your daughter, Yan Deyin. ”

Yan Jue turned his head stiffly, looked away, and stared blankly at the ceiling. Oh, Yan Deyin, she is Xie Qiyun's daughter. yes, how could he forget, she was probably five years old.

"Uncle Zhou, doesn't Dad like Deyin?" The little girl's voice was very crisp and a little aggrieved. Zhou Zhuo picked her up, "No, our Deyin is so cute, how can Dad not like it? It's just that Dad is sick and a little uncomfortable." ”

Yan Deyin nodded as if he didn't understand.

Zhou Zhuo hugged her and walked to Yan Jue's bedside, "Deyin is here, I picked you up an outdoor reality parent-child show, Sister Xie has agreed, and Deyin will follow you during this time." ”

"I'm not going. ”

Zhou Zhuo's eyes were cold, and his tone faded, "The company has already signed the contract." ”

Yan Jue stopped talking, lying motionless on the bed, he didn't even care about life and death now, how could he still care about those things outside his body? He used to think that as long as he worked hard, had acting skills, and was famous, and had money, he would be able to be happily with Anxi, but now?

Ancy is dead.

Zhou Zhuo didn't have anything to do with him, and it was too late, so he was going to go back with Yan Deyin. "Do it yourself, don't be inferior to a child. ”

Zhou Zhuo's footsteps became quieter and quieter, Yan Jue still looked at the ceiling blankly, the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the ward, the light was a little dazzling, he kept his eyes open, and hot tears left from the corners of his eyes.

Some things don't come with hard work.

As a single man, Yan Jue's villa is deserted just like his person, naturally different from the princess-style layout of Xie Qiyun's family, Fang Yu bought dolls and cartoon stickers, and took another assistant to work in the villa for an afternoon, only to bring some childish feeling, of course, it can't be compared with Xie Qiyun's family.

"Deyin is back, Aunt Fang made a small snack. Fang Yu took out the small biscuits that had been baked a long time ago, and Zhou Zhuo sat in the newly opened toy area in the living room, playing with building blocks with Yan Deyin.

"Brother Zhou, is Ah Jue better?" she wiped Yan Deyin's hands clean before giving her the cookies.

"It's not the same as it used to be. ”

Fang Yu pursed his lips and boxed the prepared meal. Zhou Zhuo's knife mouth tofu heart, they followed Yan Jue all the way, and witnessed how he became a god step by step, they are work partners, but they are also friends.

Now that Yan Jue is going to die like this, all of them are not happy.

After dinner, the two of them took Yan Deyin to the hospital together.

Hearing the movement at the door, as well as the immature voice of milky voice, Yan Jue closed his eyes in disgust, he didn't want to see Yan Deyin at all.

Her presence is a constant reminder of his unbearable memories.

"Jue, it's time to eat. Fang Yu set up the table and opened the meal, but saw Yan Jue looking non-violent and uncooperative. She turned her head and looked at Zhou Zhuo at a loss.

"Deyin, is it okay to feed Dad?" Zhou Zhuo squatted down and used a tone of discussion with Yan Deyin. "Dad can only get better quickly when he eats!"

Yan Deyin looked at Fang Yu, then at Zhou Zhuo, and nodded gently.

"Deyin is so good. Zhou Zhuo took off Yan Deyin's Snow White's little leather shoes and put her on Yan Jue's bed.

Yan Deyin took the spoon, scooped a spoonful of soup, and stretched out his little hand tremblingly to Yan Jue, "Dad, ah~" Half of the soup was spilled on the bed, Yan Jue was still asleep, and let Yan Deyin move.