Wen Yu turned over, and Bai Lian fled in a hurry.

"Doctor, how did he age so fast?" As soon as the doctor went to work in the early morning, Bai Lian ran to ask that she was a doctor in that life, but she couldn't explain the problem.

"Miss Mo, the cause cannot be found out medically for the time being, and Mr. Wen refuses to say what caused it." Dr. Cai couldn't help him, so he contacted his mentor, foreign experts, and searched through medical books and periodicals, but there was no answer to be scrutinized.

"Mo Bailian, come to my office." As soon as Bai Lian arrived at the radio station in the afternoon, he received Wen Dong****, he rarely called her by name and surname, helplessly 'touched' and 'touched' his nose, and pressed the number on the first floor of the sub-station.

"This is the data that I miss nostalgically," snap, Wen Dong threw her a piece of paper, Bai Lian picked it up and looked at it, the data was all linear, compared with usual, last night's data rubbed it, as if it was a ******, the highest in history, she squinted and looked at his side face, "Are you still not happy with the high listening rate?" ”

"Mo Bai Lian..." Wen Dong glanced at her coldly, angry from the beginning, "You know why I'm angry." ”

"Wen Dong, I only told you from beginning to end that we are friends and will not have any other relationship." Bai Lian then sank her face, she didn't seem to have had an affair with him, when he pursued her, she refused, and then she stopped contacting, she would meet during a radio interview, it was purely a coincidence, he behaved naturally and generously, she just didn't know, even if the gossip was everywhere, she was still calm.

"You ......" He propped up the desk with his deflated hands, looking at her clear and charming eyes, with nowhere to exert his strength, she was not wrong, it was his wishful thinking, listening to her program every night was a pleasure, but last night, he was jealous, he was over forty years old and mature and steady, he was full of vinegar, and he couldn't wait to wake up her persistence, "Is he here?" ”

"He's here." Wen Dong's question sentence turned into an affirmative sentence, "You don't have to refute, I remember you said that you switched to learning broadcasting and hosting because the person you like likes this profession." ”

Bai Lian defaults.

"Who is it? Wen Di? "After screening the young talents in the stage, in addition to him, the biggest possibility is Wen Di, a man with both family background and talent and appearance, plus a similar age, "He has a fiancée." ”

"I don't have a chance to be with him anymore." Bai Lian was surprisingly cold, she already knew this fact, Wen Dong was right, she came to the radio station for the person she liked, but she was by no means Wen Di, Wen Di was just the 'illegal' child of the Wen family, and before she left, he was not even qualified to enter the Wen family's 'door'.

"You love him so much." Wen Dong shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Wen Yu's life is coming to an end, whether it is the original owner or her, it is destined to be impossible to go down with him, on the thirty-fourth floor of the deputy desk office, she is standing at the window, her white and tender fingers rubbing the glass, her eyes are empty, there are many accidents in life, life and death are often only in an instant, and she has 'spent' nearly half a life with him, is it wrong?

If the old man who is lying on the sick 'bed' now is him, can she still be calm?

There was a sharp pain in her heart, and no, she couldn't.

Do you suffer even just thinking about it? Wen Dong took pity on her, from the day he learned about it, he was the professor of her major, Mo Bailian's appearance was the kind of person who could be recognized at a glance in the crowd, many 'girl' students in the class didn't like her, because of her face, he thought it would be very pleasing to boys, but as a result, boys didn't like her either.

It is said that she is a typical poisonous tongue, and the boys who pursue her can always be disgusted by her from head to toe, three years of college, without exception.

She likes to sit in the first row in class, but she just writes with her head down, occasionally glances up a few times to save face, even if she doesn't listen to class, she has never failed the course, and the 'girl' student 'privately' guesses whether she is an unspoken rule.

Wen Dong was not prejudiced against her, he was new to the senior management of the radio station at that time, and he didn't pay much attention to the students, and every time the test paper was handled by the assistant.

I really know her, it was in the winter of my senior year, the weather was very cold, most of the students had gone home from vacation, he stopped by to pick up a book because there was a book left in the office, the shortcut from the parking lot to the teaching area was to go around a small 'flower' garden, that small 'flower' garden only had a small path, usually he didn't like to walk, but now the campus is deserted and sparsely populated, he chose, but unfortunately, the road that should be unimpeded was intercepted by two male and female students in the dispute, oh, no, it should be the boys unilaterally fighting,' The woman's eyebrows and eyes are calm, as cold as if she is watching a play.

"A 'woman' like you should never want to get married." Wen Dong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, he couldn't imagine that there were such low-quality students in such a higher education institution, but he still stood quietly aside and waited for them to deal with it themselves.

The 'girl' still indifferently picked up her stack of books and prepared to leave, in the direction of where he was.

Seeing him, the 'girl' seemed to be stunned for a moment, her footsteps stopped, and the boy behind her saw that she had not responded, and pushed her with blood, and her defenseless steps staggered, and the whole person rushed forward.

The path is paved with soft stones, if it is facing down, even if it is not ****, it will leave a small wound dotted with stars, Wen Dong naturally can't stand by, a few arrows forward, and scoop the 'girl' into her arms, but the books in her arms are not spared, and they fall to the ground scattered.

"Classmate, shouldn't you apologize?" Wen Dong lowered his voice and walked in, he had a little impression of this boy, not a 'girl' student in a class, but he should also be his student, a little familiar.

"I'm sorry," the boy apologized and hurried away, not helping to pick up the books on the floor.

So, Wen Dong was a good person to the end, bending down to help pick it up together.

A nice and delicate font.

Wen Dong glanced at the 'girl' next to him who was also busy picking up books in surprise, this time, he was even more surprised, the person who had just been scolded for not changing his 'color' was frowning at the moment, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, obviously looking distressed and anxious.

The 'girl' picked up the book very quickly, and returned to her arms in a few seconds, and he also carried four or five books in his hand, perhaps interested in her font, Wen Dong opened one of the professional books he taught.

The dense comments, opinions, although compact, but because the font is clean and does not make people feel numb, quickly swept it, this time, he is really impressed.

The comments are sharp and in place, not like a young girl of this age can write about it.

"Professor Wen, thank you for your help." She said thank you, but her eyes were fixed on the book in his hand without blinking, as if she was desperate to get it back.

It's a pity, this voice.

can't say that it's not good, if she goes to the music world, this voice may be able to open up a new path, but she has learned to host, her voice is too coquettish, even if her tone is flat, she can still hear a trace of flattery, which is not in line with orthodoxy.

"Professor Wen, if I work hard, will I be able to change my voice," after getting acquainted with him, Mo Bailian asked him, looking at her longing eyes, thinking of her love for hosting, Wen Dong couldn't bear to tell her that her voice was innate, and even if it could be changed the day after tomorrow, it was only a small part.

Finally, he nodded and said, "Yes." ”

In this way, the trajectory of this person's life was changed for several years.