The night was dark.

Li Qianhai stood by the window, stunned, holding a cigarette between his fingers, until the falling tobacco burned his fingers, and the man was suddenly startled and snuffed out the cigarette.

And the ashtray on the coffee table was already full of cigarette butts.

has been in the entertainment industry for many years, and he knows that he should not be in the unexpected world of public opinion.

But when those remarks hurt the people around him, Li Qianhai's heart was still blocked.

"Haizi."

The woman lying on the bed woke up slowly, looked at the melancholy back of the person by the window, called softly, inhaled some smoke, and coughed twice.

Li Qianhai hurriedly opened the window for ventilation.

"Sorry, I forgot for a moment." He walked up to the bed and apologized.

The woman shook her head.

The marks on her face are heavier than those of others, perhaps because of the torture you have suffered, her body will never return to its original beginning, her hair is dull and particulated, and her cheeks are slightly sunken.

Li Qianhai looked at Ji Lan, and his heart felt like a big stone had been pressed.

Ji Lan, who is not crazy, is demure and elegant, like a magnolia that blooms quietly, which makes people feel comfortable when they see it.

"How are you feeling lately?"

Li Qianhai unconsciously slowed down his voice.

"I'm fine." Her eyes were full of calming power, "It's you, why did you start smoking again?" ”

"I've been smoking."

"Liar." When she was in a hurry, she couldn't help coughing.

"Slow down."

Li Qianhai hurriedly poured her a glass of water, and the woman got up and took a sip.

He patted her on the back and couldn't help but nag: "Look at your body, you can't withstand a little wind and waves, you usually have to pay more attention." ”

Ji Lan breathed a sigh of relief, lay down, and said calmly: "My body has long been wasted, and it's the same thing if you don't pay attention." ”

"Nonsense." Li Qianhai made a face, "You can definitely be fine." ”

Ji Lan stared at him for a while, seeing that Li Qianhai was a little uncomfortable, before he slowly spoke.

"Haizi, are you hiding something from me?"

Li Qianhai looked away a little weakly.

"What can I do......"

"You smoke whenever you have something to worry about, and you don't dare to look people in the eye when you lie."

The man stiffened and did not speak.

After being silent for a long time, Ji Lan sighed, lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes were projected on the slightly pale and haggard skin, a shallow shadow.

"If it weren't for you, I would have been dead a long time ago."

Her eyes were dull and she said a little numbly.

"With my broken body, I know I'm a drag on you, but let me help you appropriately."

"Otherwise, I'll be really disgusted with my existence."

The more she spoke, the more emotional she became.

Li Qianhai hurriedly appeased, and while the woman was not yet ill, let her take the tranquilizer medicine.

After tossing for a long time, Ji Lan fell asleep again.

He settled the other man, then quietly walked out of the room, closed the door, and hung his head so that he could not see clearly.

The events of that year tortured not only Ji Lan's body, but also her spirit, severe depression and mania, if she didn't take care of it well, she would go crazy and self-harm, hurting her already scarred body.

Li Qianhai will never forget that a month after rescuing Ji Lan, he went to the hospital to see her, but the other party was curled up on the bed, his hair scattered, like a madwoman.

A small section of exposed skin was covered with bruises, and the old and new injuries overlapped and intertwined, which was shocking.

All the sharp objects in the room were covered in sponges, her nails were cut clean, and even her mouth was covered with braces to prevent her from biting when she went berserk.

But even so, Ji Lan will still use all methods to hurt himself.

The doctor said that the only way for her to vent and relieve herself in a painful and oppressive environment for a long time was pain and self-harm.

But when she was awake, those pains would torment her day and night.

Li Qianhai, a big man, can't imagine that kind of dark life.

And Ji Lan lived in that village, in that small black house, for five whole years.

Several times, Li Qianhai would meet her when she was awake.

But even when she was sober, she would only repeat -

"Mom and Dad, save me...... Haizi, save me......"

"I'm so dirty, let me die."

"Please, don't hit me, it hurts."

"I want to die, let me die."

……

Ji Lan's original family was not wealthy, and it was not enough to support her high cost of subsequent treatment.

Even if her father, who is in his sixties, delivers food outside the home day and night, goes to the construction site to move bricks, and her mother works as a nanny and dishwasher, it is still a drop in the bucket.

The hemp rope is broken in detail, and life is difficult and hard.

Two years ago, Ji Lan's father accidentally fell from an elevated highway at the construction site, broke a leg, and had to go home to recuperate.

Li Qianhai has been there many times, and he has said many times that he will pay for Ji Lan's medical expenses, but the Ji family's parents still refuse.

"Xiao Li, it's not easy for you."

"We can find Lan Lan back thanks to you, no matter what you want to come out, Lan Lan will blame us if he wakes up."

The Ji family's parents held his hand, but the rough palm was very warm.

Li Qianhai couldn't help but have a sour nose.

The Ji family's parents are both kind-hearted farmers.

After working hard for more than ten years to provide Ji Lan as a college student, their family would have a happier future, but a catastrophe made this already sad family even worse.

But fortunately, after treatment, Ji Lan is gradually getting better, and he has more and more time to be awake.

But now, those who don't know anything about the real situation are wantonly using this matter to stir up heat and attract traffic, so how can Li Qianhai not hate?

Two days ago, some paparazzi even found Ji Lan's parents, trying to learn from them what they said back then.

Li Qianhai knows that they don't want the truth, they just want heat, gimmicks, and steamed buns dipped in other people's blood.

How sarcastic.

Taking a deep breath, the man's expression was gloomy.

Suddenly, a cell phone rings, breaking the silence.

Li Qianhai took out his mobile phone and saw that it was An Li.

He paused.

After the accident of the program team, others were afraid to avoid it, and An Li was the first program guest to call him.

He didn't know what the other party's intentions were.

After hesitating for a while, he picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Director Li, it's me, Anli."

"I know." Li Qianhai rubbed his eyebrows, and his tone was tired, "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

"Director Li, when will the second episode of our show come out?"

Li Qianhai's hand paused.

"An Li, do you know what the situation is now, or do you also want to take this opportunity to stir up the heat? I'm telling you, don't even think about it......"

Before the more ugly words could be scolded, An Li stopped the man's actions.

"Director Li, I definitely don't mean to use this matter to hype, I just want to ......" An Li paused, "Give everyone the truth." ”

"The truth?"

Li Qianhai lowered his head and sneered.

Does the public care about the so-called truth?