Tenth floor.

There is a wind blowing.

Neon lights shine through the windows, coloring the hallway floors.

Ji Jinmao was lying by the window, shouting hoarsely: "Ji Zhao-"

Three triangular steel frames, one end welded to the wall, and the other end holds up a nine-meter-high light sign. Scattered wires sway in the air, and lights decorate the night.

A man sits on the lowest steel frame.

He was facing the window with his side to him, his hands raised flat, and his feet swinging slowly in front of him.

White shirt, khaki pants, messy bangs cover his eyebrows, and his eyes are as bright as stars in the sky.

Ji Zhao was immersed in his own world and turned a deaf ear to any outside sounds. The night breeze blew from afar, caressing his cheeks, ears, fingers, and toes, gently wrapping and wrapping his whole person.

Xu Songling dragged Ji Jinmao back and shouted: "What are you shouting!" What if I disturb him and fall? ”

Ji Jinmao was completely panicked, tears and snot flowed together, he dragged Xu Songling's arm and said breathlessly.

"What to do? What to do? If he dies, I won't live! I'm just that, our old Ji family is just this seedling. My dad died early, I was raised by my mother, and when Ji Zhao was born, Danfeng almost died of hemorrhage, and I did a ligation with a ruthless heart. Danfeng and I only have one son, and my mother only has this one grandson......"

Caring is chaotic, where can Ji Jinmao see the demeanor of the richest man at this time, and even said such a private word as "ligation", he is completely a sad old father who is worried about his son's life and death.

Luo Yihui rushed over and hugged Ji Jinmao, with a guilty face: "Uncle, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'll persuade him." ”

Seeing Luo Yihui, whom he trusted so much, Ji Jinmao couldn't wait to slap him twice.

Knowing that Ji Zhao has autism, he doesn't know how to express his grievances, and he can only be bullied when he is alone, how can he leave Ji Zhao alone on the terrace, and it will be ten minutes to lose it?

Ten minutes is enough to make people die several times!

What's the use of apologizing? What's the use of apologizing? If something happens to Ji Zhao, Ji Jinmao will be the first to strangle Luo Yihui!

However, hearing Luo Yihui say that he was going to persuade Ji Zhao, thinking that the two of them were the same age and grew up together, Ji Zhao might be able to listen to him, and Ji Jinmao had a glimmer of hope in his heart. He blew out a snot bubble, raised his hand and wiped his face, trying to calm his emotions: "Then you keep your voice quiet, and persuade him to come back." ”

With Ji Jinmao's consent, Luo Yihui stepped closer to the window and looked at Ji Zhao sitting on the steel frame.

Luo Yihui's face was dyed with various colors by the colorful lights, red, green, blue, and yellow, unpredictable.

The atmosphere was tense.

Xu Songling was not chaotic in the face of danger, and arranged for people to call special police and firefighters for support in a low voice, and called people to find safety ropes for firefighting, ready to go into battle to save people in person.

Lu Manning's feet went limp, and he was panting against the wall of the corridor.

Zhao Xiangwan held his breath and stared closely at Luo Yihui's every move. Thinking that Feng Hongying had scolded Luo Yihui in his heart for not being a good thing, Zhao Xiangwan was a little more vigilant, wanting to hear what he was thinking.

But—

Nothing was heard.

Luo Yihui's heart seemed to have erected a thick barrier, and he couldn't hear anything.

The mind-reading technique failed, and Zhao Xiangwan was a little more vigilant.

Scheming people hide their hearts so deeply that they don't easily reveal them. Unless you are emotional, you can spy on one or two.

Zhao Xiangwan slowly approached, looking at the handsome and sunny young man in front of him without a trace.

He was wearing a slim black shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes, and a black belt around his waist. Even if Zhao Xiangwan is not familiar with luxury brands, he can see that belts are worth a lot.

Ji Zhao's mother is Luo Yihui's aunt, and the two are similar in appearance, both have white skin and dark eyes. It's just that Luo Yihui has a big mouth, slightly thin lips, short hair, and a broad forehead, which looks a little more manly than Ji Zhao.

Luo Yihui spoke.

Everyone didn't dare to say anything, and tried to keep their breathing low, for fear of alarming Ji Zhao.

"Ji Zhao, have you had enough? Hungry or not? Went home for dinner. ”

Luo Yihui's voice was gentle and relaxed, as if two old friends hadn't seen each other for a long time, chatting familiarly after meeting on the road.

Zhao Xiangwan stood a foot behind Luo Yihui, and his pupils suddenly narrowed when he saw the flickering neon lights.

When humans see something of interest, their pupils dilate significantly; On the other hand, when you see someone or something you dislike, your pupils will suddenly narrow.

Changes in the pupils are not controlled by people's consciousness, which is difficult to fake.

Although he couldn't hear Luo Yihui's heart, through the change of his micro-expression, Zhao Xiangwan came to a conclusion - Luo Yihui didn't like or even disliked Ji Zhao.

Feng Hongying's story about the stupid son of the landlord's family who stimulated Ji Zhao was also told to her by Luo Yihui. If this is his intention, then this person's scheming is beyond imagination.

"Ji Zhao, I just left for a while, why did you come here? You haven't eaten at tonight's thank-you banquet, so let's go and eat together. ”

Luo Yihui's eyes were moving rapidly, from the bottom up, staying at the upper right.

When a person constructs images and sounds in their minds, their eyes are oriented upwards to the right.

When do people need to construct their own images and sounds? It's usually when you're trying to use your imagination and create something out of thin air.

Now Luo Yihui has neither painting nor writing, let alone working, so he works so hard to fabricate pictures and sounds, obviously to cover up the truth, that is, to lie.

Lie? Is it a lie for Luo Yihui to leave with a stomach? He left on purpose, why?

"Don't want to eat? That's not going to work, if I starve you, my aunt and uncle will have to strangle me to death. Haha......" Luo Yihui opened his mouth slightly exaggerated and laughed.

Ji Zhaoping's raised hands changed one high and one low.

Ji Jinmao's eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice to urge Luo Yihui: "He has a reaction, hurry up and let him come back." ”

Luo Yihui said "um", and a strange light flashed in his eyes: "Ji Zhao, it's dark, it's windy, you're cold, right?" In this way, you slowly stand up, and I will pick you up. ”

Ji Zhao's hands began to shake slightly, and he slowly turned his head, and the neon lights reflected his dark black eyes with a brilliant light, like two beautiful gems.

When Ji Zhao's face turned to the direction of the hotel corridor, Zhao Xiangwan could see it clearly, his tight lips were a little dry, his hair was scattered, and his whole person was trembling slightly. His eyes were confused, his pupils were not focused, as if he was still in a dream.

This state is not right.

Taking a step closer, Zhao Xiangwan finally received Ji Zhao's heart.

His inner world is different from that of ordinary people.

After obtaining the ability to read minds, in Zhao Xiangwan's eyes, ordinary people are like a radio, as long as the frequency is tuned, the inner voice will reach the ears. Ji Zhao was like a black-and-white TV, and when he approached, Zhao Xiangwan's mind showed a dynamic picture.

- The wilderness covered with thick snow, snowflakes falling in a torrent, bleak and silent. A pure white lark flew through the air, flapping its wings desperately, trying to find a branch to rest.

Luo Yihui's voice carried a temptation similar to hypnosis: "Very good, don't look down, move slowly, first stand up with the pole next to you, and then step on the iron frame and come over." It's okay, I'll reach over and you go in this direction. ”

Ji Jinmao stared nervously at Ji Zhao's every move, feeling uneasy in his heart. I was looking forward to Ji Zhao coming over obediently, but I was afraid that he would fall inattention.

As Luo Yihui's voice sounded, the originally silent picture in Ji Zhao's heart suddenly became noisy, and the wind swept up the thick snow on the ground, whistling and raging. The lark's wings were blown by a strong wind and began to hover low altitude.

In Ji Zhao's world, he turned himself into this lark. No wonder he sat on the iron frame, because only here could he let the "wings" flap and try to fly and rush out of this silent wilderness.

Luo Yihui's words did not appease Ji Zhao, but disturbed his calm mind.

"Ji Zhao, I'm waiting for you here, come on. Your father, your mother, and Feng's mother, Duan Yong...... They are all waiting for you. ”

The neon lights were bright and dim, and Ji Zhao opened his eyes suddenly and looked straight at Luo Yihui.

[Finally! 】

Luo Yihui's mood fluctuated, and the originally heavy barrier cracked a crack, and Zhao Xiangwan heard his heart. It's just two words, but it makes Zhao Xiangwan's adrenaline surge.

This Luo Yihui is a master of psychology, and he is looking for Ji Zhao's weaknesses. And now, he's finally found!

[Mama Feng's words really succeeded in stimulating Ji Zhao. Unexpectedly, Ji Zhao didn't care about anything, but the story of the stupid son of the landlord's family could stir his emotions. His gaze finally focused, and he apparently began to take the initiative to receive external information. 】

"Mama Feng......" Luo Yihui was about to continue, but Ji Jinmao quickly covered his mouth.

Don't look at Ji Jinmao's fat, but his movements are very flexible, he also found out that Ji Zhao was wrong, and desperately covered Luo Yihui's mouth, and scolded in a low voice: "Mother Feng has been dismissed, don't mention her again!" ”

Ji Jinmao heard Zhao Xiangwan say that Feng's mother had stimulated Ji Zhao, so he decided to drive this person away from Ji Zhao's side, where would Luo Yihui mention her name again? Ji Zhao is in danger now, he can't tolerate a little mistake, and he must not let Luo Yihui talk nonsense.

Luo Yihui blinked, made a "hmm" sound in his mouth, and nodded again and again.

Only then did Ji Jinmao let go of his hand and warned: "Be careful when you speak." ”

Luo Yihui once again erected a psychological barrier, and no trace of his heart was revealed. But Zhao Xiangwan already understood that he was not a good thing, where did he dare to let him speak?

Zhao Xiangwan took two steps back and whispered in Zhu Feipeng's ear: "Detain him!" ”

"What?" Zhu Feipeng didn't react for a while, and asked rhetorically. Luo Yihui has been calming Ji Zhao's emotions and trying to lure him back on his own, why did Zhao Xiangwan detain him?

"He has a problem."

Zhao Xiangwan's voice was short and slight, but with undoubted power, Zhu Feipeng acted quickly.

Like a tiger descending the mountain, the figure of Zhu Feipeng, who has first-class physical fitness, flashed, and grabbed Luo Yihui's arm in front of everyone's eyes, pushed and twisted, and cut his hands back.

With the elbow of his right hand, Luo Yihui's whole face was pressed against the wall of the corridor.

Luo Yihui had just been covered by Ji Jinmao's mouth, and before he could catch his breath, he was controlled by Zhu Feipeng, not caring about the pain in his cheeks and arms, and shouted: "You, what are you doing!" ”

Lu Manning didn't know why, and hurriedly pulled his son: "Xiaopeng, what are you doing?" He's the nephew of the president's wife, and he's saving people! ”

Zhao Xiangwan glanced around, the crowd was crowded in the corridor, the special police and fire had not yet arrived, Xu Songling was worried that Ji Zhao would not be able to hold it after a long time, so he took the safety rope and put it on his body, ready to climb out and forcibly bring Ji Zhao back.

If Ji Zhao is emotionally unstable, Xu Songling's plan may not be effective.

Zhao Xiangwan took a deep breath and explained to Ji Jinmao: "Luo Yihui's words have stimulated Ji Zhao, and he can't be allowed to speak again. ”

"Okay." Ji Jinmao was skeptical, but it was a matter of his son's life and death, so he chose to believe the police. He waved the bodyguards back down and motioned for them to take Luo Yihui away from the scene.

Luo Yihui struggled and shouted, "Uncle, Ji Zhao needs me, Ji Zhao needs me!" Let me help him—"

Zhao Xiangwan glanced at him coldly: "Shut up!" ”

Luo Yihui was shocked, and he was a little weak.

Without Luo Yihui's voice, the crowd of onlookers standing in the corridor quieted down, and Xu Songling, who was wearing a safety rope, slowly approached the window.

Ji Zhao's body suddenly moved half an inch outward.

"Squeak-" The steel frame finally couldn't stand the force anymore and began to shake.

A wire came loose, and the light sign of the "Four Seasons Hotel" dimmed, making a "crackling" sound.

Ji Jinmao's face turned pale, stretched out his hand to stop Xu Songling, who was about to jump up, and begged: "No, no, Ji Zhao doesn't like people to get close." ”

[Don't put him in danger, don't provoke him anymore.] Ji Zhao is different from ordinary people, he has his own world. It's me who is incompetent, I can't protect him, I deserve to die! I don't even know why Ji Zhao didn't stay in the studio and why he climbed on the billboard alone! I don't deserve to be his dad. 】

Ji Jinmao's love for his son is fiery and selfless.

Even if he is not a normal person, even if he does not respond to his love, Ji Jinmao still never gives up and regards it as life.