The aunt stared at them with some affection, her eyes sweeping over their faces.

It's really good-looking, but it's a pity that it's a couple, otherwise there will definitely be more people willing to come to this blind date event today.

"Okay."

Jin Zhuoqi wanted to refuse, but after a second thought, he took out his mobile phone, added her WeChat, and was pulled into the group by her.

"Then you're busy, you're busy! I won't bother. ”

When the two of them walked to the door, the aunt looked back at the couple step by step, the little girl didn't like to talk very much, she looked cold, and her boyfriend was handsome and good-tempered.

Nie Zhao came out of the apartment and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Remember?" Do you still have to keep track of your moves? ”

Jin Zhuoqi let out a "high" sound, and said boredly: "I can't remember clearly." ”

Nie Zhao sighed.

I heard Jin Zhuoqi ask again: "What do you guess I filled?" ”

"Isn't it a couple?"

Jin Zhuoqi thought of what he had written, the front column was the relationship with her, and he wrote two words in the back.

He didn't say anything, closed his phone, and dragged her around.

Because Nie Zhao couldn't see it, Jin Zhuoqi didn't dare to let go of his hands along the way, even if he went shopping, he took her by the hand and bought her ice cream, and she didn't want to eat it after two bites.

Even though the weather is hot, the signs of spring are not so obvious, and the recovery is underway.

Nie Zhao propped his hands on the bench, tilted his chin and let the wind blow, and his long hair was blown behind his ears.

Jin Zhuoqi tilted his head to look at her, and he was distracted for a second.

He didn't know when such days would end, he just followed her step by step, wanting to walk for a long, long time.

He even thought that if he could, he would rather the pain had befallen him.

He regretted posting that Weibo again.

After Jin Ruxin's death, Jin Zhuoqi once went to find Nie Zhao, he was standing far away, because of a car accident, he was still inflexible when he walked, wearing a piece of clothing that had been washed to white, the green stubble on his chin was not shaved clean, the whole person was vicissitudes and embarrassed, but he was tall and bent his shoulders and looked at her from afar.

She is dressed very beautifully, the whole person is confident and flamboyant, surrounded by a group of friends, and the best relationship with her is Ge Yuankai next to her, I don't know what she is joking about, she smiled and called him brother, saying that he would treat him for a while.

A group of people drove away from here in a luxury car, and the car ran over the sewage that had just rained, and the speed was so fast that it was all over him.

At that time, Jin Zhuoqi did not shy away, and his dark eyes followed her back closely.

Later, when he met Huo Chengdu, he tried to make himself grow, he wanted to cut off all his imperfections, do everything to the best, and protect himself.

Perhaps it was because that scene was too dazzling, but one night Jin Zhuoqi suddenly dreamed of Nie Zhao's smiling face again, his pants were wet to the bottom, and he was also sweating profusely.

So after bankrupting Wen Bin, he posted that Weibo post on the Internet, deliberately letting out some loopholes so that Ge Yuankai could find the address.

He wasn't really sure if Nie Zhao would come, and when he saw her standing in front of the bus sign with her guitar on her back, Jin Zhuoqi knew that he had won the bet.

He just didn't expect that public opinion was uncontrollable, and Nie Zhao had already caused Jiang Ting to commit suicide because of the original report, and there was a big mental problem.

The doctor said that she had been to the hospital to see a psychiatrist when she was a freshman in high school, and she was already mildly depressed at that time.

Under the superposition, her whole person was completely hollowed out, and only a shell remained.

And Lu Xiang may be the last straw that overwhelmed her.

There was no way for her to recover.

Jin Zhuoqi didn't know what to do.

After sitting for several hours, Nie Zhao's mobile phone rang, and Jin Zhuoqi bought her a mobile phone that was different from ordinary people, and she was very proficient in using it.

Maybe it was because she was eating in her hand, and she didn't click on it.

Jin Zhuoqi clearly saw the word Zhaorui displayed on the screen of his mobile phone.

He had heard from the doctor that during the year and a half she was hospitalized, Zhaorui was taking care of her.

It is not difficult to think that the scar on her wrist is very deep, and the day she wants to die, it was Zhaorui who pulled her back.

Jin Zhuoqi suddenly lost his mood and called out to Nie Zhao: "Are you going back?" ”

Nie Zhao nodded.

Her buttocks hurt when she sat down.

I took a taxi on my way back and arrived home in less than 20 minutes.

Her health seemed to be much worse than before, but after a few hours of going out for a walk, she was so tired that she couldn't go back, and when she came back, she walked into the bedroom and lay down on the bed and wanted to sleep.

Jin Zhuoqi also called her several times, but she did not respond.

When I walked in to look, I found that she was already asleep.

She took off her coat and covered her with the quilt, and then went out of the bedroom and into the study.

He still continued to help Huo Chengde deal with some work problems, and there were some things that only he could do, and the progress could not be carried out for a long time, and when he had free time, he would hold meetings with that side, do projects, and do analysis, as he had done in London before.

This apartment is not too good, even if it is very close to Nie Zhao's previous apartment, it is not as good as the apartment she lived in before, but there is a good one, the sound insulation is very poor.

Therefore, as long as the sound in the room can reach the lowest decibel level that the human ear can hear, and the door is not closed, Jin Zhuoqi can hear it immediately.

So the moment he heard the voice, all his activities ceased.

The man over there was looking at the project and noticed that the other side suddenly lost his voice and looked up at him suspiciously.

“Jin?”

Jin Zhuoqi's English accent is very pure: "Sorry, the meeting has been postponed until tomorrow evening."

[Sorry, the meeting has been postponed to tomorrow night.] ]

After saying that, he closed the computer and stood up, and when he turned around and walked out of the study quickly, his long legs kicked into the chair, and his fragmented steps looked particularly flustered.

He walked quickly to the bedroom and pushed the door open, Nie Zhao was not lying on the bed, Jin Zhuoqi quickly turned around, noticed the puddle of water on the floor, and his fingers vigorously opened the sliding door of the bathroom, and saw Nie Zhao sitting in the bathtub.

Her favorite white dress was thrown on the floor next to her, lying naked/naked in the bathtub, the bath head was open, dripping into the tub that had overflowed, Nie Zhao's whole face was sunk into the water, her eyes were closed, her face was pale, as if she was out of life.

Jin Zhuoqi's heart tightened suddenly, and her fingers vigorously clasped her arm, pulling her whole person out of the bathtub, perhaps because she pinched too hard, leaving red finger prints on her white arm, she seemed to have resumed her breathing, opened her eyes and pupils wide to look ahead, the rate of breathing was rapid, and she was choked by water and coughed all the time, and her whole face was suffocated.

"What are you doing?" Jin Zhuoqi's voice seemed to burst out of his teeth.

Nie Zhao seemed to have fallen into the sea, just like many of her dreams, her body was filled with a lot of water, and her throat was washed dry and painful.

She looked in the direction of Jin Zhuoqi, and the voice that fell in her ears was cold and cold.

"I ...... I wanted to take a shower and fell asleep. ”

She was sweating, the sunscreen she was wearing was a little sticky, not very comfortable, she was a little sleepy after washing, and the whole person slipped in.

No wonder she felt breathless, she thought she was dreaming.

Nie Zhao lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, and used his other hand to break the palm of his hand that was pinching her arm, as if he wanted to hold her white bones through the flesh/body, it was too painful.

"It hurts."

Jin Zhuoqi pursed her lips, her eyes were a little red, and she looked at her wet and pale lips.

He didn't dare to guarantee that if he hadn't paid the slightest attention, Nie Zhao might have died in this bathroom, right under his nose.

The water in the bathtub was slowly emptied, and the bedroom was splashed with a layer of water, until the bathtub was empty, Jin Zhuoqi went to get a clean towel to wrap her whole body, hugged her on the bed, and went to get a hair dryer to let her blow her hair by herself.

He used a broom to quickly remove the water from the ground, so as not to leak and cause damage downstairs.

Nie Zhao kept his head down and didn't dare to look at him, paying attention to Jin Zhuoqi's direction with his ears, and guessing what he was doing, blowing his hair slowly in the lowest wind, until he mopped the floor clean, and Nie Zhao's hair was not dry.

It was very long and dense, and the previous perm was completely reduced, and the black hair that grew out was pure and natural, and she felt troublesome, after all, she couldn't see it, and the long hair would have a lot of irritability points that she couldn't notice.

At that time, sitting at the dresser, I said on a whim: "Why don't I cut it off, I think my short hair looks good." ”

Jin Zhuoqi stood behind her and blew for her, his voice as casual as ever: "It's okay if you're looking good because of short hair, but if it's because of trouble, no." ”

Obviously, how can she, an invisible person, appreciate the appearance of her short hair.

Nie Zhao gave up and went to cut.

He sat on the bed in a daze, and the hair dryer in his hand was naturally taken away by him, and he sat behind her and helped her dry layer by layer, and it took half of the time just now to dry it all thoroughly.

He didn't say a word, put down the hair dryer and walked out, Nie Zhao raised his head and looked at the door, wondering if he was angry.

But did she really fall asleep?

How can a person who is asleep feel anything?

After two minutes, I heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

Nie Zhao raised his head and heard a gentle voice close at hand: "Drink some water to moisten your throat, is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

She took a sip of lukewarm water.

He shook his head and said, "It's just, I was choked with some water, and I don't feel anything." ”

Jin Zhuoqi sat on the edge of the bed and didn't speak for a long time.

He didn't want to, but he couldn't help it.

He looked at her quietly like this, and there was an indescribable obscurity in his tone: "Nie Zhao, can I install cameras in the bedroom and bathroom?" ”

Nie Zhao paused for a second, lowered his head and did not speak.

Then he nodded and said, "Okay." ”

He took her to the hospital again, once a month, but each time there was no hope of returning.

Every time he would bring back a different medicine, Nie Zhao would always take it a few days before he got it back, and then silently pretend to forget and resist.

It's too bitter and useless, how can psychological problems be improved because of drugs.

When she came home from the hospital, Nie Zhao sat on the sofa and didn't move, perhaps because she could feel Jin Zhuoqi's low pressure even if she couldn't see it, and she didn't dare to say anything.

She opened her lips and was about to say something, when there was a violent knock on the door that had just been closed, and the sound of "popping" was the same as the last time Jiang heard her parents come to her and bang on the door.

Come at this time.

Nie Zhaodu frowned.

Jin Zhuoqi was already suppressing the fire, and the violent knock on the door was like a match, directly igniting and exploding his suppressed emotions.

When he opened the door, he saw two strange middle-aged men and women, still trying to restrain their emotions, and asked in a cold voice: "Is there anything wrong?" ”