Chapter 97

After expressing her depressed emotions through crying, Ji Yue's mood became much more stable.

Following Qi Zhao's instructions, he apologized to the coach and began to cooperate with the doctor's diagnosis and treatment.

Qi Zhao stayed with him in the hospital for a while and observed his emotional changes. Although Ji Yue was still nervous, she no longer had the anxiety of worrying about gains and losses.

When Qi Zhao said that he should go home, Ji Yue was no longer stubborn in trying to persuade him to stay.

Qi Zhao, who hadn't eaten anything seriously all day, felt a little sore in his stomach when he drove the car onto the road.

Qi Zhao, who had no energy to buy or cook anymore, searched for restaurants and shops with lights nearby.

The names of the streets near the hospital looked familiar. Qi Zhao turned on the navigation system and discovered that his favorite home-brew restaurant was nearby.

The first meal I ate when I came into this world was there.

After Qi Zhao thought for a moment, he turned the car around and drove to his destination.

The owner of the home-brew shop knew Qi Zhao from the previous big order, and there were not many people in the shop at this time, so he arranged a private box for Qi Zhao.

Coincidentally, this room was right next to the box where she held her promotion party.

Qi Zhao came by car today, so he didn't order wine and only ordered a few dishes.

After filling my stomach, it was already dark outside.

The neon lights reflected their splendor on the corridor through the glass. Qi Zhao, who was about to leave, saw the familiar sobering area at the end of the corridor and stopped to look at it for a while.

The expressionless Qi Zhao didn't know what he was thinking, but after coming back to his senses, he decided to go back and take a look.

The closer the distance, the clearer the noise of vehicles and people coming from the window.

With no wall blocking his sight, Qi Zhao saw a man in a suit sitting on that seat.

The man is holding a bottle of milk in his hand and is tall. He leaned his head against the wall and looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

"Sorry, I don't know here..." Qi Zhao saw the man turn his head before he could finish his words.

It's Qin Zhuo.

His eyes didn't look very sober, and he smelled strongly of alcohol.

Qin Zhuo was dressed very formally today, with a well-fitting suit and shiny leather shoes that looked like a different person from the Qin Zhuo Qi Zhao knew.

Before Qi Zhao could react, Qin Zhuo spoke first: "The matter in the film and television department will be settled in the next two days."

What he said was not a question, but an affirmation.

Qi Zhao nodded, and then asked him: "Aren't you supposed to be filming a movie outside? Why are you here?"

After hearing this, Qin Zhuo withdrew his eyes and looked at the street scene outside the window again.

Like the light of a street lamp hanging in the air, Qin Zhuo's voice sounded a little ethereal: "It's finished."

"Is the movie finished?" Qi Zhao was a little confused when he heard this, "I remember there is still time before you plan to finish filming. One month."

Qin Zhuo took a sip of the milk in his hand and stared at the dried water stains on the glass.

After a while, Qi Zhao heard him say: "It's not the movie, I finished it."

Before Qi Zhao could ask him why, Qin Zhuo explained: "After I finished shooting a few important scenes, I "Leave that movie to the assistant director."

Qi Zhao really couldn't imagine that someone who loved movies so much would leave a mature work to someone else, so he asked him, "What happened?"

Qin Zhuo turned his face away, leaned against the wall and shook his head.

He curved the corners of his mouth like Qi Zhao was familiar with, and the joy in his eyes was replaced by relief at this moment: "It's nothing."

"I just decided to take over Qiyin and start working on Sanhe Bay when I come back."

Qin Zhuo His tone was relaxed, but Qi Zhao frowned.

Qin Zhuo, Film and Television Department, Sanhewan.

After stringing these words together, Qi Zhao understood the connection almost instantly.

"Did you give up filming the movie because of the film and television department?"

After Qi Zhao asked his doubts, Qin Zhuo's silence was the best answer.

The mark between Qi Zhao's brows became clearer. She asked Qin Zhuo very puzzledly: "Why? Don't you like movies very much?"

Qin Zhuo was quiet for a while before answering with another question: "Don't you also like the film and television department? "

In Qin Zhuo's values, Qi Zhao's likes are more important than his own.

Qi Zhao, who has always been self-interested, cannot understand the thoughts of every male protagonist in this game.

Even to the point of being unreasonable.

Ji Yue broke her leg because of her, and Qin Zhuo bowed his head to his parents who had been fighting for more than ten years because of her.

It was as if she was so important that no one could live without her.

Qi Zhao couldn't feel happy or moved by this kind of "attention", but only felt burdened.

Some friends who understand Qi Zhao's thoughts say that she is rational enough, while others say that she is really ruthless.

But the only thing they can agree on is that Qi Zhao is the kind of being who cannot be coerced by social relationships between people.

Whether it is a stranger you have only met once or a parent or relative who is related by blood.

Qi Zhao was chic and free enough, so she didn't understand why Qin Zhuo had to force himself to be the beauty of others.

The air between the two was silent, but the movement around them did not stop.

The condensed water droplets on the outer packaging of the ice milk in Qin Zhuo's hand flowed past his fingers to the ground under the action of gravity. The open window in front of Qi Zhao threw in a ball of night wind mixed with various smells.

Qi Zhao looked at Qin Zhuo for a long time, and his voice became much deeper when he spoke again.

She repeated her original question: "Why?"

Why did she have to make so many sacrifices for her? They should have been strangers after the breakup.

"Because I still like you."

Qin Zhuo stared into Qi Zhao's eyes, and the drunkenness in his eyes disappeared at this moment.

"Because I want to make the person I like happy, even if she doesn't like me anymore."

The scene I saw on the balcony at the dinner party suddenly flashed back in my mind.

Qin Zhuo remembered that Gu Ci was also drunk that night, and Qi Zhao was also by his side.

Qin Zhuo didn't know what he thought of, so he looked away from Qi Zhao and turned to the bustling streets again.

"But don't worry, I have no intention of pestering you again." His voice was still clear, but Qi Zhao felt a hint of loneliness inexplicably, "I will leave here after handling this matter, and the subsequent production and distribution of the film will be Find someone to help."

"I will no longer cooperate with the film and television department, and there will no longer be any communication between us through cooperation."

Qin Zhuo calmly expressed his declaration as if he was breaking up, but did not dare to look at Qi. Show a glance.

Maybe it's because of Qin Zhuo's unintentional entanglement and pull, maybe it's because tonight's night wind is so bleak that it makes everything in the world look pitiful.

Qi Zhao opened his lips and said, "Qin Zhuo, apart from being partners, we can still be friends."

Qin Zhuo turned to look into Qi Zhao's eyes, and there was a stubbornness and determination that came from nowhere in his tone: "No."

Qi Zhao, who didn't expect Qin Zhuo to refuse so simply, was stunned for a moment. He was still thinking when he suddenly heard Qin Zhuo say something else.

"I'm not willing to just be friends with the person I like."

Qin Zhuo's view on relationships is completely opposite to Ji Yue's.

In his mind, black is black and white.

Nothing in the world is gray in an in-between state.

If you like someone, you should tell them directly. If you are still rejected after trying hard, you should simply leave.

Qin Zhuo can't silently guard the person he likes as a friend.

His feelings have always been straightforward, passionate and unhidden.

Qin Zhuo couldn't hide his love in front of Qi Zhao, nor could he ignore Qi Zhao's loving eyes when he looked at others.

In his mind, he recalled the man who made him upset, and the look in Qi Zhao's eyes that was a bit strange to him when he looked at him.

Qi Zhao was still silent because of Qin Zhuo's words just now. Qin Zhuo, who didn't know what he was thinking, tightened his lips at this time.

He stared at Qi Zhao for a long time before asking: "Qi Zhao, have you ever liked me?"

Qin Zhuo's words seemed to have removed all disguises, and his tone was so cautious that it seemed that he was on the verge of breaking.

Qi Zhao was brought back to his senses by Qin Zhuo's words.

She looked at Qin Zhuo and remained quiet.

The expression on Qin Zhuo's face obviously didn't change, but his eyes seemed to be ready to shed tears at any time.

The lights on the street flickered, and the gorgeous changes reflected on the two people through the glass, but they seemed to be absorbed by the color.

The world seems to be only black and white, making people feel no warmth and vitality.

The scene in his sight began to blur. Qin Zhuo felt that his eardrums were swollen and he could not hear any sounds clearly.

The surroundings became blurry, and Qin Zhuo's eyes could only focus on the person in front of him.

Every second Qi Zhao was silent, the air around him became thinner.

When Qin Zhuo's mind went blank and he was about to suffocate, he saw Qi Zhao nodding: "I like it."

At this time, Qi Zhao had no reason to lie, and every word he said was his true inner thoughts.

She recalled every moment of getting along with Qin Zhuo, and added frankly: "On the night you confessed to me, when I saw you looking at me under the fireworks."

Qin heard this answer. Zhuo didn't ask Qi Zhao again, or what the purpose of their ambiguous interactions before their confession was if she hadn't had feelings for her before.

He seemed to have forgotten or deliberately ignored it.

Qin Zhuo laughed with relief. His voice was very soft, as if he only wanted to say it to himself: "That's enough."

As long as she had feelings for him, that was enough.