When he opened the door, Xiao Tian looked at me in shock: "Jiaolong, what's wrong with you?"
I didn't answer, I just raised my feet and hurriedly walked towards the elevator. Because my feet were not recovering well, I was still a little limp as I went fast, but I didn't want to waste a moment, so I breathed a sigh of relief and didn't want to say anything more to others.
What, I just want to go back quickly and get out of here quickly.
As soon as Xiao Tian saw me leaving without even saying hello, Xiao Tian stood there inexplicably: "What, what's going on?"
Zong Bao trotted after me, held my arm, and walked into the elevator: "Slow down, no one is chasing you."
Several people in the elevator looked at me sideways and whispered about me. I knew my eyes must be swollen now, and I didn't know what was wrong. Before entering Zhuo Jing's office, I was quite calm about such comments, but now...
The evil fire immediately jumped up. I couldn't hold it back and stared directly at them: "Whatever you want to say, just say it openly. I'm right here. If you want to ask anything, just ask it openly! What's wrong with people?
Like! Isn’t it interesting to be secretly silent!!”
The elevator became quiet instantly. Those people no longer looked at me. They all looked at the numbers of the elevator descending. Zong Bao touched me gently from behind and whispered: "What are you doing?"
.”
I didn't know what I was doing. When the elevator arrived, I stepped out and responded directly: "I'm sick."
"Jiaolong." Zong Bao ran up and grabbed my arm: "What on earth did you two say inside!!"
I shook off his hand and ran straight to my car after walking out of the office building. Zong Bao followed me closely with a depressed look on his face. He didn't sigh until I closed the car door with a bang and he sat on the passenger side and looked at me.
He took a breath and said, "What happened? Can you tell me what happened to you?"
I started the car directly and looked at Zong Bao expressionlessly: "I'm fine."
Zong Bao frowned: "You look like nothing is wrong? Don't drive yet. If you have anything to say, speak clearly... Hey! Slow down!!"
As soon as I stepped on the accelerator, I jumped out directly, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, I kept repeating these three words in my heart, forgetting who said it, and kept repeating certain words, thinking
A habitual consciousness will be formed, that is to say, it will really be okay.
"Slow down, slow down..." A hint of nervousness appeared on Zong Bao's face, and for the first time he kept talking in my ear: "Slow down, don't be in a hurry, it's almost the evening rush hour, and ahead of you is
There are many people in the commercial street, so drive slowly, there is really no rush."
Maybe it would have been like this if I had never seen him, but when Zhuo Jing suddenly appeared like this, I felt a very depressed feeling, as if I was in a hurry. I could pretend to be calm and it didn't matter, but as soon as I left there, I felt
I don’t know how to vent the anger that I’m holding in my chest. I’m so depressed that I’m going crazy.
"Stop, the light is red ahead! The light is red!!"
Zong Bao shouted from the side, and I stepped on the brakes fiercely. Zong Bao rushed forward, tightly grabbed the roof handle, and looked at me: "I'm not kidding you, if you do this again
, I will vomit as soon as I get off the car, where is the driver, Xiaoba, ah, Jiaolong, what the hell is wrong with you!"
Seeing that I was still ignoring him, Zong Bao lowered the window helplessly and rushed out the window: "You're really crazy. Even if you were stimulated, you can't make a joke with your own life. There is an innocent person in the car."
Where is life!”
I waited silently for the green light, my face frozen and not wanting to respond.
The commercial street was a bit noisy, and I don’t know which business had just opened. Some people from an art troupe were invited to perform performances to attract customers. A man in his thirties stood on the stage, raising his voice and expressing affectionately.
Singing: "The person I love most in my life, I still look like you when I wake up in my dream. Can you love me again and let me learn to be your lover~~ The person I love most in my life~~ Please
Don’t refuse the hot feeling in your heart~~”
Didi! Didi!!!
"Jiaolong, the light is green. The car behind you is in a hurry. You should drive, Jiaolong, you..." Zong Bao turned to look at me, with a slight panic in his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"
I wiped the tears on my face, stepped on the clutch and put the gas in gear. The man's singing still reached my ears from afar, and he kept repeating the phrase, 'The person I love most in my life, I woke up.
I still look like you in my dream~'
To be honest, his singing was mediocre. If it had been before, I might have joked with Zong Bao that this store was really just trying to save money by inviting me to sing better than him. But at that moment, I didn’t know what happened, and I didn’t know what I was offending.
What kind of god is this? Every time my mood is bad enough, I have to listen to some music that suits the occasion. Is it because I don’t feel uncomfortable enough?
When the car drove under the office building, Zong Bao opened the car door and ran out, covering his mouth. The sound of vomiting could be heard immediately.
After he had vomited enough, he took a bottle of mineral water and rinsed his mouth. He stood outside the car door and glanced at me: "Why don't you get out yet? You are really good. This is the first time for me, a person who never gets motion sickness, to give you a cure."
Vomited."
I sat there like a wooden man without moving, my eyes slowly moved, I glanced at Zong Bao, grinned, said "Wow", and suddenly started crying.
Zong Bao was stunned for a moment, and got into the car with a worried look on his face. His head hit the frame above the door, and he rubbed his head with a grin on his face and sat in the passenger seat, "Why are you still crying?"
, I don’t blame you, just throw it up and treat it as losing weight.”
I knew I was crying extremely ugly and without any warning, but after holding it in all this time, especially when I was stimulated by that song, I really couldn't hold it any longer.
"Can you please stop crying like this? I'm scared if you cry like this. What happened? Did Zhuo Jing hurt you in some way? Can I go back to him now? I'll ask him to find out!"
I grabbed Zong Bao's arm, shook my head, and my nose was about to flow into my mouth: "He wanted to reconcile, but he asked me to have an operation. I couldn't do it. I couldn't say a lot of things.
Ah, I just feel aggrieved. I am very angry with myself. Zong Bao, why do you think this is the result? Why..."
Zong Bao looked at me speechlessly, pulled out two tissues and handed them to me: "Can you wipe your nose first? I can't express any sympathy for you like this."
I took the tissue and blew my nose, then opened my mouth and continued to cry, "Leave me alone, let me vent, I'm really suffocated to death -"
Zong Bao looked at me and sighed: "Zhuo Jing wants to make peace with you and then ask you to have an operation? Then tell him that you can no longer be an onmyoji after the operation, at least you have to
Let him give you some time to think..."
"He can't accept that I'm intersex!"
I couldn't keep my eyes open and looked at Zong Bao's vague mouth: "You don't understand, so don't talk anymore. You let me vent by myself. When I finish venting, I will be fine and I will be the same as before."
Yes, nothing is impossible."
"Yes, I don't understand." Zong Bao looked at me and patted his shoulder: "I'll lend it to you."
"Need not!"
I yelled back and leaned directly on the steering wheel. I cried louder and louder as the "Didi" horn sounded when I touched it.
"Hey, what are you trying to do? Fortunately, I'm not in love. It's really too bad."
Zong Bao no longer stopped me, but muttered to himself every few minutes: "It's almost done, okay, the steering wheel is filled with water." (To be continued)