Ji Qingshi: "When you and your husband argue, who gives in?"
Secretary: "My husband." Actually, she and her husband haven't argued yet. Maybe they will in the future, but not for now.
She and her husband were high school classmates. They unexpectedly met through a blind date, and on May 20th this year, her husband confessed his love to her. Later, they dated, he proposed, met her parents, and got married in October.
Her role in life has changed, but President Ji has only posted his second Weibo update.
Ji Qingshi remained silent for a moment, then gestured for his secretary to leave and get back to work.
He opened his phone, hesitated for a moment, and then sent Ye Qiu a message: "[Jiajia's health has been good lately. Her stomach and headaches are gone. Her condition hasn't worsened, and she's almost able to hear again.]"
Ye Qiu: [Thank you, Mr. Ji. You won't need to bother me anymore. Mo Yushen updates me on Jiajia's situation every now and then.]
After reading it, Ji Qingshi withdrew the message.
Ye Qiu: "..."
Ji Qingshi edited the following: [My stomach pain has subsided recently. I've also quit smoking.]
Ye Qiu did not reply.
Ji Qingshi tossed his phone onto the table and stood by the window.
In early autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light.
That blue seeps into your heart.
Next month, it will be the annual equestrian tour again. After confirming the participants, Wu Yang handed the materials to his assistant and sent them to the organizer.
The weather was nice, and Wu Yang rode around the horse farm a few times.
The foxtail grass has withered again.
This year, I gained a lot, and I also lost a lot.
At this time last year, he and Yu An had not yet broken up.
This year, he waited here, hoping to reunite with Xi Jia after a long separation, and hoping that she could participate in the equestrian competition.
However, the phone remained completely silent.
Xi Jia still doesn't remember him.
Wu Yang handed the horse over to Xi Jia's horse trainer and patted the horse's head.
After leaving the training ground, Wu Yang sent a message to Mo Yushen: "Mr. Mo, I'm going down to report to you." He was using the excuse that he wanted to see Xi Jia.
Mo Yushen: [Come before 2 PM.]
"Honey, come and smell it, the osmanthus flowers are blooming over here." Xi Jia was taking a walk downstairs at the hospital, and there were several osmanthus trees in the garden bushes.
Yellowish-brown, in clusters.
Mo Yushen: [Close your eyes, smell the flowers, and I'll massage your ears.]
Xi Jia nodded and took a few steps forward to approach the osmanthus tree.
My ears have been about to explode for the past few months. I still can't hear.
Mo Yushen: [If you get tired of standing, lean on me.]
Xi Jia took a half step back, her back pressed against his chest.
"Mr. Mo."
Mo Yushen turned around; it was towards Luo. She was fully armed, wearing glasses, a hat, and a mask.
"You've come to see Professor Xiang?"
Xiang Luo nodded. "I also need your help. Would it be convenient to chat for a bit in the ward?" She was worried that if netizens recognized her here, the media would be in no time to speculate.
Mo Yushen patted Xi Jia on the shoulder. "I have a client coming over."
Xi Jia turned around and saw Xiang Luo and her assistant not far away. She whispered to Mo Yushen, "It's not cold, why are you dressed like that?"
Mo Yushen: [She's an actress. She needs me to edit some photos. I went back to her ward with her to talk.]
Xi Jia: "Then you go ahead and get busy. I'll take a walk downstairs some more."
Mo Yushen, [Don't go far.] Give her the phone.
Xiang Luo had already found out which hospital building Xi Jia was staying in, so she and her assistant went there first and waited for Mo Yushen at the elevator.
Mo Yushen arrived a few minutes later. He swiped his card, and the elevator doors slowly opened.
"What's up?"
Xiang Luo: "It's related to Jiang Qin."
Mo Yu nodded deeply.
Upon arriving at the ward, Mo Yushen made coffee for Xiang Luo and her assistant. The assistant was flattered and said, "Thank you."
Mo Yushen sat down opposite Xiang Luo. "What's going on?"
Xiang Luo: "Jiang Qin was the first close friend I made after entering the entertainment industry. Outsiders may see us as just superficial friends, but that's not true. It's like a person's first love, hard to let go of."
Mo Yushen doesn't understand women's thoughts and thought processes.
Xiang Luo: "In the past, no matter what unpleasant things happened, I wanted to turn the page, but I didn't want to have any regrets. Jiang Qin is no longer on the same stage as me, and the organizers have deliberately arranged for us to be on different stages. I can't find a suitable opportunity to open up to her about our past grievances. I can only ask you for help to ask the senior management of Xinglan to arrange an event for me and Jiang Qin to attend together sometime."
Mo Yushen is considering it.
Xiang Luo: "Actually, I'm quite envious of you. Jiang Qin was willing to disregard her pride to help you."
Mo Yu remained silent.
Xiang Luo finished her coffee, said goodbye, and left.
Mo Yushen went downstairs to find Xi Jia.
Xi Jia wandered around the hospital for a while, and as she passed the outpatient building, a familiar face came into view. She stared at the person.
Yu Anxian spotted Xi Jia. "Director Zhou, it's Sister Xi Jia. She's looking at us." His excitement was palpable.
Zhou Mingqian stopped, and he and Xi Jia locked eyes. For a moment, he forgot about his stomachache.
Xi Jia stepped forward and said, "Hello, are you Director Zhou Mingqian?"
Zhou Mingqian was surprised, his voice trembling slightly, "You remember who I am?"
He said so many words, but Xi Jia couldn't read his lips. "Excuse me, I can't hear you. You're Director Zhou, right?" She shouldn't have mistaken him for someone else.
She had admired a director for many years.
Zhou Mingqian nodded, quickly took out his phone, and said, "[It's me. You remembered me?]"
Before he could even show it to Xi Jia, she asked Yu An, "Could you please take a picture for me? I'm a fan of Director Zhou."
Since I didn't have any paper or pen, I couldn't get an autograph, so I just took a photo as a souvenir.
Yu An nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."
If Xi Jia can recognize Zhou Mingqian's face now, she's not far from recognizing him as Yu An. She took Xi Jia's phone. "Shall we find another spot to film? There are too many people coming and going here; the results won't be good."
Xi Jia smiled and said, "Thank you." Then she worriedly asked, "Won't this interfere with your work?"
Yu An: [It won't delay us at all, not even a little bit. We have plenty of time.]
Xi Jia and Yu An chatted as they walked along the garden path. No one cared whether Zhou Mingqian had arrived or not.
Zhou Mingqian glanced at his phone screen and deleted the line of text. It turned out her memory was still stuck years ago.
"Boss!" Yu An turned around and called out to him.
Zhou Mingqian stepped over.
Just now, in front of the osmanthus tree, Yu An, like a professional photographer, arranged for them to stand in place. She held Xi Jia's phone, looked at the lens, and said, "Director Zhou, smile."
At this moment, Zhou Mingqian wanted to kill Yu An.
Yu An took several photos, then took out his own phone and took two more.
She went to find Xi Jia and explained the two photos she had taken: "The lighting needs adjusting. I thought it was your phone's fault; mine turned out the same."
The sun was shining brightly today, and the light was strong, but Xi Jia was already very satisfied with the result. She thanked Yu An and then said to Zhou Mingqian, "Thank you, Director Zhou, for taking up your time."
Zhou Mingqian shook his head.
My stomach doesn't seem to hurt as much as it did before.
Zhou Mingqian and Yu An left and went to the parking lot. Yu An kept looking at the two photos but showed no intention of forwarding them to Zhou Mingqian. Zhou Mingqian didn't feel comfortable asking for them either.
He rubbed his stomach, which began to ache slightly again.
Xi Jia was looking down at her phone and didn't notice Mo Yushen walking over until she was hugged. Xi Jia looked up and said, "Honey, I just met my idol."
Mo Yushen frowned slightly: "Who?"
Xi Jia handed him her phone. "Zhou Mingqian, you know this director, right? He's very famous. I even took a picture with him. Could you help me edit the photo later?"
Mo Yushen responded indifferently. However, this displeasure was overshadowed by surprise; she was even able to recall people she used to know.
Back in the ward, Mo Yushen sent a message to Professor Xiang, reporting on Xi Jia's condition.
Xi Jia didn't forget about editing the photos, urging Mo Yushen: "Honey, hurry up and edit my photos, I need to update my Weibo. If I don't update it soon, it'll be overgrown with weeds."
Mo Yushen instantly lost his motivation to edit the photos.
"Husband." Xi Jia hugged him and nuzzled his cheek.
Mo Yushen turned on his computer, and after more than half a year, he had become a master of photo editing.
Xi Jia went to make coffee for Mo Yushen. She had been in good condition for the past two months; apart from discomfort in her ears, she had no other adverse reactions.
Free from illness and pain, feeling light and carefree.
The aroma of coffee wafted from the small kitchen, and Mo Yushen quickly finished editing the photos.
Xi Jia brought over coffee, "Honey, your little cutie is online."
"Honey, your little cutie is online."
Xi Jia was startled by herself. She repeated it to herself. Could she hear it?
"Honey, I love you."
She really heard it.