Ou Shaowen didn't have the heart to pay attention to what his fans were doing. After he posted a few photos to show that he was doing well, he opened the chat history with Ou Renjin and scrolled through it bit by bit.
Their chat history was actually not that long. Ou Shaowen was not someone who liked to send messages to harass him all the time, and Ou Renjin did not reply to WeChat messages very often. Most of the time, if he saw a message from Ou Shaowen, he would just call back.
So he reached the top not long after turning over, and Ou Shaowen paused there, slowly wrapped up by the increasingly strong longing.
He should... turn on an automatic recording function for his calls.
This way, at least he would have countless call recordings to listen to now.
He clicked on the settings page, set up this function, and then put down the phone dejectedly.
Without Ou Renjin in the villa, it seemed to become empty in an instant. In the beginning, Ou Renjin rarely came back to live there. At that time, he felt relaxed and satisfied, and was very happy every day.
I should start working again as soon as possible.
He called his agent back and said he could start working right away.
"But can the announcement be scheduled as soon as possible? I'm afraid there will be changes on my side by then." Ou Shaowen was still thinking that in case Ou Renjin calmed down and replied to him quickly, he would have to reserve time for him so that he could be with him all day.
“Ou Shaowen, you’ve just taken a two-month leave, and you took a long break before that.” The agent’s tone was not very happy.
The original definition of an entertainment contract is a temporary short contract of one and a half years. A delay of three months means one-sixth of the time has been wasted.
In this regard, they have been kind and generous enough.
"Okay, I understand." Ou Shaowen said in a flat tone, and he did not intend to continue fighting for it.
Instead, the agent felt a little embarrassed, so he took a step back and said, "It's scheduled for a long-term trip a week later. Let me take a look at it for you before you decide."
"Well, please send a car to pick me up tomorrow morning."
"You can still rest at home tomorrow, and your work schedule won't be so urgent."
Ou Shaowen lowered his eyes and said, "I want to stay in the company first. If there is no work, I can practice dancing in the practice room."
The next day, the first thing Ou Shaowen did when he opened his eyes was to drowsily open his mobile phone to see if there were any missed calls or WeChat messages.
No.
He lost his sleepiness instantly and stared at the screen of his mobile phone. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so wronged that he wanted to cry.
He lay on the bed for a while, emptying his mind, then got up and started washing up as if nothing had happened.
It was as if I had returned to the days before the operation, with announcements, practice, participating in variety shows, and occasionally performing on stage with my teammates. The only difference was that there would no longer be a daily phone call. It was as if Ou Renjin had disappeared from this world. There was no way to find him anywhere, including Weibo, WeChat, or phone calls.
Ou Shaowen initially sent two WeChat messages a day, but gradually he stopped.
forget it.
Isn't this what he had envisioned from the beginning? After the heart transplant, he had completed his mission. He didn't have to go back to the laboratory, and he could still feel the real world every day. He was already very happy.
He comforted himself in this way, but he became more numb and desperate day by day.
When his teammates saw him again, they hesitated for a long time and asked him cautiously, "Did anything happen between you and Ou Renjin?"
Some online entertainment marketing accounts have begun to speculate about their relationship, and they are fully prepared and well-founded. They posted photos of Ou Shaowen returning alone from the hospital, screenshots of Ou Renjin's homepage where he hadn't posted any new Weibo posts for several months, and photos and videos of them discovering that Ou Renjin had already moved out of the villa and that Ou Shaowen was alone all day.
The conclusion is that Ou Renjin and Ou Shaowen may have had a change in their relationship and have broken up long ago.
“Yeah.” Ou Shaowen nodded, “He hasn’t contacted me for a long time.”
The teammates looked at each other, not knowing how to comfort each other for a moment.
He had just finished speaking when his cell phone dinged. He subconsciously looked and saw a red number 1 behind Ou Renjin's name. He was stunned and even wondered if he was seeing things.
It had been almost a month before he received a reply from Ou Renjin for the first time.
He clicked on the chat conversation.
It was indeed news from Ou Renjin.
"The answer is not comprehensive. Keep answering. It's not okay to give up so soon."
Ou Shaowen curled his lips and his eyes turned red instantly.
He raised his head and said to his teammates aggrievedly, "He contacted me again just now."
Zhang Houyue put her arm around his shoulders and tried to take a quick look at his phone screen. "I'm so scared of him going up and down like that. What did he say to you?"
Ou Shaowen quickly pressed the phone to his chest and said, "You can't look at this."
"Ouch." "That's boring." "Forget it, they are young! The couple must have had an argument, let's not disturb them here." "Go away, go away, you are worrying for nothing."
Everyone dispersed, leaving him enough space.
Ou Shaowen was actually very grateful to them in his heart. Although they didn't have many opportunities to get together these days, his phone was always busy. There were jokes in the group every day, and the chat history could be read every half a day. They would ask him to have dinner with them. Although he was not in the mood and could only agree once out of three times, these people made him feel a sense of belonging to a group, and he was not floating away in this world.
He shifted his gaze back to the phone, stared at the line of words for a long time, and tried to call Ou Renjin.
Ou Shaowen silently recited the numbers in his mind following the familiar busy tone. Normally, the call would automatically hang up after about seventy seconds.
He counted slowly, and when he reached the twenty-third second, the phone was picked up, and a voice came through that he had begun to find unfamiliar.
"Hello." The background noise from Ou Renjin's end was a bit noisy, and Ou Shaowen couldn't help but start to wonder where he had been during this period of time.
"... I can't think of what else is incomplete in this answer." His voice was trembling, and he tried hard to suppress it and appear calmer.
His tone was brisk, and he didn't sound like he was still angry.
“I…” Ou Shaowen pursed his lips, “You always don’t reply to me, I will think that you will be angry when you see the messages I send.”
It seems that it is difficult to describe in a few words the tossing and turning, confusion and doubts I have experienced these days.
"I'm just waiting for the correct answer, but it seems that I never get it." There were noisy voices and the faint sound of countless small wheels rolling on Ou Renjin's other end. Ou Shaowen tried hard to distinguish them and confirmed his judgment.
He should be at the airport now. Did he just come back or is he about to leave
"I will never hurt myself again." He felt that this should be the correct answer that Ou Renjin wanted, but he was a little uncertain, "But didn't I say this before? I won't break my promise again."
Ou Renjin changed the subject and asked, "Do you know where I am now?"
"Where?"
"At the airport," Ou Renjin rubbed his forehead tiredly, "I just came back from a research institute in the United States. You know that research institute. The surgeon who performed your surgery and all the equipment that kept you alive for two months were all from that research institute."
When Ou Shaowen heard the word "surgery", he started to panic. He was very afraid that Ou Renjin would start blaming him for deception and self-assertion in the next second.
He didn't know why Ou Renjin suddenly mentioned this, "Well, so?"
"We'll talk about the details later. I'm answering your call because I have something else to tell you." Ou Renjin recalled the 18th-tier artist who got off the plane with him just now, his deliberate action of bumping into him, and the person not far away holding a camera facing them. "Whether I don't reply to your WeChat or your call, or I'm angry with you or don't want to see you, it doesn't mean that I don't like you anymore. I still love you, no one else. No matter what, you have to remember this, okay?"
He hoped to change his mind, wanted him to understand that no one in the world was worth his life, that he was very angry and disappointed in him, and wanted him to feel the loss and fear he had felt in those two months.
He has his dark side, but that doesn't mean he wants him to doubt the fact that he is loved, and he doesn't want him to retract the hand he has finally extended. They have some conflicts that need to be resolved, but he can't have any misunderstandings about their relationship.
This is why he finally replied to his WeChat and answered his call.
If he hadn't suspected that he might be the victim of a scam, he would have extended the deadline a little longer.
I feel both fortunate and aggrieved.
"I thought… "
"Okay, don't say the second half of the sentence. I'll be unhappy again if you say it." Ou Renjin interrupted him, knowing what he was going to say the second half of the sentence.
I thought you didn't like me anymore, I thought you wanted to break up with me, I thought you didn't want me anymore.
He didn't know how to deal with someone like Ou Shaowen naturally, he was also trying to figure out how to get along with him. There were times when it was like teaching a child who couldn't be taught no matter how hard he tried, which was a headache, but...
"Keep sending me answers. I won't be returning to the villa until I see the correct answer. Got it?"
“Ah?” Ou Shaowen’s tone dropped to the bottom again, “Are there no correct answers to the previous ones?”
He clearly felt that he had said everything he should and shouldn't have said.
Ou Shaowen softened his voice slightly, a little like he was acting coquettishly, “Can’t you give me a hint?”
"If you really can't think of an answer, you can censor our story, cut off the beginning and the end and ask your acquaintances and friends around you, and learn what a normal view of love is like. When you're done, give me your homework."
However, he should be made to know that this is a completely different world now, and the thoughts he has should not be taken for granted or taken for granted.
"Okay, I get it." Ou Shaowen was a little disappointed.
“Wait a minute…” Ou Shaowen suddenly became anxious, “Will you call me again? That is… before I give you the correct answer, can we still call each other?”
Ou Renjin was silent for a while. This was the reason why he hardly looked at his phone in the past month. It seemed that once he heard his voice, once he remembered his existence, he would start to soften his heart.
"You can try calling me again. If there is no official business or other unexpected circumstances, I will probably answer the call."
“Okay, then you hang up.” Ou Shaowen’s tone rose, as if he instantly had expectation and strength.
So Ou Renjin hung up the phone.
"Let's go to the house near my company. There are a lot of things that have not been done here," he told Xiao Liu in front of him, "and please check if there are any media outlets online that have published intimate photos of me and a little celebrity at the airport. He bumped into my chest. If you pick the right angle, it might look like we were hugging. If so, tell me right away."
"Okay, Mr. Ou." Xiao Liu smiled and looked very happy.
"Also, the company..."
What he was about to say was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the cell phone. Ou Renjin looked down and saw Ou Shaowen's name flashing on the screen again.
He smiled helplessly and picked up the phone. "Our last call seemed to have just ended less than half a minute ago?"
There are many times when it is as frustrating as teaching a child who cannot understand no matter how hard you try, but…
"Keep sending me answers. I won't be returning to the villa until I see the correct answer. Got it?"
“Ah?” Ou Shaowen’s tone dropped to the bottom again, “Are there no correct answers to the previous ones?”
He clearly felt that he had said everything he should and shouldn't have said.
“There’s nothing I want to see.”
Ou Shaowen softened his voice slightly, a little like he was acting coquettishly, “Can’t you give me a hint?”
"If you really can't think of an answer, you can censor our story, cut off the beginning and the end and ask your acquaintances and friends around you, and learn what a normal view of love is like. When you're done, give me your homework."
However, he should be made to know that this is a completely different world now, and the thoughts he has should not be taken for granted or taken for granted.
"Okay, I get it." Ou Shaowen was a little disappointed.
Ou Renjin had already gotten into the car that Xiao Liu had brought to pick him up, and leaned back in his chair tiredly. "That's it, I'll hang up first."
“Wait a minute…” Ou Shaowen suddenly became anxious, “Will you call me again? That is… before I give you the correct answer, can we still call each other?”
Ou Renjin was silent for a while. This was the reason why he hardly looked at his phone in the past month. It seemed that once he heard his voice, once he remembered his existence, he would start to soften his heart.
"You can try calling me again. If there is no official business or other unexpected circumstances, I will probably answer the call."
“Okay, then you hang up.” Ou Shaowen’s tone rose, as if he instantly had expectation and strength.
So Ou Renjin hung up the phone.
"Let's go to the house near my company. There are a lot of things that have not been done here," he told Xiao Liu in front of him, "and please check if there are any media outlets online that have published intimate photos of me and a little celebrity at the airport. He bumped into my chest. If you pick the right angle, it might look like we were hugging. If so, tell me right away."
"Okay, Mr. Ou." Xiao Liu smiled and looked very happy.
"Also, the company..."
What he was about to say was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the cell phone. Ou Renjin looked down and saw Ou Shaowen's name flashing on the screen again.
He smiled helplessly and picked up the phone. "Our last call seemed to have just ended less than half a minute ago?"