The nurse just came back with a plate, and the two of them hurriedly made way. When the door was pushed open, Jiahe stood in this position just enough to see the window, and took a peek in a panic. He was still in that position, but his face was much worse. When he saw the nurse come in, he just stretched out an arm and listened to the phone intently.
"What's so important?" Jiahe blurted out the question, only to feel inappropriate.
"I don't know either," A Qing said in a low voice, "but, listening to Mr. Yi and the lawyer's phone call, this company is handing over, maybe after the divorce, it will be given to Tianchu." She said something serious, and the complaints in her eyes were obvious. .
It's okay not to listen, it's even more embarrassing to hear it.
Jiahe reluctantly laughed: "This is privacy, don't say it."
When she got on the phone, she knew that Xiao Ou had been called back temporarily, so she could only call Qiao Qiao again, and there was an adult who didn't care about the villain, saying that she would come downstairs to bask in the sun for a while. Jiahe could only stroll downstairs, watching a few reporters with cameras on their backs smoking cigarettes, vaguely speaking the names of Yi Wenze and Tianchu...
The gate of the hospital was crowded. She was afraid that Qiao Qiao would not be able to see herself, so she stood outside the gate, stepping on the 10-centimeter-high cement edge of the flower bed, with her pockets in her pockets, looking bored at each person or pair, looking at their The expression, compiling back stories one by one, should be a professional practice.
"Jiahe." Qiaoqiao called her in Shanghai dialect and honked the horn.
Jiahe didn't respond for a while, and after looking at her for half a second, he reacted, and hurriedly got into the car.
"It's been a long time since I called you," Qiaoqiao complained, "what are you thinking? It made everyone look at me."
"I want a new script." Jiahe responded casually, took out the cold coffee from the plastic bag, and took a sip.
Because the nameplate of the production company was placed on the front windshield, the reporters at the gate deliberately glanced over and glanced at the camera. After confirming that it was just two women who did not know each other, they put down the camera and continued chatting in a low voice. .
Qiao Qiao laughed and said that she would bring Liao Jing with her if she knew it long ago. If the hero and heroine are in love with each other because of the drama, and the old love is unwilling to visit frequently, the investors of the two dramas must be very happy. She was saying she was happy when the security guard had come to pat the door, reminding the car that it blocked the gate, and she started the car and left the hospital.
Unhindered all the way.
"Set up a train ticket for me, I want to go back to Shanghai." Jiahe looked at the houses on both sides and quickly backed away, and remembered every word that was unhealthy with Yi Wenze in the hospital just now...
"Your idol has an operation tonight, and there is still a 24-hour ICU, are you really willing to leave?" Qiaoqiao quickly overtook the car and joked casually.
"The phone is broken. I have to go back and buy a new one. There's still a lot going on in Beijing." Seeing that she was driving too hard, Jiahe took out her seat belt, and it took a long time to buckle it.
"It's alright to go back," Qiao Qiao turned the steering wheel and turned into a small road, "Anyway, the filming is almost done. When Yi Wenze can get out of bed in two months, I will make up a few shots. You are here too. waste time."
Qiao Qiao babbled a few more words, and asked Jiahe to go back to Shanghai to show her the house or something. Jiahe listened absently, staring at the path in front of her, always feeling familiar, until she saw the sign of the tea restaurant, she didn't react. Come here, isn't this the place where I had breakfast with my idol that day and was photographed
Because of the approaching Qingming Festival, the tickets were a little nervous. It was already the next day when Jiahe got the tickets, and the bus left at 6 o'clock in the evening. Just when she threw the salute into the car and got into the passenger seat, Ah Qing was getting off the other car and walking towards the hotel lobby.
"Aqing," Qiaoqiao stopped and called her, "How is Teacher Yi?"
Ah Qing turned around and found Qiao Qiao in the car after looking for a long time, and immediately smiled brightly: "I've been transferred to the general ward, and I'm in good shape. As soon as I came out, I started talking about the new script."
Qiaoqiao said go ahead, and then whispered to Jiahe, "Why don't you call me to say hello?"
Jiahe rolled her eyes at her, immediately picked up the mobile phone he borrowed from Qiaoqiao, dialed the number over there in Beijing, and started whispering about his schedule and set the meeting time.
The car bumped all the way to Yiwu Railway Station, and it was completely dark.
Jiahe approached the train station with his luggage, and when he squeezed into the waiting hall in the crowded crowd, he saw the reminder that the train was late, so he could only find a seat to sit down. There were people everywhere, either talking on the phone or chatting in a low voice. All kinds of accents that couldn't be understood were connected together. It was not until the third time when she was bored looking at the ticket and the train number on the display screen that she felt that she should call. A phone call to greet him, after all, he visited him yesterday, and he helped himself a lot.
It wasn't until she pulled out her phone that she remembered that she didn't actually have Yi Wenze's phone number, and after a moment of hesitation, she sent a short message to Qiao Qiao.
After a while, the text message came back, it was a string of numbers, plus a joke from Jojo.
The green numbers gradually formed a row on the screen. After pressing the dial button, she couldn't help taking a deep breath.
The constant beeping sound is busy.
Jiahe let out a long breath, unable to tell whether he was disappointed or fortunate. After hanging up the phone, he found that the crowd suddenly started to move. The ticket gate is very narrow, and she could only pass one row of people, but she squeezed three rows abruptly. She finally got to the opening, and when she took out the ticket, the phone rang.
"Hurry up, okay?" the man behind him urged impatiently.
Jiahe hurriedly handed out the ticket and rushed through the ticket gate. The crowd was all going in one direction, but she pulled the box and walked upstream, hiding in a corner, and quickly pressed the phone to her ear.
"Hello." Yi Wenze's voice was over there.
"Teacher Yi, it's me." Jiahe blocked the other ear so that he could hear clearly.
He seemed to be smiling, "Arrived at the train station?"
"Well, I was checking tickets just now."
"Not in the car yet?"
"Um."
"Wait a minute," Yi Wenze seemed to be talking. He said apologetically in Cantonese in a low voice, and said to this side, "You can talk while you walk."
Jiahe was very embarrassed, and replied yes, and found that the flow of people had begun to decrease, and immediately pulled the box to catch up with the flow.
"How many people are there at the train station?"
"A lot, it's still late, I've been waiting for a long time." Jia Heben wanted to say more words, so that he would not hear his nervousness, but found that he was talking nonsense that had nothing to do with him... The wheels at the bottom of the box creaked. There were fewer and fewer people in front of her. She had to look up to find the position of the carriage, and found that she was unlucky in the last section and had to walk the farthest way.
The flight attendants stood chatting in twos and threes, and even urged Jiahe to leave quickly.
Yi Wenze seemed to have heard it over there, but he didn't speak until Jiahe got into the carriage and let out a light sigh, and then he asked, "Are you in the car?"
"Well," Jiahe took the phone and avoided people, "I'm sorry, Teacher Yi, I'll find a seat first." Because it was late, the car had already started to move slowly.
"it is good."
When she walked to the seat, a big boy next to her saw that she was small and could not lift the box. She immediately got up and gave her a hand. She said thank you and sat down by the window: "I'm fine."
"How long is the train?"
"Two hours, maybe."
"I have a friend here who just came from Shanghai," the voice over there became a little vague and intermittent, Jiahe pressed the phone hard, and barely made it clear, "Afternoon—"
Quietly, the phone was cut off completely.
Jiahe stared blankly at the phone, the battery was full...
Seeing her like this, the big boy beside her immediately smiled and said, "Little girl, once the high-speed train starts, the signal will be very poor."
Jiahe glanced at him dully, apparently a fresh graduate from college, but because he was small, he called himself a little girl... "Just because of the speed?"
The man nodded, picked up the magazine in front and started flipping through it: "It's okay, get off the train and make a phone call, your boyfriend will definitely understand."
…
Jiahe was speechless.
It's really a high-tech drawback. The speed is not much, but the price is much higher. It even flew into outer space with a signal. She put the phone on her lap and began to think about what Yi Wenze was going to say. no idea. After driving for about half an hour, most of the people fell asleep. Only some young people were chatting in a low voice. She wanted to sleep but couldn't, so she simply bought a cup of Nescafe instant coffee to refresh herself. Just like that, I wrapped the hot cup in my palm and looked sideways at the night scene.
Suddenly a text message came in and clicked on it, only a simple line of words:
Probably the signal is not good, I can't get through all the time, get off the car and call you.
After reading it three times in a row, she regained her senses.
The big boy beside him was already asleep, and the magazines were spread out indiscriminately. Jiahe picked up the pages and flipped through them, sighing that he was indeed a college graduate, and he even brought a gossip magazine with him. Turning over and over, I was attracted by the large-scale photo on the page. It was a photo of Tianchu and the Taiwanese singer. The title was still striking and shocking: Brother K opened his mouth for the first time, saying that it was just an ordinary cooperative relationship with Tianchu.
She looked at it carefully and turned to the next page. It was a standard gossip format, listing the love history of Tianchu and Yi Wenze by time. The Hong Kong paparazzi really have the spirit of research, dug out the details of the past two years, and finally listed what Gu Yu and himself said. According to friends, the two signed a divorce agreement half a year ago, but they have not gone through the formal procedures. .
The several meetings between myself and Tianchu, as well as her high-profile appearance in the hospital, may be a sign of reconciliation...
"Little girl, do you like Yi Wenze too?" The big boy suddenly woke up, seeing her staring at Yi Wenze's news, he couldn't help laughing, "At your age, you should like fast boys or something. , really unique taste. When he became famous, I was in elementary school, and I didn't expect to be popular until now, but unfortunately, there is no previous momentum, and I can only rely on gossip blog. "
Jia Hejing glanced at him: "When he became famous, I had already graduated from junior high school."
The big boy snorted and scratched his hair in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, sister."
Well, she admitted that this sister's call made her chest tight, but she asked for it...
In this way, all the way to Shanghai, the mobile phone is in my hand, and I have never left.
She wondered if she should call it, and she was afraid that Yi Wenze had already fallen asleep, so she could only comfort herself, she would definitely rest after the operation, and she had nothing to do, so don't make fun of herself. At night, Hongqiao Railway Station was empty and deserted. Most of the fast food restaurants in the lobby were closed. Jiahe was really hungry, so he chose a restaurant with hot soup, ordered meatball soup and zongzi, and sat down to eat. , Yi Wenze's phone number suddenly came in.
"Sorry, the doctor came to check just now."
"It's alright, it's alright." Jiahe bit a half ball, up and down, and slurred his words.
"Eating?"
"Well, I found out that I was very hungry when I got off the car, so I found a random family," Jiahe quickly swallowed the ball, "Mr. Yi, please rest now, I have nothing to do, I just want to greet you." Who knows thanks to the high-speed rail , a greeting from Yiwu to Shanghai is officially spoken.
"It's okay, I still have friends."
have friends? Then don't bother...
Jiahe lied wisely, "Actually, my phone is out of battery. Let's talk about it later. I wish you a speedy recovery."
"it is good."
Jiahe suddenly remembered the half sentence: "By the way... What did you want to say to me just now? Just before the signal went out?"