Qin Qingzhuo closed his eyes and heard a very light sigh beside him.
He shouldn't have suddenly lost control of his emotions just now, he thought, Jiang Ji didn't do anything wrong.
When ordinary people encounter this situation, their first reaction is naturally to go to the hospital.
Just go to the hospital... Is going to the hospital useful
How many times have you been to the hospital in the past four years
If I go to the hospital now, do I have to hear Cheng Yun say again, "This condition cannot be cured, and it is impossible to prevent it from recurring"
The car started and drove onto the main road, and the embarrassing scene of escaping from the concert four years ago emerged in his mind.
Four years have passed... Qin Qingzhuo has made no progress at all, he thought with some self-mockery.
No one spoke in the car along the way. Qin Qingzhuo closed his eyes, but he was not sleepy at all.
The car stopped in front of the villa, and the driver turned around and reminded: "Mr. Qin, we're here."
Qin Qingzhuo opened his eyes, raised his hand and pinched his brows, replied "Hmm", and then said: "I'll go call Jiang Bei, Uncle Zhao, you can send them back later."
The driver responded.
He pushed open the car door and walked towards his home. He climbed a few stairs and was about to open the fingerprint lock when Jiang Ji called his name from behind: "Qin Qingzhuo."
Qin Qingzhuo paused, turned around and looked at him.
"What's going on?" Jiang Ji stepped up the stairs and stood in front of him. "Can you tell me?"
After a moment's silence, Qin Qingzhuo shook his head.
"Don't ask, Jiang Ji." He said softly, "I don't want to tell you, so don't ask."
"You helped me get over it, and now I want to try to help you too." Jiang Ji looked at him and said.
But Qin Qingzhuo just turned his head and looked away without saying anything.
"Is it the ears?"
Qin Qingzhuo still didn't answer.
"Just now on the stage, were you completely unable to hear the sounds around you?"
He didn't say anything, so Jiang Ji could only test further step by step.
"Has this happened often before? Four years ago..."
This time he didn't finish his question, Qin Qingzhuo suddenly interrupted him: "Don't ask!"
That kind of irritable emotion appeared on Qin Qingzhuo's face again, and it was even worse than before, and there was even a hint of hostility between his brows.
"Jiang Ji, I've already said that I don't want to talk about this. No matter how much you ask, I won't tell you. In the end, this matter has nothing to do with you. Just sing your song well and don't meddle in my affairs."
silence.
There was a long silence.
Qin Qingzhuo realized that his emotions were out of control again, so he closed his eyes for a long time and managed to calm himself down: "Sorry..."
"There's nothing to be sorry about," Jiang Ji interrupted him, "You don't have to act like a senior in front of me all the time. If venting your emotions will make you feel better, then don't hold it in."
Qin Qingzhuo turned his head and exhaled: "Go back, Jiang Ji, I can handle my own affairs, you don't have to worry too much."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to open the fingerprint lock, pushed open the door, and Jiang Bei was standing behind it.
Perhaps because she heard the noise just now and wanted to run over to open the door, but she noticed that the atmosphere outside the door was not right, so she didn't dare to come out rashly.
"Jiangbei," Qin Qingzhuo bent down and touched her hair, and returned to his usual gentle tone, "Pack your things and go back with your brother."