Ji Youyan looked at the interface where the WeChat call was aborted and lost her soul. Lin Yue ran ahead of her, saw her stop, and called her strangely, "Sister Ji?"
Ji Youyan came back to his senses, responded with a sound, clenched his phone tightly and quickly followed.
When they arrived, Zhong Qingyu and Wei Yizhen were both waiting outside the custody room. In the intensive care room, doctors and nurses are examining Ji Changsong.
Zhong Qingyu clasped her hands in front of her chest, Ji Youyan stretched her arms around her shoulders and leaned on her: "Wake up, it will be fine."
After a long time, doctors and nurses filed out. The doctor said that the dangerous period is over now. The initial examination showed that the patient is very conscious, and the limbs are also conscious, but there is a little inflammation in the lungs, and other complications must be prevented, and it needs to be observed for two more days. Follow-up examination, if everything is stable, can be transferred to the general ward. As for the problem of the heart, it depends on the subsequent recovery and physical condition before deciding whether to have surgery.
Zhong Qingyu was overjoyed and thanked the world first, then took the doctor's hand and said thanks.
Ji Yuyan's heart finally fell. The strings that had been tense suddenly loosened, and she felt a little dizzy.
She looked at Ji Changsong in the ward through the glass window, and found that Ji Changsong had his eyes open, as if he had been looking at them outside. She asked the doctor, "Can we go in and see him?"
The doctor said: "Yes, go in one by one, the time can not be too long, the patient still needs to rest."
Ji Youyan agreed, then went through the formalities, brought a mask, hat and shoe covers, and went in after Zhong Qingyu came out.
The last time I faced my father like this was ten years ago. Ji Youyan pushed open the door and stepped into the intensive care unit, as if he was timid in the nostalgia, his legs were sore and his breathing was heavy.
She clenched her fingers and approached Ji Changsong step by step, looking at the haggard and weak old man on the hospital bed. It was completely different from the father she remembered. Half of his once jet-black hair had turned grey. It seems that it is not as serious and inaccessible as she has always remembered.
Ji Changsong was wearing a ventilator and watched her approaching intently.
Ji Yuyan stood still a few steps away. She opened her mouth, but was silent.
All kinds of unwillingness and even resentment in the past, at this moment, have turned into full of sadness and guilt.
Lying on the hospital bed was indeed the father who told her bedtime stories by the bedside when he was a child, the father who carried her through the stagnant water on a rainy day, the one who took her to summer camp, took her on trips, took her with her. The father who has seen the world wide...
Did she ever, unknowingly, lose him forever...
She squatted down, looked at Ji Changsong, opened her mouth again, and finally cried out the long-lost "Dad..." with tears in her eyes.
She suddenly remembered that her mother once told her that when she was young, she liked her father very much, because the first thing her father did when he came back from get out of class was to hug her and tease her. Even the first sentence she learned was not "mother", but "daddy". The word "Dad" was coaxed by Ji Changsong again and again and taught her personally.
Ji Yuyan buried her head, tears wet the back of her hand.
Ji Changsong twitched his lips, closed his eyes, and a drop of tears fell on the pillow along the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.
Ji Youyan stopped the grief, sniffed, calmed An Ji Changsong's heart and said: "Dad, the doctor told me that you are all right, you will get better soon, you are in peace, and mother has me to take care of you. don’t worry."
Ji Changsong looked at her quietly, as if there was a chaotic "um" sound.
Ji Yuyan forced a smile.
The father and daughter had been strangers for so long that she didn't know what to say to Ji Changsong now. She was afraid that Ji Changsong didn't like to hear a lot of what she wanted to say.
Not in a hurry anymore.
In the end, Ji Youyan picked up and said a few words related to her mother, and then retold Ji Changsong the news summary from yesterday to today.
In the past, when their family ordered newspapers, before dinner every morning, Ji Changsong always read the newspapers to learn about the world's major events.
The nurse reminded that it was time, Ji Youyan stood up and said to Ji Changsong not to leave. Ji Changsong watched her for a long time.
In the evening, Zhong Qingyu made a meal and delivered it. After the four of them had eaten, Zhong Qingyu saw Ji Youyan's eyes were red, covered with dust and fatigue, and asked her to go home to take a bath and get a good night's sleep. From the rehearsal the day before yesterday to today, Ji Youyan has been working and rushing around at a high intensity. Wei Yizhen is also worried that she will not be able to hold on, so he persuades her to go back to rest.
Ji Youyan considered that his father's condition was temporarily stabilized, and that there were beds in the family room to rest, so he compromised and agreed to let Lin Yue accompany Zhong Qingyu, and he and Wei Yizhen went back to sleep in the middle of the night to change shifts.
On the way back, Ji Youyan used WeChat to send a big red envelope to Lin Yue and Wei Yizhen. Wei Yi really laughed and didn't treat her politely, so he clicked on it and accepted it.
She and Ji Youyan reported today's work situation: "This New Year's Eve performance, everyone was really amazed by you, so the popularity was built by ourselves, and we only added a little firewood. People are set up."
"The Xuanfa of "The Legend of Yaohua" has also been contacted, and they have already started to promote it." "The Legend of Yaohua" is an ancient puppet shot by Ji Youyan two years ago. After Ji Youyan took a look, it exploded, and the stock that had been under pressure was turned over.
Ji Youyan thought about it and asked, "Are we going on hot searches too often recently?"
Wei Yizhen was also concerned about this issue. But there is no way. The hot search that was not planned before, Ji Youyan made a high profile by himself. Now that the drama is going to be broadcast, you have to do the publicity in the contract with the producer.
Wei Yizhen said frankly: "Most of the comments now are praises. After all, we do have the capital to blow it. Of course, it is inevitable that some people have often seen you being a little annoying on hot searches recently, saying that you are afraid that you are not buying hot. Search package year."
"However, don't worry about it." Wei Yizhen said confidently: "I have considered all of these, and I will contact the producers of "There Is a Letter in the World" for the direction of the propaganda in the future. It can basically be finalized. The official announcement will be made at that time. Just give these dissatisfied people a lead, set the fire on fire, and let them vent. When the fire is almost done, we will reverse. In this way, the popularity of the propaganda will be gained, and after the reversal, based on the compensation psychology, we can also heal the whole body. Retire." "There is a Letter in the World" is a new drama that Ji Youyan will join after the variety show ends.
"It's just that you've been scolded for a few days." Wei Yizhen said slowly.
Black, black, red and red are all propaganda methods, and Ji Youyan has learned to accept it. She rubbed her brows and acquiesced, but said before saying, "It can't be a reversal of the scandal."
Wei Yi really didn't take it seriously: "Can I not know?" She said with a little teasing: "I know, now you have an affair with Jingxiu."
Ji Yuyan showed the first real smile of the day. It was just a touch, and it quickly dissipated on the corners of the lips.
She clicked on WeChat again and looked at the short talk time between her and Jingxiu in a trance.
In the afternoon, Axiu asked her, "Is Lu Fang really just the son of your mother's good friend?", indicating that Axiu had obviously found out that she and Lu Fang had more than just such a relationship, so she panicked. I am sorry for what I have concealed, and I am embarrassed for what I have hesitated to do. She didn't know how much Jingxiu had learned, and if there were any errors in what she had learned.
She and Lu Fang have known each other for a long time. Lu Fang's parents are colleagues and friends of her parents. From childhood, they went to school in the elementary school attached to the university where their parents worked. They often went to and from school together. They grew up together and went to the same junior high school, high school and university together. Lu Fang likes her, everyone knows, everyone thinks they should be together, including their parents. Except for herself.
She didn't like Lu Fang, she always only regarded Lu Fang as her brother. But in the face of his not completely explicit and measured favor, she hinted that she had declined, but she did not ruthlessly embarrass both parties. Perhaps it was her attitude that misunderstood the parents on both sides. They felt that maybe she was just a little girl reserved or her mentality had not changed, and they would understand after dating for a while. After all, their generation came here like this.
So, in the year she was in graduate school, Lu Fang was going to study abroad, and the parents of both parties discussed that the two should get engaged first and settle down. Relationships can be cultivated slowly, anyway, there is still time before the two finish their studies and get married. The right match, the golden boy and the beautiful girl, the perfect couple, should be cherished. Everyone advised her so.
She also tried to convince herself that maybe liking is the same thing. Many people have never really loved someone in their lives, and they have lived their lives just as well; Lu Fang is very good in all aspects and has a good temper. Maybe they live together, it's really not too bad. Most people follow the rules like this, and their wife lives peacefully, so she probably can.
However, the closer the engagement day was, the more she understood. She can't, she can't do it, she's not reconciled, she doesn't want to! So she exploded.
When she met Jingxiu, fell in love with Jingxiu, and understood what heartbeat is and what love is, she realized more and more that she didn't give up her right to love someone back then, how right and lucky it was.
It's a long story. If she answered that Jingxiu was not, it would have deepened the misunderstanding if she did not explain it clearly; if she said yes, it would have become a self-deception with iron-clad evidence. At such a chaotic and urgent moment just now, how could she explain it to Jingxiu in a few words without making it more and more wrong
She needed a time when she could talk to Jingxiu calmly.
Ji Youyan's parents' community arrived. It was a closed community. Wei Yizhen showed the owner's card before entering.
The location is not good, it's a bit remote, it's a bit far from the previous house, and it's far from the school. Ji Yuyan wondered how his parents would buy the house here.
Wei Yizhen heard Ji Youyan's dissatisfaction, and helped to explain: "When I picked up my aunt, I had a few chats with my aunt, and I also talked about the area of the community."
She paused and said, "Auntie said, you... After you acted in the TV series, people from the family started to ask questions and even interviews from time to time. Neighbors often talk behind their backs.
Ji Youyan was stunned, and then there was a surge of self-blame. She thought that they really didn't want to contact her and only changed the house. She thought that if she didn't mention it, she could really erase the connection between them, but she never put herself in their shoes to consider what kind of trouble her fame would bring to their lives.
She entered the room, stood at the entrance and looked inward, and at a glance she saw the family portrait placed next to the TV cabinet. There is water vapor in the eyes.
Wei Yi really remembered the heart-wrenching "humiliation" that Ji Youyan said to her before. Looking at Ji Youyan's relationship with his parents, he also guessed that their family should have had a deep estrangement.
She comforted Ji Youyan and said, "Youyan, a family is always a family, why don't you sit down and communicate well. I think your parents have you in their hearts."
Ji Yuyan picked up the photo frame and stared at it for a long time.
Wei Yizhen revealed: "The guest room I slept in last night actually seemed to be your parents' study room on weekdays. When I borrowed the desk, I noticed that there was a novel "The Bells of the North City Evening" and several fashion magazines in the bookcase behind me. And paper that rolls up like a poster, there is a magazine I swiped and the cover is the one you just took a while ago."
She pointed to the room in front and continued, "And this room, your mother said it's your room. Look, they're actually expecting you to come home."
It turns out that there are people who are looking forward to her returning home. She is not really a homeless duckweed, a lonely soul who has nowhere to go after her death.
Ji Yuyan's tears finally fell silently on the glass of the photo frame, as if their whole family had wet cheeks.
She wiped the tears from the photo frame and whispered to Wei Yizhen: "Sister Wei, I understand, thank you."
Wei Yizhen patted Ji Youyan's shoulder and said warmly, "Okay, it's getting late, you go take a shower, and make up for a good night's sleep after you're done. I'm going too."
Ji Yuyan nodded.
She pushed aside the bedroom her parents had reserved for herself. The layout of the bedroom was almost the same as her bedroom back then. Even the award wall was moved one by one.
Ji Yuyan slowly closed the door and stepped into the room. She glanced at the tables, chairs, beds and quilts in the room, and looked at the decorations on the table in the room a little: the piggy bank she had kept for a long time, the plaster statue she made by herself at the summer camp, her most commonly used headphones... Everywhere, there is the breath of her life.
She touched the tables, chairs, beds, and quilts, and there was no dust, obviously she was taking care of them often.
Why are you so proud, so proud that no one is willing to bow their heads first, so proud that they miss their whole life.
Ji Youyan stood there, his heart aching.
After a long while, she took a deep breath and made a decision. She turned around and went into the matching bathroom, washed her face, combed her hair, and became more refreshed.
Then, she opened WeChat and asked Jingxiu: "Axiu, is it convenient for the video?"
When she walked back to the desk and sat down, she received a simple reply from Jingxiu: "Well."
Ji Youyan clenched and loosened the five fingers on the table, and pressed the video request.