Chapter 1252: Boil a pot of tears in your heart
Knowing that he was in the wrong, Mr. Cheng had no choice but to admit his mistake honestly, but the girl still couldn't stop crying.
Cheng Zhiyuan was helpless and coaxed her in a low voice.
"Stop crying. If you keep crying you won't be able to film tomorrow."
"Shut up, I'm crying for you!"
Miss Shen continued to scold him while sobbing, then lowered her voice and said softly and aggrievedly,
"I'm done crying, and you won't feel bad anymore."
Cheng Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, then his brows relaxed and he began to smile.
He lowered his eyes and said "okay" gently.
Time was stretched out, and the girl's crying did not sound noisy at all when it fell into his ears through the radio waves. Instead, it made his heart grow warmer and warmer under the dim light, as if someone had boiled a pot of water, which was bubbling with the crying and producing warm bubbles.
I've probably never felt this way in my life.
The man sat in the chair and thought lightly.
Even when my parents were still alive, no one had ever said with such confidence, "If I cry, you won't feel sad."
And at this moment, he seemed to have really lived up to this statement.
As the warm water began to boil, those cold, suppressed, gloomy and old emotions seemed to really flow out of his heart along with the girl's tears. Only the pool of warm tears was left, stretching his muscles and bones inch by inch, making him feel a little lazy and not wanting to move, but he wanted to appear in front of the girl immediately.
He leaned his head against the back of the chair and gently closed his eyes.
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The crying ended with a deafening sneeze.
Hearing the sniffing sound over there, Cheng Zhiyuan sat up straight and listened for a while before frowning.
"Are you blowing the wind?"
The girl seemed to have a blocked nose, and she sniffed twice before speaking in a muffled nasal voice,
"I'm on the rooftop playing... enjoying the night view."
The girl let the cat out of the bag and her tongue almost got tied. In the end, she could only give an excuse that was obviously fake.
"You're still enjoying the night view at one in the morning?"
Cheng Zhiyuan frowned even tighter, with a hint of self-blame in his eyes.
"Hang up immediately, go downstairs and take a shower and go to bed. I'll ask Cui Mao to make you a cup of ginger water."
"Where can we find ginger at this hour?"
The girl seemed to have stood up and was walking around while saying,
"I can just drink some hot water myself."
The elevator opened and closed with a ding. The girl was silent for two seconds before she whispered,
"Did your aunt tell me how this condition can be completely cured?"
Cheng Zhiyuan paused and considered his answer.
"she……"
"I want to hear the truth."
“…”
Mr. Cheng, who had already lost his credibility, was speechless for a moment before he could only answer honestly.
"The possibility of a complete recovery is very small, almost impossible, but it will improve as your mood improves."
"Can you see those things now?"
The girl's voice was cautious, but the man didn't mind at all.
"It was just before my eyes,"
He smiled slightly, his voice gentle,
"They all disappeared when you started crying."
Shen Pianxian seemed a little shocked, and one could hear the stunned taste in his tone.
"So from now on, you'll be fine as long as I cry?"
"Could it be that I am the transformed Little Dragon Girl?"
"What if I can't cry right away? I need to put my heart into my crying scenes!"
Cheng Zhiyuan: ...
Miss Shen, who was worried about many problems in an instant, made him feel a little overwhelmed. It took him a while to think of a sweet answer.
Under the light, the man's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, like the pines and cypresses blown by the wind at the beginning of the melting of ice and snow. In the dark room, he whispered,
"If it's not tears, it will be something else."
"You've always been my panacea."
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