Chapter 45: For you, happiness is the most important thing
The medicine began to take effect.
It was visibly obvious that Song Lehan relaxed a lot and even loosened his grip on his hand.
Xu Jiangcuo felt relieved.
He filled a basin with hot water and wiped her face with a fresh towel. He also treated the wound on the back of her hand. Fortunately, the bite was not too strong, so it was only a small wound.
After finishing all this, Xu Jiangcuo took out the medicine that Song Lehan had just taken.
He searched the name of the medicine on his mobile phone and found that it was an antidepressant.
It was beyond his understanding.
Isn't depression just about wanting to commit suicide? How can there be this kind of...
Xu Jiangcuo stared at Song Lehan who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and felt inexplicably sorry for her.
In an instant, vague fragments flashed through my mind again.
It seemed to be a girl, and the back of her hand was also injured.
Then......
It's a blurry fog.
This time, Xu Jiangcuo did not force himself to continue thinking. He calmed himself down, but still couldn't help but doubt.
Why is it that every time a blurry fragment flashes by, it is always related to Song Lehan?
But according to the relationship between the two, it seems...
Could it be that he and Song Lehan...
Xu Jiangcuo stopped thinking, stood up, put the medicine on the table, then turned off the lights and left the room.
The room was dark.
Song Lehan opened his eyes and raised his hand, vaguely seeing the Band-Aid on it. The words Xu Jiangcuo had just spoken seemed to echo in his ears.
"I'm sorry, seeing you so upset, I can't help you at all."
Silent tears fell from the corners of her eyes again.
Xu Jiangcuo, why do you want to say sorry to me?
You don't have to say sorry to me.
I am sorry for you.
Xu Jiangcuo, why are you so nice?
sorry.
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The next morning, Xu Jiangcuo walked to the kitchen yawning.
Before he even reached the door, he could smell the rich aroma of cooking.
Song Lehan got up?
Xu Jiangcuo instantly became much more sober. He looked down at his clothes and felt that there was nothing wrong with them. Then he strode towards the kitchen.
"Hey, you're awake!"
Song Lehan came out carrying a plate of fried pickled vegetables and eggs. She looked very energetic, a completely different person from last night.
"Good morning." Xu Jiangcuo replied blankly.
Song Lehan chuckled and handed him the things in his hand, "Bring it over, I'll get the dishes and chopsticks."
"Oh, okay."
Xu Jiangcuo put the fried dishes on the table and realized that breakfast was already ready.
It’s quite rich.
Pumpkin porridge, pancakes, fried eggs, stir-fried celery, and scrambled eggs with pickles.
"Come on, come on, dinner is ready~"
Song Lehan placed the bowl and chopsticks in front of Xu Jiangcuo with a smile, then sat opposite him, shaking his head and looking very happy.
Seeing her happy, Xu Jiangcuo's mouth corners also rose.
"Would you like some porridge?" Song Lehan asked him. Seeing the corner of his mouth, he asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"
Xu Jiangcuo silently retracted his smile and coughed lightly, "No, I'm not laughing."
"Oh." Song Lehan didn't ask any further questions. He automatically took his bowl and filled it with pumpkin porridge.
The two of them started eating, and neither of them mentioned what happened last night.
"I didn't expect you could cook, and cook so deliciously." Xu Jiangcuo praised generously, taking another bite of the stir-fried dish, chewing it, and then said, "This tastes like I've eaten it somewhere before."
Song Lehan took a bite of the egg, lowered his eyes, and seemed to be thinking about something.
After her father's accident, Song Lehan started to learn how to cook to save money on food. At that time, she could only buy a small rice cooker and cook in the dormitory.
She had mentioned cooking to Xu Jiangcuo and had brought him meals several times.
Unexpectedly, he still remembered it.
Song Lehan realized that her relationship with Xu Jiangcuo could not be severed just by her saying so.
It's a tangled mess that can't be sorted out.
Even if we say we want to separate completely and never see each other again, at some point, when we encounter something, we will still feel familiar and think of the memories we had together.
They have left their own unique marks in each other's lives, and no matter how they wipe them off, the marks will remain.
Song Lehan stopped eating, swallowed the egg in his mouth, looked up at Xu Jiangcuo, and said, "Thank you for yesterday."
Xu Jiangcuo paused, thinking about what happened last night, and then he realized what she meant.
He didn't respond, but instead asked Song Lehan: "How are you? Do you feel better?"
"It's okay, I'll be fine after taking the medicine." Song Lehan pursed her lips and asked embarrassedly, "I didn't scare you by what I did yesterday, did I?"
Xu Jiangcuo shook his head as if nothing had happened. "How did you get this disease? Can it be cured?"
"I don't know." Song Lehan lowered his head and ate the porridge in the bowl. "Maybe it will be fine once I think it through."
Xu Jiangcuo didn't ask any further.
After leaving her room last night, he searched through Song Lehan's experiences while eating. He saw many posts scolding her, and her Weibo was also full of scolding and ridicule.
He had thought that such a popular star would be liked by many people, but he had never expected that she would be disliked by so many people.
But Xu Jiangcuo didn't think Song Lehan was that bad.
She is willing to come here to teach, live in a dilapidated house, is very patient with children, and even cooks such delicious meals.
Why do so many people curse her so harshly?
Xu Jiangcuo couldn't understand it.
“Do you make a lot of money as a star?”
"Ah?" Song Lehan didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, "What's wrong?"
Xu Jiangcuo: "I know you should earn more than ordinary jobs, but physical and mental health is the most important."
"If you're not happy with what you're doing, you can find something you like. Being happy is the most important thing."
Speaking seriously is the most sincere and serious advice.
Song Lehan looked at him, his eyes suddenly reddened.
This was the first person besides her mother who told her, "If you're not happy, just quit."
Most people in the circle envy her.
I envy her for having a boss like Jiang Yue who supports her, I envy her for getting roles without having to work too hard, and I envy her for having enough traffic and no worries about development.
But no one knows the price behind this.
No one knows what she has endured behind her glamorous appearance.
But Xu Jiangcuo knew.
He knew how difficult it was for her and how unhappy she was.
Song Lehan's fingertips clenched the chopsticks, and when tears were about to fall, she quickly lowered her head. The tears dripped into the porridge and mixed with the soup.
"Yeah, okay."
Those two short words concealed her emotions.
Song Lehan didn't want to cry in front of Xu Jiangcuo. She didn't want him to see her weak side and didn't want him to feel sorry for her.
Fortunately, Xu Jiangcuo on the opposite side received a message.
"It's over. I forgot to shoot a promotional video for Uncle Zhou yesterday!" He patted the back of his head, put down his phone, finished all the porridge in the bowl, and got up in a hurry.
After taking a step outside, Xu Jiangcuo turned around and reported to Song Lehan vaguely: "I have to go out for something. I may not be back at noon. You don't have to wait for me to eat."
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