He seemed to be by my side when we passed by each other, but I never met him...
Wei Xiaoming was so angry but dared not say anything about the incident in which Wei Jing broke up the couple with his bare hands.
On the way back to Tianchen Lake, he pulled Wen Zichuan and whispered, "Godfather is really something. How can he compare with Teacher Xiao Cheng in wealth? How many people in Quan Dengyuan can be richer than him?"
Wen Zichuan didn't comment, but just looked out the window quietly, letting the neon lights interweave into a hazy halo.
"Don't be sad," Wei Xiaoming finally managed to come up with, "It happens to a lot of people. It will get better after a while."
"I'm not sad," Wen Zichuan sighed, "I'm just too tired. It's really tiring to like someone."
"Although I shouldn't say this, I also know that someone who truly loves you won't make you so tired."
"Yeah, it's so nice to be like you and Mr. Wei. You don't have to worry that one day he won't love you anymore, won't want you anymore, or will take risks alone without telling you the truth."
The topic returned to himself, and Wei Xiaoming immediately pouted: "We have problems too, but they're different from yours."
Wen Zichuan said lightly, "No matter how big the problem is, you won't have a conflict over money. There are not many people in Quan Dengyuan who are richer than President Wei."
"Oh, that's not what I meant!" Wei Xiaoming swore silently. He had no such thing as being scornful of the poor and favoring the rich. "My godfather may be rich, but Teacher Xiao Cheng is highly educated! He knows everything and has a good personality. Just talking to him makes me think, 'Wow, how can someone be so gentle and polite?'"
"If time could go back, back to before you met Mr. Wei, between him and Mr. Wei, which one would you choose?"
"I, I don't know... My dad bought it for me when I was twelve. I didn't have any choice."
Wen Zichuan withdrew his gaze and stared at the leather backrest of the front seat. If you ask this question to a hundred people, ninety-nine of them would choose Wei Jing.
But he wouldn't, only he wouldn't.
In his childhood fantasies, he hoped that he could become a rich and powerful person who could protect others. As for his other half, he only hoped that he could cherish himself, love himself, and take him well in his heart.
He didn't want to be like his mother, who met someone she deeply loved in her prime years, and then used the sporadic love he gave her to confine herself to a prison and imprison herself for the rest of her life.
Therefore, if Cheng Sizhou never understood what he wanted, even if they were forced to be together, it would only embarrass both of them.
From that day on, Wen Zichuan put aside all distractions and devoted himself wholeheartedly to his work.
He increasingly felt that becoming a "top star" not only meant enjoying the fans' ardent gazes and undisguised love, but also meant shouldering more responsibilities.
Because he and Wei Xiaoming worked diligently and responsibly to maintain the popularity of the drama, everything related to the drama, including the director, screenwriter, cameraman, costumes and props, as well as many supporting roles, became discussed and had the opportunity to "serve the table."
Wen Zichuan mentioned the efforts and contributions of his colleagues many times during his routine live broadcasts, which made fans feel that he is a new generation idol who is particularly sincere and worth liking.
At the same time, public welfare projects promoted in his name are also being prepared in full swing.
Old fans all know that Wen Zichuan is a voice actor and voice performance is his forte.
At the company's instruction, he formed a public welfare team and cooperated with the Dengyuan Deaf and Mute Association. He personally donated two million to purchase hearing aids, provided free sign language courses for underage deaf and mute children, and donated love supplies to special education teachers in special schools.
Several consecutive activities were done very well, and the money earned from society was returned to society. Only in this way did Wen Zichuan feel at ease.
But what surprised him most was that Anjie Studio also participated in it. Anjie invited Wen Zichuan, "The Four Summers of the Imperial Capital", and Zheng Tu to jointly organize a charity performance, and donated all the ticket revenue to deaf and mute children.
Zheng Tu has always been serious. When he heard that Wen Zichuan was his "substitute", he felt a little uncomfortable and his attitude was rather cold.
Now that Wen Zichuan's popularity is on the rise, he doesn't mind it anymore. He even took the initiative to exchange contact information, saying that he must cooperate if there is a chance and asked Teacher Wen to give him more support.
As autumn turns to winter, the dual-male lead drama ends with a lively atmosphere. Wen Zichuan, accompanied by Leng Sui, goes to the cemetery to visit Lin Hanzhen.
Because he was busy with work, he never came again after the 49-day mourning period.
I originally thought that since no one had cleaned the tomb, it must be covered with dead leaves and dust. But when I got closer, I saw that the tombstone had been wiped clean. Not only were there no dead branches and leaves, but there was also a large bunch of fresh lilies.
The bouquet was so fresh, as if it had just been picked and delivered to my mother's grave.
Wen Zichuan turned around suddenly, and suddenly thought that there might be someone who had just been here to pay tribute to Lin Hanzhen, and hid aside when he saw him coming.
But rows of tombs blocked his view. He stood on tiptoe and looked around, but didn't see anyone he knew, so he had to give up.
"What are you looking for?" Leng Sui asked when he saw this.
"Nothing." Wen Zichuan shook his head. "I want to burn some paper money. Can you block the wind for me?"
He burned paper money, offered incense, and talked with Lin Hanzhen for a while. After making sure that the man would not appear again, he turned around and left the cemetery.
"Where are we going next?" Leng Sui asked while driving.
"Go to a hospital." Wen Zichuan replied indifferently.
After adapting to the status of a "top star" for several months, now when I go out, caution has been ingrained in my bones and has become a habit.
As there was a plan to go to the hospital, Wen Zichuan specially dressed in inconspicuous clothes and also prepared a hat, sunglasses and a mask. Leng Sui was very satisfied with this, so he turned on the navigation and went to a hospital.
"I'm very curious, how much money did President Wei pay you to follow me year-round?" Wen Zichuan was a little annoyed and asked whatever he wanted to ask.
"Quite a lot," Leng Sui said frankly, "My salary is linked to your income. The more you earn, the more I earn."
"The heat will eventually fade. What if one day in the future, I'm no longer popular?"
"If I earned less, I wouldn't work so hard."
Wen Zichuan crossed his arms and when he glanced sideways, he could only see his profile: "So you work so hard, it's all because of money."
The hand on the steering wheel suddenly paused, and Leng Sui laughed dryly: "What else could it be?"
Wen Zichuan shouldn't have decided on impulse to chat with him. This guy always has the ability to make him faint with just a few words.
He was as upset as a firecracker, about to explode at any moment, until he saw Xiao Liang, he slowly calmed down.
Xiao Liang's recovery is better than the previous stage. The caregiver said that he can now speak complete sentences and express his meaning more clearly.
Wen Zichuan put the fruit and milk he bought into the locker, then took out a box of three-dimensional building blocks and asked Xiao Liang if he wanted to play with him.
Xiao Liang had never seen anything so new before, and he quickly said, "Yes! Yes!"
Wen Zichuan smiled, opened the box, and started building blocks with him.
When the Wu tribe village was massacred, Xiao Liang's childhood was missing. His mentality is more like that of a seven or eight-year-old child, and he will definitely like things that children like.
Furthermore, building blocks are also an educational toy that can develop the brain while playing, and may even help him remember forgotten past events.
Xiao Liang has lived in Longji Mountain for many years. In order to protect himself, he has built countless traps to hunt wild animals. Although the three-dimensional building blocks are new to him, they are not difficult at all for him.
He followed Wen Zichuan's instructions and soon put the scattered parts together. Judging from the overall appearance, it should be a large truck.
"I need to pee! I need to pee!" Before he could finish the spell, Xiao Liang suddenly shouted, "I need to pee!"
The nurse came over quickly to help him and took him to the bathroom, but Xiao Liang grabbed the bed rails and resisted, refusing to go with them.
"Let me do it." Wen Zichuan held him, "Can you walk by yourself?"
Xiao Liang nodded, holding up his trouser waist with one hand and holding Wen Zichuan's hand with the other, and went into the bathroom.
"Car." He walked to the innermost corner and said nervously, "...There's a car."
Wen Zichuan frowned. The building blocks just now were indeed a car, but he felt that what Xiao Liang was talking about was not a car made of building blocks.
Seeing that he didn't seem to understand, Xiao Liang thought for a moment and gestured again: "Photos. My photo has you in it, his photo has you in it... Well, I'll take them away... Mother is talking to him..."
Wen Zichuan was suddenly startled. Xiao Liang was not talking about the building blocks, but was reviewing the process of the tomb-robbing gang entering the witch clan.
But he quickly calmed down, took out his cell phone, turned on the recording, and continued talking with Xiao Liang.
"They showed you Wen... your uncle Wen's photo and asked you to bring them into the village. Then your mother, Wu Heng, spoke to them, correct?"
"Hmm..." Xiao Liang knocked his head with the back of his hand, forcing himself to think hard, "Mother is angry... They leave, it's dark, they come back..."
"Chief Wu Heng was angry and asked them to leave, but they came back not long after they left."
"The water in the well... bucket... is not drinkable! You can't drink it at all...!" Having said that, Xiao Liang suddenly stuffed his fingers into his mouth and forced himself to vomit.
"Xiao Liang!" Wen Zichuan held him tightly to prevent him from getting too emotional and hurting himself.
"I chased after them...! Ah Si wouldn't let me..." Xiao Liang raised his head, tears welling in his eyes, "They...cars, stole...a lot..."
Wen Zichuan understood everything. The tomb-robbing gang led by Destan failed to persuade Wu Heng, so they poisoned the water and killed people to rob the tomb.
Xiao Liang, Wu Si and several other children hid in Wu Wen's tomb and escaped the disaster. Afterwards, Xiao Liang and Wu Si probably chased out of Longji Mountain. They wanted revenge and wanted to take back the burial objects of their ancestors.
But Wu Si discovered that this group of people had a car, and the "big guy" made of steel not only ran fast, but also could easily take their lives if it hit them.
As the heir to the clan leader, Wu Si didn't want any more clan members to be sacrificed, so she stopped Xiao Liang.
It was not until the tomb-robbing gang left Mutao that the surviving children dared to show up in the village.
But they were afraid of the unfamiliar environment, and had more or less drunk poisoned water, so gradually it became what Dr. Mo had heard: There used to be many mentally ill people in the Mutao area, people who seemed to be possessed by evil spirits.
Wen Zichuan comforted Xiao Liang, thinking that the recording would definitely be helpful to the case. When he was about to send it to Cheng Sizhou, he remembered that they had broken up.
His eyes darkened and he sent the recording to Zhou Han.
After taking care of Xiao Liang and having lunch, Wen Zichuan was about to leave, but the nurse suddenly stopped him and insisted that he take a look at the "work confirmation form".
"The patient is very close to you, so you are his family member, right?" The nurse looked puzzled.
"He is my distant cousin." Wen Zichuan took over the work record, which recorded Xiao Liang's daily eating, sleeping, excretion, and mental state in great detail.
"As a family member, you should visit him more often. We have records of his care. If you have reviewed them and found no problems, please make the payment. It has been delayed for several days this month."
The hospital's nursing staff is outsourced, and Xiao Liang's situation is special, so an additional nursing fee must be paid every month.
"I haven't been here much recently." Wen Zichuan was much more sensitive than before when it came to money-related matters. "Who confirmed the work a few months ago? Who paid for it?"
"Don't you know? The patient has no household registration and no medical insurance. All his expenses were paid by Dr. Cheng's son."
In Wen Zichuan's impression, although Cheng Sizhou is not as rich as Wei Jing, he comes from a wealthy family and is not short of money.
But on the day they broke up, he was so upset by Cheng Sizhou's repeated retreat that he couldn't believe it. He hadn't imagined that a man who didn't care about money and was willing to sit on the bench and do cultural relic restoration would...
Unless he really has no money.
"Excuse me, could you please add my contact information and send me the bills for the past few months? From now on, I will cover all of Xiao Liang's expenses."
"Then you should discuss it with Master Cheng, and we won't charge you twice."
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