Chapter 852 Finale 31
Little Pomelo stared at the tablet expressionlessly.
“Some bad drama.”
If it weren't for his newly established agency wanting to sign the second female lead in the film, he wouldn't have fallen to the point of reading fantasy and romance novels.
I have to say that the fairy-tale dramas in the past two years have become worse and worse. They are all the same old fairy-like "white mourning clothes". The male and female protagonists are only concerned with being immortals and falling in love, and there is no "chivalrous spirit" of loyalty and self-sacrifice for the world.
Although the Zhou Group's industries did not involve the entertainment industry, Zhou Jing had also been exposed to it from other places and was probably aware of the subtleties involved.
"If you don't like it, then watch less."
He casually glanced at the screen and caught a glimpse of the male protagonist in a black robe sacrificing himself to the sword. When his soul was shattered into pieces, he felt like he was hit hard on the head with a club. In severe pain, his brows were furrowed, his body swayed slightly, and he took a step back to steady himself.
Little Pomelo looked up at him with concern: "What's wrong?"
In just a few seconds, Zhou Jing's face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, wetting the loose hair on his forehead.
He didn't hear what Xiao Youzi said. His ears seemed to be immersed in water, and everything around him seemed to be covered with a layer of "film", becoming blurry.
“Don’t go over there…”
"Qingze..."
"elder brother."
"Seventeen."
There was always someone calling a certain name over and over again in his ear, and the overlapping voices made his ear bones numb.
Different fragments of memory rushed into his mind like high-speed express cars running out of control. All the vehicles collided with each other, the car bodies were destroyed and dented, turning it into a chain reaction accident.
Just when he was about to lose the ability to distinguish between reality and illusion, a voice as clear as water penetrated all barriers and landed steadily in his ears.
"Feng Zui, don't go over there."
“………”
Zhou Jing woke up suddenly.
Before opening his eyes, he finally saw the owner of the red figure in his dream.
The man looked back among the flowers, his sleeves fluttering, his eyebrows and eyes lively, far more stunning than the flowers themselves.
There was a white ceiling in front of him, and the smell of disinfectant was pungent. The room was quiet and peaceful, but Zhou Jing's heart was beating wildly, making a deafening sound.
He raised his hand to cover his chest and took two deep breaths, and his rapid heartbeat finally calmed down.
“Click.”
The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open gently from the outside.
Quan Jiu came in with a bowl of porridge and met the man's bottomless black eyes.
She didn't notice anything unusual and slowly approached: "Just woke up?"
Zhou Jing stared at her face silently without saying a word.
Quan Jiu raised an eyebrow: "Are you sick and stupid?"
She sat down on the stool next to the bed. Just as her buttocks touched the stool, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward.
Quan Jiu hurriedly protected the porridge in his hand and complained:
"What are you doing? I almost spilled the porridge..."
Zhou Jing held the person in his arms. His voice was a little hoarse because he hadn't had water for a long time.
"If you spill it, I'll compensate you with another bowl."
Quan Jiu mercilessly exposed and sneered:
"You can't cook, so don't act like a big shot."
Zhou Jing: "I will."
He hugged him tighter.
Quan Jiu lay on top of her, curled his lips and smiled, looking up at him:
"When will you..."
She was halfway through her words when she met the man's inky black eyes and swallowed the rest of her words.
Faced with her sudden silence, Zhou Jing seemed much more indifferent. He took the bowl of porridge from her hand, put it on the bedside table, and bent down to carefully check whether her hand was burned by the porridge.
He lowered his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes like a small fan, casting a row of shadows under his eye sockets. After making sure that she was not injured, the man did not loosen his grip on her hand. His slender fingers held her smaller hand and he spoke in a low voice.
"I'll make anything you like to eat."
There was no intention of seeking credit for anything. The man's tone was calm, yet there was a kind of long-lasting tenderness in his voice.
Quan Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a moment of silence, he asked:
"So, what's my favorite food?"
Zhou Jing looked at her familiar features, a gentle smile flashing across his eyes:
"Wine-fermented duck."
[End of Text]
...dividing line...
The modern part is said to be the main text, but in fact it can also be considered a side story. For me, the main text ends when the fairy-tale dimension ends.
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