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Jun Zishu¡¯s injury was not very serious and he recovered faster than Yun Zizhou.
Go to work normally, and then go to the ward to take care of her after finishing your work.
Yun Zizhou was so happy that he didn't even want to get up from the hospital bed.
In the afternoon when she woke up, she had already used her mobile phone to explain the news of her accident on Weibo and that she wanted to suspend the live broadcast.
It just so happened that her contract with the company had expired, and Yun Zizhou no longer planned to do live broadcasts.
"I thought you liked it very much, do you really want to give up like this?"
Jun Zishu looked at Yun Zizhou, who shook his head at her.
"I don't like it very much. It's a way to survive. I was attacked by many people for a while, but fortunately I got up again without being knocked down. The Internet is a magical place. I am very grateful to those who like my voice. Now I don¡¯t need a live broadcast to accompany me.¡±
Because she has found something more worth caring about.
"Your mother's belly must be getting bigger and bigger now."
Jun Zi Shu remembered this incident and gave Yun Zizhou some water.
Yun Zizhou swallowed a sip of water, a faint indifference flashed in his eyes.
"Um."
"My mother told me that you don't seem to be very happy about your mother's pregnancy."
"Who would be happy about this kind of thing? If it had been ten years earlier, I might have been able to accept it, but I am now 24. She wants to give me a younger brother or younger sister without considering her own body. Since she doesn't care about it, she has to give it to me. If that man gives birth to a child, then let her be."
Yun Zizhou smiled, but there was a bit of anger in his voice.
"Do you have a bad relationship with your stepfather?"
"I didn't say it was bad. Let's just treat each other as air. He doesn't like me very much, and I don't like him very much. He likes my mother. For my mother's sake, he and I live in peace. My mother likes him, so I was polite to him for my mother¡¯s sake, but it was annoying to stay there, so I moved out very early.¡±
"Don't talk about my family anymore. There's nothing to say. After I recover from my injury, are you still going to send me away?"
Yun Zizhou hooked his fingers on Jun Zishu's hand, with pleading in his eyes.
"If you want to live, just live here."
There is one more, and one last one, and the mission is completed.
The wind blew in from the window and blew the curtains in the room.
Yun Zizhou looked very happy, but Jun Zishu didn't have much smile in his eyes.
After Yun Zizhou recovered from her injuries, Jun Zishu took her home.
After Junzishu¡¯s accident, he immediately hired himself as a housekeeper. When the housekeeper saw the blood all over the house, he didn¡¯t dare to take the job.
Jun Zishu calmly told her that it was chicken blood, and she was willing to do it only after he assured her several times.
¡°We promised to come here to collect stories, but it seems that things haven¡¯t gone well.¡±
Jun Zishu looked helpless as he looked at Yun Zizhou's drawing board which had already accumulated a thin layer of dust.
"I have captured what I think is the best scenery."
"Huh? What is it?"
"you guess?"
"Minaret? Xiuyuan?"
"That's not right."
"where is that?"
"It's a secret."
The best scenery is, of course, the person in front of you.
Life is back on track, and Junzishu¡¯s mission has also entered its final stage.
Junzishu made an appointment with Yu Biling, and Yu Biling was very surprised.
¡°Oh my God, is it really my girlfriend who I haven¡¯t seen for almost three months who called me?¡±
Yu Biling's voice sounded sleepy, and she was confused and unconscious.
"Let me go see you."
"when?"
"tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll wait for you. I'll take a day off."
Jun Zishu asked for leave from the hospital and explained it to Yun Zizhou.
"Are you going to see your friends? When will you be back?"
Yun Zizhou brought fruit salad to Junzishu, inserted a toothpick into it and gave Junzishu a mouthful.
"Within one day."
"Then I'll wait for you at home."
"good."
When I met Yu Biling in the afternoon, they went to a restaurant for a meal together, and Junzishu paid for it.
??It feels rather bad, so let¡¯s downplay it.
But in another dimension, someone is going crazy because of this.
When Yun Zizhou received the call, he thought it was a joke.
But when she stood in front of the man's body, she knew it was true.
That feeling is very confusing, so confusing that I can¡¯t recover.
How could he just leave like that? Obviously they were talking nicely last night.
But she really lay there quietly, without giving her any response.
Yun Zizhou heard someone comforting her, saying that her sister was a very dedicated doctor, and this noble spirit was worthy of praise.
"If she wasn't so great, could you give her back to me?"
Those who comforted her were speechless.
Yun Zizhou knows what Junzishu likes about her.
I like her voice, her cuteness, and her thoughtfulness.
It¡¯s the kind of love you treat your sister.
So Yun Zizhou has been very careful to hide her thoughts, trying hard to restrain any dark thoughts in her mind, and trying to do whatever she likes.
It has been a long, long time since Yun Zizhou worked so hard to please someone.
She has never told Junzishu that she likes her.
Because she can see that a gentleman¡¯s book does not need other people¡¯s likes.
She always seems to want to get out of a certain state and just wants to relax.
Sometimes she seems to be her, and sometimes she seems not to be her.
Jiang¡¯s mother received the call and hurried back to China. She had just finished organizing her daughter¡¯s funeral, but before she could get out of the shadows, she received another bad news.
Yun Zizhou also died. He saved a drowning child and then committed suicide.
The people on the shore told her that the girl had rescued the person, but she still went to the bottom of the lake and never came out.
Jiang¡¯s mother didn¡¯t understand until she went to pack up Yun Zizhou¡¯s things left at her house.
There is a picture book inside, and the pictures are all of the same person.
The painter¡¯s heart has been poured into every stroke inside, and the burning emotion can be felt even through the painting paper.
On the last page of the picture book, there is only a solitary sentence.