It's okay not to fry CP! [Entertainment]

The sound of the door lock opening and closing came clearly.

He Zishu took out a tissue, wiped his hands casually, and looked around.

The first one was a woman in her 40s.

Long loose hair, retro red suit, black pointed high heels.

That kind of shrewdness drips almost undisguisedly on the surface, making people have the idea of ​​"don't want to get close" without any effort.

And the three people who followed her took off their hats and masks the moment they entered the door.

He only glanced at himself lightly.

It seemed that he didn't bother to do superficial work, and he just covered it perfunctorily, and stopped at the door in an extremely tacit understanding, and didn't take a step closer.

Liu Xia, an "outsider" who didn't even have any scruples standing by his side, showed "Don't beat me" to the extreme.

As long as He Zishu can remember, he has been living under the fence, and many habits have been wrinkled and rubbed into his bones.

Know people's winks, act carefully, and don't even need more than a few glances at those malicious people who are ridiculed or underestimated.

The so-called "teammates" that Liu Xia spoke of didn't really dislike him, but that kind of indifference couldn't be faked.

It's as if sitting here is an insignificant passerby, rather than a "teammate" they get along with day and night.

Especially the last person in the door.

He is the farthest away from He Zishu, standing against the wall.

Wearing a black sportswear, behind him is an oppressive white wall, which is clearly defined and magnified to the extreme, so there is no way to hide any darkness.

He was dressed casually, the zipper was not closed, and his straight long legs were slightly bent because he leaned against the wall.

It is obviously a loose appearance to the bone, but because of the impeccable facial features and intimidating aura, most of it is discounted, and a sharp harmony is blended.

It's like sinking to the extreme but becoming a little dull.

He Zishu subconsciously felt a little nervous.

When the man saw Liu Xia, he frowned almost invisibly, and even paused for a moment with his hand taking off the mask.

For only a very short moment, He Zishu didn't know why he happened to see it and remembered it.

"Sister An." Liu Xia broke the silence and nodded to the three people behind her as a greeting.

"Brother Xia is here too, thank you for your hard work."

The one who spoke was a young man with milk-blond hair dyed.

He Zishu glanced over, the man was greeting Liu Xia with a smile, his delicate and eye-catching appearance could easily attract people's liking.

Standing beside him was a man of the same appearance and figure, who was swiping his phone with his head down.

Line up, the impact is MAX.

Now he finally knows what the fans mean by "Wanyan Tuan".

Even if his teammates disdain him, he has to admit that it looks like this.

No wonder there are fans on the top of the mountain.

Liu Xia did his homework for him, so even though he didn't have any pre-existing memories in his mind, he knew that the woman who started was Lin Jia'an, the agent.

The little girl is called Xie Muran, and it's Givenchy who brushes his phone by himself.

As for the black suit, it was APEX's captain, Lu Jinchen.

The small ward was full of people, but no one spoke, only the slight cheers from the mobile phone.

He Zishu lowered his head and saw that it was a video of Liu Xia picking and choosing, and finally chose it so that he could recognize the person.

It is obviously pieced together by fan clips, with a strong subjective color.

"Top Ten Famous Scenes of APEX Group Soul Explosion".

It's wild and explosive just by looking at the name.

But in reality, He Zi didn't know if the group soul exploded or not, he only knew that he could explode.

Just packed up and died peacefully.

Liu Xia nudged He Zishu with his elbow, reminding him to call someone.

He Zishu came to his senses and called out "Sister An".

The manager didn't respond, and walked up to He Zishu on high heels.

Pedal, pedal, pedal.

She stood still in front of He Zishu, and frowned slightly: "What's wrong with what Liu Xia said?"

"Don't remember anything?"

He Zishu nodded.

"Just remember Liu Xia?" Lin Jiaan spoke again.

For some reason, when the three people behind her heard this, they all reacted and raised their heads.

Xie Muran and Givenchy also turned their heads to look at Lu Jinchen.

"Sister An, you don't just remember me." Liu Xia was stared at by several death stares, so panicked that she didn't know how to put her hands and feet away.

Quickly corrected, "It's because Zishu's memory is a bit messed up, stuck in...about six or seven years ago, and there was no APEX at that time."

What just remember me!

You can't talk nonsense about such things that destroy people's innocence!

"Are you really amnesiac?" Xie Muran tentatively took two steps forward, "Actually, it's okay if you really want to fly solo, no need..."

"Xiao Ran." Lin Jia'an stopped him, his tone was a little cold, and the warning was obvious.

solo?

He Zishu's heart shuddered.

But Lin Jiaan didn't seem to want to give him room to think, and said directly: "Is there any discomfort?"

He Zishu was still in a daze, shaking his head as the word "solo" swayed in his heart.

"Does your head still hurt?" I don't know if He Zishu's eyes were too dazed, but Lin Jia'an's tone softened unconsciously, "Just say it's uncomfortable, don't bear it."

"No."

"Then prepare to leave the hospital and take the emergency channel. I have arranged some people there to avoid the media."

Lin Jia'an said, stroking He Zishu's hair, and gently put a hat on his head.

"Sister An." The moment she turned around, He Zishu called out cautiously.

After a moment of silence, he carefully said his words: "Can Liu Xia accompany me for a few days?"

In this strange environment, he was so poor that it was almost pitiful, with only a little sense of security remaining, only Liu Xia was left beside him.

"It will be fine in a few days." He Zishu tried hard to stabilize his voice, "Is it okay?"

The soft words of prayer made Liu Xia's nose sore immediately.

"Sister An," Liu Xia said to Lin Jia'an, "I will pay attention, don't worry, the paparazzi will also help to watch."

Before Lin Jiaan nodded, there was a "click" sound of unlocking the door.

"Brother, where are you going?" Given said, pressing the handle of the door.

"Smoke a cigarette."

The indifferent voice gradually faded away, covered by the thick door panel, it lost some strength, and appeared a little hoarse.

He Zishu felt that the man might not be in a good mood.

To be more precise, that person may not be in a good mood.

"The smoking area is on the third floor, bro, don't get me wrong, do you hear me, don't get caught on camera."

Xie Muran poked his head out of the door, patted Givenchy's body twice, and hurriedly said: "No, the state is not right, you go and have a look, nothing happened."

Lin Jia'an sighed lightly, and turned to look at He Zishu after Givenchy followed him out the door.

Her gaze was too heavy, covering all the gaps, which made He Zishu a little timid for no reason.

"Zishu." Lin Jiaan raised his hand to straighten the brim of He Zishu's hat, smiling for the first time since entering this room.

"Just forget it, it's not a bad thing." She patted He Zishu on the shoulder, "It's good to let Liu Xia talk with you."

"Thank you, Sister An." He Zishu responded in a low voice.

Lin Jiaan went to go through the discharge procedures.

Xie Muran obviously couldn't stay here, so he found a lame reason and followed him out.

He Zishu and Liu Xia were left in the room.

"You... provoked him?" He Zishu looked up at Liu Xia.

He didn't name who this "he" was, but he knew that Liu Xia knew it in his heart.

Liu Xia's mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, and finally squeezed out two dry words: "No."

"But his attitude is not very good."

Liu Xia gave He Zishu a sideways look, "Do you want to know why?"

He Zishu inexplicably saw some pity for him.

Although I had some AC numbers in my heart, I still couldn't suppress my curiosity and nodded.

"Hate the house and the crow."

"I didn't provoke him, it was you who provoked him."

"Why did I provoke him again?!" He Zishu's collapse was almost materialized.

He could feel that whether it was Lin Jiaan or Liu Xia, their attitudes on the topic of "amnesia" were a little perfunctory, and they obviously didn't want to talk about it.

That made him literally die instantly, and in a very unsafe way.

"Cub, Dad has wanted to ask you this question for a long time."

"Then why don't you ask?!"

"I didn't have time, when I was ready, you were already lying here."

He Zishu: "..."

"Maybe it's because your wings are stiff and you want to fly solo." Liu Xia spoke softly, muttering something casually with his back to He Zishu.

But He Zishu listened to it seriously.

"Did I tell you? About flying solo?"

He Zishu's thumb rested on the first knuckle of his index finger, and he didn't let go until it turned sickly bluish.

That was He Zishu's habitual trick, and Liu Xia knew it very well.

When he was extremely nervous, he would do this subconsciously.

"I mentioned it, but I didn't take it seriously." Liu Xia handed over a set of clean clothes and looked at He Zishu.

"Because before you mentioned the matter of solo flight to me, you and the Lu Corps won't deal with them."

"Go change your clothes, Sister An brought it." Liu Xia stuffed the bag into He Zishu's hand, "I'm a little afraid of Captain Lu, but I also know that he's not an unreasonable person."

"You were brought into Le Qing by him."

With a heavy hand, the black paper bag rope twisted into a strand and slipped from the palm to the fingertips.

He Zishu raised his head slowly: "He brought me into Leqing?"

"Yeah." Liu Xia nodded, "At that time, he was the one you talked about the most."

Perhaps it was because He Zishu in front of him looked so much like when he was not famous, Liu Xia's heart softened suddenly.

Over the years, he stood not far away and watched this man's youthful spirit gradually fade away, and he became a firefly in the hearts of countless people.

However, gradually, He Zishu became less talkative.

The former him, the later him, and the present him are clearly separated.

When did it start?

Liu Xia thought about it very hard, and thought about it many times, but finally died without a problem.

Therefore, the phrase "what can be forgotten should be forgotten" is not a perfunctory consolation.

He really felt that such a He Zishu was very good.

"He brought me into Leqing, but I wanted to fly solo?" He Zishu said softly.

If so, it makes sense.

This younger brother's behavior is indeed fatal.

The topic finally returned to the knot of "solo flight".

"People who don't remember anything are still guessing here? I said that Captain Lu is not an unreasonable person," Liu Xia pulled He Zishu up and pushed him into the bathroom, and the conversation suddenly changed: "But Neither are you."

"If I had to choose one, I would choose you."

When He Zishu changed his clothes and came out, Lin Jiaan and the others were already waiting at the door.

He looked around but didn't see Lu Jinchen.

My heart was relieved.

So he bowed his head in silence and followed Lin Jiaan out step by step.

"Brother Lu, he drove back first, and there is an announcement tonight." Xie Muran walked to his side at some point, and only said something hastily, then stopped and waited for Givenchy who was behind.

He Zishu was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Xie Muran to talk to him.

"Thank you." He Zishu smiled and nodded towards Xie Muran.

"Thank you, thank you for nothing, I don't know why!" Xie Muran's ear tips were so hot that he could almost drop some red, and he knocked on the phone screen without looking at He Zishu.

As if trying to hide something.

The corner of He Zishu's mouth twitched. His teammates... are actually quite cute.

Before he could feel the aftertaste of his teammates' love, he heard Givenchy's muffled "huh."

Demonstrate personally what it means to "sneer".

He Zishu decided to take back that sentence.

It's better to tidy up and die peacefully.

The author has something to say: Team Lu: Oh, once you wear a mask, no one will love you.