Chapter 73 Because I like to cry for him

   These words stopped Pei Yilan.

   She hesitated between confessing and not confessing. In a panic, she simply threw the question back.

"What do you think?"

   Jiang Ye looked into her eyes.

   He tried to feel the emotions she wanted to express, and asked uncertainly: "Because, you like me?"

  The words were all revealed, and Pei Yilan didn't mean to hide it.

   "Yes." She clutched the corner of her clothes nervously, but her eyes were firm: "I fell in love with you when we first met."

   Jiang Ye's heartbeat slowed for half a beat.

   It was the first time he encountered such a fiery confession, and when he didn't know how to respond, he chose to bow his head and choose to remain silent.

   Pei Yilan's reaction to him is not surprising.

   She handed the chopsticks to him and asked in a relaxed tone, "Jiang Ye, do you only consider me a friend?"

   "Yes." He answered succinctly.

   From the very beginning, he never thought of asking her for it in the name of 'love', let alone lying because she helped.

   "Then is it possible that you like me?"

   "I can't give you an accurate answer for the future." He was afraid that she had hope, and that he would slap her in the face in the future.

   Pei Yilan probably understood.

   Anyway, it was a long way to chase her husband, so she could only chase it slowly: "Eat first, it won't taste good after a while."

   "Hmm." Jiang Ye took the chopsticks she handed over.

   He picked up a piece of steamed pumpkin and savored the sweet fragrance. His depressed mood seemed to be relieved, which made him relax a lot.

   "Does your stomach still hurt?"

   "It doesn't hurt anymore."

   "Don't drink like that in the future." Pei Yilan poured some soup into the plastic bowl: "Everything is more about your body."

   "I don't usually drink alcohol, but this time was an exception."

   "You'll be admitted to the hospital with one exception. It's better not to have a second time."

   Jiang Ye hooked his lips slightly: "No." He also understood this time. Those who don't want to give him a chance will never give it.

   No matter how much he does and how much sincerity he shows, they will still treat him as a pug, and he will come and go as soon as he is called.

   Pei Yilan followed and laughed: "That's the best."

   She kept serving Jiang Ye with food, and in order to liven up the atmosphere, she would also tell him some interesting events in the PR department to make him happy.

   "Thank you for the script." While clearing the table, his sudden thanks made Pei Yilan pause for a moment.

   "Brother Feng told you?"

"My guess."

   "Don't be too stressed." She threw the takeaway box into the trash: "I didn't spend any money, I just asked a friend to help."

   "Is Zhouyan deep?"

"you recognize?"

   "He is very famous in the circle." Jiang Ye unscrewed the thermos cup: "I have no dealings with him, only met him a few times."

   "Is he famous for his scandals?"

"Not at all."

   He took two sips of water to moisten his throat: "Xinghe is a leading company in the entertainment industry, and there will definitely be more people following him."

   "Why didn't you enter Xinghe?"

   "When I entered the entertainment industry, I didn't know enough about the companies in the industry, so I signed the contract in a daze."

   "No wonder." Pei Yilan pulled away the chair.

   Speaking of this, she said bluntly: "I think your company is too pitiful, have you ever thought about changing it?"

   "I have thought about it." Jiang Ye had saved money for almost two years, just to break the contract: "I will talk to them again at the end of this year."

   Seeing that he had all planned, Pei Yilan didn't plan to offer any more help, so as to avoid causing his disgust.

   She looked at the script on the side: "Which role are you going to try in these two dramas?"

   "I haven't seen it yet."

   "Then you have to hurry up."

   "I will." Jiang Ye put the cup back.

   He caught her frequent peeking eyes and felt a little uncomfortable: "Where is the ski resort you said last time?"

   "Pro City."

   Pei Yilan has been waiting for his reply, and even Lin Jiao pushed it down because of this undecided matter.

  Of course...there is a reason for that.

   Unlike before, she hides the hope in her eyes: "If it is convenient for you, we will buy tickets in advance?"

   Jiang Ye did not agree immediately.

   In his heart, he wanted to think again: "Can I confirm with you after the audition results come out?"

"sure."

   Pei Yilan respected his ideas.

   She looked at the clock on the wall, guessing that he still had to read the script, and decided to leave: "I'll go home first, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"are you free?"

"not busy."

   Jiang Ye met those apricot eyes full of affection, and swallowed the words stuck in his throat: "Then be careful on the road, and tell me when you get home."

   "Okay." Pei Yilan closed the door of the ward.

   On the way home, she couldn't help calling Lin Jiao: "Jiaojiao, I just confessed to him."

  Lin Jiao pressed the TV pause button.

   She repeated the question twice, making sure she heard it right before opening her mouth: "What did he say?"

   "He said he treated me as a friend."

   Pei Yilan retells the previous conversation.

   She turned the steering wheel to the right and sighed, "Although I like his honesty, I'm still a little disappointed."

   "Loss is temporary."

  Lin Jiao tore off the mask attached to her face and wiped her fingertips: "You haven't known each other for a long time, it's normal for him not to be tempted."

   "Then when will he be tempted?"

   "…I don't know." She didn't know enough about men: "But you have to be prepared that he won't be tempted."

   "I don't want to do this kind of preparation."

   "Yilan, love is about love. If you have the mentality that he must respond, it will be more difficult for him to be attracted to you."

   Pei Yilan took a deep breath.

   She looked at the couples on the sidewalk and cheered up again: "Jiaojiao, I decided to chase him for a year first, if I can't catch up, I will give up."

   "One year?"

   "Do you think it's too short?"

   "No." She just couldn't believe it.

   Lin Jiao nibbled at the apple in her hand and gave her an idea: "Ask Qian Yue more, she is very good at getting men."

   "Is her outfit suitable for me?"

   "Whether it is suitable or not, you have to try it."

   "Also." Pei Yilan drove the car into the compound.

   She turned off the engine and parked in the parking space. She tapped the keyboard twice with her fingertips: "I'll wait for her to return to Lin City, and then ask her in person."

   "She won't be back until the end of next month."

   "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

   "Well." Lin Jiao hung up the phone after chatting.

   She clicked on the WeChat message sent by Yan Jingshun, replied with a good night emoji, and continued to play the unfinished costume drama.

   Maybe tonight's plot is more tragic.

   After she closed her eyes and fell asleep, she had another dream.

  The scene in the dream is still the ancient city.

   She sat in the square pavilion full of lotus flowers, holding the embroidery stick and embroidered the mandarin ducks stitch by stitch, so focused that she didn't even notice the person approaching.

   "Madam." A deep voice came to his ears.

   She looked up, and the smile on the corner of her mouth disappeared when the silver armor came into view.

   "What do you mean?"

   "There are bandits in the desert, and the emperor ordered me to go out on an expedition."

   He stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around her waist, full of guilt: "I don't know when I can see you when I'm gone. You must take good care of yourself."

   "Husband... can you not go?"

   Her eyes were red and her eyelashes were wet with tears: "You and I have been married for less than three months, and I don't want to be separated from you."

   "The imperial edict has been issued."

   He stroked the tears from the corners of her eyes.

  Rao had imagined this scene before, but when she cried, his heart still ached.

   "Then I will go to the desert with you."

   "Madam, don't be willful."

   There is a certain number of things, and he cannot change it.

   She knew.

   refused to accept this fact.

   "Wait for me to come back." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, and when he heard the sound of drums coming from outside the mansion, he pulled away from each other.

   She stared blankly at him leaving.

  Wait from day to starry night.

  Wait from the bloom to the fall.

  Wait from midsummer to severe winter.

   She thought that waiting day after day, year after year, could get the result she was looking forward to.

   But the bad news from the border broke her fantasy and completely dragged her into a swamp where she could not escape.

  …

  The day the corpse was brought back to Beijing.

   She asked someone to carry him back to the bedroom without authorization, pushing a chair and stool to block the door, isolating the world and the grief that resounded through the sky.

   "Husband." She sat on the edge of the couch and stroked his face, calling his voice no longer the joy it once had, only sorrow.

   She smiled and wept: "How about I come to accompany you?"

   The quiet environment seemed to echo.

  She, who couldn't wait for a response any longer, put on the hairpin he carved by himself, opened a section of the horn that was slumped down, and hugged his waist tightly.

  A porcelain vase fell to the ground as she turned.

The   brown liquid flowed along the bottle to the edge of the table, and the rolling bottle hit the corner of the table back and forth, making a hopelessly shallow sound.

  Everything in the mansion was covered with white gauze.

  The broken picture brought an end to this dream, but could not stop the tears from Lin Jiao's eyes.

   When she got into the car with her eyes swollen into walnuts, Pei Zhi frowned deeply.

   He asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

   "Had a dream."

   "What did you dream of crying like this?"

   "You died." Lin Jiao didn't tell him about their relationship in the dream, just summed it up in one sentence.

   She rummaged through the bag to find the air cushion, and patted her eyes a few times: "I will never watch costume dramas again."

   Pei Zhi smiled in a good mood.

   He smoothed the few dull hairs on the top of her head, and his eyes were gentle and unreasonable: "Dreams are fake, don't think blindly."

   "Hmm." Lin Jiao inhaled the tip of her nose.

   She took the steamed dumplings from him and chatted with him all the way to the company: "Look at my eyes, are you feeling better now?"

   Pei Zhi touched her eyelid with the pulp of her finger.

   "It's still a little swollen." He opened the screen of his phone and said with a natural expression, "I'll ask Qu Shao to send two bottles of ice water down, you can apply it."

  Lin Yan saw that there was enough time, so she didn't stop her.

   She adjusted the height of the seat, waited for Qu Shao to bring the ice water, then tilted her head back and put the bottle on her eyes for ten minutes.

   "Uncle, is it not obvious now?"

   "Not particularly obvious."

"That's good."

   Pei Zhi unfastened her seat belt.

   They took the elevator upstairs together. After parting, Qu Shao couldn't help but ask, "Boss, did you make her cry?"

   Pei Zhi raised the corners of his lips: "That's it."

   To avoid any doubts, let me first mention that the dream state in the text is not the number of words of water, and the reason will be revealed later. (_`)

  

  

   (end of this chapter)