At the end of November, Gu Congli received a call from Gu Lin.

He didn't have the habit of saving numbers, and there were only a few mobile phone numbers in his address book. Gu Congli was still in the editorial office, walked out of the conference room, and picked up the phone casually: "Hello."

The other party was silent for a while, then slowly said: "It's me."

Gu Congli paused in his steps.

The editorial department routinely worked overtime. As soon as they left the conference room, there was a lot of noise and phone calls. Gu Congli didn't say anything, and everything was quiet there.

After a few seconds, Gu Lin asked: "Where are you? Why is it so noisy?"

"Go to work," Gu Congli walked back to the table, put down the things in his hands, leaned back in the chair, and turned on the computer, "What can I do?"

"Work?" Gu Lin repeated slowly, "What are you doing now."

Gu Congli smiled, looked at the computer desktop, and said in a lazy tone: "Don't you know what I am doing?"

There's no way he doesn't know what he's doing now.

Gu Congli has always felt that he is very similar to Gu Lin.

The power of blood is terrifying. Since he was a child, he felt that he was exactly the same as Gu Lin in some ways.

Certain thoughts, emotional indifference to things you don’t care about, and an overly extreme desire to control.

He is the king who holds imperial power, and no one in the land can disobey him.

Gu Congli felt that his illness seemed to be milder than his.

At least not to the point where there is no cure.

Gu Lin was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "I went to see your mother."

Gu Congli had a meal.

He leaned back in the chair, his smile disappeared without a trace, his lips tightened, and his eyes narrowed: "Who told you to go?"

Gu Lin didn't seem to care about her son's bad tone at all, and continued calmly, without sounding any emotional ups and downs: "My assistant told me, did you take her out?"

Gu Congli raised the corners of his lips coldly and said softly: "Your assistant is really well-informed."

He had it taken out half a year ago, there was no way he didn't know about it.

Gu Lin sighed, seeming to complain that his son's willfulness made him a little distressed: "You shouldn't have taken her out, she got the best treatment there -"

"Crazy." Gu Congli hung up the phone.

He sat in silence for ten minutes, then suddenly stood up, grabbed his coat and car keys, turned around and walked out.

After getting in the car, he called Aunt Cao.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very noisy. There was a woman screaming, and there was the sound of tables and chairs overturning. Gu Congli couldn't tell what was being said.

The next second, someone snatched the phone away, and then there was silence.

Bai Lu's soft voice came softly: "Ali, I dreamed that your father was here today."

Gu Congli pursed his lips and said nothing.

Bai Lu was there, smiling softly: "I dreamed that he was standing at the door. He saw me, then turned around and left."

"I talked to him, but he ignored me," she said aggrievedly and incoherently. "It was obviously in a dream, but why didn't he ignore me? I said he was really here, but they all said no, they were lying.

people."

"Ali, Ali, when will you get out of school? Mom baked a cake for you. If you don't come back, it will be cold. It won't taste good if it's cold."

Gu Congli's throat was so dry that he couldn't say a word.

He closed his eyes and said calmly: "Mom."

Bai Lu was still talking cheerfully: "I baked an apple tart for lunch today. I put in a lot of apples and there was a piece left. Mom kept it for you and didn't let anyone else eat it. I wanted to wait for you to come back and try it."

taste."

"Are you going to see a doctor?"

The woman's voice stopped abruptly.

Gu Congli said patiently: "You are sick, just like a cold. If you have a cold, you need to see a doctor. Once you see it, you will be fine. I will take you to see a doctor, okay?"

"I didn't..." she murmured, and suddenly started to cry softly, "I didn't, I don't want to see a doctor, and I'm not sick, why should I go see a doctor? Ah Li, Ah Li, you don't want a mother either?

"

"You don't want me anymore, you don't want me either! You want to send me away too!"

She screamed, and the next second, she hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, Aunt Cao called: "Madam just took a sedative and is asleep now."

Gu Congli raised his head, leaned back in the car, and said lightly "Yeah".

Aunt Cao sighed: "The treatment should be done slowly and not in a hurry. She is indeed quite resistant to this aspect now. You still need to tell her about this kind of thing. Our words will definitely not work."

"I know." Gu Congli's tone was still calm, and no emotion could be heard.

Aunt Cao sighed and said a few more words before she was ready to hang up. Before hanging up, she suddenly called him.

Gu Congli didn't answer.

Aunt Cao hesitated for a moment and then said: "You should also pay attention to yourself and don't put too much pressure on yourself. It will be fine."

Gu Congli sat in the car, lowered his eyes, and suddenly smiled.

Such a deformed family.

Such an abnormal father and mother.

There is probably another version of myself that is also not normal.

Shi Yin observed Liang Qiushi for two whole weeks and finally determined that something was indeed wrong with him.

More than just a little, there was simply something wrong with him. Shi Yin felt that he must have fallen in love before and his IQ dropped to minus five, so he didn't notice it.

For example, there are no more fruits and snacks from Comrade Liang Qiuqiu in the refrigerator, and there is no more nonsense during the break after finishing a page of storyboards. Liang Qiushi has become much quieter. Sometimes Shi Yin even feels

, he was deliberately avoiding her.

Finally, that afternoon, Shi Yin couldn't help it. After Liang Qiushi passed her a page of storyboard background drawings and the perspective errors appeared again, she looked at him and asked quietly: "Qiuqiu, are you talking about this?"

Are you in love?"

Assistant Xiaoyu: "Eh?!"

Liang Qiushi almost choked on her saliva: "I didn't. What kind of question did you ask all of a sudden?"

Shi Yin blinked: "Then what's on your mind?"

Liang Qiushi was expressionless: "No."

Shi Yin nodded, clicked a few pictures, threw everything he had just handed over to him, and put down the pen: "Okay, just as a friend, I care about you. Since you don't want to talk, then I will

Just as the one who hired you and paid you your salary, your boss."

She leaned back in her chair: "This kind of low-level mistake has happened more than once or twice. The background characters, perspective, and dots are all a mess. If you really have something on your mind and can't concentrate, either tell me or pick up a pen.

You should sort it out and digest it yourself before coming here, so that it doesn’t affect the serious business."

Shi Yin said unceremoniously: "You have been my assistant for almost two years. You should not make mistakes of this level over and over again. Let's forget it once or twice. For several weeks in a row, it has been the same."

In this way, Xiaoyu's background characters are now better than you."

The little fish whose name was called looked at this and that, feeling that now was not the time to accept praise happily.

Liang Qiushi's face didn't look very good either. He was silent for a while and suddenly whispered: "As you know, I have been your assistant for almost two years."

Shi Yin frowned and sighed, his voice sounding a little weak: "Qiuqiu, I hope you can draw your own work one day, but this is not the working state that a cartoonist should have."

"Then what kind of working conditions should a cartoonist have?" He asked, "Don't you yourself always put off drawing until the end? Is this the correct and good working condition of yours? I did it.

I have been your assistant for almost two years, and I have always taken care of you. I am not doing it for the extra salary you give me. I am not short of money, but I have not always wanted to be an assistant. I also want to have my own life.

fans and works.”

Shi Yin was stunned.

Liang Qiushi smiled: "What am I thinking, have you noticed? I also participated in the previous newcomer award, but was rejected in the second round. You don't know this, right? In your heart, I will always be just you.

I'm just an assistant, do you think I also have the desire to draw my own things?"

The air was stagnant, and the assistant next to him, Xiaoyu, silently shrank to the corner, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.

Shi Yin paused for two seconds before saying: "I didn't think you were just my assistant... I told you on the first day we met, tell me when you will have your own work, and I will definitely tell the editor

Introducing you."

"No need," Liang Qiushi turned his head again, looked at the PS on the computer, and said calmly, "It's my fault because my personal problems have affected the quality of my work. I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

Shi Yin frowned, feeling something was wrong, but Liang Qiushi clearly didn't want to talk any more, so Shi Yin had no choice but to continue working.

Liang Qiushi did adjust his condition. The revised storyboards were flawless and the efficiency was improved. When the two of them left in the evening, he looked calm and couldn't see anything wrong.

Shi Yin wanted to ask him to stay and have a good chat, but looking at his expression, he felt that today was not a good time either.
To be continued...