Let me think about it

Chapter 49 48.47.46.45.44.

Nietzsche said that a person goes through three stages in life, the camel, the lion, and the baby.You suffered as a camel, attacked as a lion, and finally became a giant baby lying in a hospital bed with everyone.

Zheng Feng has reached the final stage ahead of schedule.

"Look, it's snowing outside again." The little emperor lay sickly by the window, and seemed to have entered a state of hibernation since the beginning of winter, doing nothing every day, walking barefoot in the fully heated room. In the room, she was wearing a fluffy sweater.

"Let's go for a walk." Li Yuan suggested to him lightly.

Zheng Feng glanced out the window, "No."

So Li Yuan didn't say anything more.

Master Chen's death was like an incision, with a click, cutting off Zheng Feng's connection with the outside world.

He didn't read the script again after returning from the funeral, and he didn't accept any interviews. Mr. Li visited him once, didn't say much, just told him to take good care of his body, but Zheng Feng didn't have any interest in urging him. Li Yuan took him to try various snacks, and he looked sick and listless.

Due to his long-term recuperation in City S, Li Yuan had no choice but to rent a house there.

The small place at least fulfilled Zheng Feng's previous wish to have a house here, with complete furniture and a small courtyard where the sun can shine. The previous owners were a gentle and loving couple.

Small bubbles appeared in the pot, and after a while, the sweet smell of hot milk came from the room.Zheng Feng sneaked out and took a look outside the door. Li Yuan sat on the sofa in the living room and read the documents sent by fax by his assistant, paying no attention to the movement from the kitchen at all.

Zheng Feng felt a little uncomfortable.

He has been working hard from the beginning, and he doesn't want to be felt as a hindrance to Li Yuan, but in the end it's still like this, isn't it?Li Yuan hasn't returned to ks for almost half a month, and he relies on this method to communicate with people in the company every day.

Zheng Feng felt that he had turned into a puddle of mud, and he couldn't get up the wall no matter how he helped.

"Ding dong." Just as she was thinking, the doorbell rang softly in the living room.

Li Yuan raised his head to take a look, stood up from the sofa and opened the door.

"Mom?" Zheng Feng heard Li Yuan's slightly surprised voice, "Why are you here?"

Auntie's iconic laughter immediately rang out: "Of course I came to play with you. I heard that you have moved to a new house. Our Sunset Red Drama Troupe just came here to perform square dancing. It's just the right time, place and people."

The aunt pushed Li Yuan away without saying a word, "Where is Zheng Feng? Where did my little Zheng Feng go?"

"Aunt." Hearing his name, Zheng Feng walked out of the bedroom listlessly, "I'm here."

"Oh my goodness." The other party walked over and squeezed his shoulder, "I was watching a pirated movie online the day before yesterday, why did you lose so much weight compared to the movie?"

Because the movie was filmed several months ago... Zheng Feng doesn't want to talk, compared to this aunt, you watch pirated movies or something is the point...

"Why don't you talk? Haven't you eaten yet?" The aunt showed a knowing smile, and rolled up her cuffs: "I bought fresh vegetables, and I have been learning about fried shrimp balls for a long time. Look at me. How can I show you a good hand today... Wait, what is this smell in the kitchen?"

A wisp of acrid gray smoke drifted slowly from the door.

Zheng Feng suddenly remembered: "It's broken, the milk is still hot inside."

"Oh, buy Karma." The aunt was surprised: "Then how do I make lunch?"

"..."

Looking at each other, the aunt thought for a while, then waved her hand, "Forget it, leave this place to Li Yuan, I will take you out to eat at noon."

"Uh, wait..." Zheng Feng was about to refuse, but the aunt had already taken out her mobile phone and called the restaurant.

"Hey, love Malatang? I want to reserve two seats!"

"..."

After Zheng Feng changed his clothes, he hadn't stepped out of the house for a long time, and when he suddenly came into contact with the chilly air, he couldn't help bending over and coughing.

The aunt glanced at him: "Youth is still the most important body. Look at the two of you, you are not as youthful as me."

"Auntie, I'm already 24 years old." Zheng Feng took a breath of fresh air, a thin layer of snowflakes was spread on the ground, and he stepped on it with his feet, creaking like a child laughing.

Although he is not too old, he is past the age of a boy.

As the aunt walked, she suddenly laughed: "I, I heard about your recent situation."

Zheng Feng's footsteps were startled, as expected...that's why he came here.

"I'm sorry, aunt, for troubling you." He lowered his head, "I'm really tired recently, probably because of my negative energy."

"Is it really negative energy?" The aunt stopped and looked at him lovingly, her beautiful eyes sparkling against the backdrop of snowflakes.

"Or Zheng Feng, what are you actually running away from?"

Zheng Feng suddenly raised his head.

"I have seen your previous itinerary. It seems that you have never had a chance to take a good rest since your debut." The aunt blinked: "Actually, you feel tired, right? Flowers, applause, fans, this is really easy. In the circle, being lifted up to the sky and then suddenly falling down, this kind of tossing back and forth several times is probably unacceptable to people with strong psychological quality."

Zheng Feng moved his lips, but found that he couldn't say a word.

In the loving eyes of the other party, he saw himself.That is, I always feel a lot of invisible pressure, and I always lose myself in the comments of the media.

"I don't know, I really don't know." He couldn't help taking a step back.

"I just think that during this period of time, I can not think about anything, and I can take it for granted and relax, because everyone thinks that we must be more considerate of Zheng Feng at this time. Even Li Yuan is by my side, even if the company is so busy. Stay here to take care of my daily necessities..."

"Aunt." Zheng Feng raised his head, "Am I being selfish in doing this?"

"Yes." The aunt thought about it seriously, "but I think everyone should have a chance to be as they please."

"Will there be people like Li Yuan?"

"Of course." The aunt narrowed her eyes, as if she was chasing memories from a long time ago, "When Li Yuan's father passed away, when he first entered the workplace and was not taken seriously, there was that girl named Xiaoxue ..."

The aunt laughed, "He used to do this no less than you."

"Although Li Yuan is very busy, he also chose to be with you at this time. Although "Jiangshan" is on hold, Mr. Li did not say that he will not use you anymore. Zheng Feng, self-willedness does not matter. It's scary, the scary thing is that you pretend to be willful because you dare not face the expectations that people have on you."

"When you're hurting yourself like this, don't you feel like you're hurting them too?"

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After returning from eating Malatang, Zheng Feng fell into deep thought again.

[Host, you haven't used your brain for many days, and even this system is a bit old]

[The system will also age?like people? ]

【Hmm... It's kind of like that, but it's not all. People will live, grow old, get sick and die, and there is no chance to restart, but we don't have life, at most it's just a long-term sleep in a virus】

[So you just forcefully drag people in to do tasks day after day? ] Zheng Feng thought for a while, [Aren't you bored? ]

[It’s kind of boring, that’s because our sick and charming boss from an alien planet is full of curiosity about human beings. He always wants to understand that since people will die no matter what, the meaning of fighting for it while alive lies in what? 】

[If you figure this out, you can go back and turn in the task to get paid? ]

【right】

[This is a bit of a philosophical question. ] Zheng Feng rested his chin and watched the sunset fall from the sky again.

[Although I can't tell you clearly now, I have a hunch that one day I will suddenly understand, and I hope it will not be too late by then. ]

[...You don't have time anymore, okay, the task is set for one year, although you are famous as the host, you haven't got the actor yet, orz]

Zheng Feng took a breath.

One year is 360 and five days, which is 760 hours. If you want to count from the time he traveled here...

Broken, Zheng Feng's heart skipped a beat.

This time I was really going back to Daqing and was struck by lightning.