Chapter 197 Love is weakness

After a long silence, he spoke again with a hoarse voice: "But Little Moon, I feel sorry for her." Zhou Jingwei was especially silent at night. When changing her dressing, he moved carefully and showed unspeakable pity.

Cheng Weiyue curled up on his knees. With a pair of clear and clean eyes open, she asked him what was wrong?

Zhou Jingwei said it was nothing, it was just that you were injured and I was afraid.

This was the first time Cheng Weiyue heard the word "hou fear" from Zhou Jingwei's mouth, with a slight tremor in the final sound.

So Cheng Weiyue raised her face and smiled at him, and said softly: "Zhou Jingwei, I'm fine, nothing happened at all."

Zhou Jingwei said he knew, paused, and said softly: "But I can't control myself."

He was not a person who worried about gains and losses before. It was only after he was with Cheng Weiyue that he became hesitant and easily afraid.

After all, it's just because he loves her.

Love makes people weak.

Cheng Weiyue didn't take this incident seriously, but when she woke up in the middle of the night, there was no one around her.

She was mostly awake from her sleep, and subconsciously got up to look for him.

There was a faint and exciting sound of piano in the study room.

Cheng Weiyue had never heard Zhou Jingwei play the piano. A gentle and noble person like him seemed more suitable to sit in a high place and enjoy the sound of the piano indifferently and indifferently.

And his piano sound shouldn't be so aggressive.

But this night, Cheng Weiyue stood at the door of the study, and through the faint moonlight coming from the window lattice, she saw Zhou Jingwei sitting silently and quietly in front of the piano. The moonlight carved his figure into a beautiful silhouette.

He was playing, very lonely.

Only then did Cheng Weiyue finally understand how much impact his injury had on him.

The moment the sound of the piano stopped suddenly, she walked towards him.

In the cold moonlight, she hugged him from behind, her face pressed against his back, and her voice could not be softer: "Zhou Jingwei..."

He spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "Did I wake you up?"

"The study door is closed, how could you wake me up? I woke up on my own." Cheng Weiyue hugged him tighter.

The latter seemed to sigh, turned around, and held her in his arms tenderly and lovingly.

People like Zhou Jingwei are careless, cold and willful. No one except Cheng Weiyue can see such a warm and soft side of him.

Cheng Weiyue heard his apologetic voice and he said, "Don't worry."

After a brief silence, Cheng Weiyue looked up at him: "Zhou Jingwei, can you tell me what you are afraid of?"

The moonlight is getting thicker, shrouding people like an airtight net.

Zhou Jingwei's lips rubbed against Weiyue's forehead, feeling cold and soft.

His voice was hoarse as he recalled the past: "Yueyue, do you know why I am so afraid of you getting hurt? Because getting hurt always reminds me of some very bad things."

"When I was seventeen, my mother suffered from a severe bipolar disorder. That year, she always banged her head against the wall when no one was paying attention to her. There was always blood on her head that had not dried up."

Cheng Weiyue subconsciously touched the back of her head.

She understood Zhou Jingwei's abnormality, and felt a faint sense of apology in her heart.

The most wrong thing in the world is to let the people who love you worry about you.

Cheng Weiyue understood this truth when she was very young.

But Zhou Jingwei just shook his head slowly, bent down slightly, and hugged her tightly without any gaps.

He said: "That's not your fault, it's my own inner demon."

"At that time, every time my mother got hurt, I would play the piano to calm her down. She refused to be approached by anyone, so only I could be by her side and approach her."

When Zhou Jingwei said this, he smiled bitterly: "But I don't know since when, the sound of the piano has become a tool for me to vent. In the airtight Zhou family, everything I say and do is required to comply with the standards, and the sound of the piano is one of them."

There aren’t many things that can go out of style.”

Cheng Weiyue listened quietly to Zhou Jingwei's words. She suddenly thought of something, and her tone became a little cheerful: "Zhou Jingwei, actually I can also play the piano."

There was finally a smile in the latter's eyes, and he followed her words and asked, "What can Yueyue play?"

Cheng Weiyue smiled slyly: "Do you want to hear it?"

Zhou Jingwei said so.

So in such a depressing night, Cheng Weiyue awkwardly touched the black and white keys with her fingers.

She was probably a little nervous, so she couldn't help but look at him and said, "Maybe I can't play well."

"How is that possible?" He kissed the side of her face and said softly, "The little princess can play everything well."

Cheng Weiyue's ears were visibly red.

She mentally prepared herself and pressed the first note.

It was almost out of tune. Zhou Jingwei listened hard and vaguely heard the twinkling melody in it.

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes showing a little more interest.

Cheng Weiyue finished playing a simple children's song, looked at Zhou Jingwei eagerly, and asked without confidence: "Okay...is it good?"

Zhou Jingwei said it nicely.

"Really?" Cheng Weiyue smiled brightly and said softly: "Zhou Jingwei, there will be many stars at night. You don't have to be afraid of the dark. I will always stay by your side."

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Monday arrived as promised, and Cheng Weiyue arrived at the second floor of Rainbow Media according to the location posted by HR.

The warm air hitting your face makes you dizzy, with a hint of spice.

Cheng Weiyue saw several young men and women dressed professionally and smartly sitting behind the desk.

One of the older women looked Cheng Weiyue up and down and said seriously: "Miss Cheng, right?"

Cheng Weiyue nodded and said: "Hello, I am Cheng Weiyue."

"Ms. Cheng is applying for a director position?" the woman flipped through the resume in front of her.

"Yes, I majored in directing in college."

The woman read the resume page by page with a satisfied smile on her face.

Her voice became much softer and she said slowly: "Ms. Cheng, I have read your resume before and just confirmed it again. You are very good. I just don't know if you are interested in experiencing other aspects of our company."

post."

Cheng Weiyue was stunned for a moment, a little caught off guard: "Excuse me...what is the position."

"Artist." The woman said in a very determined tone: "Ms. Cheng, your appearance is particularly outstanding. If you are willing, you can also be an artist in our agency. I am sure that you will become popular in time."

Cheng Weiyue's smile deepened and she spoke in a gentle tone: "First of all, thank you for your recognition of me, but this is not my ambition. I want to be a director."

The woman shook her head sadly, and couldn't help but advise and remind: "If you become a director, this road will only be more difficult. Miss Cheng, the competition in the entertainment industry is fierce, and it is more difficult for female directors to get ahead than male directors."
Chapter completed!