The Actor Wants to Divorce

Feng Jin's face was calm, his eyes swept back and forth several times on the bank card and Lin Yan's face.

Then he smiled softly.

It was ironic, full of disdain and mocking laughter.

Lin Yan's heart was tightened a little bit, and he paused before saying, "I know you don't believe me. I think I will definitely disturb your life secretly and do something nasty to you and Wen Ruili..."

Feng Jin leaned on the head of the bed, his gaze slowly turned to the other side.

It seemed that even one more glance at Lin Yan would make the disgusting person vomit out by his hypocrisy.

Lin Yan was stunned for a long time, and then his voice calmly went on and said, "I have applied to a foreign school, and I am going to study business there."

Feng Jin's finger placed beside him gently tapped on the quilt.

Lin Yan laughed, "I will probably study for five years. Good luck, maybe even the Ph.D. exam... Anyway, I mean, in the past few years, I shouldn't come back again."

Feng Jin's fingers finally stopped.

"Really?"

"Really, the materials are already being processed. If it goes well, we can start next month."

Feng Jin nodded gently: "Then I wish you a smooth journey."

After he said this, the whole ward suddenly became quiet.

Lin Yan stared at Feng Jin's side face soaked in the sun, a heart, like a leaking balloon, sinking little by little.

Knowing that he wished to go far by himself, he was still expecting him to keep himself.

Lin Yan, what are you still asking for?

Lin Yan shook his head somewhat self-deprecatingly, took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and said: "I asked the doctor, you need to take care of the injury on your arm. You will not be able to exercise vigorously for the next half a year. If all the physical data are stable for the next three days, you can be discharged from the hospital."

Feng Jin said faintly.

Lin Yan clenched his fists, "I...will leave in the afternoon, I have already contacted... Wen Ruili, he will come over."

"Got it."

Lin Yan stared at Feng Jin, who had never reacted, and finally let go of the clenched fists on his side.

"I'll get you some food."

The door of the ward was closed gently.

Feng Jin leaned his head on the pillow and closed his eyes heavily.

Before long, Lin Yan walked in with a small bowl of hot porridge.

"I bought it in the morning and heated it up with a hospital microwave."

Lin Yan opened the small table, put the hot porridge on it, and handed Feng Jin a spoon.

Feng Jin took it silently, lowering his head, taking small bites.

Lin Yan's chest was blocked tightly, as if there were countless things to say, but he didn't know what to say.

Now that you decide to put it down, there is no need to go to the old accounts.

Feng Jin certainly didn't want to listen.

He thought for a long time before he asked, "Do you have any plans for the future?"

Feng Jin had a meal, swallowed what was in his mouth, and then replied, "I plan to go back to the entertainment industry."

"Don't you like being a star or filming, or I will help you..."

Feng Jin raised his head and looked at Lin Yan with a heavy gaze.

The smile at the corner of Lin Yan's mouth froze.

He forgot again, what Feng Jin does now has nothing to do with him.

Lin Yan's heart was sore and sore, and he smiled hard and said: "It's also very good, you have good acting skills, and you are still very young."

Feng Jin didn't speak either, just lowered his head and drank porridge silently.

─The bowl of porridge bottomed out, Lin Yan stepped forward to tidy the table.

"Xiao Jin..."

"I'm sleepy. Sleep for a while. When Ali comes, you call me."

Lin Yan's throat was blocked and his nose was sore, but in the end he nodded gently, "Okay, you go to sleep."

Feng Jin soon entered his dream.

Lin Yan tiptoedly sat down beside him, staring at that familiar face with sullen eyes.

Feng Jin's breathing was very gentle.

Long eyelashes trembled with his breathing, Lin Yan's heart twitched, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch his face.

He has a lot of words to tell Feng Jin.

For example... This time he went to the United States and he didn't plan to come back again.

He was afraid that he would be reluctant and unwilling, and would sneak back to find him again, disturbing his life again, so what he applied for was not a foreign school, but a foreign immigrant. If the procedures are completed, he will not be able to stay in the country in the future. After more than a month, it happened to be able to completely cut off his last thought.

He didn't want to do it that way, but he really...reluctant to bear it.

Lin Yan's hand rubbed Feng Jin's face and stopped. His eyes were red, and he stared at him for a long time before he smiled bitterly and slowly returned his hand. cm─7

went.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Ruili arrived on time.

Lin Yan and Wen Ruili were talking outside the ward. Feng Jin was lying on the bed, feeling uneasy, and suddenly heard the phone “Ding Dong one by one” on the bedside.

He picked up the phone and took a look, his eyes froze instantly.

That is an email reminder.

[Three days before A Yan’s birthday! Three days! 】

Feng Jin squeezed the phone tightly, breathing a little hard.

He has never had a birthday since he was a child, and he has no idea about birthdays. In the first year he was together with Lin Yan, he naturally forgot Lin Yan’s birthday. Lin Yan had a bad temper with him at that time. After that time, Feng Jin wrote Lin Yan’s birthday in a mailbox and converted it into a memo. When there are three days before Lin Yan’s birthday every year, he will receive an email reminder every day until Lin Yan's birthday is coming.

Feng Jin quietly looked at the phone screen, the line of small black words, like a ferocious beast, jumped out of the phone, rushed into his heart, biting fiercely...

He tightened his brows and tapped the screen with his finger.

Then I pressed the delete key.

As soon as he threw the phone aside, Wen Ruili and Lin Yan came in one after another.

The two men who had been diametrically opposed not long ago were much more polite at this moment.

As soon as Wen Ruili entered the room, he walked directly to the bedside, gently tucked the quilt for Feng Jin, and said softly: "All right?"

"Ok."

Wen Ruili sighed and touched his head: "No more foolish things in the future."

Feng Jin smiled obediently, "No way."

Lin Yan leaned against the door, squinted, with a complicated smile on his lips, taking all the intimate actions of the two men into his eyes.

When Wen Ruili remembered that there was another person here, Lin Yan had already disappeared.

Wen Ruili looked at the half-hidden door, frowned and said to Feng Jin: "He seems to be gone."

Feng Jin nodded: "Yeah."

Wen Ruili thought about what Lin Yan said to him just now, with a little caution, "He said he won't bother you again in the future."

"Hope."

"I think he is serious." Wen Ruili said, "I received a call from the hospital this morning and they told me to go back to work next week. He really stopped, right?"

Feng Jin was silent.

Wen Ruili looked down at him and chuckled, "Reluctant?"

Feng Jin laughed along with him, "Want to hear the truth?"

"Of course. Didn't you all reject me? You said that you only treat me as a big brother. If you really put it down, why are you embarrassed to refuse me such a sweet man?"

Feng Jin laughed out loud.

"It is indeed a bit reluctant. In my life, I have liked him alone, and I don't even like the soul. Some things are already stuck in the bones, and it is really not easy to forget."

Wen Ruili frowned: "What you are saying is that my heart is hairy. People who don't know think you will get back with him sooner or later,"

"No." Feng Jin shook his head: "No matter how strong and deep I feel for him, it will stop here. It really hurts to fall downstairs. I regretted it at the time, and I will live on."

"No more love?"

Feng Jin smiled, "Well, it's over."

Wen Ruili sighed again: "Okay, when you forget him one day, you will consider whether I can do it?"

Feng Jin nodded seriously: "If there is such a day, I will definitely consider you."

Lin Yan sat in the car at the gate of the hospital and stayed for half an hour. The whole car was full of smoke. He put down the car window and took a deep look at the high-rise buildings of the hospital before shaking his head. He chuckled twice and drove away.

The car stopped at a tattoo shop.

The boss, Ayu, is a friend of Lin Yan. He smiled when he saw Lin Yan: "Yo, Brother Yan, how come you have time to come and sit with me today."

Lin Yan glanced over the row of tools on the shelf, and said, "Take me a tattoo too."

"Okay, what's this, what do you want to get tattooed on?"

Lin Yan smiled: "Take a little monk."

"Huh? This is strange."

"Can you get a tattoo?" Lin Yan was impatient.

"Can you, let alone the monk, you just want a Tathagata Buddha tattoo, I can help you get it."

Ayu picked up the guy, "Brother, where is your tattoo?"

Lin Yan sat down on the stool, pulled off his tie, opened his neckline, and touched his collarbone with his slender fingers, "Just get tattooed here.

Ayu's teeth were sour, and his mouth became crooked: "Brother, are you going to hurt yourself to death?"

Lin Yan smiled heartily, tears coming out, "How can I unforgettable if it doesn't hurt? It just wants to increase my memory."

Ayu felt something was wrong: "Brother... are you okay?"

Lin Yan gradually closed his smile: "It's okay, Wen, I have something to do, I'm in a hurry."

"Hey, good."

─Months later, Lin Yan's immigration procedures were completed.

There was no need to inform anyone, and there was no farewell ceremony. On a certain early summer morning, Lin Yan flew to the other side of the ocean by herself.

Feng Jin's injury recovered after a month of careful recuperation. Except for his arm, he couldn't move, his whole body was full of vigor, as if it was a new spring.

During this period, the studio that Gu Qing had been preparing for a long time had been established and he became the boss.

Feng Jin was the first star signed by his studio. On the day of the official announcement, the entire Weibo was about to explode.

[Fuck, Feng Jin? This has been more than a year without news of Jin? 】

[I thought Feng Jin had something to do and was blocked. I actually signed Gu Qingrang's studio. 】

[Gu Qing makes awesome! 】

In addition to Feng Jin, Gu Qingrang also signed several young actors. Chen Guqing asked him to choose them. Gu Qingrang did not accept the vases. The young people had good looks and strong business ability.

Gu Qingrang also forced the little cub... Ah, no, Si Chen invited him back, hired him with a high salary, and asked him to bring new people.

Gu Qingrang's studio is listed on Weibo hot searches almost every day. In addition to the expectations of young newcomers and actors, there is another reason.

That is Jiang Yichen.

From the first day that Gu Qing let the studio was established, Jiang Yichen's Weibo style has changed dramatically.

[Jiang Yichen V: Forward @顾清让工作室V, new actor Qiao Zihan reports. 】

[Jiang Yichen V: Forward @顾清让工作室V, new singer Du Peiran. 】

[Jiang Yichen V: Forward...]

This can make the people who eat melon go crazy.

[Jiang Yichen is too funny, he helps Gu Qing diligently let the studio advertise every day. 】

[Jiang Yichen looks like he is putting a film on his mobile phone on an overpass. 】

[Unfortunately, Gu Qing has not followed Jiang Yichen on Weibo until now]

[Licking the humble dog. 】

[This pair does not look good anymore. 】

[Fuck, fuck, fuck? Gu Qing has paid attention to Jiang Yichen! 】

【no? 】

[Really concerned! Just returned! 】