The Actor Wants to Divorce

The Filipino servant knocked on the door for two or three minutes before a heavy and messy footstep came from the house.

Then, the door was pulled open from the inside, and a puff of alcohol came out instantly.

Lin Yan was wearing black trousers and a black sweater, holding the door frame swayingly with his bare feet and leaning up, still carrying a bottle of half-drinked wine in his hand.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the Filipino maid for a while, then looked up and took a sip of wine.

"Mr. Lin, I'll clean the room."

The Chinese language of the Filipino maid is not very good.

Lin Yan said something vaguely, then rubbed his messy hair, staggered to the sofa with a wine bottle, and threw himself in. He poured the wine while groping for the remote control of the TV. Device.

The empty wine bottles on the coffee table were overturned by his "hulahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", and one of them fell on the floor and was listed as fragments.

Lin Yan stepped on her foot, frowned in pain, lowered her head and glanced down, seeing the red blood pouring out of the soles of her feet, and her brows were frowning tighter.

He seemed to be in trouble, shook his head and put his feet back, sat cross-legged on the sofa, ignoring the bleeding injuries, pressed the remote control to find the channel he wanted, and then sat motionless. He stared straight at him.

The Filipino maid cleaned up the bedroom, cleaned the study and bathroom, and then came out to clean up the living room, only to find Lin Yan's feet bleeding.

"Mr. Lin... Are you injured?"

Lin Yan was stunned, turned his head to look at the hurried Filipino servant, and then remembered something, looked down at his feet, "Oh, it's okay."

After speaking, he turned his gaze back to the TV.

The Filipino maid went to the storage room and took the medicine box, found the bandage and disinfectant, and returned to Lin Yan to treat his wounds.

There was a constant noise from the TV.

The Filipino servant couldn't help but glanced up, and sure enough, it was the young star again.

Her employer seems to like this boy named "Feng Jin" very much. Apart from drinking, what Mr. Lin likes most is to watch TV shows, interviews, variety shows of this little star on TV...

When she cleaned the house, she also packed up a lot of posters and magazines of the star.

Once, when she saw that it was stained with ink and was about to throw it away, Lin Yan rushed to the trash can in a panic, took the poster back, hugged it in her arms pale, and muttered something in her mouth. Hidden back to the room.

The Filipino servant did not understand that there are still such star-chasers in the world. They are all grown-ups, and how crazy they are like children.

Besides, is this little star really so good?

I was curious, so I couldn't help but glanced at the TV.

In the picture, the star named Feng Jin is playing a game with a gentle and shy smile on his face.

"It looks pretty, right?"

A hoarse voice suddenly rang in his ears.

The Filipino servant was shocked, a little surprised.

It has been almost half a year since she came to work here. In my impression, this is the first time Lin Yan took the initiative to talk to herself.

She nodded quickly.

"His name is Feng Jin."

Lin Yan tapped his finger on the TV screen: "I like him very much."

The Filipino servant nodded again, his eyes a little confused.

This like

Is it the kind of like between men and women?

Before she could understand, Lin Yan lazily leaned on the back of the sofa, his mouth bends, hoarsely said: "Jin, Jin Ye, sunrise, everything enters."

The Filipino servant didn't understand this, but just lowered his head to help Lin Yan bandage the wound.

Lin Yan seemed to be talking to himself, "His father wanted him to be a person who chased the sun, so he named him Feng Jin. His birthday is July 7th and he is 21 years old this year. His favorite color is Blue, because he said that blue is pure, he likes cats, because he is reserved and noble. He doesn't like to eat fish, he doesn't like to go to crowded places... He has a mole on the inside of his index finger, and his phone number is 13..."

Lin Yan sat alone and chattered for a long time.

After the Filipino servant had bandaged his wound, he stopped, and his Adam's apple rolled gently twice.

"Thank you."

The Filipino servant shook his head quickly.

Lin Yan stared at the bow tied to his feet and smiled: "He also tied me before. I thought it was quite naive. Now that I think about it, he was only 16 years old. Isn't he still a child? "

The Filipino servant made two gestures in the air.

"Go to him?"

Lin Yan smiled again and looked at the TV again.

It was a large-scale live-action love variety show that was broadcast three days ago.

Feng Jin is in it, **** as a couple with a mature and attractive actor in his thirties, and is sought after by fans.

Lin Yan looked at the pair who were eating dinner, and said nothing.

The phone in his pocket shook twice.

Lin Yan took it out and put it next to his ear.

Inside, there was immediately "sensational boom" music and vibrations.

"Shao Lin! Come out and play! Anermai Speedway, are you here?

The noisy voice on the phone changed, "Lin stays at home for a day, so people won't come!"

Lin Yan smiled, cursed an **** and went back: "Wait, I'll be there soon."

Seeing Lin Yan got up to leave, the Filipino servant was a little anxious, and followed Lin Yan to stop him.

Lin Yan drew a stack of money from her purse and put it in her palm: "Go home after cleaning."

Leaving the apartment, Lin Yan drove straight to the Anmeier Circuit.

He came here for more than half a year and tried to let go of everything and live again.

But his heart always felt that something was missing, it was empty, and countless spirits poured in every day, and he couldn't concentrate his concentration. The whole person was like a dead body, numb.

He even gradually felt that the time he was awake was like a kind of torture.

He wants to go back, wants to return to his own place, wants to meet that person, and hug him.

One night, he was tortured by this desire almost crazy, and could no longer bear it. When he recovered, he had packed his luggage and booked the plane ticket.

He stood at the airport where people came and went, listening to the "Passenger please board the plane in time" sounded from the airport, and for a moment he felt like he was slapped awake.

What qualifications does he have to go back?

He seemed to understand Feng Jin at that time, why he would rather stay in a mental hospital, let the sickness devour his sobriety and reason a little bit, rather than stay by his side to face him.

Because being sober is really too painful.

This kind of overwhelming yearning is like a poison, soaked in the bones of Lin Yan, turned into thousands of tiny insects, burrowing into the body all over the place.

He started to numb himself with alcohol, and fell asleep day and night.

Depressed and ruthless, I went out racing with Hupengou friends and had fun.

He thought that one day he would come out.

How difficult can it be to forget a person.

Feng Jin can do it, why can't he do it?

As soon as Lin Yan got out of the car, the owner of the racetrack stepped forward to greet him with a smile.

"Shao Lin, whoops, you are here. Why are you so drunk?"

"Don't talk nonsense, where's my car? Tell someone to make me ready." Lin Yan took out the banknote and threw it over, with a cigarette in his mouth, smiling: "I am in a good mood today. Run a few laps to open your eyes to you bastards."

"Shao Lin, how much do you drink? It rains at night and the road is slippery. I am going to close this place..."

Lin Yan kicked it impatiently, "What the hell! Is it possible for me to buy a coffin if I am dead? Get my car quickly."

The boss wrinkled, and while calling someone to help Lin Yan pick up the car, he secretly called Lin Yan's group of fox friends.

"You guys are true too. Okay, why did he call over? People walk around. If something goes wrong, how can I explain to Lin's family?"

A few friends disagreed, "Oh, it's definitely okay for Brother Lin, isn't it Brother Lin?"

Lin Yan had already reached the side of the car, put on his helmet, got into the car, only to hear a "bang one by one", the red racing car was already like an arrow from the string, suddenly rushing far.

The boss shook his head: "Sooner or later I will kill my life."

After a while, Lin Yan drove back.

Someone glanced at the timer and shouted excitedly: "Five minutes and seventeen seconds, Brother Lin, you are three seconds faster than last time!"

Lin Yan pushed the car door and swayed down, "Today is in good condition."

"Brother Lin, how do you drive so fast? Teach us?"

Lin Yan strangled the man's neck, "If you are not afraid of death, of course you will drive fast, you try?"

"Don't, Brother Lin, my wife is still pregnant, I have a family and a mouthful, how can you be like Brother Lin, you are all alone and happy."

Lin Yan opened his half-squinted eyes slightly, his eyes turned from hot to a little bit cold.

The smile at the corner of his mouth gradually faded, he lowered his head and murmured and repeated: "Yeah, how can I be alone?"

"Dote has a family and a mouth, but I don't have any...I don't have anything."

The friend patted Lin Yan on the shoulder: "Brother Lin, are you okay?"

Lin Yan returned to his senses, "It's okay, let's go, and have a drink. Today I have a treat."

Back home drunk, Lin Yan fumbled for a long time to open the door, and fell into the living room staggeringly.

Just lying down on the sofa, he was picked up directly by a hand.

He dumbly recognized Lin Yang and called out "Brother?" in a dumb voice.

Lin Yang slapped him over.

Lin Yan was beaten up.

Lin Yang looked at his unsatisfactory brother in a rage, gritted his teeth: "Lin Yan, look at what you are now? Lin Yan's eyes are red, and his voice seems to have been sharpened by a blunt knife, "What are you doing? You guys, why can't you get through with me one by one. He pushed Lin Yang away, walked heavily towards the bedroom, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

Lin Yang's brain was aching suddenly.

Sitting on the sofa, thinking for a long time, then took out the phone, there was a text message from the assistant.

[Mr Lin, I have found the number of the star you asked for. 】

Lin Yang pressed that number and dialed it.

Soon, the phone was connected, and a gentle and obedient voice floated over.

"Hello, who may I ask?"

Lin Yang squeezed the phone tightly: "Hello, Mr. Feng Jin, isn't it? My name is Lin Yang, and I am Lin Yan's brother."