The Actor Wants to Divorce

"Not dead? Then... where is the other person?"

Jiang Yichen paused for a few seconds: "In the hospital."

Fu Ran and Lin Yang went to the hospital that day, Lin Yang told him that Lin Yan had become a vegetative, and he had no better choice. He had to start a family with a woman.

Fu Ran was mad.

He slapped him and walked away.

The two were completely separated.

"Lin Yan became a vegetative. Generally speaking, a vegetative who has been in a coma for more than half a year has a very low probability of waking up. He will probably be like this for a lifetime."

Gu Qing let out a snorted snorted, "Deserve it, let him bully Feng Jin so much before, and if I die, I still think it's cheap for him! I wish he would meet a black-hearted caregiver who tortured him every day and became a present-day Rongma. Stabbed his tortoise grandson to death!"

Jiang Yichen squinted at him, "If Feng Jin knew about this..."

Gu Qing let him rush forward and hold Jiang Yichen's mouth; "Hey, let Feng Jin not know about this! He is suffering from repeated illnesses and can no longer be stimulated anymore."

Jiang Yichen frowned, "I just think that although Lin Yan has made a mistake, the sin is not dying."

Gu Qing was unhappy when he heard these words: "Why, feel bad for Lin Yan? How did that **** treat Feng Jin before, did you eat Quan Wei?"

Jiang Yichen hooked Gu Qingrang's waist and pulled the person back a little bit with a low voice, "I didn't mean to excuse him. It's just that... I, like him, did stupid things and hurt my favorite person." Isn’t it good for us to be like this? Lin Yan and Feng Jin may not be impossible.”

"Stop it." Gu Qing darkened his face and pushed Jiang Yichen away coldly: "I tell you, Jiang Yichen, I forgive you because you take care of my father. Jin was tortured into schizophrenia. I don’t care what Lin Yan was for. Now I’m lying in the hospital. If I hurt, I’m hurt. Forgive or not forgive Feng Jin has the final say. Lin Yan didn’t sell you to a nightclub to accompany you , Feng Jin’s injury did not hurt you, and you are not qualified to give Lin Yang a chance."

Jiang Yichen's face stiffened a bit, and he stretched out his hand to wrap Gu Qingrang's waist, frowning, "I was wrong, don't be angry."

When Gu Qingrang saw him with a good attitude, he felt a little more relieved, "Did you make breakfast?"

Jiang Yichen let out a deep "um".

"What have you done?"

"Today Wednesday, bacon meat with fried eggs, boiled broccoli, according to your request, less oil, the eggs are half-ripe, no salt. Honey lemonade is also soaked."

Gu Qing blinked, patted Jiang Yichen's head, and smiled "goodbye."

Gu Qing let Piao go to the bathroom to wash, Jiang Yichen rubbed his hair and frowned.

I seem to have seen the expression of Agen just now.

Ok.

It seemed like he was touching the dog's head.

Feng Jin cultivated at home for a whole week.

After taking the medicine on time, his condition improved a lot, and the strange sounds and shadows that entangled him also disappeared.

Even Xiao Tao kept boasting, "Feng Feng, your complexion has improved a lot recently!"

Feng Jin smiled embarrassedly, "Because I don't have insomnia anymore."

Good sleep, regular diet, plus Feng Jin’s physical foundation is good, young and naturally recovering quickly.

After confirming that his condition was all right, he called Gu Qingrang and said that he hoped to return to work soon.

Although Gu Qing was uneasy, but couldn't bear Feng Jin's persistence, he could only agree in the end.

Then he gave Feng Jin a few variety show books and asked him to choose the one he liked.

Feng Jin picked a gourmet program from it.

One week before the variety show started shooting, Feng Jin planned to do his homework in advance. He took his wallet and prepared to buy a recipe and study it back. Who knew that when the door opened, he happened to ran into someone.

It was Lin Yang who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Lin Yang seemed to have been lingering at the door for a long time. Seeing Feng Jin's expression was a little unnatural, his knocking hand froze in the air, and after a while he retracted it, silently inserting it into his trouser pocket.

"Feng Jin. Long time no see."

"Long time no see." Feng Jin smiled: "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

"it is good."

After Lin Yang entered the room, Feng Jin poured him a glass of water, and said embarrassingly: "Sorry, I was filming on the day of your wedding, so I couldn't participate."

Lin Yang waved his hand: "It's okay, and it's not a wedding worth remembering, so you don't have to go."

Regarding the changes that occurred at Lin Yang's wedding, Feng Jin only told hearsay, he didn't go on asking carefully, and replied: "What can you do with me today?"

"Feng Jin, I know I shouldn't bother you again." Lin Yang sighed, "Whether you say I am selfish or shameless, I admit it, Lin Yan is my brother.

Brother, I don't want to give him up. "

Feng Jin was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Lin Yang squeezed the back of his hand and took a deep breath, "Xiao Yan is not dead."

"Pop" one by one

The cup in Feng Jin's hand fell heavily to the floor.

The splashing water inside wets Feng Jin's trousers.

Lin Yang stared at the broken glass for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "I'm hiding it from you, because this is Xiao Yan's wish. Before his accident, he told me that no matter what happened to him, he Don't bother you..."

Lin Yang shook his head: "I'm sorry, I know I am not qualified to ask you anything, but he is my own brother, I can't be cruel, so I just give him up. So..."

Feng Jin looked pale, "Brother Lin Yang, you don't need to say any more."

Lin Yang was silent, then nodded, took out a business card from his pocket and put it on the coffee table.

"After Xiaoyan's accident, he has been recuperating here. If you have time, go and see. He doesn't know anyway."

Lin Yang finished speaking, put down the water cup, stood up gently, bowed to Feng Jin, and then left.

Feng Jin did not move for a while.

He originally thought he would be ecstatic when he heard the news that Lin Yan was still alive, but it seemed that there was nothing but the lightness and comfort in his heart.

He got up, cleaned up the broken glass on the ground, and then pinched the business card left by Lin Yang.

Looked blankly for a while.

Then he changed clothes and went to the flower shop downstairs to buy a bunch of flowers for visiting patients.

Then I got in the car and went to the nursing home.

The nurse was surprised to see Feng Jin.

"Are you here to see Mr. Lin Yan?"

Feng Jin was a little embarrassed, his ears were red: "Can't celebrities come to such a place?"

The nurse smiled and said repeatedly: "No, no, I'm just a little surprised that there will be other people coming to see Mr. Lin Yan."

Feng Jin: "What?"

The nurse thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "Mr. Lin Yan has been in our nursing home for ten months, right? You are still the first person to see him besides his elder brother."

Feng Jin was a little surprised: "It's been so long...Is there no one else to see him?"

The nurse sighed, "No, his parents are not in good health. In fact, his eldest brother does not come too often. It seems that he is too busy at work. When he is free, he can come twice a week. If he is busy, he will not come a month. It's all possible..." The nurse sighed as she said, "In fact, it doesn't matter if he comes or not. Anyway, for Mr. Lin Yan, he doesn't know anything..."

Feng Jin's heart "gawked", "What do you mean? What's wrong with him?"

The nurse's eyes enlarged: "Don't you know? Hey, come with me, and I will take you there."

The nurse took Feng Jin to Lin Yan's ward.

Feng Jin probably never thought of this in his life, but he saw Lin Yan again in such a way.

He stood on the edge of the bed, desperately reverberating in his mind, but he couldn't overlap the quiet, pale, thin and somewhat disorganized man on the hospital bed with the high-spirited man in his impression. .

The nurse stepped forward and pulled Linyan on the quilt, feeling regretful: "I heard that he is not twenty-five years old, so young, when he first came, he still had some flesh on his body. It was a pity that he looked like a spiritual guy."

Feng Jin almost blurted out, "When will he wake up?"

"Wake up?" The nurse smiled and shook her head. "I have been working here for decades, and I haven't seen any vegetative that can wake up. That is called a miracle. How many miracles can there be in this world?"

The nurse looked around cautiously and lowered her voice, "But don't tell his brother about that. The two brothers seem to have a deep relationship...but it's useless no matter how deep the bed is. There is no dutiful son on the bed for a long time. When his brother gets married and starts a business, he will get married and have children, and he will have his own family..."

The nurse pointed to the person on the bed, and her voice rustled: "This is a cumbersome! If you take it back without eating, you will be starved to death in three or five days. Anyway, he won't cry or cry."

The nurse began to wipe Lin Yan's body.

Feng Jin only felt that he was stuffed with cotton in his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

He couldn't stay here for more than a moment, as if a second longer, a sense of squeezing that made him desperate came from all directions.

Feng Jin squeezed his fist and ran out of the ward panting.

Leaning on the wall with his back, like a drowning fish, breathing heavily, his entire back is soaked with cold sweat.

Fifteen minutes later, the nurse walked out of the ward.

Seeing Feng Jin, he smiled lightly, "Are you scared?"

Feng Jin bit his lip.

"Normal, a vegetative life can't take care of itself. Some vegetatives can open their eyes, but they just don’t respond. That's scary, the living dead—like. Just get used to it." The nurse laughed: "I've done it all. , Do you want to go in and see him?"

Feng Jin shook his head: "No, I know that he is still alive, my wish is over."

After speaking, Feng Jin turned and left.

Walking out of the nursing home, the mountains were surrounded by layers of clouds, reflecting the red half of the sky, which was particularly dazzling.

Feng Jin stared at the red cloud in the original place and exhaled deeply.

future……

─It will definitely get better and better, right?

─Definitely.

A few days before Christmas in December, Gu Qing did not know where he retrieved some Christmas decorations, and pulled Jiang Yichen to rearrange his home.

Jiang Yichen held a Santa Claus hat and looked at Gu Qingrang who was climbing on the ladder, and couldn't help but said: "Be careful, don't fall, don't yell to me if it hurts."

Gu Qing let a Christmas boot in his hand, stretched out his arm to hang on the chandelier.

"You won't follow me if I fall?"

Gu Qing asked to tilt his head, hung up things three times, and then ran down again.

"Where do you want to put this hat?"

Gu Qing let grabbed the hat and forced it to put it on Jiang Yichen's head.

Two hands hooked his neck, "Santa Claus, do you have any gifts for your little cutie on Christmas?"

Jiang Yichen breathed tightly, and his Adam's apple slid up and down twice: "I."

"Hey, so shameless." Gu Qing let his heart "bang", swam his hat down for him, and then ran up the ladder again.

Jin Zhan"

Jiang Yichen's heart trembled, and both hands opened to protect him and prevent him from falling.

"Jiang Yichen, go and help me get that Christmas tree!"

Gu Qing let his head up, and he talked and laughed with Jiang Yichen a second, but suddenly felt a warm liquid pouring out of his nasal cavity the next second.

He hurriedly covered it, and looked down at the crimson blood in his palm.

Gu Qing was shocked and stunned for a while.

Jiang Yichen took the Christmas tree and just walked over one by one