My Blind Actor [Entertainment]

The doctor finally sterilized him and took him inside.

He Lingsheng wanted to touch Ruan Zhe's face, but the doctor blocked him.He Lingsheng understood.Neither the oxygen mask nor the tube could move.

He nodded unobtrusively, sat on the ponytail beside the bed, groped along the sheet beside the bed, and finally touched Ruan Zhe's hand.

The doctor quickly reminded him that he had a drip in his hand.

He Lingsheng touched Ruan Zhe carefully, and Ruan Zhe's body temperature like a small stove all year round had almost faded away. The moment He Lingsheng grabbed Ruan Zhe's fingertips, his heart suddenly suffocated.

He didn't dare to think about what would happen if Ruan Zhe couldn't wake up like this.

The last thing he said to Ruan Zhe was "Are you a waste?".

Obviously not, he is also working hard.

He Lingsheng felt that Ruan Zhe was greedy, and he was not even allowed to "like" others.But why not himself.People who love deeply can't say "I don't care about your past at all".

He Lingsheng had never been so afraid of someone leaving him alone.Not even the day the teacher died in front of him.And he was even more afraid, afraid that Ruan Zhe would be like the teacher. He was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't see his face. Don't stay either.

"Don't you want to hear me say 'I miss you'? I say 'I miss you' now, you..." He Lingsheng shook his head, buried his face in Ruan Zhe's hands, his body trembling.

The world was spinning like a dick, black and red flying around in front of my eyes, and finally fell into the darkness with a "boom".

That dream has not come to him for a long time.

The stench spread over the surface, the yellow pot on the floor was turned upside down, and the boiled noodles in it were spilled on the concrete floor. It was already stinking and hairy, mixed with the smell of human vomit and low-quality cigarettes, and it made my brain sick.

The afternoon sun was just right, drawing regular shapes in the foul-smelling room, and flying dust passed through the light beam quietly.

There was a slight sound at the door, and He Lingsheng turned his head. The little girl sneaked in from the door with her super small schoolbag dangling on one shoulder. She was as thin as if she was dangling in a sack.

He Lingsheng stood up, picked up the little girl and placed her on the somewhat collapsed sofa, planed the melon seeds and peanut skins on the sofa with his hands, and cleared out a place that could still be seen.

The little girl called "Brother" crisply, and He Lingsheng pretended to be an adult and stroked her somewhat messy hair, "What's wrong?"

The little girl timidly said: "I gave my ten yuan to a brother today. He said he would buy a scarf for his father in America as a gift, but he didn't have enough money, so I gave him my own money..."

"Then is he enough?" He Lingsheng asked with raised eyebrows.

"That's enough! He's very happy!" The little girl's deciduous teeth haven't fallen out yet, and she smiles extraordinarily beautifully.

Suddenly, there was a terrifying loud bang at the gate, and the wooden door made an unstoppable sound as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer, and a drunken man broke in: "Little brat, bet with your father? Let you fucking bitch| It's born... Let me go...I'll kill you..." The man waved the wine bottle with foul language.

He Lingsheng protected the little girl behind him and retreated to the base of the wall. The man picked up the wine bottle and knocked it on the table. The little girl cowered back in obvious fear.

The man hunched over and opened the drawers in the house one by one—of course, these drawers were all empty.

Finally, the little girl couldn't help sobbing softly, and every time the man roughly opened a drawer, He Lingsheng couldn't help shaking.

The man finally finished pulling out all the drawers, and raised his eyelids as if he had just seen He Lingsheng and the little girl, "...I still want to support you two bastards... Take the money! How much more?! Take it out!" The man waved the wine bottle with a "buzzing" sound, and He Lingsheng tremblingly took out a piece of five yuan from his pocket-this was the meal money the man gave him in the morning when he was still awake.

The man snatched the crumpled banknote and glared at them viciously. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was deeply grooved, and some disgusting filth was stained on his black clothes. Yellowish and whitish.

The little girl was sobbing all the time, the man finally couldn't take it anymore, his thick arms went over He Lingsheng to grab the little girl's clothes.

He Ling was in a hurry, and grabbed the man's clothes with his thin arms, "Dad! Hit me! Don't hit me..."

The voice stopped horribly, and the muffled sound of the wine bottle knocking on the little girl's head was like a silence technique.

Broken glass crackled against the empty cabinet, making a creepy sound, half of the little girl's face was covered with blood, she looked at He Lingsheng, and said "Brother" with the last mouth shape.

The blood all over He Lingsheng's body turned into ice balls, and the cold air came out from the top of his head.The man let go of the little girl's dress, and her messy hair fell into a pile of dusty peanut skins.

He Lingsheng's brain was buzzing, and the man roared violently, as if he had just woken up from a big dream and collapsed. He picked up the thin little girl and shook it a few times, and the little girl's slender neck couldn't support her head. It just hangs there.

The man seemed to be frightened, the howling stopped suddenly, he bent his waist suddenly, dropped the little girl and ran out "crackling", holding the corridor and vomited out "wow".

He Lingsheng was still standing where he was, his eyes turned gray and black, and the little girl's remaining eye was still open, with a drop of blood on the eyelashes.

As the sun shines in, a fly "buzzes" around the little girl.He twitched violently, as if the water level suddenly overflowed his body, his brain went numb, and he lost consciousness.

For many years thereafter, his eyes could no longer see anything.And this nightmare haunts He Lingsheng, and he will never forget it.

He Lingsheng seemed to hear someone talking, as if he was bored in the water, the voice was chaotic, and he didn't know how far away it was.

Suddenly a middle-aged man's voice was crying: "...Thank you..."

The female voice said: "No..."

"Then what should he do... still awake..."

"..."

He Lingsheng listened hard, but it sounded like he was in water, snoring unrealistically.

He Lingsheng felt that he had forgotten something important, and he was in such a hurry, but he couldn't remember it.

Until a young female voice called out that name.

He Lingsheng gasped out suddenly, and the various wires connected to the instrument on his body were taken away by the movement of him sitting up. Yuan Xiaojing threw away the porridge box and rushed over: "Are you awake?!"

He Lingsheng lowered his head, and opened his slightly curled long fingers unconditionally. He raised his eyes, and Yuan Xiaojing, who was anxiously looking at the lines on his body, suddenly froze.

He Lingsheng spoke hoarsely: "Where is he..."

The little nurse was about to change the bottle for the old man in the bed next door. When he saw him wake up, she excitedly took the notebook and came over and said, "You mean that! That! I just finished the operation, and it's at 416 on the fourth floor... what are you doing?" ?!"

He Lingsheng pulled out the needle in his hand, and the blood soaked into the quilt all at once, as if he couldn't feel it, he lifted the quilt, picked up the coat beside the bed, and ran out.

Yuan Xiaojing was still on the spot, and the posture of her hands did not change.

He Lingsheng ran all the way to the fourth floor dripping with blood. He had never been so eager to see him, even if it was a glance, he would give it to He Lingsheng if he wanted his life.

Ruan Zhe'an lay quietly on the bed, while Ruan Wentian sat hunched over on the small sofa in the corner with an unlit cigarette in a daze.

As soon as He Lingsheng entered, he threw himself on the side of his bed and knelt there. The afternoon sun cast a shadow on the side of his nose, and He Lingsheng reached out his hand but didn't dare to touch it.

Ruan Wentian was startled, and came over after seeing the person clearly, and put his hand on his shoulder: "It's okay, this kid has a fate, he made it through..."

The cigarette between Ruan Wentian's fingers fell on He Lingsheng's naked feet. He Lingsheng raised his head, his expression unchanged, but his tears rolled down silently: "Thank you..."

Ruan Wentian rushed back from the overnight flight, luckily he had the last ticket.

This 50-year-old man was as vulnerable as a child in the face of parting. He was terribly afraid of the sudden ringing of his mobile phone, and he was terribly afraid of the cold bad news from the other side.

Fortunately, God made him catch up with signing his name on that thin piece of paper - he is the only remaining blood relative of Ruan Zhe in this world.

Ruan Wentian smiled wryly, and was about to say "no need" but also froze in place. After a long time, he recovered his voice: "Your eyes..."

He Lingsheng held Ruan Zhe's hand, and the warmth returned to him, like a hug, all of He Lingsheng's uneasiness and grief were wiped away at once, leaving only warmth and softness.

He'd never been more thankful that he could see the world—as much as he'd resented that he couldn't see it last night.

This man made him unbearable, and when he was quiet, he looked extremely gentle, and acted coquettishly and clingy like a domestic wolf dog, and when he was angry, he grinned and came over to hug him alone to admit his mistake.

To this day, when He Lingsheng looks at this strange but familiar face, every cell in his body seems to be filled with memories, including every sweet little action he made to himself. He Lingsheng's body and ears can remember it clearly.

He Lingsheng knelt beside the bed, and tapped Ruan Zhe's nose, an unknown emotion suddenly turned on the brakes, making him sobbing.

Ruan Wentian's tears couldn't stop flowing down. He looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold back his tears, and said incoherently, "Okay...it's okay...ok..."

You've seen me the most gloomy and craziest in my life, but why did you choose me?

You have seen the worst and most dandy in my life, but why don't you want to leave me.

My love for you has long exceeded my bottom line. I thought it would be a big river, but the ocean is deep. When I wanted to leave, I found that I was surrounded and had nowhere to go. Only you are the only home I can go back to.

Ruan Zhe pulled out his hand and placed it on He Lingsheng's head. He Lingsheng raised his eyes in astonishment, Ruan Zhe smiled hazily, "Silly..."

Ruan Wentian ran out to call the doctor, and He Lingsheng heard him gasp for breath and tried his best to smile and said, "The script I wrote is sold, that's my surprise for you... I will take care of you, you and I... don't worry..."

The spot of light fell on one side of Ruan Zhe's face, and that beam of light shot straight into He Lingsheng's heart, lighting up his whole world.

The author has something to say:

I have a roommate. One of her uncles is gay. When his lover was sent to the hospital with a cerebral hemorrhage, because he couldn’t sign, that person didn’t survive for a few hours. Her uncle cried in the hospital.

This part is what I set up before the story started, as if it was destined to be a disaster, but the ending of the novel can be happy for everyone, but the reality is cruel and dripping.

I hope that one day, people who love each other will be able to sign their names on each other's surgery sheets openly, instead of just sitting on the ground and crying weakly.

This may be our last pursuit.