weightlessness

When Lin Zhujin woke up in the hospital bed, he felt that he had used all his strength to open his eyes.

He barely opened his eyes and saw his leg that had been put in a plaster cast hanging there. He froze for a moment, then looked away.

It's really stupid to do this, thinking about it, Li Chenyin's only son, even if Rong Qiming had the guts, he wouldn't dare to touch it.But those bodyguards may not know Li Sichen, what if they really hurt each other?Or seeing that the two of them know each other, use Li Sichen to threaten him to come back?

Thinking about it this way, there is actually no way to hide from the left and right.

Lin Zhujin felt dizzy, her whole body ached and numb, and fell asleep again after a while.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a woman sitting next to him.

Lin Zhujin looked at her with puzzled eyes, and said hoarsely, "You...are..."

The lady only looked like she was in her 30s. When she heard him speak suddenly, she was a little surprised: "You're awake! I called 120 for you that morning." Voice: "Are you a celebrity? I think I've seen you on TV."

After hearing this, Lin Zhujin wanted to raise an eyebrow and admit, "Yes."As a result, it was not successful because it was too strenuous.

The lady could only see his pretty face suddenly licked.

"You still have a low-grade fever, why don't you rest for a while." The lady said softly, her eyes were full of sympathy: "You still have some stomach bleeding, and you can't drink water now." Her eyes swept over Lin Zhujin Dry pale lips.

Lin Zhujin disappeared.

The phone can't get through, and no one can be found.

No one knew where he was, and there was already a lot of discussion on the production team because of his absenteeism, and the phone calls went from Chang Ci to Gu Heng, and then to Wang Lianqing.

But no one knew where he was. Wang Lianqing received a call when he got off the plane at the airport when he was on a business trip abroad, and he didn't know where Lin Zhujin was at this time.

I called his cell phone, but it was always turned off.

Half a month later, public opinion on the Internet was in an uproar, and Lin Zhujin's black material was suddenly exposed in a very dense state and was pushed into the hot search in turn.

"Nursing", "The gold master Lin Zhujin followed in those years", "The secret behind the airborne crew" and various versions of the stories on the major marketing accounts. All kinds of explicit derogatory terms have been described in this young man who has not come back for half a year. .There are already quite a large group of Lin Zhujin's black fans on the Internet, holding high the slogan "Lin Zhujin get out of the entertainment industry".

But Lin Zhujin still hasn't seen anyone, and hasn't sent any news.

In the VIP ward of the hospital, Lin Zhujin was half-sitting on the hospital bed, his face was already a bit bloody, holding a half-gnawed apple in his hand, while reading the comments on the Internet that scolded him.

Suddenly there were two knocks on the door of the ward, and Lin Zhujin called out, "Come in."

The lady who saved him, Zhang Chun, came in with an insulated lunch box.

"The pork rib soup stewed for you, come and drink some." Zhang Chun went over, put the lunch box on the bed cabinet and twisted it open.

"Thank you, sister." Lin Zhujin replied with a smile, picked up the bowl and spoon and took a sip: "Tsk, my sister's craftsmanship is really amazing."

Zhang Chun blushed from the compliment, lowered his head embarrassedly, and glanced at the page on his lit phone screen.

"The doctor said you want to rest, why are you still going to see these troublesome things?" Zhang Chun's tone was a little worried.

Lin Zhujin was quite indifferent: "No, no, look at their arrangements are quite interesting, they speak with great eloquence, and some of them are logical, as if they were real."

Zhang Chun was rendered speechless by his indifferent attitude, the comforting words he had planned were on his lips, but he couldn't utter them.

She supported her forehead and said, "Well, it's fine if you don't take it to heart. I'm going to work. You can put it here after drinking. I'll get it when I get back from get off work at night."

"Well, let's go, sister, slow down on the road."

Zhang Chundu walked to the door, and then turned back: "The medical expenses you paid back to me are far too much. This is the extra part, and I will return it to you." She pulled out a stuffed bag from her bag. Some bulging paper envelopes were going to be placed on the bedside table next to Lin Zhujin.

Lin Zhujin sat up and pushed back: "Don't, I don't have anything to thank you for, just take it as a thank you gift, it's not much, just accept it, if you don't accept it, I feel uneasy."

Seeing that the smile on his face faded a little, Zhang Chun finally sighed and withdrew his hand that was in a stalemate with him.

As soon as Zhang Chun went out, the smile on Lin Zhujin's face disappeared completely, and the bowl of soup was completely cold, and there was more than half of the bowl left.

While convalescing, Lin Zhujin got the newly bought mobile phone and called Wang Lianqing back, saying that she was fine and in a bad mood, so she went out to relax.

Wang Lianqing was in a foreign country, so he didn't ask much. It was obvious that Gu Heng was looking for him like crazy. After listening to Lin Zhujin's answer, Wang Lianqing replied calmly, so let's have fun. Go ahead and have fun.

Another two weeks later, Lin Zhujin found out that Meng Xi would resume her role as the lead actor in the film "Twin Dreams". There was even a picture of Ning Wen holding the script with his head down, like It's a photo of something instructing Meng Xi.

The heads of the two are extremely close, this distance is enough for those cp fans to fantasize wildly.

Lin Zhujin turned off the phone screen and decided to leave the hospital.

When he arrived at the address he had inquired from An Mingxin, he was still a little surprised.

This neighborhood doesn't look like a high-end neighborhood, why does Lin Zhufeng Sulfone live here.

When he entered the community, he found that the security inside was also very average, and the environment was clean anyway.

His legs haven't recovered yet, and it stands to reason that he should rest for at least three months, but he can't wait any longer.

He got on the elevator, came to the 17th floor, and rang the doorbell.

The sound of wearing slippers came from inside, it was a very gentle voice: "Who is it?"

Lin Zhujin raised the brim of his hat and smiled at the camera: "I'm here to find Lin Zhusong, I'm his...um...brother."

The door clicked open.

The man who opened the door looked to be in his 30s, wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, and wearing comfortable-looking loose cotton pajamas, with a few fresh spots on his fair neck exposed from the slightly open collar. small strawberries.

"Well, Xiaosong hasn't gotten up yet. I'm cooking. Please wait a moment. You sit down first. I'll call him." The man looked at Lin Zhujin, his eyes didn't stay on purpose, he was a little surprised, Lin Zhusong seemed to say that he had an annoying younger brother, but he didn't expect him to be so good-looking.

"Okay, sister-in-law." Lin Zhujin sat down on the sofa in a very obedient manner.

The man suddenly laughed, but he didn't refute anything, he just said: "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Li Zhen."

"Lin Zhujin."

When Li Zhen went to the bedroom to call Lin Zhusone, Lin Zhujin was in the living room looking at the house he was staying in for a while. The decoration was simple and grand, it didn't look too big, and the room type was very ordinary.

He didn't expect that his elder brother, who is wise and powerful all day long, has a lover of his own, and would live in such a cozy little nest just for him.

This is really making people jealous.

Lin Zhusong came out of the bedroom, and sure enough, he pulled his face, and there were still some drops of water on his face.

Lin Zhusong was wearing the pajamas of Li Chen's couple's style, and he could not suppress his unhappiness: "How do you know this place? Where did you get the address!?"

Lin Zhujin immediately pushed An Mingxin out: "Of course it's from my mother."

Lin Zhusong sneered, with a contemptuous look on his face: "That's all you have."

"What's the matter with me, tell me quickly." Lin Zhusong did not hide that Li Zhen was still beside him, and his tone was not polite.

Li Zhen frowned, and finally decided to go to the kitchen to cook, not to get involved in the matter between the two brothers who had always been at odds.

"Didn't the "Twin Dream" replace me? I just thought about it. Recently, my dancing has also fallen into a bottleneck period. I need a little more time. During this time, I might as well sing first. , release an album or something, don’t there are a few very powerful music producers in the company?” Lin Zhujin’s voice became softer as he spoke, and the smile on his face almost couldn’t hold back.

Lin Zhusong stood up immediately after listening to what he said: "Is it finished?"

"Yeah." Lin Zhujin nodded quickly.

"Then get out." Lin Zhusong didn't want to give him another look.

"Hey, brother..." Lin Zhujin called him from behind, his voice was a little nasal.

When Lin Zhusong heard that he wanted to do this again, he was immediately fired up, "Don't call me brother! Lin Zhujin, think about how many messes you have made since you were young. Not everyone is obliged to help you clean up all the time. Ass, you learned to paint when you were five years old. After less than half a year of painting, the paint spilled on a swimming pool at home. You learned the violin when you were seven. It took a little longer for two years, and then you learned the piano. What happened? In order not to learn the piano, I smashed all the keys in front of others, and I just want to learn to dance! Now, you tell me that you want to sing!"

"Didn't you realize that! You are nothing but mud that can't support the wall, you can't do anything! After so many years, you are still as self-willed and naive as ever, acting recklessly! You just owe a lesson!"

Lin Zhusong turned his head and yelled at Lin Zhujin. Lin Zhujin stayed there. After a while, he seemed to have found where his hands and feet were. Without saying a word, he put the brim of his hat on Press down and go away.

Lin Zhusong looked at his back and was stunned, did he just leave?Didn't talk back?Lin Zhujin has always been unforgiving, and when the two of them quarreled since childhood, he could still make him half-dead with anger, but this time he just left like that.

And, what about him, his walking posture seems to be a little twisted, his leg.When I sat there and didn't stand up just now, I didn't feel it, but now that I'm gone, I feel that it looks a bit wrong.

At this time, Li Zhen leaned against the kitchen door, held a cup of coffee in his hand, stirred it, looked at Lin Zhusong and said, "You should take care of your brother, he doesn't seem to be doing well."

"You also think he's not right?" Lin Zhusong asked back.

"His eyes are wandering, and there are bandages on his wrists." Li Zhen took a sip of coffee: "And when he smiled, there was no smile in his eyes, it was so heavy, he was still smiling when he greeted me, and the traces of acting were very heavy. "

Lin Zhusong didn't notice this, and thought that Li Chen was talking about Lin Zhujin's legs. He was not satisfied and said, "You have committed an occupational disease again. Why are you observing him so carefully!"

Li Zhen put down the teacup and glanced at Lin Zhusong: "You still have the nerve to call your brother childish."

He returned to the kitchen, and just 2 minutes later, he shouted: "Xiao Su! Come here, someone seems to be blocking your brother downstairs."

"What!" Lin Zhusong also walked over, and saw on the kitchen glass that a group of reporters had gathered in front of the gate of the community, and some people were holding a sign saying "Lin Zhujin get out of the entertainment industry".

Lin Zhujin was pushed and shoved by the crowd, and was filmed by the camera that was held up. She wanted to go over or back several times, but was blocked.

"This idiot!" Lin Zhusong cursed, and began to change clothes while talking on the phone.

Seeing this, Li Chen hurriedly put on a mask to cover his face, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

When Lin Zhusong rushed downstairs, he happened to see Lin Zhujin being smashed by a light board. He covered his head and fell down.

"Fuck!" Lin Zhusong took off his suit jacket and walked over quickly, pushed aside the crowded crowd, and pulled Lin Zhujin who was lying on the ground to his feet. Seeing that his forehead was bleeding, he waved it away Those reporters who were still trying to squeeze over to take pictures: "Who smashed it!" His eyes were gloomy and scary for a moment, and some reporters recognized him as Lin Zhusong, and hurriedly dragged his companions to leave.

At this time, the person called by Lin Zhusong had arrived, and the car honked its horn a few times and started to drive this way. The group of people hurriedly dispersed for a while, and Lin Zhusong didn't have time to care about this group of people now. He saw The blood from Lin Zhujin's forehead flowed to the eyes, and the eyelashes were all covered with blood.

Li Zhen went up and opened the car door, shouting: "Take him to the hospital first."

After everyone sat in the car, Lin Zhujin was dazed, opened his eyes halfway, raised his hand to touch the blood on his face, and suddenly his tone was extremely flustered: "I...I...I Disfigured!? My face... my face...." Lin Zhusong went up and grabbed the hand he was about to grope for wounds on his face: "No! You are not disfigured! The wound is at the root of your hair, Can't tell!"

After grabbing Lin Zhujin's wrist, he suddenly remembered Li Zhen's words, rolled up Lin Zhujin's sleeve, and found that the wrist was so thin that it would break if he pinched it, and it was really wrapped with a bandage. There was still blood seeping out slightly inside, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Lin Zhujin seemed to be in great pain, his hair roots were wet with sweat, and the sweat slid down his face.

Lin Zhusong went to lift up his trouser legs again, and saw that the leg bones there were not right.

He called Lin Zhujin's name a few times, but Lin Zhujin opened his mouth but couldn't respond.

He vaguely heard Lin Zhusong seemed to be on the phone, who was he calling?It seems that he has lost his temper.

"If you really don't care about it! Don't touch a hair of his mother's hair in the future!"

"How to say okay..., what do you mean now!...You don't know!?"

"The wound on his body...what's going on!?"

"Didn't you have someone following him! Why don't you know!"

Lin Zhujin fainted when she heard this.