Stories

, that bed was full of blood, staining the sheets blood red, the person who was pressed by the nurse crazily couldn't see the original shape, only a head of curly hair that seemed familiar.

A young man was squeezed out from the crowd. He was an intern doctor under my father, and the deputy director of the heart surgery was there. He couldn't help him, so he stopped with blood on his hands. His hands were shaking, probably because he had done it a while ago. CPR started.

"What happened to that man?" I asked him.

"Let's fight. I was stabbed at least 20 times. It seems that I have injured my spine. It is estimated that I will be paralyzed after being rescued. Such a young man, how pitiful!"

There are still dripping blood on the floor, a few sticky drops, the cleaner is mopping the corridor, just right here, and it's gone with a quick mop.

It was a coincidence, but I somehow felt a chill in this scene, maybe because the person was so young.

It is never a good thing for young people to die.

The ward where Ling Lanqiu lives is very comfortable. I didn’t expect this kind of ward to exist in this hospital. It’s big and spacious, just like an American movie. The sofa is very clean and pale pink, the lights are warm yellow, very cozy, and there are even A large bouquet of yellow tulips.

Ling Lanqiu was lying on the hospital bed. She was indeed thin, but this person had to put on make-up when hospitalized. She still had white skin and red lips, and her eyes were sharp.

"Morning." She greeted me.

"Morning." I didn't expect that there would be no surprises when I came here in a hurry, so I felt hungry: "Is there anything to eat?"

She pushed the porcelain cup on the table in front of me. Inside the porcelain cup was white fungus and bird's nest porridge, which was stewed so sweet that I almost finished it before she said, "This is from Le Ying."

I froze there.

"It's not poisonous, is it?"

She was helpless: "Have you watched too many Gongdou dramas?"

"Then why don't you eat?"

"It's disgusting to eat."

"Then you feed me?"

She laughed at me angrily.

"Did your family, Qi Chu, sleep with Le Ying too? What are you disgusting about?"

"Who knows what's going on in this world. A month ago, would you have thought that your fiancé slept with Le Ying?"

Ling Lanqiu didn't speak for a long time.

Then she said, "Xiao Lin, I really want to strangle you to death."

After I finished a cup of porridge, I picked another pear to wash and eat. Ling Lanqiu's ward has its own bathroom, which is decorated like my home, so it's good to be rich.

"Why did you ask me to come here?" I was puzzled by Ling Lanqiu sitting on the hospital bed reading magazines peacefully.

Her face was blocked by the magazine, only a close-up of the actress on the cover was exposed to me: "Can I ask you to come and play? Are you okay and you are leaving?"

"Okay, of course, I'll just ask."

It was raining heavily outside, so I simply lay down on the sofa.It's good to play with Ling Lanqiu, every scene feels familiar.

"Did you drive me home yesterday?"

"Well, you are too heavy. I called Qi Chu to pick it up. His face was frighteningly dark. I was afraid that he would beat you as soon as I turned around, so I sent you home."

"What did I do when I was drunk?"

"No, she's quite obedient, she just keeps pestering Qi Chu and talking."

I am overjoyed.

"What time did you go back?"

"At three o'clock in the morning, I suffered from insomnia and vomited again, so I rushed to the hospital."

"what did the doctor say?"

"It's nothing serious, just stay in the hospital for observation for a while."

"Ling Lanqiu, let me ask you a question."

Probably my tone was a bit serious, Ling Lanqiu looked at me with a pair of eyes from the top of the magazine: "What?"

"You keep pointing this magazine cover at me, are you showing off?"

Her eyes were bent down, with a hint of slyness.

"Why do you say that?"

"Actually, I don't know who is on the cover." I looked at her lazily: "But I have a hunch that you are showing off."

Ling Lanqiu laughed.

She tapped the female star on the cover with her finger with red nails: "Her name is Cheng Ke. This magazine is called MF, the Bible of the international fashion industry. Cheng is the first Chinese star to be on the cover of this magazine."

The name sounded so familiar that my heart stopped beating.

"You got it for her?"

"Of course." She looked at me triumphantly: "When I met her, she was almost driven to death by Le Ying. She was covered in negative news. It took me a year to clean her up. Her hardware is passable and she is young. First come back from gaining a reputation in the world, and it will not be too late to come back and work hard."

"Your method is too risky. It costs resources. If you can't support it, it will be in vain."

"Oh, so what would you do?"

"Find two good dramas and start filming first. If you have enough hardware, you can swipe your face. Now is the era of public opinion. You can look down and wash down, or you can climb up from the bottom. Raise a group of trolls and slowly slap passers-by. Favorability, ridicule on the whole network is nothing to be afraid of, as long as you catch the evidence of Le Ying blacking her, you can start to turn around, use the guilt of passers-by, and even get away with really wrong things. Besides, high-quality navy is not a one-off , if you really can't support the wall, you can turn around and replace it..."

Ling Lanqiu pressed the magazine against her nose and cheeks, only showing a pair of eyes to look at me.

"Xiao Lin, it's a pity that you don't enter the entertainment industry."

I laughed.

"An insight into the world is knowledge. If you read a lot, you will be like this."

"I've met a lot of scholars, and no one is more suitable to be a manager than you." Ling Lanqiu said with a regretful tone: "If there is an opponent like you, I will probably continue to stay in the entertainment industry."

"Are you going to retire?"

"I have a genetic heart disease." Ling Lanqiu turned to look at the heavy rain outside the window: "If you want to keep this child, you have to start raising a baby now."

"Can a heart attack give birth to a child?" I caught the key point of her words.

"No."

"Think clearly, a child is not necessary to complete a person's life, and besides your fiancé cheated, you..."

Ling Lanqiu interrupted me, and looked back at me.

"what time is it now?"

"12:30."

"At one o'clock, Leying will set off to participate in a magazine shoot. The location is in the outskirts of the city, and her car will lose control. In this kind of rainy day, serial car accidents are easy to happen." Ling Lanqiu smiled at me: "She has never been careless in the car. Seat belt habits."

"Are you crazy?"

"I didn't get rid of her because she slept with my fiancé. I'm not that boring." She looked indifferent: "My fiancé is Jing Tianxiang, the heir of the Jing family. You should know that Le Zong is run by his family. This child club is the grandson of Jing's parents." , as long as the Jing family knows, they will definitely be taken away."

I think of Jing Moyan.

"You may not be able to hide the news even if you kill her."

"So I contacted Jing Tianchi these two days," Ling Lanqiu commented intimately: "He is my fiancé's brother, to be precise, he is the first heir, but when he was in college he fell out with his family because of a man, and was forced to Disinheritance, now he wants to come back to take charge of the family, I want to bring down my fiancé, so that I can take this child away, the two hit it off, there will be chaos in March this year, remember to sell if you have stocks."

I was shocked by her series of plans.

At first I thought she was sick, then I thought she needed comfort, and just now I thought she wanted my opinion.

Now I know that this woman doesn't want anything, she's just planned the perfect crime, and she needs someone to show it off to, like she showed off this magazine cover to me.

"How?" She smiled confidently at me: "Will you go to the police to arrest me? Xiao Lin."

"will not."

"That's good." She continued to read the magazine: "Because Le Ying's departure time is actually twelve o'clock, so if there is no accident, she has died in a car accident now."

"That Jing Tianxiang..."

"Don't get me wrong, if I could, I would kill him too. But Jing Tianchi's bottom line is this, the Jing family is too big, and I have no intention of putting myself in it."

"But your heart disease..."

"My life is over, Xiao Lin." She interrupted me calmly: "I have nothing to worry about in my family. Both my lover and best friend have betrayed me. I am 37 years old, not 17. Many of my friends are dead. I killed the other one. If the child is born and I live, maybe I can get a new life. If I die, it will be worth it."

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

She looked at me with black and white eyes, and her eyes seemed to weigh tens of thousands of catties.

"Look," she smiled at me self-deprecatingly, "It's actually a good thing that we didn't become friends."

Yes, I shouldn't have any emotions. I don't know her well at all. In the past seven or eight years, I have only nodded acquaintances. Even if I had a drink recently, I am not a close friend for many years.

But I'm still distraught.

"By the way, you're actually pretty funny when you're drunk..."

I knew she was changing the subject, even though her technique was too bad, she had to continue.

"Oh, how fun is it?"

"I couldn't even stand still, and I kept grabbing Qi Chu and asking non-stop. After asking and asking, there was only one sentence. Qi Chu's face turned black, and I was worried that he would beat you."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Oh, what did I ask him?"

Ling Lanqiu raised his eyes and looked at me from the magazine, as if he was weighing whether to say something or not.

"I forgot."

I was planning to go back to school to check on the two graduate students, and I stopped by my teacher's house for a sit-down. The old man regretted it after pouring tea on me last time. He also knew about my dad. He thought that I didn't go to study with him because my dad was sick. Heavier and more guilty, he gave me a long vacation, and asked my senior brother to come to my father's funeral and wrap a big white bag.

I've been exhausted recently, and I don't care much about the old man. Now that I'm done with work, I'm going to visit his house.

I understand what the old man is thinking. The old man loves the younger ones more. I am his closed disciple and wants me to take over his mantle.Two years ago, he started to bring all his contacts to me, but I am indeed the same as Ling Lanqiu said, not a dead diamond