The Plow

Ling Shu had a fever.

This fever is not an ordinary fever, it is a high fever of over [-] degrees.

The family doctor couldn't do enough to send them to the hospital overnight.

Earlier, Yue Dingtang thought that he was sick on purpose to escape being questioned and reprimanded. It wasn't until he touched the other party's forehead and felt the heat from his palm that he realized that something was wrong.

Ling Shu has been injured all the time these days, from Yuan's underground warehouse, to Shen Qiqi bringing people to teach him, and then leading Jiang He to escape late at night, the old wounds were not healed, and new wounds were added, Iron Man couldn't help such tossing, What's more, it's Lingshu with fine skin and tender meat.

He was very pale.

It's so white that it doesn't have the slightest color of blood, especially under the light of the light bulb.

He was still wearing Yue Dingtang's pajamas, but he was lying on the hospital bed with a hanging needle stuck in the back of his hand.

"Mr. Ling's intestines and stomach may not be very good. He will stay in the hospital for observation overnight to see the situation. Remember to eat lightly for the past few days, and avoid meat and fish."

The doctor's words were still in his ears, and Yue Dingtang felt a little headache.

It's not that he caught a cold and had a fever after being drenched in the rain, and why did he also have a bad stomach? How many other problems does this person have?

Yue Dingtang turned his gaze back to the hospital bed.

The patient was delirious, his eyes were half-closed, and the shimmering mist flowed out from the gaps, seeming to be half awake, misty and cloudy.

There were still words in his mouth.

It's just that the voice is too low to hear what is being said.

Yue Dingtang bent down and moved closer.

"Old Yue..."

The other party shouted his name.

Yue Dingtang hummed: "I'm here."

Ling Shu: "He You'an's side,"

Yue Dingtang frowned slightly: "Take care of yourself first, you don't have to worry about her affairs."

"No," Ling Shu was weak, and forced to raise his voice, "I mean, He Youan hasn't paid the reward he promised last time, you remember to ask her to change it into US dollars, so that the value of US dollars is preserved these years, don't want Yuan Datou..."

Yue Dingtang: ...

At this moment, he really had a feeling of surrender to Ling Shu.

But the other party is not finished yet.

"Also, Uncle Zhou's chicken soup has been boiled so hard, I haven't finished it yet..."

The old butler heard it nearby and was very moved.

This child must have been thinking about his own thoughts, he had a high fever and was half unconscious, but he still couldn't forget the half bowl of chicken soup.

"I'll go back and let people boil it. It happens that you're better tomorrow, so I'll bring it to you and keep it for you to drink. There are also those little snacks you like, emerald crispy cages, and golden shrimp balls. The cook can do some of the same, okay?"

Ling Shu smiled contentedly, and said vaguely, "Uncle Zhou is so kind."

The old butler had a kind face.

Yue Dingtang was speechless.

He really couldn't see it anymore, turned around and left the ward, and wandered around the corridor.

Although it is night, there is no tiredness.

The smell of ice and snow drifts in from the open window, the face is cold and refreshing.

Occasionally, the family members of the patients pull the doctor to beg and beg, and the seven emotions show the separation and separation in the world.

There is also a gap in the door, where the doctor shakes his head at the patient who cannot be rescued, and tells the family members some innocuous comfort.

However, there are many more patients who cannot afford to live in the hospital.

Looking down from the window on the third floor, beggars huddled together on the side of the snowy street, and pedestrians in thin clothes came and went in a hurry, and they couldn't give a copper coin of kindness.

A sound came from not far away, interrupting Yue Dingtang's quiet meditation.

He followed the prestige, and there were many people around the door of the ward at the end of the corridor, including old acquaintances Yue Dingtang knew.

The "old acquaintance" inadvertently turned his head to see him, was taken aback for a moment, then put on a smile and walked quickly.

"Mr. Yue, why are you here? Could it be someone at home...?"

The other party is Teng Siping, the boss of the film company.

Yue Dingtang hummed, and didn't want to say more, but asked: "Just now I saw Cheng Gong enter the ward, where is it?"

Teng Siping sighed: "Miss He is injured."

Yue Dingtang raised his eyebrows: "Are you all right?"

Teng Siping smiled wryly: "I can't say it's all right, just a little bit, it's too dangerous!"

In He Youan's new play, she plays a progressive female student.

In order to resist the feudal marriage established for her by her family, and also to resist her father's oppression of her mother, the heroine ran away angrily, but was arrested again because of her lack of experience.

Her parents wanted her to marry the son of a local gentry, but she resolutely refused and went on a hunger strike to protest. Instead of compromising, her family cooperated with the husband to tie her to a sedan chair in an attempt to cook raw rice.

The female student who woke up at night in the bridal chamber was distraught and planned to hang herself. After being rescued, she couldn't think about it, so she began to think about the way to escape. In an advanced and enlightened Shanghai, she wrote articles for newspapers and wrote her experience into words, which became widely known, and she became famous because of this. She was hired by a girls' middle school and had a relationship with a male teacher.

But after becoming famous, the heroine didn't get rid of the shackles of the predicament. Her reputation spread to her hometown through her acquaintances. Her former husband's family came to Shanghai and confronted her in court, suing her for immorality.

This is a typical movie that reflects the tragedy of the times. There are many movies like this with similar plots. The writer discussed the poison of feudal marriage to women in the report, which set off a wave of discussion.

When He Youan's accident happened, he happened to be filming the scene where he hanged himself on the wedding night in the bridal chamber.

The red candle tent, the beautiful woman with the phoenix crown and xiapei mourned and cried, desperate. Her husband, whom she had never met before, toasted and accompanied the wine outside, while she was locked in the room, waiting for an unknown fate. To resist, you can only choose the most decisive way.

Ever since He You'an received that far-reaching still photo, he has been very vigilant and resolutely refused to act in the scene of hanging himself, for fear that something might happen to him again.

However, the director thought that this was such a sad and sad scene, and it was also one of the scenes in the whole play that resonated and sympathized with the audience the most. The two discussed on the set for a long time, and everyone saw it.

Hearing this, Yue Dingtang asked: "Miss He finally compromised?"

Teng Siping nodded: "You'an loves movies and is willing to make sacrifices. She is unwilling to destroy the essence of the whole show for herself, but we dare not ignore her worries, so we sent more people to watch , once she puts on the white silk, she only needs to stand on her tiptoes, and someone will immediately go up and help her down, and the stool is checked and checked, but I didn't expect to take precautions, and something happened."

What happened was not that the stool was not firm, nor was the broken white silk that caused He Youan to fall, nor was it the beam that was hanging on Bai Ling, but the beam next to it, which slammed down when He Youan left Bai Ling, directly hitting her. And another person from the crew.

The latter's head was smashed through a hole the size of a bowl, blood flowed everywhere on the spot, and he still doesn't know if he is alive or dead.

He Youan was hit on the shoulder and head, and he was still conscious, but he also bled a lot, which scared everyone around him enough.

At that time, Mr. Cheng had just visited the studio, and as soon as he walked away, something happened to He Youan. Teng Siping rushed to the hospital with fear all the way, fearing that He Youan would do something wrong, and even more afraid that Mr. Cheng would blame him.

"Fortunately, Amitabha, God bless, You'an is not in danger, but the doctor said, concussion, trauma is also serious, now I'm afraid I have to recuperate for a few days, I can't film for the time being."

Teng Siping looked happy.

Yue Dingtang nodded: "As long as there is no danger of life, everything else is secondary."

Teng Siping smiled wryly: "Who says it's not? Fortunately, You'an is still conscious and can recognize people. I heard that those who are more seriously ill don't even remember anyone. Mr. Yue, you have to go in and see See Miss He?"

Yue Dingtang said calmly: "Since Mr. Cheng is here, I won't go in and disturb you. You convey your greetings on my behalf and wish her a speedy recovery. I'll go back and see my family first."

Teng Siping responded repeatedly and watched Yue Dingtang leave.

When the other party walked away, he remembered that he was so frightened by He Youan's incident that he forgot to care about who Yue Dingtang's relatives who came to the hospital were, whether it mattered, and which ward they lived in.

This was a great opportunity to get closer to the Yue family, but he missed it.

Teng Siping regretted endlessly.

When Yue Dingtang returned, the old butler hadn't left yet, and was sitting by the bed talking to Ling Shu.

The latter was obviously very tired but refused to fall asleep, and insisted on dragging the old butler to gossip.

The old housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yue Dingtang.

"Fourth Young Master, this child is disobedient and refuses to sleep, so you still have to take care of him."

Behind the old housekeeper.

Ling Shu blinked at him and gestured.

Yue Dingtang was expressionless.

"Don't worry about him, he's a big man. At worst, he will fall ill again, take more medicine, and stay in the hospital. Your chicken soup, duck soup, sesame and mung bean soup can also be saved."

The old housekeeper: "Oh, don't say that, Xiaoling is also very uncomfortable. The doctor said that he will have to be hospitalized tonight, why don't I stay and watch, you go back and rest first!"

"No need, you go back, I'll stay." Seeing that the old housekeeper was still waiting to persuade him, Yue Dingtang added, "I have something to talk to him about."

The old butler was worried, and he promised, but his body was still in the ward, he was about to leave, and his steps were slow.

Yue Dingtang: "Uncle Zhou, do you have anything else to do?"

The old butler hesitated to speak: "If you have something to say, speak up, don't touch, don't curse."

Yue Dingtang: ...

Perhaps it was because his complexion was really ugly, Uncle Zhou didn't dare to say anything, so he walked very simply this time.

Yue Dingtang sent the old housekeeper out of the door of the ward, and asked the driver to take the old man back.

Looking back, Ling Shu had already sat up and was smiling at him.

"I knew you saw my gesture."

Yue Dingtang: "I met He Youan just now."

Ling Shu looked surprised.

Yue Dingtang: "She was injured by a crossbeam during filming, and it happened to be the scene where she hanged herself."

Ling Shu snorted: "So, that anonymous letter has once again come true."

Yue Dingtang: "But she didn't die again."

Ling Shu: "You mean, this is still her own game?"

Yue Dingtang: "There is a possibility."

Ling Shu: "Where is Chen Wendong?"

Yue Dingtang: "I didn't see anyone."

He took out an apple from the fruit basket.

Yue Dingtang took off his gloves, held the fruit knife in his hand, and turned his slender fingers flexibly, and the peel was easily peeled off without breaking, like a work of art.

Ling Shu stared at it for a moment.

He had rarely seen someone use a knife like this.

There may be many people who can peel fruit, but there are not many people who can play like Yue Dingtang, who can almost integrate the knife and hand.

He has only seen it on one person so far.

And that person is very good at killing.

Ling Shu caressed his hot forehead. Just now he felt that he was in a sea of ​​blood, and he was bound to turn around and walk. It is naturally an illusion to have such a feeling now.

There is no murderous look in Yue Dingtang's eyes, and there is no blood on his hands. He is gentle, calm and reliable, with good marksmanship and faster reaction than ordinary people, but that's all.

The apples are peeled quickly, looking sweet and sour, with a tempting aroma.

Yue Dingtang handed it over.

Ling Shu opened his mouth and wanted to bite.

Take a bite.

"Sorry, I forgot that you have a bad stomach." Yue Dingtang said, putting the apple into his mouth.

One click, it is really crisp.

This is definitely revenge.

Ling Shu sighed, and took out a note from the pocket of his pajamas, which he had just brought out from home.

"When you go to see He Youan later, please take this note with you."

Yue Dingtang: "Why are you so sure that I will go to see her?"

Ling Shu said innocently: "Could it be that you let me drag the sick and disabled?"

Yue Dingtang: "I think you are quite energetic."

Ling Shu lay down and covered himself with a quilt.

"My head is very dizzy, I can't sit still, please do it yourself."

Yue Dingtang waited for a long time.

Ling Shu closed his eyes, breathed evenly, and his hair was soft, like a harmless small animal.

Yue Dingtang reached out and poked his arm, but nothing happened.

He poked again, but still didn't move.

Really fell asleep.

He put the half-eaten apple on the table, picked up the note, turned and went out.

The night is deep.

Mr. Cheng has already left, and most of the bodyguards at the door have also withdrawn, leaving only two short jackets guarding him.

As Yue Dingtang approached, they stood up and stopped him immediately.

"I'm a friend of Ms. He. I'm here to visit. Please let me know."

When the other party saw his suit coat, his attitude was quite polite: "Miss He has already fallen asleep, please come back tomorrow."

Yue Dingtang: "I won't be free tomorrow, you go in and tell her, just say it's Yue Dingtang, she will see me."

The other party was originally a gangster from the Qing Gang, and he was the best at watching people order dishes. Seeing that he reported his name at this time, he had an extraordinary bearing, but he didn't dare to take his attitude seriously.

Yue Dingtang added another sentence in a light tone: "Mr. Cheng is here, and you must come out to see me. If you are worried, you can go ask him now."

Seeing that he even knew about Cheng Gong, he didn't dare to act presumptuously even in bunting.

At this time, He Youan's slightly weak voice came from inside.

"Who's out there?"

Bunt the gown and open the door halfway.

"Miss He is a Mr. Yue."

Yue Dingtang: "It's me."

"Mr. Yue? Please come in!" He Youan hurriedly said.

The short-skinned gown didn't dare to stop him, so he opened the door for Yue Dingtang and invited him in.

He Youan sat up from the bed.

"Mr. Yue, why are you here?"

Yue Dingtang said: "Ling Shu is sick and hospitalized. I brought it here. I heard that you were there, so I came to visit. I didn't bring a gift with me. Please forgive me. I will make it up another day."

He You'an showed a pale smile: "Mr. Yue is too polite. It's a great honor for me to take the time to come here. How is Mr. Ling?"

"He's all right."

Yue Dingtang nodded casually, looking at He Youan without any trace.

She did get hurt.

The spirit is not very good, and now he is just trying to pull himself together to entertain him.

Under the hospital gown, the neck where the skin should have been exposed was wrapped with thick gauze, which was bulging and stretched all the way to the elbow.

There are also circles of white gauze on the head, and there is still some blood oozing from the position near the temple.This part is very dangerous, and a little carelessness can cause fatal injuries.

At this moment, He Youan's defense is at its weakest point, can he find a breakthrough from her?

Yue Dingtang put the note in front of her.

"What do you want to explain by writing this note to us?"

He didn't ask He Youan if the note was written by her, but went straight to the point, directly identifying her, without giving the other party any chance to respond.

He Youan was taken aback.

The injury made her look sluggish, and after a moment of surprise, surprise appeared.

"Mr. Yue, what are you talking about?"

But this sentence already seems to have no silver here.

Yue Dingtang concluded with an extremely certain tone: "It really is you!"

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