I heard the king is dumb

three days later.

Military General Hospital.

"Aunt Shen, when will he wake up?"

Shen Yuan adjusted the infusion tube and gave Zhong Yi a blank look.

"It's not that fast, try hitting your head like this, it's not bad to save your life."

Zhong Yi thought to himself, his head had really hit like this before, just because he was afraid that you would worry, he lay down in a small hospital for three days, and woke up three days later.

He looked at An Luoan lying quietly on the hospital bed, with a thick bandage on his head, the wound on his face had been cleaned up and began to scab, and his expression was such a peaceful and comfortable expression that he had never seen before, Zhong Yi even doubted He was simply making up for the lack of sleep in those few days, but he couldn't wake up no matter how he called.

"It's useless for you to look at it, go do your own work, those little nurses you are here dare not come in!

Zhong Yi glanced outside the door, several nurses had been waiting there for a long time, and dared not enter if they wanted to.He could only watch An Luo lying on the hospital bed from a distance.

They were frightened by Zhong Yi.

That day he ran to the hospital lobby holding An Luo, who was covered in blood, and the nurses immediately surrounded him to check on the wounded, but Zhong Yi refused to let anyone touch him. He hugged An Luo like crazy and never let go until Shen Yuan came over and slowly snatched the person from his arms.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

The phone shows that the incoming call is Mu Xin.

Zhong Yi glanced at An Luo, got up and went out to answer the phone, and the nurses hurried into the ward.

"How is An Luo?"

"Not yet awake."

"I want to see him."

"Don't come, lest you bring trouble."

Mu Xin knew what Zhong Yi was referring to, the reporters from all walks of life who were staring at him outside, and that crazy guy.

"Then, well, let me know when he wakes up."

"Ah."

Zhong Yi looked at An Luo lying on the bed through the glass door, fascinated.

It has been more than three days since the accident happened that day, An Luo was lying quietly on the bed, but the storm outside was already raging.

The police found the car that fell in the jungle. Because the intersection monitor did not capture the scene of him being blocked, the police treated it as an accident.

The owner of the car was found out to be Tianwang Anluo, who leaked the news to the reporter.

The headlines exploded the next day.

The reporter's imagination was unconstrained and his words were fierce.

Some people say that An Luo was drunk driving, afraid of being exposed, and ran away.

Some people said that after the concert, An Luo's popularity plummeted, and she suffered from depression and wanted to commit suicide.

......

An Luo's home became the first base for the reporters. This time, a lot of material was dug up, and even Mu Xin couldn't escape.

Jiang Cheng was going crazy, he blew up Zhong Yi's phone.

When I got connected, I was scolded, saying that what happened to the promised bodyguard's duties!

Yes, I made you like this, I was careless.

An Luo, wake up quickly, wake up and scold me for not saving you, scold me for being angry with you, scold me for anything, as long as you wake up quickly.

Days go by, entertainment headlines change day by day, the number of journalists squatting in front of An Luo's house is gradually running out, and they need hotter fast food to make a living.

Zhong Yi started to listen to songs. He compiled all An Luo's songs into a list and listened to them one by one, from morning to dusk, from sunrise to sunset.

He began to watch the broadcast of An Luo's concert, watched the variety shows he had participated in, and watched all the videos he had appeared in.

Those words that Xiao Wu said that he didn't care about before recalled now, and he felt the same.

He's someone who brings light.

He grew into the cleanest white lotus in the mud.

He is obviously an ordinary person but he lives an extraordinary life.

......

I really want to hear a concert of yours.

Now it's a dream for two people.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and after being together day and night, the nurses were no longer so afraid of Zhong Yi.Seeing him taking care of An Luo all day long, they will also form a CP for them in private.How could Zhong Yi not know, but he never stopped, gradually everyone acquiesced to the relationship between the two.

An Luo is good-looking, and Zhong Yi has his own cool BGM. When the two are together, this place that the god of death frequents most often looks a little warm and romantic.

It's just that the person on the bed lay there for a long time.

Zhong Yi wondered if An Luo didn't want to wake up at all.

The only thing in this world that can leave him with nostalgia is also ruthlessly deprived of it, who else does he live for?

"Can you live for such a person?"

"That person may make you angry, ask you to do a lot of things, and may not be with you often, but can you try to live for him."

"Because, he really, more...needs you more and more."

An Luo watched a long movie. The content of the movie was bloody. It was a story about an orphan struggling to become a popular singer.

The protagonist became an orphan at the age of five, and then he grew up wantonly in the orphanage. He had no money to go to school, so he worked part-time to buy books to read, and after finishing primary school books, he read middle school books.Finally, he saved enough tuition fees for junior high school, and that was the first time he stepped into the school gate.His foundation has fallen a lot, so it is very difficult to study, and he needs to prepare for various expenses for the next year, and he has to go to work every night.That was the most difficult period of his life.

Every time he was tired and hurt, he would go outside the audio-visual store to listen to the music, and fell asleep after listening to it, and the day passed like this.

When he was in high school, his studies were heavy. He quit a lot of jobs to concentrate on studying, but how did he get the money? He started to sing in bars. Getting this job really made him very happy. He can both sing and make money, as well as study. You don't have to fall down, although you are still tired, but at least you are happy.

Later, the plot was very bloody. He was discovered by a scout in a bar and became a singer. He was exposed in various weird programs under fancy packaging. More and more people knew him, although he was very unfamiliar. Like these, but more and more people like his singing, these are not worth mentioning.These days have been exhausting but fulfilling.

Until one day, he was stunned in the parking lot, and when he woke up, he was lying naked on a big bed.

There is a man next to him, caressing his naked body.The man's words were ambiguous, and it was not difficult to see his dirty thoughts while expressing his love.

The boy was disgusted all over.

The moment the man got on the bunk, he turned over and picked up the wine bottle beside the bed, smashed the remaining jagged sharp blades and stabbed hard at the man's lower body.

It was shocking to see blood donation staining the clean white sheets.

Later, he lived a happy life, because the company held concerts for him in cities across the country.

He longed for the starlight that spread all over the sky, and he stood in the center of the stage, looking at the light all over the sky, it was like singing slowly in the silent universe.

until the last game.

An explosion happened.

The world is in a mess.

Kneeling on the stage, he looked at the light sticks dropped on the ground, and the panic, screams, and desperate cries of people fleeing in a hurry seemed to be echoing in his ears.

It rained heavily that day, and he was forgotten on stage until the heavy rain slowly flooded his world.

Then he had a high fever, then he learned that someone died at one of his concerts, and then someone told him that was a warning to him, that there was a man who would make him lose everything.

What about later?

The man's words seemed to come true, he couldn't speak let alone sing.

Really life is worse than death.

Later, he did a lot of stupid things, drank too much, ate spicy food, and even accompanied him, almost going to bed.He struggled hard to use his strength to retaliate, but it didn't seem to help.

The scene cuts to a sprint on the highway, with the man crashing into his car, calling his name.

"You can't escape!"

"Stop struggling!"

"Come back with me or...you die!"

The car smashed through the guardrail and was speeding.

Or, you go to hell!

Yes, if you die, you won’t have such perverted torture anymore, and you can also apologize to that girl, tell her thank you for coming to my concert, and the only thing I can make up for her is to accompany her.

It seems that everything is easy to die!

But why are you so reluctant,

I seem to have forgotten something very important,

Is there anyone else waiting?