Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

40.

Fang Zhixing burned violently again, and the temperature soared to 39 degrees.

Less than half an hour after Zhong Siyuan arrived home, he had no food or water, so he picked up Fang Zhixing and took him to the nearest hospital.

He came in a hurry, so he put on a hat, Fang Zhixing fainted from fever, half of his flushed face was hidden in his chest, the two of them could easily be recognized in a public place like a hospital where people come and go.

It would inevitably cause more commotion. Zhong Siyuan specifically asked the hospital for a single ward, and left all the errands such as procedures to Ji Chuan.

Later, reporters and fans who heard the news surrounded the entrance of the hospital. Zhong Siyuan's assistant and bodyguards were also present. The group left through a special passage and got into an ambulance to be transferred to the hospital without a sound.

There was a turmoil on the Internet, and the photos of Zhong Siyuan and Fang Zhixing appearing in the hospital made headlines in major entertainment.

It is particularly worth noting that Fang Zhixing in the photo is held by Zhong Siyuan, and his manager Ji Chuan is behind him.

Netizens and fans began to speculate what happened to Fang Zhixing, and their worries were palpable.

"Is Fang Fang sick? She looks so weak, woo woo woo."

"Fang Fang's finale photos posted by the crew two days ago, his hair and clothes are wet, he must be filming a rain scene!"

"My mother, can I shoot a rain scene at the end of November without getting sick from the cold? Why didn't the crew shoot it earlier, it's too much trouble for the actors!"

"Ah, Fang Fang is so dedicated! My mother is so distressed!!!"

"Didn't King Actor Zhong finish filming at noon today? How come he has time to send Fang Zhixing to the hospital?"

"I didn't even eat the dinner and went home to accompany my wife, only to find out that my wife was sick, so I must rush to the hospital!!!"

"It's the truth upstairs, they live together! I hit it again!"

At this time, in a private hospital in the south of Haicheng, Fang Zhixing was still suffering from a high fever and was in a coma.

This hospital cooperates with Luyuan Media, Zhong Lufan has invested here, and most of its artists come here for physical examination and medical treatment, and the privacy is very good.

As soon as Zhong Siyuan completed the hospitalization procedures for Fang Zhixing, Zhong Lufan called him.

The two brothers never beat around the bush. Zhong Lufan's first sentence was: "What's going on?"

Zhong Siyuan stood at the door of the ward, knowing that his brother had seen the news when he asked this question: "It's okay, my friend is sick."

"Why did you get sick?" Zhong Lufan said that doing bad things was like official business, "Did you play too much?"

"Brother!" Zhong Siyuan couldn't argue, "Am I that kind of person!"

Zhong Lufan turned over the document in his hand and smacked his lips.

Zhong Siyuan is impatient now: "Are you done asking?"

This meant that he wanted to hang up the phone, but Zhong Lufan wanted to say a few more words: "Xiao Yuan, are you and this Mr. Fang a fake show?"

"No." The heater in the hospital was blowing people out of breath, Zhong Siyuan pulled his neckline, and said truthfully, "We were together five years ago."

"Wow," Zhong Lufan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and chuckled, "Areyouguysgonnagetbacktogether?"

Zhong Siyuan paused, and then responded softly.

Zhong Lufan laughed even louder: "If I remember correctly, this Mr. Fang is the same person as the Mr. Fang who dumped you five years ago."

Zhong Siyuan did not deny it.

"So my younger brother is still in the hands of the same person five years later." Zhong Lufan nodded, "I declare now that you are the number one love interest in our family."

Zhong Siyuan felt that his brother was mocking him: "This is my business."

"OK, don't be nervous, what do you like, I just hope the old things don't repeat itself, after all, you don't have a second voice to mess around with."

Zhong Siyuan didn't answer, and justified in a cryptic way: "The time when he left was not right."

"Do you think he has a reason?"

Zhong Siyuan didn't speak.

Zhong Lufan: "I don't know if there is any difficulty, but I just got Mr. Fang's hospital admission records a few years ago, are you interested in reading it?"

Five minutes later, Zhong Siyuan returned to the ward.

Ji Chuan was sitting on the sofa peeling oranges, and without raising his head when he heard the voice, he said in a chatty manner: "Qingqing has loved oranges since she was a child, did you know that?"

Zhong Siyuan walked to the bed, bent down and touched Fang Zhixing's hot cheek, but this morning, this person was even more haggard than last night.Instead of answering, he asked, "What were you talking about before I went home?"

Ji Chuan didn't answer him directly, and said to himself: "Qingqing's parents happened on the way to buy him oranges, and he hasn't eaten oranges since then."

Zhong Siyuan paused with his fingertips, touching Fang Zhixing's chapped and flaky lips. It was so soft last night, but now it hurt him.He realized that he could no longer be a gentleman, and the freedom and respect he gave Fang Zhixing became insignificant in the face of distress and doubts: "What's the matter with Qingqing's legs?"

Ji Chuan broke off a piece of orange and chewed it in his mouth, and then finished speaking: "Once bitten by a snake, I am afraid of well ropes for ten years."

He stood up and looked at Zhong Siyuan's back: "Fang Zhixing told me that he never forgot you a day."

Ji Chuan left, and the single room was quiet.

The autumn wind brought a knife and whistled outside the window, accompanied by raindrops, dull and powerful.

Zhong Siyuan held Fang Zhixing's hand that didn't get the needle, looked at his pale face, and asked curiously: "Don't you like to run after me the most? Since you haven't forgotten, why don't you come to me?"

Fang Zhixing had a nightmare, it was all unrealized things, vaguely clustered in his mind, but he just felt scared, like invisible tentacles in the darkness strangled his throat desperately, making him unable to breathe .

He opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw Zhong Siyuan, he was still in the haze, and he only knew to stare at him with eyes covered in mist.

Until Zhong Siyuan approached him, his lips touched and he was given a mouthful of warm water.

Fang Zhixing swallowed subconsciously, and as he slowly pulled away from the dream, he found that Zhong Siyuan was poking his tongue into his mouth and stirring it.

"Hmm..." Fang Zhixing turned his face away, his appearance was probably caused by Ji Chuan's disgust, and he frowned and said, "I didn't brush my teeth."

When speaking, I felt a sore throat, as if blocked by a stone, and couldn't help coughing twice.

He saw the surrounding environment clearly. It was daytime when he was sent to the hospital with a fever, but now it was night.

Fang Zhixing couldn't accept it: "Did I sleep with me for two whole days yesterday..."

Zhong Siyuan was speechless about his concerns: "Isn't it normal to sleep when you're sick?"

Besides, that can't be counted as sleep, I'm almost in a fucking coma.

This time Zhong Siyuan took the initiative to ask: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Fang Zhixing felt that he had grown up, lifted the quilt and stretched out his hand: "You hug me."

When I was at home, I had to go by myself, and when I entered the hospital, I became weak. Zhong Siyuan hugged the person: "It's okay if you don't do it yourself?"

Fang Zhixing told the truth: "That's because I'm afraid you think I'm not good enough, which will delay your work. Now that you're fine, I won't make good use of you, am I stupid?"

It's quite a matter of judging the situation.

Zhong Siyuan waited for the man to drain the water, and then sent him back to the bed the same way.

Fang Zhixing wanted to check the time, but when he was looking for his phone, he recalled that he seemed to have dropped it, and felt a little guilty.

After feeling guilty, I still feel a little pain in my flesh. I was so angry that I started to ruin things!

Fang Zhixing swears obscenities in his heart, and his seven orifices smoke quietly.

Zhong Siyuan said: "I haven't eaten for a day, are you hungry?"

"A little bit," Fang Zhixing cleared his throat, "but my throat hurts."

"I'll buy you porridge, white rice porridge." Zhong Siyuan took out his mobile phone to order takeaway, and asked unexpectedly, "Why did you drop your mobile phone today?"

"...Ah, that."

Fang Zhixing didn't expect Zhong Siyuan to pretend to be stupid. When he came back, he was upright and could see that something was wrong, not to mention that the "corpse" of the heroic sacrifice of the mobile phone was still there, and the evidence was convincing.

Zhong Siyuan ordered some porridge and placed an order: "You still don't want to tell me, do you? If I tell you the reason why I don't sing, will you tell me?"

He made a concession, from exchanging Fang Zhixing's unspeakable secrets, it became his own.

Zhong Siyuan opened the chat record with Zhong Lufan: "When you left five years ago, I asked my brother to help you find you. He told me at that time that you had already left the country on the day you announced the termination of the contract. But the day we went to see Nan Yan You said you haven't seen his news, I was a little suspicious, so I found my brother again."

Fang Zhixing was tortured as soon as he opened his eyes. His body was weak, his mind was weak, and there were breaches all over his body.He pursed his lips and looked at Zhong Siyuan, his black and white eyeballs kept flickering.

"Later he told me that your actual departure time was eight months later than the announcement of the termination of the contract. I don't know what you were doing in South Korea during those eight months. Anyway, it's not what you said, solo flying back to China. I think At this point, I was just thinking, why didn’t you come to me in Korea.”

Fang Zhixing couldn't help it: "I..."

Zhong Siyuan interrupted him: "Later I thought, if you can, you will definitely come to me. If you don't come, it's not because you don't want to, but because you can't. But why you can't, I can't think of it."

Fang Zhixing's eyes suddenly became hot, and he couldn't say a word.

Zhong Siyuan raised his head, his deep eyes were no longer deserted, replaced by shocking pain: "Until today, my brother sent me a copy of your hospitalization record after you returned to China."

He turned the screen to Fang Zhixing, and his tense voice was extremely low and hoarse: "You returned to China in March, and in July you were hospitalized for surgery to remove the steel nails on your legs."

Every time Zhong Siyuan uttered a word, he felt that his heart was being poked by the steel nails stuck in Fang Zhixing's leg. At the end of the poking, his heart was rotten and numb, but the pain was still damn clear.

"This kind of surgery usually takes one year after the implantation of steel nails, and a year ago happened to be the time when you announced the termination of the contract." Zhong Siyuan groped for Fang Zhixing's clenched palms, wrapped them together, and watched eagerly His eyes, pleading for an obvious answer: "So you didn't come to me because your leg hurt?"

Bloody memories flooded in, and Fang Zhixing's eyes quickly filled with tears.He remembered that the sun was very bright that day, and it was obviously a good weather. He went out happily, but on the way he was still calculating how many days it would take for Zhong Siyuan to come back.Sleeping alone is a bit lonely, he misses Zhong Siyuan's firm arms, and the gentleness when he whispers in his ear.

But then everything was ruined. His life, his dream, his legs, and his love were completely destroyed by a long-planned conspiracy.

Fang Zhixing couldn't deny that he had carried this corrupt skin for five years, and he never felt more wronged than now.

Because the person who could protect him came back, the wind and frost man who walked alone walked thousands of miles and finally found the cliff where he settled down. He seemed to have a safe and warm place to confide all his sufferings and disasters.

Fang Zhixing gritted his teeth and forced himself not to cry, but tears inevitably fell the moment he nodded.

Zhong Siyuan couldn't describe his mood at the moment, every drop of Fang Zhixing's tears turned into a piece of glass with sharp edges and corners, piercing his flesh and blood.

He was so distressed that every inch of air he breathed that invaded his blood vessels would leave scars.

He only read the admission record once, and he didn't have the courage to write down the statements that were joined together. Up to now, there are still only a few scattered words in his mind.

"Nine Steel Nails", "Knee to Thigh Implant", "Pelvic Fracture", "Thigh Bone Fracture", "Akle Comminuted Fracture".

There is also a sentence at the bottom of this document, Zhong Lufan should have asked the doctor about the severity, and made a summary for him in advance, six words: "The right leg is almost completely broken."

Zhong Siyuan fully sympathizes with him. For a person who regards dancing as his life, what kind of shock would it be if his right leg is completely broken.

Because of this, he felt even more distressed.

"I'll just leave for a week," Zhong Siyuan's throat trembled, and unspeakable remorse surged with the unfolding truth, "It's only a week..."

From the first time he discovered the clues, he endured until now, until now, the lingering scar is lingering in his mind, and that scar will remain on Fang Zhixing's body forever. Zhong Siyuan felt deeply frustrated and powerless.

Maybe none of this would have happened if he hadn't left, maybe they wouldn't have been separated for five years if it wasn't for this week.

It was because he didn't protect Fang Zhixing well, and it was because he didn't take good care of his Qingqing.

But Fang Zhixing's warm body burrowed into his chest without any scruples, and with scars and tears, smashed his suffering with his bony bones and flesh.

"Brother Yuan," Fang Zhixing hugged him, expressing his thoughts, "I miss you so much, I miss you every day."

In the next second, Fang Zhixing felt wetness on his neck.

The author has something to say:

Why is it late today, because I set up a codeword lock on a whim, and the computer will be locked until I type 3000 characters.I should be glad that I set three thousand, I originally planned to set six thousand... I knelt down.