The multiple lives of the actor

In early summer, the sun is shining brightly.

He sat under the banyan tree in the yard, enjoying the rare tranquility comfortably and leisurely.

The good times didn't last long, and the most lively and active old seventh in the courtyard ran over: "Uncle Uncle! Were you a doctor before?"

He smiled and touched her head: "how do you know?"

Lao Qi blinked and smiled cutely: "I saw a photo of my uncle, the white coat is exactly the same as the uncle in the hospital."

"so smart!"

The child smiled brighter when she got the compliment, and she suddenly thought of something: "Then, who is the person in that photo of uncle?"

"Huh?" He didn't understand what the little girl was talking about.

"It's the brother who is very good-looking, very good-looking, very good-looking!"

Very nice brother of...

Who else but him.

"He is..." The unspoken words rolled between his lips and teeth, and finally he smiled slightly: "My only... best friend in this life."

——Yan Sheng, since you think we are close friends, then we are close friends.

Even if you are gone now, even if I die and return to the underworld in the future, we are just close friends.

2017, summer.

He graduated from a well-known medical school. After being hired by many hospitals, he was surprised to choose a less famous hospital.

He likes this hospital, it is close to home, and there are many flowers and trees in the yard, just looking at it makes people feel happy.

Once, he and nurse Xiao Zhu repaired flowers and plants together.For some reason, he suddenly asked, "Who planted this flower?"

"It's Mr. Yan."

"Mr. Yan?"

The little nurse blushed for some reason: "Yeah."

He looked at the rouge on the girl's face in confusion.

The girl quickly turned her face to the side, and explained as if she was diverting her attention: "I heard that Mr. Yan grew up in a hospital and left the hospital when he was [-] or [-]. Later, it seemed that he made his first pot of gold by investing in stocks or developing games. A company or something, anyway, now the net worth is over [-] million."

"Because I grew up here, Mr. Yan has been adding medical equipment to the hospital, and invited experts to sit in for consultations and so on. Mr. Yan planted these flowers and trees himself, and said that patients will feel happy when they see them."

He sighed, with some admiration: "This Mr. Yan is really a caring person."

This was his first impression of Yan Sheng.

The second impression, no matter how you think about it, is good-looking.

Goodness is hard to find in the world.

It was late summer and early autumn at that time, and he was writing medical records on the second floor near the window.

A little tired, he casually looked out the window.

On the bench surrounded by flowers, nurse Xiao Zhu sat with a completely unfamiliar young man in a white shirt.

The two were talking and laughing face to face.

Is this Nurse Zhu's boyfriend?

Just when he was thinking this way, the young man in the white shirt turned his face, and he saw that so elegant and magnificent face that made people forget everything else.

Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains.

Such a fairy posture.

The third impression, either shocking or painful, is really complicated.

That night, he went back to the hospital to get the keys, and the quiet night in the past was unexpectedly lively.

In the ward, there were several anxious and worried voices:

"Yan Sheng, you are obedient, let's make a waist piercing and see if it is the disease."

"Be patient, just be patient."

Yan Sheng?waist wear?

He frowned, and couldn't help but push open the half-open door and go in.

On the hospital bed, Yan Sheng's face was pale, and his long eyelashes were curled up: "I don't want to have a waist puncture."

This was the first time he heard Yan Sheng's voice. It was supposed to be warm and elegant, but because it was too weak, it seemed light and smokey.

"Yan Sheng..."

The dean opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, Yan Sheng suddenly said like a child, "I don't want to have a waist puncture, it hurts too much."

The room fell silent, and after a while, the dean smiled slightly: "Okay, let's not do it for now."

But that smile looks like crying.

He followed the dean and they closed the door, wanting to ask, but looking at the tearful eyes of several people, he couldn't ask.

However, he later learned a lot.

Yan Sheng is an abandoned baby who was picked up by the dean at the full moon.

After examination, it was found that he had a genetic heart disease.

Yan Sheng has been staying in the hospital.

But now, Yan Sheng's thrombocytopenia and various symptoms make people suspect leukemia.

He sat blankly for a while, a little inconceivable, how could Yan Sheng have these diseases?

Sympathy?

How come, there are many poor people in this world, and he is not necessarily pitiful.

Distressed?

Why, Yan Shengyu is just a stranger who met by chance.

However, whether it is sympathy or distress, it doesn't matter.

He wanted to care about Yan Sheng, and wanted to make friends like Yan Sheng.

Sui Jiumixiang.

The two gradually got acquainted and became close friends.

Actually...not friends.

He tried his best to treat Yan Sheng as a friend, but no matter what, he couldn't suppress the love that broke ground.

Can't let go, can't look away.So be it.

until that afternoon.

He sat by the bed and peeled apples for Yan Sheng, Yan Sheng looked out of the window sideways, his pale face had the coldness of ice and snow.

"Master Ming."

He smiled and hummed, waiting for Yan Sheng to continue.

"I actually have a lot of wishes." Yan Sheng raised his eyebrows beautifully, "I want to go mountain climbing, wading, rock climbing..."

"However, what I want most is to see the great world."

"But, there is no chance."

The look in Yan Sheng's eyes was light, as if he had lost sight of life and death.

He vaguely understood something, and hurriedly said in a panic: "There will be a chance."

"There won't be." Yan Sheng actually smiled, and Mo Yu's eyes seemed to be filled with stars all over the sky.

Yan Sheng said with a smile in his elegant voice, "When I die, donate all the property under my name."

He wanted to refuse, but couldn't bear to refuse: "Okay."

All separations are the same, either birth or death.

He donated his property according to Yan Sheng's wishes, then quit his job, and spent five years looking at this picturesque country.

——This is your wish, so it is also my wish.

Later he opened an orphanage and planted flowers all over the yard.

He knew that Yan Sheng liked flowers and plants very much, and that was his only comfort in the hospital bed.

Ming Jun adopted many children, healthy, disabled, beautiful and ugly.

He wants to teach children the quality of self-reliance, he wants to teach children not to hate, or to hate, but in the end it is love.

In the memory, a young man smiled lightly: "I used to hate my parents too, because I was an abandoned existence. But now, the hatred is gone. This world, relatives and friends... I haven't had time to love, so what? Do you need extra emotion to hate?"

Day after day, year after year, he guarded these children alone and rejected many matchmakers.

Someone asked him why, but he smiled and said nothing: All the love in his life has been given to Yan Sheng, so how can he have the extra energy to love others?