occupy boyfriend

The originally planned outdoor was changed to indoor, Song Jin's burden was also lightened a lot, squatting behind the camera of the director's team, watching several members interact with the host.

Except for Huang Si, everyone else has no experience in variety shows, and they were a little bit reluctant at first, but they are half-grown children in their bones, and it didn't take long for them to have fun, jumping up and down, sweating profusely, turning a blind eye to the camera. , released all the pressure of playing songs these days.

This show is really right.

The director is also very satisfied, they need such primitive idols, those who don't want to run away with heavy makeup and don't want to be funny, can't get rid of the burden of idols, and they are shot like fake people, who cares about it? ?

The phone in Song Jin's pocket suddenly buzzed, and he went a little further away to answer it, "Kun'er?"

"Xia Jun and the others had an accident." Xing Likun could hear the roar of the engine through the phone, "I'm rushing to the hospital, I won't have lunch with you at noon, you can solve it yourself."

"Is something wrong?" Song Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Which hospital is it in? Does it matter?"

"I don't know yet... The Second Hospital helped to make the phone call." Xing Likun stretched out his tendons on the back of his hand, and chewed his cheeks hard twice - he couldn't make the phone call himself, so what could he do?

"4fun changed to indoor shooting, I'm going too now!"

"Okay," Xing Likun drove the car by himself, but told his daughter-in-law sternly, "Don't drive too fast, I'm here."

Song Jin put down the phone, hurriedly explained to the little assistant, and ran away. Huang Si just put Ji Ke on his shoulder, and his eyes chased Song Jin. Accidentally, the two of them fell on the cushion, and Jian You yelled beside him, "Captain, don't be distracted! We are one point behind!"

Huang Si didn't say a word, his brows were deeply furrowed, he felt that Song Jin's expression just now was very strange... What happened?

Xing Likun arrived one step earlier than Song Jin. When he saw Xia Jun, this man had one arm hanging and a bandage on his head, making a fuss.The bag’s tight jeans were scratched several times, and the buttocks were exposed. He was stopped by the nurse in embarrassment, and his voice was vague, like a big tongue, “You let me sit here, I can just sit here, I don’t want to bother you ..."

The nurse turned around anxiously, "But you still have a concussion, the doctor said you have to lie down and rest!"

Xia Jun shamelessly lay down on the ground, with a bang on the back of his head, and was so disgusted that he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Oh, you!" The nurse hurriedly tried to pull her away, but he pushed her away fiercely. Her face was full of tears, and she was disfigured from crying, "I'm lying down, I'm lying down...you just let me stay here Wait here."

The red light in the emergency room was like a knife poking blood at the tip of his heart.

The knife is still hanging, how can he rest in peace in the ward?

He has to guard and watch, this kid Xia Qing has listened to him since he was a child, and he dare not die when he sees him!

Xia Qing, you little brat, you bastard!You haven't paid off what you owe me!

Grandpa hasn't tossed enough!You die try? !

The nurse was at a loss, and a mountain-like shadow loomed behind him. Xing Likun carried him to the bench and nodded to the nurse, "I'm a family member, let me watch him."

The nurse sighed, "Call me if there is anything to do, the wound on his tongue has just been stitched up, try not to talk."

Xia Jun lowered his head and muttered, staring blankly at the cracks in the floor tiles, Xing Likun yelled several times but didn't respond, finally raised his head tremblingly, recognized it for a long time before suddenly realizing, "Kun'er, you're here ..."

Falling from the third floor onto a pile of stones, he was so dizzy from the concussion that he couldn't even recognize anyone, but he could see the dazzling red light in the emergency room, which made him feel nauseous and his heart fell to the ground. Xia Qing went in How long?

one day?

Still an hour?

Xing Likun gritted his teeth, wishing he could slap him across the face, "Fuck me up, Xia Qing is still giving first aid, don't you collapse first!"

Xia Jun squinted his eyes that were swollen into walnuts, and with his good hand, he pulled his hair desperately, and pulled out several strands of hair, and his scalp was visible. Xing Likun hurriedly held him down, "Okay, there are all the best hair in it." The doctor, that kid is blessed and destined to die."

Xia Jun didn't say a word, his mouth was half-opened in a sluggish way, due to concussion sequelae, the corners of his mouth were drooling uncontrollably, wrapped in a layer of blood, Xing Likun wiped it on the sleeve of his coat calmly, hugging him slowly Shun back.

If Xia Qing can't come out today, Xia Jun will have to die here too, his soul is gone if he is alive!

Song Jin trotted all the way over panting, and was startled when he saw Xia Jun's injuries. He coaxed Xia Jun to move to the hospital bed, and slightly raised the head of the bed so that he could see the light in the emergency room.

Xia Jun was physically exhausted, and couldn't help but close his eyes within three to five minutes. He suddenly woke up shaking and struggling in a light sleep, and shouted Xia Qing's name loudly.

He couldn't bear it, hated this person, even if he was injured badly, there was never anyone who could replace Xia Qing.

During so many sleepless nights, he relied on taking medicine and having sex with others.Love tired and paralyzed himself, how can Xia Qing leave now after all the hard time has passed?How can you give up?

Song Jin looked at Xia Jun, and also shed tears. The Xia Jun he knew had always been high-spirited and sharp-tongued. He could lie in other people's homes with deep-sea green algae mud on his face, and bet on a poker table to lose a pair of sexy underwear. No matter how bitter the inside is, the face is absolutely chic and unrestrained, to what extent does a person have to break down to reveal such a fragile side?

Xing Likun squeezed Song Jin's shoulders, looked over to gently comfort Song Jin, and understood what the other party was thinking - life is too short, with too many variables, it is not enough to love each other, why bother to doubt each other and kill the relationship for other things?

The lights in the emergency room are like will-o'-the-wisps from purgatory. Every second it stays on burns Xia Jun's soul. The man is tired from crying on the hospital bed, staring at the light blankly, and blinks stiffly for a long time. eyelids.

That hand was still in his mind, Xia Qing was holding him tightly, his skin was ripped apart when the back of his head hit the slab and steel bars, and the blood seeped into the sweater along the collar, but he stubbornly refused to let go.

"Hold tight, hold me! Don't fall!"

"Xia Jun, look at me—don't look down! Shout out loud! Let's call someone over!"

Time passed by, Xia Jun's hand slipped, and Xia Qing grabbed his fingertips and pulled his arm off. Xia Qing was covered in cold sweat, and his teeth smelled like blood, just to prevent himself from losing blood. The feeling of weightlessness lost consciousness and threw Xia Jun down, "Hold on... just hold on for a while, someone will come to save us..."

Xia Jun's shoulder hurt like it was about to tear, and he cried, "Xia Qing, you idiot, let go! The wound on the back of your head can't be delayed any longer, there's a lot of blood left, what if that lunatic Cheng Bin turns around again? Let go! You can't fall to death at this height! Let's jump together—”

"I can't let go..." Xia Qing smiled helplessly, "I'll hold you, don't be afraid, someone must come..."

"Xia Qing?? Xia Qing!!—"

At the last moment, Xia Qing wanted to hold Xia Jun desperately, but suddenly went into shock, and his fingertips softened in a trance.

Xia Jun fell on the stone pile, his tongue was cut wide by his teeth, he spat out two mouthfuls of blood lumps, he climbed up to the third floor with his dislocated hand, and suddenly his eyes were about to burst——

Xia Qing's hand was wedged on the ground by a bent steel bar. Just now, he was scratching the ground hard to relieve the pain. His nails split and rolled up, revealing the nail bed covered with gravel. Now he was suspended in the air unconsciously. The middle finger pierced an inch-long blood hole, piercing the skin and flesh, exposing the pale metacarpal bone.

If you can't let go, it's better to use this hand, Xia Jun may be unharmed.

Xia Jun lay there trying to grab Xia Qing, but one hand was dislocated, and he couldn't pull it up at all. The tear was getting deeper and deeper, like cutting out the heart and lungs of Xia Jun's body, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe!

After Xia Jun hit 120, he tried his best to grab Xia Qing's blood-stained and cold arm and help him share the weight of his fall.

No!

No!

Xia Qing must not die! !

……

Xia Jun had suffered a lot from Xia's family when he first founded 'Walk Back'. Life was difficult, but it was the happiest time in his life.

Sometimes after retouching until I fall asleep, when I wake up, there will be an extra blanket on my shoulders, and there will be a thermos porridge bucket next to it. Xia Qing wrote clear and meaningful words - "Eat and go to bed, I will buy dinner .”

'Zouhui' was built in the outskirts of the city, and Xia Qing's school spanned half the city. It took a lot of effort to get back and forth. Xia Qing had to get up at five o'clock in the morning, cook porridge for breakfast, and put lunch in the microwave , Call Xia Jun to remind Xia Jun after dinner.

As a result, this person still forgot when he was busy, and was afraid of Xia Qing's nagging, so he simply poured the food into the toilet... Once the sewer was blocked, Xia Qingtong came out with a pile of steamed stuffed buns, dumplings, fried vegetables and rice, and his face turned black.

Xia Jun was educated for a full hour. The medical students reasoned with you, from digestive tract health to cell mitochondria, he was drowsy after hearing it, and finally passed by kissing and stroking Xia Qing's arms .

At this moment, Xia Jun's forgotten details swept over him, almost suffocating him.

The Xia Qing he liked, the Xia Qing he hated, and the Xia Qing he couldn't bear to part with, all condensed into one in the misty eyes of tears, they were all the one he loved the most.

In just two short hours, Xia Jun has aged several years. The corners of his well-maintained eyes are like cracked ground, and small wrinkles slowly climbed up. Furious, stuffy mouth full of blood stained with the smell of medicine, Xing Likun couldn't hear clearly even when he got close.

Song Jin helped Xia Junshun to carry the back. The man choked, tilted his head and spit blood all over his body. His breath was smooth, but he was still listless. He didn't respond to anything he said. Only when he heard Xia Qing's name did his eyeballs tremble. Twice.

Xia Jun looked at the lamp, and there was a scarlet light in front of his eyes, which burned his eyes. He seemed to see Xia Qing's blood-stained sweater, and the bloody hand pierced by the steel bar. It turned into the quiet boy standing at the door of his bedroom, blushing nervously, "Uncle, I seem to like you a little..."

Xia Jun thought in a daze, what would Xia Qing's future be like if he had closed the door at that time?

She won't break up with her family, she won't foolishly climb upstairs to play martyrdom, she won't encounter Cheng Bin being entangled in distress, and she won't be lying there uncertain of life or death because of his bloody head...

Xia Qing might stay away from homosexuals, or he might find a well-behaved and obedient elementary school boy, and spend his life monotonously but peacefully.

It seems that no matter what, life will be better than now?

It was he who provoked Xia Qing first, and pulled Xia Qing into the water, making him carry homosexuality and chaos on his back.Lun's crime, but he failed to take good care of people, he only cared about jealousy and anger, because Cheng Bin pushed Xia Qing farther and farther away, if he understood more, he would not force Xia Qing to make a choice, and would not dig Cheng Bin's sick The truth, maybe after Cheng Bin dies of illness, Xia Qing will come back.

...Even if Xia Qing doesn't come back, he won't lose it.

Xia Jun seemed to have figured something out, but he didn't seem to, until Xing Likun pushed him into the emergency room, he was still in a daze.

He didn't cry, couldn't make any expression, just stared blankly at Xia Qing's pale and sleeping face in front of him, without even a wave in his heart.

"Why did you bring the family members in?" The chief surgeon in the emergency room was very angry, but he couldn't stand the pressure from the headmaster, so he could only ignore the two people next to him and continue to suck the hematoma with his head down.

Song Jin didn't go in, he didn't dare, sat down on the bench and wiped his face, he had experienced Song Xiuzhi's lung cancer surgery before, and he was especially afraid of this kind of parting scene, the critical illness notice is the death talisman issued by Hades, Xia Qing lobar hematoma exceeding 50ml complicated by intraoperative hemorrhage, half a foot into the gate of hell.

Xing Likun pushed Xia Jun in, with the head of the bed facing the operating table, fearing that he might not see Xia Qing for the last time.

At first, I was worried that Xia Jun would interfere with the operation, but I didn't expect Xia Jun to be at the front of the emergency room, his eyes just turned from the red light to Xia Qing's face, without any unnecessary reaction.

Xia Qing's right hand was propped on the side, accepting another surgeon's recovery operation, although it didn't make much sense anymore.

His left hand is intact, with slender fingers and well-defined joints. People who study medicine habitually cut their nails very short, which makes them look very clean. The little daisies that Xia Jun’e painted funnily the night before have not been washed off, and the fresh yellow looks lifeless. .

The red string on the wrist was the marriage line that the two of them sought after climbing the Immortal Peak. Xia Jun thought it was ugly and cut it off long ago. Xia Qing wore it for three years, and the color almost faded away.

The centipede-like scar on the elbow was scratched when he was teaching him to ride a bicycle. Xia Qing hugged him and the bicycle into his arms, and lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.

He has already left so many marks on Xia Qing, he should be content.

"Blood pressure dropped!"

"Have you found the bleeding point yet?"

"Strengthen the suction!"

It was a bit cold in the emergency room, Xia Jun grabbed Xia Qing's left hand and rubbed it, and heaved a sigh of relief.

His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. He obviously didn't shed any tears, but he couldn't see Xia Qing's face clearly.

The hospital bed where Xia Jun was lying was pushed aside, Xia Qing put a defibrillator on his chest, 200J, 300J, 360J, increasing the current one by one, Xing Likun tightened Xia Jun's shoulders, look at this man His lips were trembling, thinking that he was going to cry, but Xia Jun unexpectedly said, "Xia Qing moved..."

Xia Qing's body fell heavily, his left hand tied with a red rope and painted with daisy nails hung down, and the harsh siren of the monitor pierced through the tympanic membrane.

Xia Jun sat up, looked at the hand, and called softly in a daze, "Xia Qing?"

Xing Likun covered his eyes, "Don't look."

Xia Jun sat obediently, without moving, and asked, "Kun'er, where is Xia Qing?"

"he is."

Xing Likun's throat was blocked, his palms were hot and humid, and he couldn't speak a word.

"We both agreed, we will go back to Xia's house together after the exterior scene building is built... We are all homesick."

"Xia Qing can't accompany me back?"

"Then I can go back alone, he is busy in class."

With a hoarse voice, Xing Likun leaned into his ear and said, "If that brat dares to let you go back alone, I will beat him to death."

Xia Jun smiled and didn't speak. The smile slowly disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and finally he couldn't hold back and cried out.

"Xia Qing!!!—"

The chief surgeon yelled, "I found it, I found it! The hemostat!!!"