Cultivation Superstar [Rebirth]

Eye-catching paleness.

The hospital is filled with the smell of disinfectant, which makes people uneasy. Outside the window, the sun has gradually set, and the sunset cannot stay.

The boring beeping sound of the ECG monitor showed that the people on the hospital bed were temporarily stable, but it was placed here, which already carried some pessimistic omens.

The man lying quietly on the bed looked old, his gray temples and wrinkled face showed the traces of time on him.

The faint aura between his eyebrows and eyes makes people occasionally guess that maybe he was also a powerful figure when he was young, with deep eyebrows and handsome face like a knife-cut knife.

However, the passage of life never stops because of people's greatness or humbleness. Death is fairer and more willful than anyone else.

The old man closed his eyes and breathed steadily, as if he had fallen into a dream. There was no one beside his bed, making one wonder whether he had been abandoned by his family, or whether his partner had passed away before him.

He didn't know what he had experienced in his sleep. Sometimes he frowned slightly, and sometimes smiled slightly. However, no matter what kind of expression he had, he became vicissitudes after being infected by the decoration of time.

A little nurse came in lightly to help him replace the last drop of the drip, and put on a new one. She was careful not to disturb the patient's dream.

The old man on the bed was surprisingly alert, and quickly opened his eyes.

"What time has it been?" He asked, his voice hoarse and deep, like a dilapidated bellows, every word seemed to be exhausted.

Only those eyes were astonishingly bright, as if they were still in his youth.

"The sun is about to set, and it will be night soon. Sir, you are in a particularly good spirit today." The little nurse smiled.

The old man stretched out one hand and groped around the bed a few times, seeming to be in a disproportionately eager manner, "Is he here?"

"He, who is he?" The little nurse showed a puzzled look.

The patient ignored her, but just stared out of the window in a daze, with his hand still outstretched, as if recalling some memorable past events, "Why...don't come."

The sound of the door opening.The sound of the door closing.

The little nurse probably went out.

He was still looking at the last afterglow of the setting sun. Suddenly, his body wrapped in the quilt seemed to tremble slightly, and he turned his head stiffly and slowly, looking at the bedside.

"You finally came."

I don't know when the man standing by the bed has a young and breathtaking face, he is as indifferent as a fairy in the sky, he quietly looked down at the white-haired man on the bed, without saying a word.

The old man seemed a little excited, but his soon-to-be-decayed body could no longer carry too many movements. He clearly wanted to stand up, obviously wanted to hug him, and struggled to the end, but he only lifted his body slightly, and he was already gasping for breath from exhaustion. .

Suddenly a hand stretched out, gently stopped the back of his neck, and helped him half sit up.

The bent young man looked down at him, his eyes were like a deep lake that would never have ripples.

The old man touched his face with his hand, showing a smile that didn't look like a smile, "You are still so young."

"Our time is different." The young man replied softly, sitting sideways by the hospital bed.

"I've seen it. It's ridiculous to think about it now. In those years, I just thought you were a flower in my palm. Now you still look good, but I'm too old to walk."

The young man touched his face and said lightly: "The flesh and skin are all illusions. To me, there is no difference between you and that time."

"Your eyes don't say that." The old man coughed twice with difficulty, "You are the only one who will never change. No matter how much I control the wealth and honor in the world, I am still just an ordinary person. I should be grateful to you for doing this. I stopped. Ling-"

Halfway through his speech, he seemed to be unable to breathe. He covered his chest and coughed desperately, his face suddenly became uglier, and the heart rate monitor beat more violently.

"Calm down." The young man sitting by the bed held his hand, his voice was as young and cold as ever, like eternal ice, "I, I will come to see you some other day."

He got up and wanted to leave, but he was grabbed by his sleeve suddenly. Although the old man on the bed coughed and seemed to faint at any moment, his eyes became brighter and startling.

"This is the second time you've lied to me." He tugged on the other party's sleeve, and reached for his wrist with trembling fingertips, "I... feel very energetic today. You and I should know that there is no other day gone."

The young man was silent.

"Don't you want to see me die in front of you? I thought you had already given up all emotions and desires. As you said yourself, life and death should be empty in your eyes."

The person who was caught turned around and sat back on the bed, "So I didn't tell you that you are different from others."

At that moment, the old man in his twilight seemed to burst out with amazing vitality, and he was vaguely the high-spirited and uncompromising president back then.

"When you say something like that, you should smile."

He looked at the face that was never moved by anything, and stretched out his hands. These hands were once tough and powerful, but now they are pure and thin and full of wrinkles. They are just the hands of an old man who is dying.

He touched the other person's face with these hands, a long-lost and nostalgic joy flashed in his eyes, "Hey, let me tell you, I really want to live another 500 years."

Such an old-fashioned stalk is really inappropriate for making people laugh.

The young man on the opposite side slowly raised the corners of his lips.

The old man also laughed, his voice gradually weakened, "Thank you...it's a pity...I'm already...too late..."

The remaining warmth from the fingertips fell from his face, and the young man didn't even have time to grab it. He watched the hand leave an afterimage in front of his eyes, and fell powerlessly onto the quilt.

"Drip—" The ECG monitor issued a long alarm, warning the person on the hospital bed that the heart had stopped beating, and An Ran closed her eyes.

Outside the window, it was already late at night, the clock crossed midnight, and there was the faint sound of lively firecrackers and fireworks.

After tonight, it's a new year.

The young man held his already cold and skinny hand, looked up at the bright and warm fireworks blooming in mid-air, silently.

……"Card!"

With an earth-shattering shout, the whole atmosphere of the scene changed suddenly, and the boiling sound of life sounded, and the originally empty ward suddenly seemed extremely lively.

The old man who was so dead on the bed suddenly jumped up, and impatiently pulled the makeup on, and said angrily with vitality: "It's really enough, why should I play the old man at this time!"

"No, no, no, Mr. Qin, you are not worthy to be the president, ah, no, no, I mean you shouldn't be the president, damn it, I mean Mr. Qin, you are born to be a showbiz, you should come to the showbiz, The acting was simply superb!"

Qin Zhengqing was smearing that annoying makeup, and said angrily: "As long as I am willing, all the entertainers in the entertainment industry will obediently come to my door, and my brain is not burnt out. What kind of actor should I be!"

Does he lack that morsel of food?He is not a monkey! ——Oh no, he didn't mean that Lingxiu is a monkey, absolutely not.

"It's really good." Luo Lingxiu who was standing aside spoke, Qin Zhengqing snorted with a distorted expression, "If it wasn't for your sake—"

If Luo Lingxiu hadn't played the leading role, he wouldn't have made a cameo role in such a ghost if his brain had a convulsion. He is a dignified CEO.

And now it's New Year's Day, the lovely New Year's Day at the beginning of the new year, he thought of countless romantic ways to spend New Year's Day with Lingxiu, why was he forced to comeo in such a strange plot!

It just made my skin crawl!What a greasy old man!If it were him, even if he was lying on the bed and dying, he would definitely order his little artist, "Hurry up and accompany me to hell!"

Eh wait, why the first thought was going to hell?For a kind and noble person like him, he should go to heaven no matter what, heh, whooping, who wrote the script, it's too disgusting.

Quickly removed the old man's make-up as if there was a ghost chasing after him, Qin Zhengqing became happy again after thinking about it, and moved to Luo Lingxiu's side, as if I wanted to whisper to Lingxiu, you sensible light bulbs, get out of the way.

"Lingxiu, it's agreed that you can move on it tonight, don't go back on your word. I didn't say stop or not."

Luo Lingxiu was not ashamed at all, "Yes."

President Qin was immediately in high spirits, he didn't care at all whether tomorrow's headlines were that President Shengshi personally made a guest appearance in a work for his lover as a dying old man with a snake mental illness, and circled around Luo Lingxiu impatiently.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people present, he really wanted to stretch out his hands to tear off his clothes. The hospital play is also very good. Would you like to borrow the nurse's outfit from the nurse just now?

"President Qin deserves to be born to be an actor! He even looks so good as a husky!" The director, who was hit by a pie falling from the sky, came up to flatter him.

Hahahaha, who else in the world can make the president of Shengshi guest star in person, and the superstar Luo Lingxiu will star in the whole process? He's going to post it!

He is a great director!

"Husky?" Qin Zhengqing stopped circling and glanced at the director. Damn, does he look like a dog?Does he look like a dog?He is so domineering, how can he look like Erha?You have to look like a wolfhound or something.

...so it's still a dog?Mr. Qin, what is your self-awareness like?

A smile flashed in Luo Lingxiu's eyes, and he reminded: "There are still five hours before dawn."

The fireworks outside have not yet ended, and the whole city is still caught in the carnival of the alternation of the old and new years. This is no different in and out of the play.

It's just that they are still young at the moment, and there is still infinite hope in the future. The days seem to be endlessly long, and the love and sweetness are always sticky as if they are about to ferment. Every day is a good spring.

It's just Qin Zhengqing, I promise you won't let you grow old in such embarrassment and die in front of my eyes so powerlessly, so I will continue to practice.

"Happy New Year, Qin Zhengqing."

"Happy new year, devotions - let's do something happy."

"it is good."