After a career fan marries a disabled actor[Transmigration Book]

The leading bodyguard picked up Huo Jinfeng and sat him on the wheelchair, holding an umbrella to send him back.

When Zhao Liuke was sent to the hospital, he still held onto his backpack tightly.His hand was so badly injured that the family doctor couldn't operate on him.Blood seeped out from the gauze, stained red, and looked a little scary.

It is enough to see how ruthless Huo Jinfeng is to himself.

The doctor looked at the wound on his left hand with his glasses on, and immediately cleaned the wound and sewed it up.

Local anesthesia, Zhao Liuke lying on the operating table, can only feel something connected to the injured skin, and occasionally a little pain.He closed his eyes and chatted with the doctor.

"Can paralysis be cured, doctor?"

The doctor kept moving, this is the private hospital of the Huo family, and he knew it was Huo Jinfeng who asked the question as soon as he heard it.

"If it's Mr. Huo, it can be cured, but the patient is unwilling to be cured."

Zhao Liuke hummed and stopped asking.

At night, he stayed in the hospital, swiped his cell phone with his good hand, and watched a movie that Huo Jinfeng acted in a few years ago, "Letter Paper".

Light-hearted comedy film, the hero is an otaku with a high IQ, and the heroine is a student who is preparing for the police academy. The two are involved in a murder case because of a piece of letter paper. They get to know each other and walk together during the solution.

At that time, Huo Jinfeng was only in his early twenties, younger than his current appearance, handsome and handsome, with enviable collagen on his face, making micro-expressions that are naturally suitable for the camera.

There is a scene in the movie that is shot from above. The hero and heroine found clues by the river. The hero was wearing a loose wool coat and soft white innerwear. He raised his eyes to look at the camera, and there was a ruthless look in his eyes when he sensed the truth. Light.

As the picture zoomed in, he frowned with thick black brows, contradictions and tears burst and collided on a face.He found something, but it was indescribable. The otaku who hadn't communicated with others for many years raised his mobile phone, wanting to reach out to the girl who made him feel bright——

He raised his hand halfway and felt something was wrong, and wanted to take it back, his face was mixed with entanglement and struggle.The girl with her back to him seemed to have sensed something, turned around carelessly, and held him: "What's wrong?"

His doubts and embarrassment towards himself dissipated under the warm eyes on the other side, softened his expression, took off the last shackles of depression, and showed a bright smile.

Really good acting.

It would be great if the current Huo Jinfeng is like the boy in it, but unfortunately he is covered with thorns, gloomy and introverted, as if he wants to swallow all the embarrassment, anger, struggle, and blazing, as if he wants to be difficult. Swallowed a cloud of magma.

Zhao Liuke closed his eyes and let the sound of the movie echo in the empty ward.

Although he was an actor in his previous life, he also knew that he had flaws.As more and more films were shot, he obviously felt powerless and thought of taking a break from filming for a while.

An actor like Huo Jinfeng, Zhao Liuke could tell at a glance that he was different from his own.This kind of empathy and precision of performance is something he can't do, it's innate.

Compared to the talents of actors like them, who are naturally immersed in the role, his performance is more like the final result of many deduction, but the result is too precise, so there is not much difference from the real one.All he can do is analyze, cut and peel the character, like peeling an onion with difficulty, tears flowed down the way, but he still insisted on peeling it off.

The day before he wore the book, he had a long chat with the familiar senior director before he dared to face his own problems.

The bearded director lay on the recliner and sighed, saying that it is another extreme for a person like him to reach this level. Compared with their talented actors, the result obtained by such hard work and calculation is also a different kind of ability.

On a summer night, the sky is full of stars, mosquitoes are buzzing, and a river of stars is flickering above his head. He goes around and around. He sits aside with a can of beer, reminiscing about the conversation just now, staring blankly at the ground.

Zhao Liuke thought about it, and felt sleepy for no reason. His left hand was still in pain, but he could not care about it.

He closed his eyes, and the phone in his hand was still on.

The door of the ward slid open silently, and a person was sitting in a wheelchair, with his thin left hand pressing on the fluorescent armrest to control his forward movement.After looking closely at the armrest, I realized that there is a game-like arrow key on it to control left, right, front, back, and front, which is very convenient.

The wheelchair stopped smoothly in front of the hospital bed.

Huo Jinfeng had already tidied up, and his washed bangs hung down a little softly, making him look thin and cold.

The curtains were not closed, and the patient's mobile phone played the movie "Letter Paper" that he acted in.Huo Jinfeng looked at him through the blue light of the mobile phone, and the first thing he saw was the darkened eyes of the young man.

His obscure gaze slid down from the young man's sleeping face, passed over his slightly soft chin, passed over the slightly rolled Adam's apple, and sank into the neckline of his hospital gown.

One afternoon is enough for Huo Jinfeng to find out all the information about the boy in front of him.

Zhao Liuke, his fiancé, is 23 years old this year, graduated from a certain film school, has no background, poor resources, and an old man who is lying in the ICU and burning money.

He has frequent contact with his stepmother Yang Xiaoying.

It's easy to understand, it must be because of my father.The young man was forced to marry himself.

But the behavior of coming to rescue him today is confusing.

It was as if he knew where he was, and came straight with a clear goal, stopping him who was about to self-harm.

Huo Jinfeng didn't understand, since he was disabled, his heart has been filled with pain, the injury can make him feel better, and the real pain will bring him real feeling, otherwise he would sit in a wheelchair all day, like a light wooden frame .

Why stop him?

"Letter Paper" played to a climax, the heroine fell into the water, and her short scream was swallowed by the water. At that time, the protagonist worked hard, and the woman really choked on the water.

Huo Jinfeng propped his chin, and shifted his eyes aimlessly. He couldn't help himself to recall the past experiences, but the previous memories would only make him painful. He recalled these peaceful little details without hindrance and peacefully like today , making him slightly stunned, he lowered his head and swept to the backpack next to the hospital bed.

He lowered his body slightly to pick up the bag, and touched it through the fabric.

The backpack had been soaked by the rain in the afternoon, and now it smelled of soaked moisture.Huo Jinfeng touched a hard shell, like a file folder.

He unzipped his backpack and saw a blue folder sealed with a film, frowned, and then tapped his watch.

The minimalist design has only the hands on the side of the watch, a black dot lights up, and the just right light is like a night light, allowing him to see the words on it clearly.

The first page is a contract, not a normal commercial clause, but an adoption contract.Sure enough, it was signed with Yang Xiaoying. The content of the contract was that Yang Xiaoying would contribute money to support Zhao Liuke's father until he died, and Zhao Liuke moved his household registration to Huo Jinfeng's name.In this way, she is bound to the Huo family, and she also has a soft and easy-to-use pawn.

Huo Jinfeng scoffed. "Letter Paper" hadn't finished playing yet, and it was nearing the end, with low-pitched music flowing, so the sneer was particularly clear.He paused, and looked at Zhao Liuke who was on the hospital bed.

Still sleeping.

Turning to the second page, Huo Jinfeng's hand stopped.

On the top are three big characters, Huo Jinfeng.

Further down, is all the information related to him.

The basic information is normal, height, weight and age, but other aspects are a bit abnormal, not only abnormal, it can even be said to be too detailed——

The information below is arranged in chronological order.

When did he participate in the movie/tv series, where he filmed, finished, and went online, what events he attended, what he wore, who the brand was for, what he did during his free time, where he lived when he was sick, and how he was reported by the media , the content of the report, the source, the name of the reporter, the company he works for...

Huo Jinfeng frowned tightly.

What's the matter, idiot?

He turned quickly, and occasionally stopped when he saw a place he couldn't remember clearly, and he didn't realize how tightly his fingers were gripping.

"stop looking."

The abrupt male voice pulled him out in time.Huo Jinfeng raised his head and saw Zhao Liuke who woke up staring at him without blinking, and took away the dead phone by the way.

"Letter Paper" is also over.

Huo Jinfeng loosened his fingers.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Liuke explained, "I woke up when the incision hurt too much."

Then look at him.

Huo Jinfeng's tone was cold, and he gestured to the folder in his hand in front of him: "What is this for?"

Zhao Liuke glanced at the folder on his lap, and smiled casually: "I haven't asked you why you are here in the middle of the night, and why you are looking through my bag, fiancé, married, husband."

"Ha," Huo Jinfeng made a mocking voice, "how can you explain your appearance so coincidentally?"

Zhao Liuke let out a sigh in his heart.

That's right, thorns all over his body, going straight, this is Huo Jinfeng's current state.

He pursed his lips, aware of his emotion, but didn't want to stop himself.

The director teacher told him that he was too tense, and his emotions and outbursts, especially his weaknesses, made people feel a little unsatisfactory. It would be better if he could respond more to what happened in reality.

At that time, Zhao Liuke, who was always calm and indifferent, didn't understand.

But now he is blessed to understand.

"I like you so much, how can I watch you die, if you can't stand up again...what to do. The driver and I just wanted to see the back garden."

Huo Jinfeng didn't expect to say a word, and the boy's voice trembled, and he frowned uncomfortably - he was distressed.

He turned on the light with the remote control of the light, and the light was brightly lit, and he saw the other person's eyelids suddenly reddened.

Zhao Liuke looked directly at him with tears in his eyes: "Did I do something wrong?"

Zhao Liuke snatched the folder from his hand, forcefully forced back the tears, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't look at it, there's nothing to see, I'm just a brain fan."

Huo Jinfeng's eyes froze when he saw the other party's hand, which was bandaged and fixed with a splint.

"No need," he analyzed in disgust, "Yang Xiaoying will give you enough money, and the contract you signed will take effect. It would be too stupid for you to marry me just because you like me. You are nothing more than being trampled to death."

Zhao Liuke slowly raised his head.

"I don't want to be tied to her. The person I married is you, and this contract should be signed with you."

"Sign with me?" Huo Jinfeng laughed in shock, "Just me? A cripple?!"

"Yes, it's just you." Zhao Liuke interrupted him calmly, his steady eyes slammed into his eyes with strength, trying to see his true emotions, "I'm just a little star, even if it's a hundred lines away. It's not an exaggeration, but I'm not reconciled, who doesn't want to win the best actor."

"Huo Jinfeng, you have to help me."

"Why?" Huo Jinfeng stared at him intently, and tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair with his thin and long fingers, "Because I can't stand up, I will definitely teach you everything?"

Tee, Tee, Tee.

He was angry, he misunderstood Zhao Liuke.

In the book, Huo Jinfeng would knock on the armrest of his wheelchair when he was angry.

"Just because I saved you today, just because I miss you."

Zhao Liuke did not give in: "You know my situation. It is too difficult for me to get a film. I can only borrow your hand, and I have no threat to you. You can also move out of the household registration at any time. Our agreement Divorce will not affect you, if you want, we can also sign a treaty, I only need the resources at the beginning."

"Huo Jinfeng," Zhao Liuke raised his miserable hand holding the splint, and made a final decision, "You know whether you can stand up yourself, but if you really make a move today, whether you can stand up is not certain .For the sake of my hand, help me."

He is not reconciled, there must be a way to understand these things in acting. He likes the feeling of shuttling through the characters, and likes the thrill of digging until he finally touches the core of the characters. Opportunity.

Besides, isn't his fiancé a gifted type?

It's right next to it, and it's playing right now.

He met Huo Jinfeng's expressionless face, as if he could pierce the other's stubborn mask and see his boiling mood.