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

Early the next morning, Zhao Liuke woke up when the sky was bright.

He was trapped in the soft quilt, and he couldn't open his eyes immediately, but leaned back, getting closer to the person behind him.

Huo Jinfeng was still sleeping, subconsciously patted the heat source that was close by, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep a little longer."

Zhao Liuke lay quietly for a while, fully awake, took his arm across his waist away, stuffed it back under the quilt, and sat up by himself.

When he opened the door, he smelled firecrackers.

On the ground in the yard, red firecracker skins were scattered everywhere.

At this moment, I squatted down and realized that there was floor heating in the corridor outside.

The corridor was two steps higher than the yard, and he simply sat on the edge, with one leg bent and the other hanging down, and he felt a little bit of broken particles in the corner.

Put it on the tip of your nose and smell it, it turned out to be fish food.

In the pool in the middle of the yard, red, yellow and yellow carp swim around.

Zhao Liuke stretched out his hand and sprinkled a few grains forward, and they gathered their probes together, grabbed them and swam away.

The sound of high heels came from behind.

Zhao Liuke didn't turn his head, Yang Xiaoying stopped in place, her eyes fell on the hickey on the back of his neck.

The crew neck sweater he was wearing was uncovered.

I didn't want to cover it either.

She was wrapped in a mink fur shawl and a classic cheongsam, and she was not in a hurry, and said calmly: "I didn't expect that you would be quite pleasing, but I was wrong."

In her eyes, Zhao Liuke is just a starlet who is favored by his body for a while. He only uses some small tricks to catch Huo Jinfeng, and he can't get on the stage.

Zhao Liuke was silent for a while, and asked sincerely: "Is Huo Jinfeng the emperor? How do you say I look like a male favorite?"

Yang Xiaoying's tone suddenly became sharp: "Isn't it?"

"Then what are you so afraid of me for?" Zhao Liuke turned around.

The morning light projected from the back of his head, making his face cloudy and his eyes cold.

He stood up, his hands empty.

The fish food is finished.

"He's a cripple, and I'm a little actor who climbs a bed." Zhao Liuke took two steps closer, "What's there to be afraid of? Why are you backing away?"

"you……!"

Yang Xiaoying stepped on something with her back foot, her foot was unstable, she fell backwards, and she sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, spraining her foot.

Zhao Liuke didn't reach out to help.

He smiled and asked, "Am I still on your household registration book now, Aunt Yang?"

Yang Xiaoying froze in place.

When Zhao Liuke entered the room, Huo Jinfeng had just woken up, saw him coming in and waved to him.

When Zhao Liuke approached him, he was hugged and kissed at the corner of his mouth.

"Get up and brush your teeth."

Huo Jinfeng asked while putting on his clothes: "Who were you talking to in the yard just now?"

Zhao Liuke smiled and handed him the dental cup: "An irrelevant person."

Distant relatives have gone back one after another last night, and the ones left this morning are all immediate relatives.

Huo Jinfeng's uncle and his family have a good daughter who took the college entrance examination this year and didn't come back for the New Year.My aunt was so worried that she left early, leaving only my uncle here.

For a while, there were only these few people left in the mansion, Huo Jinfeng and his juniors, Yang Xiaoying, Huo Yun, and Huo Jinfeng's uncle.

Great noon.

Huo Biaohua abducted Zhao Liuke from his lover and led them into a small house.

The house was cleaned frequently and was spotless, but the items were very small, as if it were a place where children lived.

Zhao Liuke followed her and watched her take out a photo album from a cabinet and hand it to him: "Want to see it?"

Zhao Liuke took it over and found a small bench.

He spread out this thick photo album on a small square table, sat on a small stool with his long legs bent, and used the small table, as if an adult had forcibly entered a child's world, which was a bit funny.

is their photo.

It was black and white at the beginning, followed by a beautiful handwriting, writing down the date, remembering what you did.

A family of four, or individual photos of the children, as well as Huo Yun.

This pair of twins has been very different since childhood, one carefree, the other calm and mature, with distinct personalities.

It's usually a group photo of three people, with their mother preferring to hide behind the camera.

Until the end, there was only one picture of her.

The photos in the latter part were all color prints, but this one is black and white. Zhao Liuke knew at a glance that it was a posthumous photo.

The woman in the photo smiled at Yan Yan, with a heroic spirit similar to that of Huo Boutonniere in her brows, without a sense of weakness, calm and atmospheric.

Zhao Liuke put his hand on the edge of her face through the transparent PVC paper.

Huo Boutonniere sat down on the single sofa next to her.

She drank too much yesterday and was taken back by the servant to remove her make-up, and she didn't put on any makeup today. With a handsome plain face, she felt a little uncomfortable, so she leaned back and looked at the ceiling.

Her plain face is six to seven points similar to her mother's, but her father's eyes follow him, which looks affectionate and gentle.

"Liu Ke," Huo Biaohua said, "Actually, Yang Xiaoying also flattered us at the beginning."

Zhao Liuke looked up from the photo album and listened to her quietly.

"But we don't like her. It's easy to understand. She is not our real mother, but the person Huo Yun cheated on in marriage."

"Until Jinfeng was disabled by someone she bribed," said Huo Jinhua, "it's funny to say, because it was her idea, but it didn't take effect, and the person who made Jinfeng disabled in the end was Jinfeng himself The car accident didn't hurt Laifeng's leg at the beginning, until Yang Xiaoying said that the two of us are motherless children."

"The wind...the wind almost stabbed Yang Xiaoying to death." Huo Biaohua recalled, "There was blood all over the floor, Yang Xiaoying was slashed seven times in the abdomen, her lungs were contused by the wind, and her internal organs were damaged. Everyone thought She can't survive, and she hasn't dared to come within ten meters of the wind from then on."

"After Xifeng stabbed her, he gave himself a knife. He was like a lunatic. When I recovered, I was already in the ambulance. He was lying on a stretcher like a dead man."

"Yang Xiaoying went to sue him, but Afeng was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and mental illness at the time, so he was not sentenced."

"Huo Yun gave her a lot of money, shares, a mess, just to compensate her. He felt that our family owed her."

"Huo Jinfeng is much more sensitive than me. When my mother died, he looked at the building she jumped off. I don't know what he was thinking. Both of us were stubborn. When we grew up, we didn't talk much. We felt awkward. Later... Later I If you are afraid of him, you dare not speak."

When Huo Biaohua said this, she looked up at him: "What do you two usually talk about?"

Zhao Liuke thought for a moment: "Get up and eat, come back late, it's quite normal."

"That's good," said Huo Boutonniere, "you've made him a lot more normal."

Huo Jinhua seemed tired of talking, and apologized to him: "I'm sorry, Liu Ke, I just thought you would know sooner or later, so I told you in advance, if Jinfeng asks, don't tell him, so as not to affect you emotion."

"Nothing," Zhao Liuke shook his head, "Sister, are you tired, go back and rest, I'll take a look here."

"Well, then I'll go back." Huo Jinhua stood up, pointed to a photo and said, "Some of Huo Jinfeng's leaflets are quite interesting, you can ask him."

"Oh, by the way," Huo Biaohua walked to the door before turning her head, as if thinking of something, "I'm telling you this because grandpa is going to draw up a suicide note tonight, and Yang Xiaoying will definitely come to meddle in it. My dad is useless and can't stop me." Stop her. We should have no problem dealing with her, but if something goes wrong halfway, see if we can think of a way together."

Zhao Liuke nodded.

He just took a rough look at it just now, and now he started to study it carefully and saw some ridiculous photos.

For example, Huo Jinhua braided Huo Jinfeng's hair, Huo Yun recognized the two of them, and fed Huo Jinfeng.

The child raised his eyebrows in protest, and pressed his father's face tightly with his small hands.

The name of the photo is written on the back: "Misidentification", in elegant handwriting.

The date is... 20 years ago.

It is not difficult to see how happy this family was.

The door opened, and the creaking sound of the wooden door made Zhao Liuke break out of his thoughts, and looked outside the door.

Huo Jinfeng sat in a wheelchair and didn't come in at the door. He smiled lightly, and he could only see his good mood from the corners of his slightly curved eyes.

He asked, "What did Huo Boutonniere say about me?"

Zhao Liuke propped his chin in his hand, sat by the coffee table, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Say you are cute."

Huo Jinfeng shook his head: "You made it up pretty much."

He didn't ask any more questions, and approached with the armrest of the wheelchair, a little taller than Zhao Liuke, because the other party only sat on a small stool.

He looked at him from top to bottom and asked, "Do you know where this is?"

"Where did you live when you were young?" Zhao Liuke asked, "I saw a small seal of yours."

He pointed to a photo, in which Huo Jinfeng was lying on the long table and carved a seal for himself with a carving knife, while his grandfather looked at him and smiled.

The background of the photo is here.

Huo Jinfeng looked around: "Yes."

He turned the wheelchair around.

There are bookcases on one wall of this room, and some of the books inside have been turned to the spine and peeled off, and have been read many times.

He looked at it, his eyes fixed on a book.

Huo Jinfeng pulled the book out from the book wall.

The book is very thin, half a finger thick.

He flipped through it, and there was a yellowed note inside.

Huo Jinfeng took the book down and stopped where he was, with reminiscence in his eyes, but his eyes were looking at him again.

Zhao Liuke looked at his movements, as if hesitating.

It was so far away that he didn't see the title of the book.

He asked gently: "What's the matter?"

Huo Jinfeng didn't come over, and was three or four steps away from him. Hearing this, he was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled.

It seemed ashamed, but also relieved.

The man said to him, "This is... the book I thought I would give to my lover when I was a child."

"Wanna see."

Zhao Liuke stood up.

He seemed to be bewitched by the word "lover", he stood up too quickly, knocked his knee on the small coffee table, and made a muffled sound.

But now, no one cares about that.

He took it over, only to see the words on the cover.

"Lin Huiyin Poetry Collection".

Huo Jinfeng didn't look at him, but set his eyes on the book, and said: "This is a very old version, and it contains some poems that I don't usually see, some of which I like very much."

Zhao Liuke lowered his head, stroked the cover, and said in an unprecedentedly low voice, "I want to watch it now, okay?"

"Don't worry." Huo Jinfeng said.

"We... still have a long time, you can take your time."

Zhao Liuke met his gentle gaze, and even though they had no physical contact, he still blushed.

It was because Huo Boutonniere had said so many things just now that he knew how precious such eyes were.

"Ah."