New year greeting

Song Yanqing was still asleep.The Spring Festival passed by in a flash, and Song Xinyuan's birthday also slipped away in his hopeless waiting.

With the broadcast of "Surgical Storm", Song Xinyuan received widespread attention, and many crews and advertisers offered him an olive branch.In order to alleviate the pressure brought by medical expenses, Song Xinyuan had to cheer up and study the script forwarded by Jia Yingjun.

Feng Deng did not appeal and will be sent to the Fifth Mental Hospital tomorrow.After hearing the news, Song Xinyuan was stunned for a long time, feeling that it was unreal.His long-cherished wish came true, but he couldn't laugh.

He put away his phone and looked at Song Yanqing. Song Yanqing's symptoms of muscle atrophy were getting worse. Song Yanqing was much weaker than before the accident.

"Father, will you blame me when you wake up? Don't blame me..." Song Xinyuan asked while massaging Song Yanqing, "I don't want to be with him, let's stay away from him, okay?"

At this time, Song Yanqing's left hand shook.Song Xinyuan rubbed his eyes and found that Song Yanqing's hand moved again.He hurriedly pressed the beeper and called the attending doctor over.

The attending doctor observed for a long time, but unfortunately Song Yanqing returned to normal and remained motionless.After the examination, the doctor hesitated for a moment, and told Song Xinyuan: "It should be a flashback, so prepare for the worst."

Song Xinyuan's eyes suddenly widened. He took a step back and shook his head: "Impossible! My dad must have heard my voice, he is about to wake up."

The doctor sighed. He has seen too many family members who refused to accept the reality. For such people, explanations are useless. He can only repeat the patient's physical condition to make the family members sober.Doctors do not want to take responsibility and have no obligation to comfort family members.He left after speaking, returning the space to Song Xinyuan.

Song Xinyuan heard the doctor's words, feeling unbelievable. When Song Yanqing was in prison, he was looking forward to Song Yanqing's return. He never expected that Song Yanqing was so close to death.

It's all my fault, Song Xinyuan thought, if I didn't ask my father to send flowers that day, it would be fine. I obviously don't like flowers, so why did I ask my father to send flowers?

Song Xinyuan was lying on the bed, and the ward was terribly silent. After an unknown amount of time, a suppressed whimper sounded from inside.

Song Yanqing did not survive the spring, and bid farewell to this world silently, and he also had no chance to say goodbye to Song Xinyuan.At that time, Song Xinyuan was fetching hot water in the boiling water room and wanted to scrub Song Yanqing's body. When he returned to the ward, he noticed that Song Yanqing's breathing was accelerating and his expression was not right, so he hurried to find a doctor.

"It can't be done," the doctor looked at the ECG monitor and confessed, "Let's prepare for the funeral."

Song Xinyuan shook and knelt on the ground.

Song Yanqing's funeral ceremony was very concise, and only a few relatives attended the funeral.Song Xinyuan kept his filial piety for seven days and retired from the two-bedroom apartment. He decided to leave Qianyang City and never return except for tomb-sweeping.

At the end of April, Li Mingzhou sent him to the airport: "Do you really want to leave? Can you do it alone?"

Song Xinyuan: "I'm going back to Changchuan. The company is in Changchuan. It's convenient to work. I rent a house. It's okay. I'm used to staying there."

Unable to stop him, Li Mingzhou rubbed his temples: "Come back and see me when you have time."

"Brother, you are only 38, you are young, don't worry about me, live your life well."

"Who made you never grow up?"

"How many times have I emphasized that I am no longer a child. The time is coming, I have to check in, bye."

"Well, be safe and make a call when you arrive."

After Song Xinyuan arrived in Changchuan City, he first reported to Li Mingzhou that he was safe, and then went back to his residence to pack his things.The climate in Changchuan City is humid. The old house he rented has not been lived in for nearly a year. There is a thick layer of dust in the house, and the bedding is also moldy. Fortunately, the water and electricity can be used normally.He spent the whole afternoon cleaning the room, drying the quilt with a heater, and laying down quietly at night.

Following Jia Yingjun's instructions, he posted a selfie to appease his growing number of fans.In the end, he replied to Jia Yingjun: "Brother Jun, I have made up my mind, let's try "Rushing"."

"Run Liu" is a family period drama, with the reform and opening up as the background, it describes the ups and downs of a family of seven.The role that Song Xinyuan wants to audition for is the second male lead, who will play the male lead's younger brother in the play.

Jia Yingjun was a little hesitant. With Song Xinyuan's current popularity, it would be no problem to play the leading role in an idol drama, and it would be easy to attract fans and make money. It will cause trouble for the upper body, which is really not worthwhile.

Song Xinyuan listened to Jia Yingjun's concerns, and insisted: "Brother Jun, I'm not young enough to act in idol dramas, and I don't want to disappoint Director Kong's expectations, please, Brother Jun."

"Okay, I'll take you to an audition some other day, only if you can pass the test. The director of "Rush" has a weird temper and is very picky. If you succeed in the audition, you can put on a few more variety shows before the filming starts to make some money for the company, otherwise I can't explain it to the higher ups."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"Hey, when have you ever listened to me?" Jia Yingjun thought that Song Xinyuan had just lost his father, so it's not easy to blame him, "Think carefully about the role."

Song Xinyuan threw himself into work quickly, and everyone thought he had stepped out of the shadows and had a new start.

In mid-May, Song Xinyuan and Jia Yingjun came to the "Rush" audition.After ten o'clock in the morning, it was Song Xinyuan's turn to enter.Song Xinyuan walked into the audition room, got the audition clips, brewed for a few minutes, took a deep breath, faced the director, producer, etc., and began to perform.As a result, Song Xinyuan went wrong.

His face was stiff, his mind was blank, as if he had forgotten how to act, and he was in a mess.He lost.

For Song Xinyuan's failure, Jia Yingjun was particularly embarrassed. He threw Song Xinyuan home, re-selected a book for Song Xinyuan, and ordered Song Xinyuan to serve snacks. Don't make excuses for failure. The entertainment industry that eats the weak has no shortage of hard-working people.

Jia Yingjun said: "Although your new drama is very popular, you can't go on variety shows in this state. The company can only give priority to other people when it gets resources. After you adjust, watch more movies and TV series. Why face the camera? Can’t speak? Find the reason.”

Song Xinyuan nodded, staying in the small room and not actively contacting anyone.Li Mingzhou asked him how he was doing, and he replied, I'm fine.Zhao Yan asked him to meet, but he refused.He said, I'm going to join the group, and I have to recite the lines.

In fact, he is not well at all, he does not eat well, does not sleep well, often in a daze, unable to distinguish day from night.

Before you know it, midsummer is ushered in.One night in the middle of the night, Li Mingzhou and Feng Xinghe were having a heated conversation when they suddenly heard the phone ring.

Feng Xinghe pushed Li Mingzhou away: "Get up... answer the phone..."

Li Mingzhou hugged Feng Xinghe tightly: "It's not our phone."

Feng Xinghe suddenly woke up: "It's Feng Deng's phone that's ringing."

Li Mingzhou: "Fuck, why don't you turn off the phone for him?"

Feng Xinghe kept Feng Deng's personal belongings, including Feng Deng's mobile phone. In order to avoid accidents, Feng Deng's mobile phone has been kept unblocked for the past few months.

The ringtone was still ringing, Feng Xinghe found Feng Deng's cell phone from the drawer, and glanced at the screen.

"Whose phone number?" Li Mingzhou asked.

"Little rabbit." Feng Xinghe pointed to the note and said.

"..." Li Mingzhou looked at the phone number and frowned, "It's that idiot Song Xinyuan."

Li Mingzhou turned on the speakerphone, wanting to know what Song Xinyuan was doing, but after a long while, Song Xinyuan said nothing.

"elder brother……"

Li Mingzhou was frightened by this title, and just about to scold someone, he heard Song Xinyuan sobbing, "Brother, why did you leave me alone... You said you would come back to me, you lied to me..."

Song Xinyuan seemed bewildered and complained endlessly.

Li Mingzhou remembered that this was Feng Deng's cell phone, and tried to call: "Song Xinyuan?"

The next moment, Song Xinyuan hung up the phone.

That night, Li Mingzhou and Feng Xinghe suffered from insomnia, and Feng Xinghe proposed: "I'll go to the hospital next week and talk to Feng Deng."

"Don't worry," Li Mingzhou stopped, "I'll ask Song Xinyuan what's going on tomorrow."

The next day, when Li Mingzhou woke up, he called Song Xinyuan, and it took him more than a dozen times to get through.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Song Xinyuan said impatiently, "Disturbing people's dreams early in the morning."

Li Mingzhou held back his anger and asked, "What happened to you in the middle of the night last night?"

Song Xinyuan paused for a few seconds, as if he didn't understand what he meant: "What?"

"Don't you remember? You made a phone call to—"

"No, you made a mistake." Song Xinyuan denied, "I went back to sleep."

Li Mingzhou received a hint from Feng Xinghe and changed the subject: "Are you okay recently? Is your work going well? Why didn't I see you on TV? It's time to update Weibo and Moments."

"Brother, you are so long-winded, don't curse me. I am too lazy to fix those useless things, so I hang up."

Li Mingzhou stared at the phone, thought for a long time, and said, "It's okay, he may be dreaming, and he will forget it when he wakes up."

Feng Xinghe worried: "Yuan Yuan won't be—"

"No, don't think about it, he's fine, it's normal."

The reality is obviously more complicated than Li Mingzhou imagined.For the next two weeks, every three days, Song Xinyuan would call Feng Deng crying at night.

Sometimes I ask, Dad, where have you been?

Sometimes I ask, brother, why don't you come to me?

However, in the daytime, when Li Mingzhou asked, Song Xinyuan said he didn't remember it.Li Mingzhou simply suspected that Song Xinyuan did it on purpose to sabotage his good relationship with Feng Xinghe.Li Mingzhou planned to go to Changchuan City to find Song Xinyuan, but was stopped by Feng Xinghe.

"Don't force Yuanyuan, let me go to the hospital to meet Feng Deng."

"No, seeing that he is useless, he is too busy to take care of himself now, maybe what will happen to him." Li Mingzhou thought that Feng Deng had harmed Song Xinyuan, and did not agree to find Feng Deng.

"Li Mingzhou, don't make me angry, Feng Deng is not sick at all."

"He's not sick? Whose is the checklist in court?"

"It's not his anyway."

The two quarreled, but neither was willing to compromise, and finally threw Feng Deng's mobile phone into another bedroom, and silently cooperated with Song Xinyuan in the performance, as long as he was happy.

At the end of May, Li Mingzhou received a call from Jia Yingjun.

Jia Yingjun said, "President Li, please take Song Xinyuan home."

Li Mingzhou was surprised: "What happened to him?"

"He suffers from sleepwalking, and always knocks on the neighbor's door at night, scaring people to death, and he was complained about. To be honest, he has been in Changchuan for the past few months, and he has been unable to act. I thought you knew..."

Li Mingzhou flew to Changchuan to arrest Song Xinyuan that day.

The author says:

Don't worry, look back, I will post candy, but I didn't write about it today!In the future, I will talk about why Song Yanqing was asked to take the lunch box. The main reason is that he committed too many crimes.