After transmigrating, I use Slag Gong as a stand-in

Song Lin made several phone calls, but couldn't get through.

"Wei Zhun doesn't take us seriously now," he said with a wry smile while posing with his mobile phone. "In the past, he didn't answer once, but now he doesn't answer after calling several times."

"He has something to do today." Lin Feng lowered his head and wrote the medical records.

Song Lin clicked his tongue, "If it wasn't for Xu Jingzhou, in the past, he wouldn't have gone to the factory to do this kind of thankless work." He paused, thinking of something, "Has he quit smoking?"

"No, can't you see?" Lin Feng lost his patience when he asked, and motioned to the patient at the door, "If you don't have any mental illness, just wait outside. I'll gossip with you after seeing these two patients. That's fine." no?"

Song Lin had no choice but to hang his head, walked to the aisle and waited.

During the period, I made several phone calls to Wei Zhun, but no one answered.

He always felt that something was wrong.

After seeing the patient, Lin Feng came out with a box of something and threw it to him, "I found something for Wei Zhun to replace chewing gum. The last time I saw him bit his tongue to quit smoking, he almost killed himself."

Song Lin opened his eyes wide, "Really."

"That's right, I was waiting for Xu Jingzhou outside the set with him, and I saw something dripping from the corner of his mouth," Lin Feng shook his head and sighed, "Good guy, look closely, it's blood."

"I made myself like this for a man." Song Lin muttered a few words.

What Lin Feng found looked like medicine.

He was very curious at first, and wanted to secretly take apart two pieces to taste it, but when he saw the English letters in the box, there seemed to be a lot of precautions for eating, and he subconsciously panicked.

"Call him again, what time is it now." Lin Feng frowned and looked at his watch, "The tattoo shop will be closed later." Song Lin was taken aback, "What's wrong with the tattoo?"

"You didn't notice it before?" Lin Feng changed into casual clothes, pointed to the open space behind his neck, "His skin is a bit sensitive, it was inflamed when he got the tattoo, and he bleeds."

"It got better later, but the tattoo became a bit weird and it was easy to see." Lin Feng pulled him up from the chair and walked towards the elevator entrance, "So I went to get the tattoo repaired with him after drinking today."

Song Lin groaned, and pulled out the phone number he just dialed from the communication log.

When preparing to redial,

Another somewhat familiar number came in without warning, interrupting his movements.

"It seems to be from Wei Zhun's company." He stopped Lin Feng who was about to enter the elevator, and connected the phone, "Wei Zhun? What's wrong with you? I called your phone and you didn't answer it. You lost your phone? You're back to the company now." ?”

"Young Master Song!"

The voice that came out of the sound hole was not Wei Zhun's voice, but a crying girl.

Song Lin remembered her, and said, "You're not the one, you're a new copywriter in your company, why are you crying? Your boss has deducted your salary?"

"No," the girl sobbed and gasped, "It's the factory, the factory had an accident."

The corner of Song Lin's mouth froze in a smile.

After finally waiting for the number of elevator floors to change from over 20 to five, Lin Feng took two steps to the side and was about to call the people behind him to enter the elevator.

In the end, before he could move, he was grabbed by Song Lin and dragged into the escape channel!

Lin Feng opened his eyes wide in fright, "What are you doing?"

The corners of Song Lin's eyes were bloodshot, and he was so anxious that he didn't know what to say. He frantically sorted out his words, and finally he only uttered a few words: "The factory exploded."

·

There was an accidental explosion in the factory, and some areas were severely collapsed.

The other party has always been responsible for the safety issue. Wei Zhun is only responsible for the handover of the product. Today, he just went to take a quick look. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

Lin Feng and the others rushed to the company and saw that the company was in chaos.

"Mr. Han is also at the factory! I haven't been in touch yet! The firefighters have also rescued the scene, and no casualties have been found so far." The girl said: "The last time I contacted Mr. Han, he and his assistant were still on the way. I will think about it later. I called, but I didn't get through. I didn't think much about it at the time..."

Song Lin is helping to manage the company.

Lin Feng glanced at the computer and found that the page was full of reports on the bombing and speculation about "Han Zhou".Those words made his eyes hurt, and he almost lost his mind due to the violent emotional shock.

"What should I do?" The girl gritted her teeth.

"Well, now, let's suppress the fake news that speculates that your President Han was killed in the bombing, and don't leave a single bit of it." Lin Feng took a deep breath, "I'll go to the scene later."

The girl nodded hurriedly.

Lin Feng picked up his mobile phone and called Li Qing while walking out quickly.

"I just wanted to ask you!" Li Qing was also in a hurry, "Have you seen Xu Jingzhou?? Why is there no one here? He didn't answer the phone."

Lin Feng immediately lost his temper, "You ask me?! Is he your artist or my artist?"

"It's my artist, but he hasn't gotten close to Wei Zhun recently, so I thought," Li Qing paused, as if he saw something, "Damn it, Wei Zhun was killed?"

Lin Feng was rude: "Can you fucking talk?"

"No, I just read the news, and I don't believe it either." Li Qing was almost in a daze, "What's going on? Why did it happen all of a sudden? Is Wei Zhun okay now?"

Lin Feng walked into the elevator, "I don't know!"

Both ends of the phone fell silent at the same time.

The sudden accident made everyone realize what it means to be caught off guard. They used to be supporting roles in this scene, and they have been following the rules and silently cooperating.

Now he has become the most helpless person.

What about the two protagonists?

Couldn't find it.

Li Qing was silent for a while, and then said, "I'm going to find Xu Jingzhou now. I have to keep this matter from him. If he finds out, I will definitely go crazy. Han Zhou has already died once, and he will die again."

"Yes." Lin Feng took a deep breath, "Take care of him, we have to continue..."

The elevator reaches the first floor.

The elevator door opened slowly, and the floor of the empty hall was clean.The young man stood quietly in front of the elevator, his fair cheeks were stained with gray, his light-colored sweater was stained with mud, and his eyes were red as if he had just stayed up all night.

I'm afraid I just rolled in a mud puddle.

Lin Feng swallowed back what he hadn't finished speaking in a daze.

He opened his mouth and pulled out a smile, "Xiaozhou."

Xu Jingzhou looked up at him and pursed his lips.

"Why did you come here? Your manager has been looking for you everywhere. Look at this and call me." Lin Feng showed him the caller ID, his movements a little stiff, "Do you want to talk to him?"

Xu Jingzhou remained silent.

"Ah," Lin Feng frowned, realized something, and asked tentatively, "Are you here to find Han Zhou?"

Xu Jingzhou nodded, "Yes."

"He's not here, he," Lin Feng had a flash of inspiration, and quickly came up with an excuse, "He's on a business trip!"

"The business trip was very sudden. I got on the plane when I came back from the factory, and it took about four or five days to come back." Lin Feng said, "Well, I'll take you back first, and you go back and wait for him, okay."

Xu Jingzhou said, "Not good."

His tone was cold, clean, without

There is room for any negotiable.

Without waiting for Lin Feng to say anything, this man quickly got into the elevator behind him while he was not paying attention, and quickly pressed the floor!Before Lin Feng could get in, the elevator doors closed.

Xu Jingzhou went straight to the fifth floor.

After the elevator door opened, Song Lin was guarding the elevator entrance.

His own company had never been so busy. Song Lin was still dealing with chores, but Lin Feng called him urgently, saying that Xu Jingzhou had passed by, and asked him to find a way to stabilize this person's emotions.

Damn, is there any way to do this? ?

Xu Jingzhou didn't seem to notice him, and went straight to Wei Zhun's office.

"No, Wei Zhun is really not in the office, he's really on a business trip!" Song Lin felt that he couldn't do it, this man seemed to have lost control of his emotions, and would not listen to anything.

Xu Jingzhou pushed open the office, and there was no one there.

Song Lin persuaded: "Look, he's not here, right? You go back first?"

The office area behind him was chaotic, and the continuous ringing of the phone made the room deserted.The curtains were drawn tightly, and a faint ray of light came in and reflected on the table.

The air conditioner had obviously not been turned on, and the room was filled with a light mint fragrance that had not been blown away.

Xu Jingzhou stood there for a while,

The tense state seemed to relax after smelling this smell, and the hand hanging by his side was still clenched tightly. He trembled slightly, and after repeatedly adjusting his breathing, he gradually calmed down.

The raging tide descended, covering all sounds.

He could hear the beating of the heart in his chest, deafeningly, as if beating on his nerves, causing a tingling pain in his temple.

It hurts like hell.

"Okay." He rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty and asked, "When will you be back?"

Song Lin stared at him in a daze, "Huh?"

Xu Jingzhou repeated: "When will he come back?"

"Probably, four or five days?" Song Lin clenched his teeth, almost holding back his emotions.

Xu Jingzhou hummed lightly.

He walked to the sofa in the office, sat down properly, with his back straight, his brows and eyes clean and docile, "Then I'll just wait here," he asked earnestly, "Is that okay?"

Song Lin could only persuade him so far.

When he left, he closed the office door casually, his emotions were still out of control after all, and he wiped away his tears for nothing.

It would be a lie to say that he is not worried, he and Wei Zhun have been friends for so many years, even if they hurt each other, they have come all the way.When he learned about this just now, he has been in control,

But this barely controlled emotion collapsed the moment he saw Xu Jingzhou.

After hearing him say, "I'll wait here, can I?"

By the time everything was settled, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Song Lin was so busy that he didn't even have time to look at his phone, and he didn't take care of Xu Jingzhou during the period.Xu Jingzhou always sat in the office by himself, never bothering him or any of the company's employees.

It was as if there was no one in the office at all.

The fire brigade handled the explosion in the factory well, but no casualties were found.

Public opinion about "Han Zhou" on the Internet has also been suppressed.Song Lin found out that several missed calls were from Lin Feng, and his heart was directly suspended.

He held his breath and called back, waiting for the urgent busy tone in the sound hole to fall.

"..."

"Hello?" The voice of the person on the phone was tired, "Song Lin."

Song Lin swallowed hard, "How is it? Any news about Wei Zhun?"

"I found him. He's fine. He just suffered some minor injuries and needs to stay in the hospital for a few days." Lin Feng asked, "Where's Xu Jingzhou? Is he alright?"

Song Lin breathed a sigh of relief, "I have nothing to do, I just insist on waiting for Wei Zhun to go back at the company." He paused, "Forget it, which hospital are you in now? I'll go find you now."

Just a small explosion.

It was nearly eleven o'clock when Song Lin arrived at the hospital. Lin Feng kept the matter a secret. He didn't see a reporter at the hospital gate.

When they found the ward, the nurse was changing Wei Zhun's gauze.

The wounds were on the forearm and right leg. Although there were no bones, some of the wounds were terrible and some were deep.Song Lin saw that his muscles twitched, and he frowned, "Why do you think you are doing this?"

Wei Zhun's lips turned pale, and he raised his eyes to glance at him, "Where's Xu Jingzhou? Are you leaving him alone in the company?"

"No!" Song Lin glared at him angrily, "How dare I leave your Boss Han's sweetheart alone?" He muttered: "The assistant is with me in the company, and the food and drinks are provided, so I won't let him go hungry."

Wei Zhun lowered his eyes again, retracted his bandaged forearm, "I'll go to the company to pick up someone tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it," Lin Feng frowned, "Just like you? Wrap three bandages on your arms and five on your legs, and then you tell Xu Jingzhou that nothing happened to you, so he shouldn't worry?"

Wei Zhun: "..."

"Wait until the wound is opened," he said, "Anyway, we said that you will be on a business trip for four or five days, so you can take care of it first."

Wei Zhun glanced at him and said nothing.

"But I want to say something heart-wrenching, Wei Zhun, don't be unwilling to listen to it." Song Lin stared at him, and couldn't hold back the words that had been simmering in his stomach all day.

Wei Zhun: "If you want to say bad things about Xu Jingzhou, just save yourself."

"Damn, I'm your brother! Who am I for if I'm not for you??" Song Lin didn't have Lin Feng's good temper, nor did he have the magnanimity. He blushed angrily and had a thick neck. When you are sick, do you need to dress up as Han Zhou and go to the factory? If you don’t go to the factory, there will be such a thing?”

"You don't know, I saw him coming to the company to look for you today. He didn't know that something happened to you! He just couldn't see you, so he was so anxious," Song Lin said, "It's like going crazy."

Wei Zhun paused and looked up, "What's wrong with him?"

"..." Song Lin felt ridiculous, "Don't forget who you are in his eyes."

The occasional sound of lathes passing by in the corridor outside the ward,

Gulu's wheels rolled over the floor, from far to near, and then pushed away amidst the sound of footsteps.Wei Zhun silently tightened the bandage on his arm, as if the tighter it was, the faster the wound would heal.

It started to rain outside.

He was silent for a while, and then said: "This explosion must be suppressed. How will we deal with it in the future? After I am discharged from the hospital, I will connect with the cooperative company. I will trouble you recently, help me to look at that company, and see who I will have private contacts with." , Is there any sign of packing up and leaving?"

"I have prepared for the second plan in advance. I will communicate with my assistant tomorrow. There should be no problem in business." He thought clearly and spoke calmly: "Xu Jingzhou, please take care of me."

There was a slight choke in his throat, and he recovered quickly like a habit: "Don't let him know about it."

·

In spring, the weather starts to warm up.

It has been raining continuously for the past two days, as if wishing to finish the rain of the whole spring in these two days, the damp and damp air enveloped the whole city like a gray fog.

The clouds had piled up for a few days, and this morning they finally lost their battle and were wiped out by the sun.

Xu Jingzhou opened the curtains, hoping to see light in the office.

"Small Continent," Copywriter

The girl was already familiar with him, knocked on the door, "I'm here to bring you breakfast."

Xu Jingzhou hurriedly took it from her hand, smiled, "Thank you." He blinked, "Have you eaten yet? Do you all come so early in the morning?"

The girl blushed from his stare, "It's not like this all the time. President Han is on a business trip recently. Everyone has a heavy workload, so we can only come here earlier and leave work later."

Xu Jingzhou said sincerely, "Thank you for your hard work."

Fourth day.

He explained the reason to Director Zhang, saying that he couldn't get into the mood to film well in the near future.Zhang Dao probably also learned something from Li Qing, so he didn't insist on it, and only asked him to make adjustments.

Xu Jingzhou had a good breakfast and started to read the script.

Recently, he has been reading scripts to pass the time. There are various scripts, and he plans to take on another movie after filming this drama, and play a lively and lively role.

The company's normal working hours are 08:30.

Through the glass window, he vaguely saw that there were more people outside, and several employees walked to their workstations with lunch boxes, waved to him through the window, and lip-synced: "Zao Xiaozhou."

Xu Jingzhou raised his head and mouthed back: "Morning!"

He counted the people in such a calm and peaceful atmosphere, watching the empty workstations being filled one after another, his eyes slowly retracted, and he fell back between the lines of the script.

"Calm and hidden thoughts," Xu Jingzhou said seriously, "I've been waiting for you for a long time—"

There was a faint exclamation from outside the house,

Xu Jingzhou was stunned, and turned his head. Seeing that the employees at the workstation seemed to have seen some rare objects, they all stretched their necks to look at the door, and some even applauded.

Someone noticed his gaze, waved their hands in surprise, and vaguely said something.

Xu Jingzhou suffered cardiac arrest,

He looked away and stared at the door of the office without moving. His throat was suddenly so dry that it hurt, and he couldn't remember how long he kept his gaze in this position. He only heard the door creak and it was pushed open.

The man was dressed in the same clothes as when he left a few days ago, his face was not very good, but his eyes were still full of tenderness.

"I heard they said that Xiaozhou stayed here for four days?" He put down the documents, took off his suit jacket, and drew the curtains of the glass windows, and asked with a smile, "Why don't you stay at home, what are you doing here looking for brother? "

Xu Jingzhou sat on the sofa holding the script,

He twitched his eyelashes and looked away, "Why did you hang up so suddenly that day?"

The other party's movements seemed to pause, but quickly resumed.

"Suddenly there was no signal, and before I could say anything to Xiaozhou, the phone was hung up." He explained: "Later, I felt that there was no need to call back for such a trivial matter, and besides, I was busy at the time."

Wei Zhun raised his eyes and met the red-rimmed eyes of the young man. Feeling guilty, he casually changed the topic: "Xiaozhou hasn't been filming recently?"

Xu Jingzhou said: "No." He got up from the sofa and asked, "Are you busy now?"

Wei Zhun: "Huh?"

"I've been here for four days, that's enough." He said calmly, "Can you send me back?"

The most recent meeting is in the afternoon.

Wei Zhun simply handled the affairs and took the man home.It takes about four to 10 minutes from the company to the residence.

He thought that this man had indeed suffered a lot of grievances after staying in the company for four days, so he went to the kitchen to cook some porridge.After all, his current cooking skills only allow him to do this.

Xu Jingzhou took a shower and came out wiping his hair.

He leaned against the kitchen door, his eyes half-closed, "You only know how to do this?"

"Huh?" Wei Zhun took the bowl back to the restaurant and said with a smile, "Don't you know what I will do?"

Xu Jingzhou said, "I'll try it."

He had obviously eaten it many times, and he spoke as if it was the first time he had eaten it.

Xu Jingzhou took a bite of the burrito with his chopsticks, chewed it carefully, and swallowed.

"How is it?" Wei Zhun asked cooperatively, "Has brother's cooking skills improved?"

Xu Jingzhou raised his eyes suddenly, his gaze went straight into his eyes, and he asked, "Do you miss me?"

The air conditioner turned on the warm current.

The hot wind blew towards his back and brushed over his forehead, covering the expressions between his brows and eyes.

The two sat side by side at the table, very close to each other.

Wei Zhun seemed to be slow in reacting, and smiled, "Of course my brother will miss you."

Long silence.

Xu Jingzhou restrained his eyes and did not insist on asking for an answer.

"I took a shower just now, and I didn't find any suitable clothes. I took one casually, and it didn't seem to fit me well." His voice was very soft, and his breathing was mixed in an ambiguous and subtle atmosphere, "You change it for me."

Wei Zhun sensed that he seemed not in the right mood, and turned around, "Isn't your pajamas on the sofa?"

"no,"

Xu Jingzhou staggered a step and bumped into him.

At the moment of unintentional collision, it seemed that they could feel each other's violent heartbeats through the fabric. This person did not move away, and his eyes were staring at him without any cover. The emotions and intentions inside were all in the eyes.

"I want you to help me take it off."

"Don't you miss me?" He leaned close to his ear, breathing warmly: "Don't want to do it?"

The tablecloth was slippery.

In the beginning, it was an unconscious impulse, strong emotions and thoughts that had been suppressed for a long time gushing out, washing away the poorly maintained sobriety and reason,

When the skin is attached to the cold tabletop, all the real things will suddenly return to their place.

Every collision is not much gentler than before, no matter how restrained he is, he can't help it.

The scorching and disordered breathing was submerged in the occasional broken cry, Wei Zhun couldn't tell the strength, he couldn't think about it at all, his nerves were tense all the time, and his back was as tense as a bow and arrow ready to be fired.

It was difficult for him to look into Xu Jingzhou's eyes, even if he really wanted to, he was afraid to see himself from inside.

The clothes hanging loosely around his ankles were dangling, and someone grabbed him and took out something.

Wei Zhun smelled a strong and pungent smell.

He turned his head and pulled out the person in his arms, and saw the young man's red eyes and nose, and the mist in his eyes, as if he wanted to wash the eyes that were already sober enough.

With a cigarette between his fingers, he coughed violently because of his first unskilled puff, and trembled as if he couldn't breathe.

"What are you doing?" Wei Zhun wasn't sure for a moment how Han Zhou would react at this time, he subconsciously held his back in distress, trying to snatch the cigarette from his hand, "I'm only away for a few days, you just Learned to smoke?"

Xu Jingzhou recovered from his cough, looked at him with red eyes from crying, and at a certain moment suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck, and took a puff of cigarette while tilting his head towards him for a deep kiss,

Lips touch.

early spring.

There is more fresh green outside the window at the edge of the field of view. When the sun falls, it brings a bit of warmth. The cool wind blows against the heating of the air conditioner, and it seems that there is a difference between hot and cold in this space.

The cold kiss is mixed with bitter smoke, overflowing from the intertwined gap,

Xu Jingzhou held back his cough while panting with his head tilted, and called him hoarsely:

"Wei Zhun."