The actor wants to get a divorce

Hearing this name from Lin Yang's mouth suddenly, Feng Jin's shoulders stiffened involuntarily.

─The face was extremely pale, without the slightest trace of blood.

The air in the carriage was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

I don't know how long the anxious silence lasted, before Feng Jin shook his head lightly, even his voice was pale: "I don't know, does it have something to do with me?"

Lin Yang's heart tightened, and a sarcasm smiled quietly on the corners of his lips.

But soon, Lin Yang changed his expression indifferently, took a single soot, and denied: "Don't think too much, Feng Jin, he got into an accident with someone, what could it have to do with you?"

Feng Jin's fingers clenched the corners of his clothes one by one.

"I just can't accept it." Lin Yang was choked by the cigarette, and his heart hurt sharply. "When I received the news and rushed to the hospital, my brother was lying quietly on the bed. He is 1.8 meters four My height, shrinking in the narrow and small bed, I will never open my eyes and call me brother again, do you know how I feel when I am a brother?"

Feng Jin lowered his gaze, his mind was buzzing.

The high decibels stimulated his brain, and the whole world was in turmoil.

Lin Yang coughed twice, his voice hoarse, "I really can't accept it for a while, what should I tell my parents, what should I do... If I had known it was the situation today, I would rather he hadn't gone abroad to find him, Didn't drag him back from the muddy racing track!"

The man's voice was a little choked up: "Why... He is obviously ready to start his life again."

Feng Jin looked up at him gently, his brain was very messed up, and there were many voices mixed in it, like the background sound in a horror movie, full of screams.

"sorry Sorry……"

Lin Yang turned his head to look at him.

Feng Jin's complexion was really ugly, like a person struggling to land after drowning, pale and frightening, his dark eyes were dull, his lips opened and closed, repeating something non-stop.

Lin Yang was startled, and reached out to pat Feng Jin's shoulder: "Feng Jin?"

Feng Jin's body trembled, and he stared blankly at Lin Yang for more than a dozen seconds before his eyes became focused a little bit, waking up like a dream, with a slight light.

"sorry."

Lin Yang leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath, "Do you know? His last call was to you."

Feng Jin stared at Lin Yang blankly.

Lin Yang smiled, as if he was feeling a little emotional, and while he was dizzy and blamed, he seemed a little careless: "That idiot... the place where he had an accident happened to be blocked by a big truck, and he lay on the ground for more than 20 minutes It was found by the parking boy, and the delay was too long, and the best time for rescue was missed."

Lin Yang's cigarette had already been smoked, and he pressed the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray in the car, feeling a little regretful: "He could have called for help first. Maybe there is still a chance, and there is still time..."

Feng Jin's breathing was almost stagnant.

It's a pity that Lin Yan didn't.

At the very end, instead of calling anyone who could save him, he called Feng Jin.

The reason is...

"Xiao Jin, I want to hear your voice..."

Feng Jin's hands and feet were terribly cold, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into a bottomless hole, his limbs and limbs were all skeletal, and his whole body was cold.

why.

that idiot.

Lin Yang took another cigarette from the cigarette case and threw it into his mouth. The smell of nicotine calmed his restless heart, and the radio in the car sounded music at the right time.

It was the song "Lover in Dew" that he and Fu Ran often listened to.

─After the song was played, Feng Jin let out a soft breath, with a calm face, "Can you tell me where he is buried?"

He wanted to go...to meet him.

He wanted Lin Yan to hear what he didn't hear on the phone.

Lin Yang bit his cigarette, turned his head and glanced at Feng Jin.

"Feng Jin, I don't mean to blame you. My brother has done a lot of wrong things, and he paid the price for it. He deserves it. You don't have to worship him."

Feng Jin insisted, the question was still the same: "Where was he buried?"

Lin Yang stared at him for a while, and finally spoke, his eyes were filled with anticipation: "Feng Jin, tell me honestly, if you were given a chance, would you forgive Xiao Yan?"

Feng Jin's mind was very confused, and his breath was short of breath: "I... hope he is alive."

Lin Yang was silent.

Then he took out the cigarette from his mouth and nodded slightly, as if he understood.

"I understand. Since you don't want to forgive, you don't need to know where he is now. Feng Jin, you and him, let's stop here."

Feng Jin's anxious eyes turned red, and he grabbed Lin Yang's arm: "He..."

Lin Yang patted Feng Jin's face: "Live well, this may be Xiaoyan's last wish."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yang pulled Feng Jin's hand away, opened the car door and walked out.

"Are you really going to break up with Mr. Fu?"

Feng Jin couldn't help but said, "Do you really want to marry another woman?"

Lin Yang paused, without any displeasure on his face, instead he took out something from the inside pocket of his suit.

Gently hand it to Feng Jin.

Feng Jin was taken aback.

Lin Yang smiled and stuffed something into his arms.

"Here, my wedding invitation is on the [-]rd of next month. If you have time, come and attend. A few more celebrities will make my wedding more lively." Lin Yang straightened his clothes: "But Let’s talk about it, but you have to pay a share to participate.”

Lin Yang turned his head and left.

Feng Jin looked down at the invitation in his hand.

Light blue color, European design style, there are two cartoon characters on the cover, holding a heart, and the names of the bride and groom are written below.

I don't know why, although he and Lin Yang didn't have much contact or interaction, but the moment he got this invitation, Feng Jin still felt a little uncomfortable.

He stuffed the invitation into the car drawer and asked the driver to take him back to the apartment.

"Xiao Tao, is there an announcement tomorrow morning?"

Xiaotao flipped through the schedule: "No in the morning, but there is a magazine cover to shoot at three o'clock in the afternoon."

"Then you pick me up in the afternoon, and don't call me at other times."

Xiaotao froze for a moment: "Fengfeng?"

"I'm a little tired and want to sleep well."

After leaving these words for Xiaotao, Feng Jin stepped into the elevator by himself.

Feng Jin has always been alone in his apartment.

Three months ago, Wen Ruili was transferred to work outside.

After Wen Ruili left, it seemed that he was really the only one left in this apartment.

Feng Jin changed his shoes, put the bought dinner on the dining table, and went straight into the bedroom.

The dim room was dim, and he sat on the edge of the bed a little tiredly, some black shadows gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

"Feng Jin, you bastard, the person who loved you the most has died, why are you so sad..."

"Xiao Jin, come to Mommy..."

Feng Jin sat in the same place stiffly, as if a sculpture had solidified.

The noise made him short of breath, he hugged his head little by little, the panting sound began to become painful, like a broken accordion pulled by the wind.

Not knowing how long this pain lasted, Feng Jin took out his cell phone and dialed Wen Ruili's cell phone.

"Feng Jin, are you okay?"

Feng Jin covered his other ear, his voice trembling: "I saw those strange things again..."

Wen Ruili was startled on the other end of the phone.

Feng Jin's illness has not recurred for more than a year, and his body has always been stable. How could it be so sudden this time.

"Feng Jin, don't panic, I'll be there right away, do you still have the medicine I prescribed for you last time?"

Wen Ruili panicked over there: "I put it in the medicine box, it's in your bottom drawer, take three pills in the yellow medicine bottle, and two pills in the blue medicine bottle..."

Feng Jin walked to the cabinet, knelt down, opened the drawer, and found the medicine bottle.

The hand holding the medicine bottle kept shaking, and he gasped in pain: "If you take it, you won't be able to see them, will you?"

"Yes, there is a tranquilizer in the medicine. After taking it, your nerves will relax. Feng Jin, don't be afraid. It's just an illusion. It's your illusion. It's not real. See, there are sleeping pills in the medicine box. You took it. Take another pill after the medicine, and then go to bed for a good sleep, and I will rush over there right away."

Feng Jin clenched the medicine bottle tightly, his voice trembling: "Okay."

"Keep in touch, Feng Jin."

Feng Jin hung up the phone.

He unscrewed the lid of the medicine bottle, poured out a few pills, and went to the living room to pour himself a glass of water.

Just as he mixed the pills with water into his mouth, he suddenly thought of something, and he didn't swallow the pills for a long time.

It took a full 30 seconds for the pills to melt into a bitter potion that spread along the tip of his tongue, and Feng Jincai turned pale and walked towards the toilet.

"Wow one by one" and spit out the things in the mouth.

He gasped for breath while leaning on the sink in a somewhat exhausted state, and then let out a low laugh.

Jiang Yichen and Gu Qingrang's relationship has improved since the last quarrel.

It's so good that sometimes the two of them are sitting in the living room watching TV, and when Gu Qing gives him a look, Jiang Yichen knows to go up and peel the oranges for Gu Qing.

Lu Qingrang patted him on the head in satisfaction, and praised him: "Good husband."

Jiang Yichen was very happy, he didn't know where to put his happy hands all day long, and the whole person was in high spirits on happy occasions.

But the time for the two of them to be together is really too little.

There was an announcement from Gu Qingrang that Jiang Yichen was flying all over the world every three days, and Jiang Yichen was still in charge of the company. The two of them got together less and separated more, so Jiang Yichen felt a little uneasy.

Especially seeing the side news about Lu Qingrang on the Internet, the sour jealousy is like a scourge.

He made a video call to Gu Qingrang, and Gu Qingrang blushed and argued with him on the phone.

"How can you blame me? I didn't write those fake news!"

Jiang Yichen was devastated, so he could only spend his own money, and silently asked someone to remove those news.

But even so, it still couldn't stop the spark of love between Lu Qingrang and this little actor, and that little idol.

If you want to talk about the root cause, it's because Jiang Yichen doesn't have an official status in Gu Qingrang's side yet!

Those ignorant little stars lined up to rub on Gu Qingrang's body.

Jiang Yichen was so anxious that he was scratching his head and heart, and he wanted to get Lu Qing out of the crew for dinner no matter what.

When Gu Qingrang received Jiang Yichen's video call, he hadn't taken off his makeup yet.

When Jiang Yichen saw Gu Qingrang's face, he jumped up in a "crack".

"What happened to your face?"

There was a bright red slap mark on Lu Qing's right cheek, which was hot.

"Who hit it?"

Lu Qing waved his hands again and again, and followed Mao'er: "Don't be excited, don't be excited... There is a slap scene in the play, and the little actor slapped it. Don't look for trouble."

Jiang Yichen's heart trembled slightly, and he wished he could bring him back to brag to him right now: "How can I really fight... Can I borrow a seat? Does it hurt?"