The actor wants to get a divorce

Fu Ran's eyes sparkled, and he reached out to hug Lin Yang.

Lin Yang hid back with a look of disgust, "Get out! Stay away from me!"

Fu Ran scratched his head, and smiled "hehe", "Brother Yang, where else do you want to go? If you are tired, let's go back to the hospital early, it's cold at night."

With Lin Yang's current body, he was worried that he would stay outside for too long.

The night was dark, and the city was lit up with gorgeous lights.

Reflected on Lin Yang's pale and sickly cheeks, Fu Ran was terrified.

"I want to go to the park over there to relax."

Fu Ran nodded: "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Many years ago, when he and Lin Yang were still very young, and their work was not as busy as it is now, the two often went for a walk in the park near their home after dinner.

Talk to each other about the interesting things that happened today, or the troubles you encountered.

At that time, he also promised Lin Yang that he would hold his hand for the rest of his life, no matter how busy he was at work, he would spend more time with Lin Yang.

However, because of more and more entertainment, he worked more and more overtime, and the days of leaving early and returning late gradually became the norm. When he got home, he just wanted to take a shower and sleep quickly, and even hugs and kisses became extravagant. , let alone go for a walk in the park with Lin Yang.

Fu Ran thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember the last time he and Lin Yang walked by the lake in the park like this.

How could this be, how could he be like this

He clearly promised Xiaoyang that he would hold his hand for the rest of his life.

If they still have a future, he will definitely not go to those sensual, boring and irritable entertainments and parties again, he will go home earlier to see Xiaoyang.

The evening wind in early autumn was a bit chilly, so Fu Ran took off his coat and put it on for Lin Yang.

"Brother Yang, let's take a walk every day from now on, shall we?"

Lin Yang was silent, and he couldn't hear any answers from him in the night.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Ran's eyes looked a little lonely. He summoned up his courage and first touched Lin Yang's hand.

Seeing that Lin Yang didn't respond, Fu Ran carefully held Lin Yang bit by bit.

Lin Yang broke free twice gently.

Fu Ran held his hand tighter, Lin Yang stopped struggling and resisting, and let him lead him, and the two of them walked along the lake in the low night.

Lin Yang's hands were cold, and the biting temperature like ice cubes made Fu Ran a little terrified.

He tightened his grip unnecessarily.

Lin Yang was displeased; "Why are you going to break Lao Tzu's hand?"

Fu Ran: "Huh?"

He quickly let go of Lin Yang, and hurriedly looked through the dim streetlights.

Sure enough, the back of Lin Yang's hand was turned into a bluish-white patch by himself.

Fu Ran's eyes turned red in panic, he exhaled for the Fu family and rubbed his hands.

"Sorry, I was careless"

Lin Yang pulled out his hand impatiently and stuffed it into his trouser pocket: "Stop holding it!"

Fu Ran smiled, stepped forward and hooked Lin Yang's thin waist.

The light in this place is dim, and there are occasional people who pass by, and if they don't look carefully, they only think that these two people are young couples who came here for a date.

Fu Ran motioned Lin Yang to look at the shore of the lake.

"Xiaoyang, let's buy a house over there in the future, and raise a dog, so we can come here to walk the dog every day.

Lin Yang stopped, looked up into the distance, and frowned slightly.

After a long time, he turned around: "Go back, I'm a little tired."

Lin Yang's first course of chemotherapy will last for a week.

Every chemotherapy treatment is a torture for Lin Yang.

He still doesn't let Fu Ran stay by his side, and drives Fu Ran away every time he undergoes chemotherapy.

Fu Ran knew that he didn't want him to see him in pain, so he went out silently and squatted at the door of the ward like a log, waiting blankly.

After more than two hours of chemotherapy, he could hear Lin Yang's unstoppable moans of pain coming from the closed room intermittently.

When the doctor came out of the ward, Fu Ran was already covered in cold sweat.

He stood at the door, like a wandering soul that had lost its body, and walked in with a "buzzing" head.

Lin Yang was buried under the quilt, curled up, only half of the back of his head was exposed.

Fu Ran sat down beside him, and touched his head subconsciously. He himself was numb from the pain, but he couldn't cry or be hysterical. He wanted to comfort Xiaoyang, encourage him, and let him persevere.

Once Xiaoyang gave up by himself, there was really nothing left.

Fu Ran reached out to rub Lin Yang's head.

But directly tore off a lot of Lin Yang's hair.

The soft strands of black hair fell into Fu Ran's palm in clumps, like hot and dazzling brand marks, piercing deeply on the soft flesh of Fu Ran's heart.

He looked at Lin Yang's hair numbly, and then gently threw it into the trash can.

It's okay, it'll be fine.

The hair will grow back and Xiaoyang will be healthy.

──It will definitely be in vain.

Fu Ran's cell phone suddenly buzzed.

Worried about disturbing Xiaoyang's rest, he took it out to hang up in a hurry, but after seeing the caller ID on the phone, Fu Ran froze all of a sudden.

Lin Yan.

How could it be Lin Yan's call?

Lin Yang heard the phone call that hadn't disappeared for a long time, turned over, lifted the quilt, and said impatiently, "Pick up the phone."

Fu Ran nodded with a strange expression, and put the phone by his ear.

"Lin Yan."

Lin Yang's face froze for a moment.

He sat up and stretched out his hand palely: "Give it to me."

Fu Ran handed the phone to Lin Yang.

Lin Yan hadn't contacted his elder brother for a long time, so he was in a hurry.

Lin Yang didn't want him to know his current situation, fearing that he would do something stupid impulsively and dismiss his younger brother in a few words.

"Fu Ran and I still have some things to deal with. Yes, you don't have to ask me to worry. I will look at the arrangements for my birthday and I will definitely invite you and Feng

Jin's, um, I hung up after nothing happened. "

Lin Yang suddenly realized that this might be the last time he talked to his younger brother, so he couldn't help but stop Lin Yan; "Xiao Yan."

"It's okay, I just want to hear you call me brother again"

After a week of chemotherapy, Lin Yang lost a lot of weight again.

There was a scale in the ward, and Lin Yang ran to weigh it himself.

Only 49kg.

Fu Ran tilted his head and glanced, the number made his heart ache like a nail, but he still insisted on joking: "You are thinner than a girl now."

Lin Yang got off the scale, "Fu Ran, I want to go back and live for a while."

Fu Ran's face changed; "No, you can't be discharged from the hospital now."

Lin Yang frowned: "The next round of chemotherapy will take five days, and I have nothing to do in the hospital. Just a few days, I promise, if I feel uncomfortable, I will come back immediately."

He really hated the pervasive smell of medicine in the hospital.

Fu Ran was still hesitating.

Lin Yang's face was pale, and he sighed silently: "Fu Ran, take me home."

Fu Ran took Lin Yang back to the apartment.

He had already sold the building where the two of them lived, and this new apartment seemed a bit cold.

"Let's go shopping and decorate the house." Fu Ran smiled: "There is a department store downstairs."

Lin Yang nodded: "Okay."

The two went straight to the store.

Start shopping slowly from the first store inside.

Fu Ran was as excited as a child who went out to a toy store with his parents for the first time, and always handed Lin Yang any good things he got.

"This cup is good. It's a pair. Let's buy it back for tea, shall we?"

Lin Yang looked at the two yellow ducklings on the cup, feeling a little disgusted: "It's kind of ugly."

Fu Ran smiled: "Okay, then you choose, I like whatever you choose."

Lin Yang curled his lips: "I don't choose, why do I have to buy couple cups?"

"If you don't use the couple's cup with me, who else do you want to use with? Jinmo City?"

Lin Yang pursed his lips, playful: "He and I are legally married, Mr. Fu, please be a little self-aware and recognize your current identity."

"Fuck, what is my identity?"

Lin Yang suppressed a smile: "Little San."

"Shut up!" Fu Ran's eyes were red: "You and Jinmocheng are fake marriages, you think I'm stupid, let me tell you, when you recover from illness, you will go through the divorce procedures immediately!"

Fu Ran threw the little yellow duck cup into the shopping cart.

Lin Yang was not happy: "It's really ugly, are you childish?"

"Not naive, I'm happy." Fu Ran turned around and went to pick something else.

When Fu Ran came back with a bunch of things, he saw Lin Yang standing at the door of a pot shop, holding a hot pot in his hand.

Fu Ran was instantly nervous: "What are you doing?"

Lin Yang: "Buy it back and make hot pot."

Fu Ran immediately put the pot back, and dragged Lin Yang away: "Are you kidding! Can you eat that kind of thing now? You don't want your life, do you?"

Lin Yang frowned slightly, looking a little aggrieved.

Before he got sick, he liked spicy food very much, and he liked all kinds of spicy food. Hunan cuisine and hot pot were his favorites.

After he got sick, he never ate again.

Every day is either porridge or clear soup.

Fu Ran lowered his head and coaxed him: "Xiaoyang, I know you want to eat, but your body doesn't allow it now, so when you recover from illness, I will take you there every day, okay?"

Lin Yang turned and left in silence.

After returning to the apartment, Lin Yang curled up on the sofa and watched TV.

Fu Ran was busy cleaning up the house, and suddenly remembered that next Wednesday would be Lin Yang's birthday, and he asked, "Xiaoyang, let me throw you a party for your birthday on Wednesday."

Lin Yang: "Not interested."

"Then how do you want to live, you tell me."

Lin Yang frowned: "Just pass by."

Fu Ran walked over, "How can you live casually! The 33rd birthday is a big day, so it should be grand."

22 eve.

Perhaps, this is Xiaoyang's last birthday.

Fu Ran's eyes were slightly red, "Xiaoyang, let's have a party, I'll arrange it, you don't care about anything, on that day, can you feel at ease to be your birthday star?"

Lin Yang was silent for a moment, reached out and turned off the TV, "Understood."

On the day Lin Yang returned to the hospital, his stable condition suddenly deteriorated for some reason.

Doctors and nurses hurriedly removed various tubes from Lin Yang's body, put on a ventilator, and pushed him to the emergency room.