The actor wants to get a divorce

"Forget it, let me tell you that you don't understand either." Ji An sniffled, "Anyway, I'm not the kind of person you think, and... I'm not short of money."

He leaned on the side of the bed to stand up.

Lin Zhaozhi saw his painful canthus grinning, and stretched out his hand to hold his arm.

Ji An yelled in pain.

"what happened?"

Ji An gasped: "It hurts badly."

Lin Zhaozhi: "Sit down first."

Ji An sat by the bed.

Lin Zhaozhi rolled up Ji An's sleeves carefully. There were several deep bruises and bloody pinch marks on his forearm.

"It's really ruthless to strike."

Ji An was annoyed: "Then you're still dying! If it wasn't for my cleverness, I wouldn't have beaten those crazy women to death last night."

"You deserve so much money from my husband, and you deserve it if you are beaten to death. Didn't you listen to that woman, she earned all the money."

Ji An pursed his lips, "I will definitely keep my eyes open in the future."

Lin Zhaozhi frowned: "You still want to continue doing this? Aren't you short of money?"

Can a person who can spend 1000 million every minute be poor enough to live on it?

Ji An: "I want you to take care of it."

Lin Zhaozhi: "If I don't care about you, are you going to sit on the ground until dawn?"

"I..." Ji An froze, and blushed a little embarrassedly: "I want to go to the bathroom, my leg hurts, and I can't stand still."

Lin Zhaozhi looked down at him.

Ji An's hair was a little curled up, in clumps, with an unhealthy yellow color, and a few beads of transparent sweat appeared on his slender, white and slender neck, and his guilty conscience hurt.

He heard Ji An's words that his father was hypocritical, and he obviously had no momentum in arguing with himself.

"I'll help you go."

Lin Zhaozhi held Ji An's arms to help him up from the bed.

Ji An blushed and was flattered: "Damn it, brother, there's no need to go to this level, right?"

Lin Zhaozhi tilted his head: "Didn't your leg hurt? Or...won't it be uncomfortable if you want to keep holding back?"

Ji An made a point.

Lin Zhaozhi even whistled twice very badly.

Ji An couldn't help clamping his legs tightly, he was really tormented by the urge to urinate, "You...don't blow it up, be careful I'll pee on you."

"Then let me lick it clean."

Ji An: "Hey!"

Lin Zhaozhi helped Ji An into the toilet.

Ji An lowered his head and took off his pants.

Lin Zhaozhi stood aside and looked down at him.

Ji An put his finger on his trouser pocket and stared at him: "Turn around."

"I'm afraid you'll fall."

"No way." Ji An said impatiently, "Don't look. What's your hobby?"

Lin Zhaozhi turned his back helplessly, and hearing Ji An's rustling sound of taking off his pants, he couldn't help but think of how he was almost stripped naked last night.

The two thin legs are really white.

Ji An finished his work, put on his pants, and then patted Lin Zhaozhi on the back; "I'm fine."

Lin Zhaozhi was a little disgusted, "Touch after washing your hands."

Ji An meanly: "I didn't wash it, so I just touched it. I can touch it if I want."

Lin Zhaozhi: "Idiot."

After coming out of the toilet, Lin Zhaozhi put him on the bed again, "Sit down, don't go anywhere today, I'll get you some medicine and have a good rest."

Ji An: "Then will you stay with me?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "What?"

Ji An: "Will you accompany me?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "If you don't accompany me, I will leave after delivering the medicine."

He went downstairs to find the owner of the homestay, who took Lin Zhaozhi to a small local clinic and brought back some medicinal wine.

"You took off your shirt."

Ji An is embarrassed: "I'll do it myself."

Seeing that his ears were red, Lin Zhaozhi frowned: "Why are you shy?"

Ji An stammered: "I'm not shy, I just feel uncomfortable."

"Ok?"

"I'm not gay."

Lin Zhaozhi froze for a moment, and tightened his grip on the medicine bottle in his palm: "So?"

"You're gay."

Lin Zhaozhi: "What?"

Ji An blinked: "You are gay, I know, you like Gu Qingrang."

Lin Zhaozhi smiled: "Don't worry, I'm gay, and I'm not interested in you with a bruised nose and a swollen face."

Ji An was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly grabbed his phone and turned on the camera.

Then he was frightened by the swollen pig-like man inside.

"Fuck! This is me?"

Lin Zhaozhi suppressed a smile, "Yes."

Ji An's hands were shaking: "It's over, it's over, I promised my brother to report to him next week, what should we do now?"

"You still have a brother? Your own?"

Ji An smirked: "No, it's my cousin. His name is Ji Rulang. He's a doctor, an andrologist. If you have a chance, go and see him? Tell me my name, and you don't need to wait in line for registration."

Lin Zhaozhi rubbed his arm twice heavily, asking for medicinal wine to apply it, "You're welcome."

Ji An screamed.

After taking the medicine, Lin Zhaozhi planned to leave.

He spends too much time and energy on irrelevant people, which is really not in line with his style of doing things.

Ji An was about to fall asleep. Hearing the movement, he opened his eyes in a daze, and asked him half asleep, "Are you leaving?"

"Ah."

Ji An: "Then shall we meet again?"

"Lin Zhaozhi: "Can't bear to part with me? "

Ji An picked up the quilt to cover his head, and Du Xi said vaguely, "I just think you're not bad..."

Lin Zhaozhi couldn't hear what was said later, and the room suddenly became quiet, except for Ji An's rough and unsteady breathing.Lin Zhaozhi felt that this person had a brain problem.

A few hours ago, you pointed at your own nose and scolded him for not being able to save him, for being inhumane, because you helped him to the toilet and gave him some medicine, and he suddenly got better?

If you are so stupid, no wonder you are beaten like this.

Lin Zhaozhi shook his head, went back to his room to pack his luggage, went downstairs and retired to his room.

Before leaving, he ordered a light breakfast for Ji An, a piece of millet porridge with some local side dishes, and asked the waiter to deliver it to Ji An later.

Maybe it was because Ji An was seriously injured. Until the end of this trip to Tibet, he never met Ji An again.

Ji An's WeChat is also quietly lying in his friend list.

On the day he returned, Ji An updated a circle of friends.

In the photo is a back view of him standing in front of the magnificent Potala Palace.

The majestic and magnificent palace, reflected in the blue sky, made the thin back look extremely small.

Lin Zhaozhi didn't know why, so he gave this photo a thumbs up.

After Gu Qingrang got married, he went back abroad and lived with his parents.

His parents went abroad to do business in the early years, and later settled here.

Knowing that her son went to Tibet, her mother, Gong Haifeng, was very curious: "Where did you go in Tibet this time?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "I have gone to famous places."

Gong Haifeng smiled: "I went there when I was in my early 20s, and I also met your father there. At that time, he was still a young man selling herbs, poor and white."

She sighed, "Hey, didn't you meet anyone in Tibet?"

Lin Zhaozhi suddenly thought of Ji An.

He handed the commemorative bracelet he bought from a Tibetan nomad to his mother, and chuckled, "Can you still pick up a daughter-in-law for you?"

Gong Haifeng smiled softly: "Tibet is a good place, just in case."

Lin Zhaozhi was helpless.

The span of his last relationship was too long. Although he has calmly let go of it now, he is really exhausted. He just wants to rest for a while. Even if he re-enters a relationship in the future, he will prefer to find someone who is mature, gentle and sensible. lovers.

Ji An...

wrong.

Lin Zhaozhi shook his head.

Why did he think of Ji An, it was obviously just a stranger he had met a few times.

This year's new year.

Lin Zhaozhi wants to help his parents go back to see his elderly grandparents.

His parents are getting old and unable to take long-distance journeys. From a few years ago, Lin Zhaozhi went to accompany his grandparents to celebrate the New Year.

The two elders also hadn't seen their grandson for a long time, so they cooked for themselves and had a lively New Year's Eve dinner with Lin Zhaozhi.

This year's Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV, and he accidentally glanced at it, and happened to see Lu Qingrang singing "Good Luck" affectionately.

Mostly lip-syncing.

Lu Qingrang was born with tone deafness.

He was singing on stage, and the camera cut to Jiang Yichen who was sitting below from time to time.

For some reason, Lin Zhaozhi felt a little blocked.

Grandpa and grandma are old and have gone to bed early.

Lin Zhaozhi tiptoed out the door, intending to go downstairs to get some air.

Standing under the street lamp and smoking two cigarettes, I saw five or six young men staggering out of a bar not far away.

One of them was drunk and his footsteps were a little messy.

Ji An?

Lin Zhaozhi frowned.

How could it be such a coincidence that when I came back from Tibet, I could still meet here.

He is also a local?

He was surprised that the group of people had gotten closer and closer.

The sound suddenly became noisy.

Ji An's tongue was tied up, "Where are we going to hang out later? Go for another round of drinks? Let me tell you, there is a new bar on Changdong Road. Oh, the girls in it are so pretty."

"I'm not going. It's already seven o'clock. I have to go home and have dinner with my mother."

"I'm not going either, my family is waiting for me to go back."

"Yeah, today is Chinese New Year. I promised my grandparents to watch the Spring Festival Gala and not to play any more. Hey, Ji An, you should go home too. For Chinese New Year, it's almost enough."

Ji An hiccupped: "Okay, let's go, and say happy new year to my uncle and aunt."

The group dispersed, leaving Ji An alone.

Lin Zhaozhi saw him standing on the side of the road, holding his head for a while, and then sat down on the side of the road carelessly.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, he was wearing a black down jacket that was not too thick, the zipper was not closed, and he poked his phone without fear of the cold at all.

Lin Zhaozhi extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can.

He took out his phone and found Ji An's WeChat account after searching for a long time.

【Happy New Year. 】

Seeing that Ji An seemed to be taken aback, he typed with both hands in a panic.

He received a reply quickly.

【Mass? 】

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I especially like the healing text.

I like the love that redeems each other and gives each other light.