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When the family doctor left, the corners of his mouth were tense, and his face was not very good-looking.

Zhou Langye sent him to the porch, he endured and endured, finally couldn't hold back, and sighed, "President Zhou, I don't think that patient's health is very good, you still have to be careful."

Literally, it means to think about Zhou Langye, but in fact, he can't bear to see Bai Hui's body full of scars, and feels that he is helping Zhou Langye to see a doctor here, and his conscience can't help it.

Zhou Langye's face was sombre, he didn't refute his words, he just said, "I'm sorry, let's go slowly."

A few minutes later, Zhou Langye returned to the bedroom upstairs, holding a tray in his hand, which contained warm porridge and side dishes.There was only one bedside lamp turned on in the bedroom, Bai Hui's right hand was bound with a splint, his left hand was wrapped with a bandage, and a blanket was draped over his body, and he was lying on the side of the big bed with his head tilted against the wall.

Zhou Langye sat by the bed and said to him in a slow voice, "Eat something, I'll feed you."

The medicine on Bai Hui's body hadn't passed yet, and his breathing was still fragmented and rapid. As soon as Zhou Langye reached out and touched his shoulder, he shrank back a little.

Zhou Langye didn't dare to provoke him, so he carefully discussed with him, "Your hand is not good, let me feed you."

Bai Hui's consciousness is not clear, the fear of being tied up by Zhou Langye just now has not subsided, he is very afraid that if he disagrees with the man, the other party will attack him again, so he props up the mattress with his elbows, and slowly sits up .

A small spoonful of rice porridge was fed to his mouth, but Bai Hui actually had no appetite at all, so he swallowed while suppressing his nausea.Seeing that he seemed to have swallowed it, Zhou Langye was about to scoop up another spoonful when Bai Hui suddenly covered his mouth and pushed off the quilt to get out of bed.Zhou Langye quickly went to help him, but Bai Hui didn't stand still. He tripped on the ground and vomited. Then he broke away from Zhou Langye's hand that didn't dare to use force. He staggered into the bathroom and threw up while holding onto the toilet. .

He was wearing a loose white T, and his thin back was heaving badly, probably because he had vomited uncomfortably, and the thin white skin on the back of his neck had faint red marks.

Bai Hui lay on the toilet for seven or eight minutes, and finally his stomach was completely emptied. Zhou Langye fed him water, and when he picked him up, Bai Hui suddenly said in a low voice, "Let me tonight Can you sleep?"

Zhou Langye was stunned for a moment, and didn't say whether to answer or not. He just hugged him back to the bed, cleaned up the mess on the floor, and wiped his face with a hot towel.

Bai Hui frowned, half of the blood was gone from his face, the cut on his lower lip had just congealed not long ago, when the heat of the towel covered it, the blood scar melted away again, leaving a small ball of dull red on the towel.

Zhou Langye sat by the bed and hesitated for a while, as if he wanted to apologize to Bai Hui, but he couldn't say it.

When he got up, he dimmed the bedside lamp, and whispered to Bai Hui, "I'm in the study next door, call me if you need anything."

Bai Hui didn't respond, so Zhou Langye could only take him out the door.

It's been a long night for them.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, Zhou Langye started to suffer from insomnia, so he stood by the study window and lit a cigarette for himself.If I don't smoke frequently, I just watch the faint spark burn between my fingers, scalding a hole in the silent night.

He remembered many things, most of which were related to Bai Hui.Some are clear, others are blurry.He knew that he should let go, and there was only mutual torture left between them. In the past few months, Zhou Langye had used the Bai family as a threat, and he had forced Bai Hui to do too many things that caused Bai Hui to get hurt again and again. .

For Zhou Langye and Bai Hui, love is like some kind of paranoia at the wrong time.At first, it was Bai Hui's obsession without asking for anything in return, but Zhou Langye thought he would never be tempted; then it turned into Zhou Langye's stubbornness that Zhou Langye couldn't let go of, and Bai Hui just wanted to escape.

When the smoke was about to burn out, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance outside the window. Zhou Langye was startled at first, and then he recognized that person as Bai Hui.

Because he was wearing a white T-shirt, it was inevitable that he would stand out in the dark garden, and Bai Hui didn't know that the man upstairs was watching him.

It has been several days since he went out, and the accumulated depression and pain made Bai Hui unable to breathe.The extremely sleepy person couldn't fall asleep, so he endured frequent headaches and went to the garden to get some air.

Zhou Langye was overlooking everything in the garden from the window sill on the second floor, and Bai Hui stopped at a corner of the flower garden.There were a dozen or so less vigorous freesias planted there.

The handsome figure squatted down, staring blankly at the flower for a long time, and the crouched back reveals a kind of distressing loneliness.

Bai Hui should be let go before he is completely destroyed, Zhou Langye thought again.The cigarette butt burned to the filter suddenly burned his hand, and he threw the cigarette into the ashtray beside him.

About 10 minutes later, Bai Hui stood up staggeringly, went to sit on a bench beside him for a while, and when it was close to three o'clock, he left the garden.Not long after, Zhou Langye heard the door of the next bedroom opening and closing.

At a quarter past seven in the morning, Zhou Langye, who barely slept for three or four hours, walked out of the study room. Worried about Bai Hui's situation, he opened the bedroom door and went in to check.

Bai Hui fell asleep. He slept in a small corner of the two-meter-wide bed with the quilt in his arms. It was a sign of insecurity.

Zhou Langye knelt down to look at him.For more than six years, the handsome boy who used to pester him to go out for a drive to watch movies with him has now graduated from drama school and will soon celebrate his 23rd birthday.

In his sleep, Bai Hui breathed lightly, and looked sickly and obedient.Those indifference and pretense were gone, he was lying in front of Zhou Langye, with a necklace around his neck and a wedding ring on his hand.

Zhou Langye slowly reached out his hand, and stroked his face lightly.The movements are gentle, but the eyes are unreasonably cold.

He won't be allowed to leave, Zhou Langye thought to himself.

Bai Hui is the flower he raises, regardless of whether it withers or blooms all year round, it can only be stored in Zhou Langye's garden.

This was probably the worst decision Zhou Langye had ever made in his life.

In fact, almost all of the few wrong decisions he made in the past 30 years were related to Bai Hui.

His anticipation and decision-making ability that he has always been proud of seem to have completely failed in front of Bai Hui.Bai Hui is like a question that Zhou Langye can never answer correctly, no matter how many answers there are, Zhou Langye always makes the worst choice.

The recovery of the bone injury and tendon in Bai Hui's hand was unusually slow, and Zhou Langye didn't discover it until two weeks later.At first Bai Hui could only eat with a spoon in his left hand, but Zhou Langye didn't notice anything unusual.It wasn't until after a while that he realized that Bai Hui was still unable to hold things steadily, and the chopsticks kept falling off again and again, and then he realized that something was wrong.

Bai Hui didn't go to the hospital for rehabilitation training on a regular basis at all, the driver drove him to the hospital gate, he pretended to go in, but left through another gate.Call a car again, drive to an art gallery to watch an exhibition or go to a movie theater to waste an afternoon.

It's not that Zhou Langye didn't pay attention to Bai Hui's hand injury, and he also asked the hospital to arrange the best orthopedic doctor for him.But sitting in Zhou Langye's position, everyone would only flock to him, and no one would tell him what happened to Bai Hui.For example, not actively cooperating with treatment, or eating three meals on time or eating too little.Everyone will think that Bai Hui is just a plaything raised by Zhou Langye, and no matter how exquisite and refined a plaything like Bai Hui is, there will be a day when the owner will get bored of it.

Who would bother with a plaything, let alone tell him the truth at the risk of offending Zhou Langye.

It was too late for Zhou Langye to realize that Bai Hui's treatment of the injury was too late, and the treatment missed the best time. Bai Hui's right hand could no longer bear weight, and it was difficult to complete delicate movements.In the end, Bai Hui simply bought two pairs of left-handed auxiliary chopsticks for young children from the Internet, and began to practice left-handed chopsticks.

The injury Zhou Langye inflicted on him was like Bai Hui's right hand, which was unwilling to recover, and finally turned into an incurable ailment.

Bai Hui had nothing left, so he simply tore himself apart for Zhou Langye to see.

Just a few days after the National Day in October, Zhuang He posted a long post on Weibo, publicly accusing Bai Hui of being a filmmaker without a sense of responsibility and mission.That day happened to be Bai Hui's birthday.

Director Zhuang has always been honest and forthright, and will not pretend to be worldly. He has been in the industry for more than [-] years and has been obsessed with film creation. He originally had high hopes for Bai Hui.And Qiao Zhen was arranged by Zhou Langye to talk to him about his resignation, but Bai Hui didn't even show up for the whole process, which made Zhuang He extremely disappointed by Bai Hui's inconsistent words and deeds.

He didn't know what Bai Hui had gone through, he only thought that he was deceived by the luxury and money in the entertainment industry, so he described the passing and fall of a good actor in a long article with great sentimentality.

There have been hot searches about Bai Hui on Weibo for three days, but he never showed up to explain, and the official Weibo of the studio only explained it lightly with a sentence of "schedule conflict" as an excuse.

Bai Hui's support club lost nearly [-] fans overnight, and the jewelry brand originally endorsed by him also replaced the new version of the advertisement in advance.

The entertainment industry, like Vanity Fair, has always had a well-known chain of contempt, and the value of movie cafes will always be higher than that of film and television cafes.Like Bai Hui, who was nominated for Best Supporting Actor at the International Film Festival when he debuted on the big screen, and made a New Year film with a famous director when he was a freshman, and then swept all the newcomer awards that year. Looking at the domestic entertainment film industry, this starting point is not very high. Someone can.

Now his good cards are badly played, his talent is covered with dust, no matter how nice his voice is, he can only be used to make a bed, no matter how handsome he looks, he is nothing more than a lover brought out by the ruler of the Zhou family.Fans were furious and frantically swiped 10,000+ comments on the official Weibo of the studio. All kinds of abuse and accusations were piled up one after another, which seemed horrible.

As for Bai Hui, Bai Hui seemed to be fine.

On his birthday, he blew out candles and drank champagne as usual, and received a valuable gift from Zhou Langye.That night, he took the initiative to tease the man by being drunk, and let him pin himself on the bed for most of the night, and slept until near noon the next day.

Zhou Langye's own sins are now beginning to reap the consequences.Every day he lived in fear, sleeping and eating, he saw that Bai Hui couldn't hold the cup steady when drinking water, and it fell to the ground, and the glass shattered all over the floor.

Bai Hui stood among the pile of debris, raised his eyes and smiled at him, saying, "I dropped another one, next time I can only drink water with a straw."

The corners of her mouth were hooked so beautifully, but her expression was filled with gloom and world-weariness.

The author says:

There are still two or three chapters in the abuse of white, hold on, Xiaobai will be fine.