I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Song Hanzhang began to suffer from insomnia again.

Except on the second day after Chun Leshui just left,? After staying up all night, he was a little slow to react. When he went out, he saw that the decoration of Chun Leshui's room had not changed, and almost forgot that he had moved out last night,? Seeing Uncle Xu when he went downstairs, he casually asked, "Uncle Xu, Chun..."

But it was only one word before he broke his mouth,? Because he saw the breakfast for three people on the table.

After that, Song Hanzhang never asked Uncle Xu about Chun Leshui's movements.

He never went to the theater to pick up Chunle Shui from work. Most of the time, he parked his car directly downstairs in Lishuiwan, and left after Chunle Shui came home. He arrived home most of the time. The time is around nine o'clock. Sometimes I drive by myself, so I don't pass by the apartment building. I take the elevator directly from the underground parking lot to the top floor. Song Hanzhang can only wait for the lights at home to turn on all night.

But most of the time, he doesn’t know how to drive by himself. After getting off the taxi, he went upstairs without squinting. He never glanced at the car parked on the side of the road. Naturally, he would not find Song Hanzhang sitting in the dark. .

Song Hanzhang never thought of disturbing him, no matter how busy he was at work, he would come to see Chun Leshui, just to reassure himself.

At least he knew that Chun Leshui was still there.

It was nearly eleven o'clock, and the lights upstairs were still on. This was the last time Chun Leshui returned home during this period.

Song Hanzhang took out a cigarette from the storage box and held it in his mouth, lowered the car window to blow the air, but he couldn't wait for anyone. He couldn't control the anxiety in his heart, and couldn't help thinking why Chun Leshui didn't come home so late. Was there any accident, the index finger kept scratching the steering wheel lightly.

After smoking several cigarettes in a row, I heard the sound of a motorcycle engine, and a beam of light came from around the corner.

The black body of the motorcycle was shining under the street lamps. Song Hanzhang was very familiar with it. When Chun Leshui was still living in the old house, he bumped into it and sent him home.

Chun Leshui got off the car, took off the helmet and threw it back to Jiang Buyan: "Thanks."

"Small things." Jiang Buyi took the helmet, put one foot on the ground, and asked Chun Leshui with a little worry, "Is tomorrow's audition okay?"

"What do you think, Director Jiang?" Chun Leshui asked with a smile, "Aren't you present at the rehearsal today?"

Jiang didn't tire of watching him say nothing.

Taking Chun Leshui's body into consideration, he cut his practice volume by half, but Chun Leshui didn't lose the chain at all, and today's rehearsal was completed perfectly.

If tomorrow's audition still has the same effect, Jiang Buyan can predict what kind of voice the work "Mountain Ghost" will get in the industry.

But it is precisely because it is too smooth and perfect that it makes people feel unreal.

Like a knife hanging above your head, you know it will fall sooner or later, but you don't know when it will fall.

"Let's go." The further back Jiang Buyan couldn't bear to look at Chun Leshui more, as if every look would be the last, he put on his helmet and quickly disappeared into the night.

After watching him leave, Chun Leshui stood there for a while before turning around and approaching the apartment.

Until his figure disappeared, Song Hanzhang didn't look away. His car was far away, and he couldn't hear what Chun Leshui and Jiang Buyan said in detail, but Chun Leshui's relaxation and expression on Jiang Buyan's face A casual smile never appeared when facing him.

Chun Leshui is friendly to everyone except Song Hanzhang.

The ringtone of the call rang in the quiet night, Song Hanzhang glanced at the caller, it was Jian Wen: "Hello?"

"Come and drink with me."

Jianwen's voice smelled of alcohol, and the order was full of anger, obviously something bothering her.

He hung up the phone after saying this, and Song Hanzhang clicked on the chat box only to find that he had sent a location half an hour ago, not a bar or a club, but a hotel under Yi Jian's family.

The manager naturally recognized Song Hanzhang, took him to Jian Wen's room, opened the door and respectfully invited him in.

Song Hanzhang casually put his coat on the porch, just before he lifted his foot and walked into the living room, an empty wine bottle rolled out and hit his toes.

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the room, and there were more than a dozen bottles of wine on the coffee table in the living room. Jian Wen was sitting on the sofa with his back to Song Hanzhang, not noticing the movement behind him, and was blowing on the bottle of red wine.

It was the first time Song Hanzhang saw him drinking so recklessly, he kicked away the wine bottle at his feet, frowned and took the red wine from his hand.

"Fuck, who the hell stole my wine?!"

Jian heard the anger and turned her head, Song Hanzhang's pupils opened slightly.

Jian Wen sat on the sofa in disheveled clothes, the white shirt on his body was not tucked into the waist of his trousers, only a few buttons were barely fastened, the open collar and neck were full of hickey marks, but the most important thing was his neck and wrists There are still traces of being bound by something.

"What's going on?" Song Hanzhang went around and sat down opposite, and put the wine bottle on the table.

"Are you here?" Jian Wen's eyes were red and his eyeballs were bloodshot. He didn't answer Song Hanzhang's words, but opened a bottle of whiskey and poured a glass for himself and Song Hanzhang.

He slapped the wine glass heavily in front of Song Hanzhang, splashing a piece of wine stains on the table with great force.

He didn't want to talk about Song Hanzhang, so he didn't ask any more questions. He clinked glasses with him, raised his head and poured the whole glass of wine, and then filled it up in silence after drinking.

The two sides had their own concerns, and there was only the sound of the walls of the cups colliding in the suite.

After drinking two bottles in a row, Song Hanzhang suddenly heard Jian Wen's soft voice: "Jian Dao made it."

Song Hanzhang raised his head, Jian Wen tapped the mark on his neck, and answered his question when he entered the door: "Jane Island did it."

He said it twice in a row, and Song Hanzhang stopped holding the wine glass in mid-air.

Jian Wen threw the glass in his hand on the ground viciously, with a crisp sound, the glass scattered and the wine splashed, Jian Wen was furious: "My uncle got fucked by that little bastard from Jian Island! That lunatic, I'm his brother!!!"

His eyes were red as if they were about to bleed: "My mother shouldn't have rescued him in the first place, and let him be ripped off to death by the kidnappers! Fuck!"

The situation of Jian’s family is complicated. Jian Dao is the illegitimate son that Jian’s father brought back from outside when Jian Wen was in his teens. Later, when he was kidnapped, Jian Wen found him and rescued him from the kidnappers. Bitten.

Jian Wen was so angry that he was dying, but Song Hanzhang didn't know how to comfort him.

Everyone would collapse if this happened, he could only fill up all the wine glasses in front of Jian Wen as he did when Jian Wen heard the news that he was going to marry Chun Leshui.

Song Hanzhang didn't say a few words throughout the whole process, and just accompanied him down a cup of wine. The two of them had a lot of alcohol, and they almost drank the full bottle of wine on the table to the bottom.

Red, white, and beer are all mixed together, and the gods can't stop them. Jian Wen is not drunk yet, but Song Hanzhang, the drinker, is drunk first.

When Song Hanzhang woke up, he had a splitting headache, and then he saw that his mobile assistant and Uncle Xu had called him more than a dozen times.

He called back one by one, and just finished calling, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Jian Wen appeared in the living room in a neat suit.

He was wearing a high collar in his suit, and he was buttoning a watch on his wrist to block the traces of restraint between his wrists. He also had his hair styled up properly. Except for the bloodshot eyes that were still a little obvious, he couldn't tell from last night at all. The embarrassed appearance.

"Are you awake?" Jane Wen said, "The clothes are brought to you, let's take a bath."

Song Hanzhang leaned on the sofa and rubbed his temples, smelling the smell of alcohol and frowned, but he didn't get up immediately, but looked up at Jian Wen: "What are you going to do?"

Jian Wen sneered: "Of course I want that little bastard to pay the price. I, Jian Wen, are not that easy to get. I want him to have nothing."

Jian Wen has always been disliked by Jian's father, but Jian's family should belong to him. He used to save face for Jian Dao because everyone is a family, but now he will not soften his heart to that bastard.

He has been keeping a low profile, in order to be able to compete with Jian's father, and even swallow Jian's, Song Hanzhang knows this.

"If you need my help, just ask."

"Don't worry, there are many places that need you, and I won't be polite to you." Jian Wen paused, "It's you..."

Song Hanzhang fed himself anti-alcohol medicine with water to try to relieve the discomfort after the hangover. Seeing that Jian was hesitant to speak, he put down the water glass and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Go look in the mirror."

Song Hanzhang walked into the bathroom and was stunned when he saw his red and swollen eyes in the mirror.

Jian Wen leaned against the door frame: "I ordered an ice pack for you, you can apply it yourself later, to be honest, I haven't seen you cry like this for many years."

Probably when Song Nanfeng was still alive, at that time Song Hanzhang loved to cry, and when he was injured, he would cry and look for his mother, and was often laughed at by Jian Wen, but when the two met again after Song Nanfeng passed away, Jian Wen had never seen Song Hanzhang cry. .

Last night, he was obviously asked to accompany him to get drunk, but Song Hanzhang was drunk first, and kept drinking like crazy to let Jian Wen take care of him, which made Jian Wen very tired.

Song Hanzhang washed his face with several cups of cold water, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

He has no memory of what he did after his fragmentation.

Jian Wen threw the towel to him, Song Hanzhang raised his hand to grab it, wiped the water off his face, and heard Jian Wen say: "Then don't you remember that you have been calling Chun Leshui's name?"

Song Hanzhang paused, and the towel slid down to reveal a pair of dark eyes. He stared at Jian Wen for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"What did I say?"

Jian Wen shrugged: "It's nothing, just calling him while crying, saying I'm sorry and saying that you don't want a divorce... and so on..."

Song Hanzhang lowered his eyes and continued to wipe his face. Jian Wen leaned against the door frame and asked after a while, "Are you in love with him?"

There was silence in the bathroom for a long time, until Jian Wen thought that he didn't want to answer and was about to leave to give him the bathroom, only then did he hear Song Hanzhang say, "I don't know."

Song Hanzhang never fell in love with anyone else.

In every relationship he had in the past, he never talked about his feelings with his lover, and once he found any sign of the other party, he would mercilessly end the relationship.

But there is no doubt that in every relationship, Song Hanzhang is the one who is loved.

Including his failed marriage with Chun Leshui.

How could a man like him know what it was like to love someone?

Jian Wen is quite familiar with this: "I just want to see him, want to know him, want to have physical contact with him, and want to have skin-to-skin contact with him."

"I don't know." Song Hanzhang said the same thing.

Jian Wen shrugged. In fact, when Song Hanzhang said the words "I don't know", his question already had an answer.

"Think about it slowly, I'm going to the company." He left from the door and gave the bathroom to Song Hanzhang, "But you also know that even I had some thoughts about him because of Chun Leshui's face, I think you'd better figure it out as soon as possible."

If it's too late, there may be no chance.

Song Hanzhang understood what he said, but he couldn't figure it out.

Is he in love with Chun Leshui?

Song Hanzhang came out of the shower and Jian Wen had already left. The clothes Jian Wen prepared for him were thrown on the bed in the bedroom, with two tickets and a note pressed on top of it—the audition ticket for "Mountain Ghost".

Show time is this afternoon.

Song Hanzhang took these two tickets back home. When he got home, he happened to meet Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu who were about to go out. They were dressed formally, as if they were going to participate in some event.

Song Hanzhang looked at it twice, but didn't ask carefully.

Instead, Aunt Xu saw the ticket in his hand with sharp eyes: "Young master, are you also coming back to watch Le Shui's performance?"

"Did you go to see him perform?"

"That's right." Uncle Xu smiled, "He came over last night and gave us two tickets, saying that he let us go to his performance today, you go and change your clothes, let's go there together."

Song Hanzhang shook his head and refused, letting them go first.

He was standing in the cloakroom. The casual clothes that hung on the hangers before had almost all been replaced by shirts and suits. The overhead lights were bright, but Song Hanzhang did not move for a long time.

He looked down at the audition ticket in his hand.

Chun Leshui went back so late last night and went across the city to the old house to deliver tickets to Aunt Xu and Uncle Xu, only Aunt Xu and Uncle Xu, not him.

Song Hanzhang stood silently. After a long time, he took off his shirt and trousers and put them on. The weather in April was already hot. He didn't wear a suit, but put on a coffee-colored windbreaker and went out.

Probably because it was an audition, there were much fewer people in the auditorium than Song Hanzhang expected. He found Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu in the front row without much effort, but he didn't go up to sit with them, but He found a seat in the back row and sat down alone.

The stage was lit, spotlights illuminated the floor, and the audience in the front auditorium occasionally whispered to each other, but none of this seemed to have anything to do with Song Hanzhang.

He sat alone far away from the stage, looking at the empty stage from a distance.

It seems to see a person stretching his limbs, spinning or jumping on the stage.

Another blink and the stage was still empty.

What he saw was Chun Leshui who had retested on stage a few months ago.

All the lights in the performance hall were turned off, leaving only a few dim lights that allowed the audience to see things vaguely.

Song Hanzhang leaned back, crossed his long legs, and crossed his fingers on his legs.

The show is about to start.

Amidst the sacrificial music, the stage lights up gradually, and the curtain is pulled upwards. In the misty smoke, dancers in sacrificial costumes with the same painted faces begin the performance of the prologue.

Because of war, disease, and famine, people who have nowhere to go always need a belief to survive.

It is said that the legendary mountain god will protect all those who believe in him, so people pretend to be him and pray for the gods to show mercy, good weather, and peace in the world.

After the prologue ended, the dancers gradually retreated, and on the darkened stage again, only a ray of light was lit. In the light, it seemed that the mountain ghost was born from people's beliefs.

Chun Leshui was dressed in a white-blue gradation of thin and light clothes, layered on top of each other, hung messily and casually on his shoulders, and his sleeves fluttered with his movements.

His steps are light, and each dance pose has a unique language, like a small animal spying on the world for the first time, innocent and curious.

As the story progresses layer by layer, the mountain ghost has changed from being ignorant of the world at the beginning to a violent monster in people's mouth. People kill him with all their strength, and welcome a new one in a new round of sacrifices. the mountain god.

The whole performance lasted for one and a half hours, including the curtain call after the end, which was also designed according to the plot to suit each character, including the group dance.

After the stage was completely dark, there was no sound in the performance hall, and everyone was still immersed in the visual effects and plot ups and downs brought by it. Everyone was led by the eyes of the mountain ghost, and walked into the story with him .

The applause started to rise. I don't know who led it, but almost everyone couldn't help expressing their love for this dance drama.

Even Jiang Buyan, who is strict and picky, wanted to give today's performance a perfect score.

Whether it's Chun Leshui or other actors, even the group dances are remarkable, and everyone has made this dance drama together.

He went to the backstage for the first time but couldn't find Chun Leshui.

"Le Shui went to the bathroom as soon as he got off stage," a dancer told him.

Jiang Buti hurried to the bathroom, pushed the door open and ran into Chu Lin who hadn't removed his make-up and was washing his hands by the sink. Seeing his flustered expression, Chu Lin was puzzled: "Director Jiang?"

"Where's Chunle Water?" Jiang Buyi took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions.

"I'm here!" Chun Leshui agreed loudly from the cubicle.

His voice sounded quite vigorous. Jiang Buyan wanted to ask him if he was okay, but because of Chu Lin's presence, he could only swallow all his concerns. After a moment of silence, he walked up to Chu Lin and turned on the faucet. .

"Did you hear the audience's applause?" Jiang Buyan looked at Chu Lin in the mirror while washing his hands, "The response was very good."

Chu Lin smiled and nodded.

"It's mainly due to Director Jiang!" Chun Leshui raised his voice.

He was sitting on the toilet, panting non-stop against the wall, pulling the toilet paper by the wall in circles with his hands, and wiping the blood on his chest.

He was struggling to stop the bleeding, when Chu Lin asked him how long it would take.

"Brother, my stomach hurts, why don't you go back and remove your makeup first."

Chu Lin left at the sound, and Chun Leshui heard only one person's footsteps after listening for a long time: "Jiang Buyan, is my senior brother gone?"

"gone."

Chun Leshui breathed a sigh of relief, threw the paper into the trash can, and opened the compartment door to go out. In the empty bathroom, only Jiang Buyan was left leaning on the sink and looking at him.

He had barely stopped the bleeding, but there were still some blood stains on his face and hands that he hadn't wiped clean.

Chun Leshui turned on the faucet, wet his fingers, and cleaned the blood off his face bit by bit.

"Are you okay?" Jiang asked tirelessly.

"Very good." Chun Leshui turned to look at him with sparkling eyes, "I think I can make it to the premiere."

Facing the mirror, he wiped his face and exclaimed, "I really like the stage."

As soon as he stepped on the stage, Chun Leshui felt that he was not himself. His body and limbs seemed to have his own consciousness. He would forget about the performance and the audience. During that hour and a half, he had nothing to think about but dancing. this matter.

He wants to jump more, wants to keep jumping.

When he talks about the things he likes, his whole body seems to be glowing.

It was almost the same look as when he was talking about death equaling new life.

Jiang Buyi kept his mouth shut when he wanted to persuade him, he smiled, his eyes softened: "Then you have to work hard, wait until the premiere to face the real audience and perform again."

Chun Leshui nodded, he really thought he could.

Probably because the desire for the premiere stage was too strong. Before the premiere, Chun Leshui's physical condition was unexpectedly healthy. For more than half a month, he never fainted during rehearsal or in the theater The bleeding and even the symptoms of anemia have been relieved a lot, my appetite has gone up, and the flesh that fell from my body has quietly grown back.

Although only a trivial point.

In this way, he ushered in the official premiere of "Mountain Ghost".

On the day of the premiere, Chun Leshui was in an unusually high mood. He kept smiling while preparing backstage, joked with this colleague and played with that colleague. Under his influence, everyone's tense and serious mood eased a lot.

Chun Leshui and Chu Lin went to change costumes together, and Chu Lin asked him, "Why are you so happy today?"

Chun Leshui laughed, causing Chu Lin to laugh too. He scratched his head and pushed him into the changing room next to him.

Mountain Ghost has different costumes in every scene. The one he debuted on stage was the most messy and complicated. Layers hung on his body like cloth. Halfway through wearing it, he couldn't find where his head was and where his hands were.

"Brother, can you help me?" Chun Leshui had no choice but to ask for foreign help.

Chu Lin came on stage late, so he was not in a hurry to change, and lifted the curtain to help Chun Leshui get dressed.

"I've worn it so many times and still can't wear it well." Chu Lin scolded him with a smile.

"Didn't you help me?"

Every time he came to this set, Chu Lin smiled helplessly.Chun Leshui lowered his head and straightened his clothes. Chu Lin looked at his innermost white half-high collar and asked doubtfully, "Did you have this in it before?"

Chun Leshui paused, and said affirmatively, "Yes."

His tone was firm, and Chu Lin did not doubt him, and tapped his neck lightly with his fingertips: "How did you do this?"

It was a little itchy when his fingers touched it. Chun Le shrank his neck and looked sideways at the mirror. The bruises that had been completely covered had protruded from the collar, and he subconsciously covered it with his hand.

"Yes, are you allergic?" Chun Leshui found an excuse, "I just said my neck is itchy."

"Then go and have a look tomorrow to find out what the allergen is."

Chun Leshui nodded hastily: "Then I'll go to make up first."

He walked out of the changing room, pulled up his collar, and walked to the dressing room.

There were a lot of flower baskets neatly placed on both sides of the corridor, all of which were names Chun Leshui didn't recognize, most of them congratulated Jiang Buyi on his successful performance, and there were also some from other colleagues. He walked and looked at it, and suddenly stopped.

The two flower baskets in front of them are twice the size of the other flower baskets, and even the number of flowers is more than the ones next to them. It can be seen that each flower is next to each other without leaving a gap.

The congratulations on the flower basket were similar to those of others, but the name of the inscription made Chun Leshui's nose a little sore.

At the beginning, he joked that he asked his grandpa to give him a big flower basket to compare with his colleagues. Even if grandpa was not there, the flower basket appeared backstage on time.

The one is very big, the shape is beautiful and the flowers are blooming well. It is true that you will notice his flower basket the first time you come over.

Chun Leshui caressed a green leaf and said softly, "Thank you, Grandpa."

"Le Shui!"

"Here we come!" Chun Leshui responded, took a last look at the flower basket, turned around and trotted into the dressing room.

The difference between the premiere audience and the audition audience is probably that they will not analyze from any professional point of view what is good about this dance drama and where there is still room for improvement. All their starting points are whether it is good or not, whether they like it or not.

But the praise in the industry has given all the dancers confidence, and Jiang Buyan is also full of confidence in his work this time. Before the official stage, everyone gathered together to cheer.

The curtain separates the actors on the stage from the audience off the stage, but it cannot separate the hurried footsteps of the actors and the whispers of the audience waiting.

Chun Leshui closed his eyes, as if all senses were blocked at that moment, and he was the only one in the whole performance hall.

He doesn't need to please the audience, he doesn't need to care about whether he can dance well or not, he just needs to let every part of his body take back their own control and let them move.

Amidst the rising music, the auditorium fell silent, and the veil was lifted on the silent stage.

Until the final curtain ended, the whole performance seemed to be just a moment for Chun Leshui. It seemed that he had just stood on the stage, stepped on the light and music and stretched out, and the performance was over.

He followed the exiting actors to the backstage, everyone chattered about something, Chun Leshui flowed in his left ear and out of his right ear, his heart was filled with joyful and satisfied emotions.

Everyone smiled and pushed him, Chun Leshui didn't hear what the other party said, and grinned instinctively and nodded.

Then he saw Chu Lin in the crowd, and his elder brother seemed to be looking for him too. When he saw him, he smiled and walked towards him against the people who were walking forward.

"Brother." Chun Leshui stretched out his hand to hold him, but felt a little itchy nose, and when he lowered his head, a drop of blood dripped straight to his feet.

All the figures and voices around were mixed together, and in a whirl, Chun Leshui glanced in Chu Lin's direction in a panic. Chun Leshui was still annoyed when he saw Chu Lin's smile froze on his face.

boom--

Chun Leshui fell straight to the ground, and he heard Chu Lin exclaim: "Xiaochun!"

Before completely losing consciousness, there were only two words in Chun Leshui's mind——

Finish the ball.

Aunt Xu rushed out of the kitchen when she heard the voice: "What's wrong?"

Song Hanzhang looked at the fragments on the ground that hadn't stabilized completely, and pinched his eyebrows: "I accidentally knocked the bowl."

As he spoke, he opened the dining chair and squatted down, picking up the big pieces before Aunt Xu came to clean them up.

"I'll come, I'll come, don't hurt your hands."

As soon as Aunt Xu finished speaking, she heard Song Hanzhang's "hiss", and the bright red blood drew a line of blood along the sharp edge down the pure white porcelain surface.

"Don't do it...Xu Qing, quickly treat the wound on the young master's hand."

"It's not that serious." Song Hanzhang said.

Aunt Xu chased people away: "Let's go, go and bandage your hands. Fortunately, there is no hot porridge in the bowl."

The wound on Song Hanzhang's hand was deeper than expected, and it took a long time for the bleeding to stop. Uncle Xu helped him bandage the wound, looked at his face and said, "Did you not rest last night?"

Song Hanzhang squeezed the space between his eyebrows. Although he is used to frequent insomnia, he still takes a short nap every night. Although the time to fall asleep usually does not exceed two hours, it is barely enough for him to regain his energy.

But today I don't know what happened, from the moment I opened my eyes, I was flustered, inexplicably feeling a little uneasy.

The bowl just now was not the first bowl he broke today, he had already broken a coffee cup before Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu got up.

May be slow thinking caused by lack of adequate sleep for a long time.

Song Hanzhang withdrew his hand: "It's okay."

He relies on high-intensity work to keep himself awake. Uncle Xu persuaded him several times but it didn't help. He sighed, put away the medicine box and asked: "Leshui's performance tonight, I need you to order a bouquet of flowers." ?"

Today is the premiere of the Chunle water dance drama, Xu Qing still remembered Song Shiqing's instructions before his death, and ordered two large flower baskets in advance to be sent to the theater.

Hearing the word Chun Leshui, Song Hanzhang's heart stopped for a beat.

It has been more than a month since the divorce, and most of the time Song Hanzhang has been caught in the doubt of his feelings for Chun Leshui.

Every day I secretly go to Lishuiwan to wait for him to come home. I feel at ease when I look at him. I feel lost if I don’t receive an invitation to watch his audition. I want to get close to him but dare not approach him. The so-called love?

So if he really fell in love with Chun Leshui, what should he do?

Will he still be forgiven, will they have a chance to start over, what about loving someone normally?

Song Hanzhang was silent for a long time under Uncle Xu's probing and waiting eyes, and then said: "I'll do it myself."

He first brought flowers to congratulate him on the success of the performance, it should be okay to start as a friend, right?

The flower shop staff enthusiastically introduced the flowers in the shop to Song Hanzhang: "Sir, do you want to send a friend or a lover?"

Song Hanzhang didn't know how to define their current relationship, so he was silent for a moment and said, "Friends, it's for congratulations." "Then what do you think of this bunch?"

Song Hanzhang looked past the bouquet in his hand and landed on the sunflowers behind. The clerk looked along and said with a smile: "Sunflowers can also be used. Besides love, it also represents everyone's pursuit and love for life and dreams. After all Sunflowers are always chasing the sun. Congratulations to friends also apply.”

Song Hanzhang immediately thought of Chunle Water when he saw the bright and vibrant sunflower.

After watching the same performance twice within half a month, Song Hanzhang did not feel bored.

Seeing Chun Leshui, the uneasiness that had been lingering in his heart since he got up eased a lot, so that he couldn't take his eyes off Chun Leshui.

He was very easy to find, the one who stood out the most on stage.

The one-and-a-half-hour dance drama, Song Hanzhang became more nervous as it came to an end. He was used to looking at Chun Leshui from a distance, and it was the first face-to-face contact after the divorce. He didn't know if Chun Leshui would accept his flowers.

After the performance, Song Hanzhang got up and went to the backstage. He didn't go in, but just waited at the exit. He took two calls from his assistant to deal with some work, but Chun Leshui never came out.

Just when he was about to go in, the ambulance stopped at the bottom of the steps in front of him with the sound of humming from far to near.

Song Hanzhang felt a little overwhelmed by the hospital now, subconsciously took half a step back.

The medical staff jumped out of the car quickly, stepped up the stairs in three steps and two steps, and hurriedly passed him and ran into the backstage of the theater.

The sound of tapping footsteps made Song Hanzhang's heart tighten.

After a while, footsteps came from the corridor, and the sound of iron wheels rubbing against the ground overlapped with the sound of grandpa pushing into the emergency room for rescue.

"Xiao Chun?!"

Song Hanzhang saw Chu Lin following the medical staff and called Chun Leshui's name in a panic.

Who is it called?

At that moment, the world was silent, he only saw Chu Lin's lips opening and closing, but he couldn't hear a word.

The floor along their way was blood-stained, and the medical staff kept waving their hands to the side, talking but couldn't hear them.

A lot of people gathered around the bed, their upper body lowered to block the face of the person on the bed. When they came out of the door, they didn't know who knocked off the flower in Song Hanzhang's hand. No one cared about the sunflower that fell to the ground and was crushed.

There were shoe prints on the exquisite wrapping paper, the bouquet rolled on the ground, followed by hurried footsteps, rolled down the steps, and hit the ambulance tires.

The bright yellow petals became the only color in the whole picture.

They rolled the bed into the ambulance, closed the door, and roared away.

Song Hanzhang's eyes fell from the scarlet blood on the ground to the bright sunflowers, his eyes were at a loss.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-19?20:42:45~2021-08-20?21:30:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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