Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

Lu Qingyun was stunned for a moment.

It was a voice from Meng Yunjian.

It's very long, almost 1 minute long.

Lu Qingyun's brows could not help but tighten.

After the divorce, he blocked Meng Yunjian's mobile phone number and other contact information, but he didn't delete his WeChat, not for other reasons, but because Meng Yunjian sometimes posted some photos of Jian Jian in Moments , he missed the child so much, so he didn't want to delete it.

But he didn't reply to any of the WeChat messages sent by Meng Yunjian.

He sometimes felt that Meng Yunjian was really strange. He was the one who wanted the divorce at the beginning, and he was the one who told him not to let him see the children, but now he sent WeChat every now and then to ask him if he wanted to see Jian Jian.In the past few years, he didn't post a Moment about Jian Jian, but now he looks like a good father, posting about his son every now and then.

But he, Lu Qingyun, is already like this, what else can he see.

Lu Qingyun smiled wryly, looked at the voice, hesitated for a while, and clicked on it.

To his surprise, it was not Meng Yunjian, but an immature voice.

【Daddy!I'm Jian Jian, and I secretly used Dad's mobile phone to send voice messages to you!Happy birthday daddy, wish daddy good health!Working smoothly! 】

[I know Daddy is very busy at work recently, so I don't have time to visit Jianjian. Jianjian will be very good. I even got No.1 in the math test last week. 】

【Daddy, when you're done with work, can you come and see Jian Jian?Jane misses you.If Daddy is too busy, just make a phone call, Jian Jian wants to hear Daddy's voice. 】

【Happy birthday Daddy!Remember to buy a cake to eat!I have prepared a gift for you, daddy can guess what it is? 】

Lu Qingyun's breathing froze for a while, and the sockets of her eyes turned red.

He sat on the bed and listened to that voice over and over again, feeling sore and uncomfortable in his heart.

"Jane..."

On the child's birthday, he didn't go back and didn't say "Happy Birthday", how sad Jane should be.

Lu Qingyun pressed the voice button, and for a moment, she wanted to send a voice message to Jian Jian.

But when he saw the words "Meng Yunjian" in the chat window, Lu Qingyun's eyes suddenly darkened again.

The finger also slowly moved away from the voice key.

The phone rang again, this time it was a phone call, and the numbers looked familiar.

Lu Qingyun was stunned for two seconds and connected.

"Hey."

A deep male voice came from the phone: "A Yun?"

Lu Qingyun was a little surprised: "Fang Zhi?"

Fang Zhi laughed: "You kid, you still remember me, I thought you forgot me, and you didn't tell me about such a big thing."

Lu Qingyun smiled embarrassedly.

Fang Zhi was the first artist he ever brought under his belt, and he had already become popular a few years ago. Even Meng Yunjian, in front of Fang Zhi, had to respectfully call him "Senior".

When he had an accident, it wasn't that he never thought of contacting Fang Zhi, but at that time Fang Zhi was also involved in a scandal because he was suspected of leaking other people's private recordings, and he couldn't protect himself. How could he ask Fang Zhi to help him again.

If he didn't pay attention, Fang Zhi would be accused of "association with an indecent criminal" again.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingyun just laughed twice: "It's not a big deal, I've gotten over it now."

Fang Zhi: "I started a company, and it's developing well now. If you have no place to develop, you are welcome to come to my place."

Lu Qingyun: "You don't plan to return to the entertainment circle?"

Fang Zhi smiled: "I won't go back, anyway, my wife can support me."

The grievances and grievances between Fang Zhi and the big star Ji Yanzhi are so twists and turns that they could write a book. I didn't expect that after such a lot of trouble, these two people still came together, which makes people laugh and cry.

"Are you coming to our company or not? I have reserved the position of vice president for you, and you can pay whatever you want."

Lu Qingyun: "I won't go, I have my own plans."

Fang Zhi didn't try to persuade him anymore: "Okay, if you need help, don't be polite to me. That Meng Yunjian is a scum, the kind that can't be cured, don't be too uncomfortable."

Lu Qingyun: "Well, I don't care anymore."

The pain of cancer is already enough for him, he has no time to think about Meng Yun's remonstrance.

In fact, if God could give him a healthy body, he would rather never know Meng Yunjian.

Love?

When the stomach hurts rolling all over the floor, love is a bullshit.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Qingyun turned off the phone directly.

The nurse came to deliver the medicine to him. Lu Qingyun squeezed the pill and asked her softly, "Can I donate the body?"

The nurse was slightly taken aback, and then said, "You can donate your cornea."

Lu Qingyun shook her head: "I want to donate the whole thing."

The nurse opened her mouth.

Lu Qingyun: "I checked on the Internet that cancer patients can donate their remains to hospitals or medical schools for medical research."

"Do you want it?" He smiled a little embarrassedly: "If you don't want it, I'll go to the school and ask."

The nurse frowned: "We can help you get in touch, but... you have to think clearly."

There are very few organ donors, let alone those who donate their bodies for teaching and research. Not many people can accept that they cannot be buried in the ground after death, but are soaked in cold formalin, and then Waiting to be observed, dealt with.

Even if they are nurses, they can't face it calmly.

Lu Qingyun...

"Well, I figured it out."

He won't live long, no one will help him with his funeral, and the money on his bank card can't buy a cemetery or hold a funeral. Instead of thinking about who will collect his body after death, it's better to donate it directly.

"sorry to bother you."

他把药片直接塞进了嘴里，就着水咽了下去。

……

It was only the next day that Meng Yunjian found out that Meng Jian had sent a voice message to Lu Qingyun on his WeChat.

He listened to the voice twice, and found that Meng Jian was so wronged that she was about to cry, but Lu Qingyun still didn't reply a word.

Meng Yunjian sneered.

When they were getting divorced, the two quarreled like that over Jian Jian's custody rights, but now it's good, it's fine to ignore yourself, even Jian Jian, is there a more cruel father than him in the world?

He doesn't deserve to be a father.

Did you deliberately not reply to WeChat?

Meng Yunjian frowned, and directly deleted Lu Qingyun's WeChat.

Don't even think about looking at Jian Jian in Moments from now on, you heartless little bastard.

……

In September, Lu Qingyun gradually began to be unable to get out of bed. He was always in pain and pain. The pain kept him in a coma state most of the time, and occasionally woke up, and it was day and night. He couldn't even tell the time and date. clear.

There were more and more tubes and instruments on his body, and Lu Qingyun knew that he was going to die.

The more this time came, the more he missed his relatives.