After the sick top was forced to marry

Romain Rolland said that there is only one kind of true heroism in the world, and that is to still love life after seeing the truth of life clearly.

Lin Zijin propped his heels on the ground, and because of this posture, his suit trousers were lifted up slightly, exposing a section of thin ankles, which looked sickly pale under the spotlight, and the chair under him turned around slightly.

He looked at the host in front of him who had been chatting wildly and awkwardly for more than ten minutes because he wanted to dig something out of his mouth, and suddenly felt that what Roman Rolland said was very correct.

"Several artists in the circle who have a good relationship with Mr. Lin have announced their marriage," the host said. "Does Mr. Lin have someone he likes? Or is there any happy event to share with fans and friends?"

Lin Zijin glanced at him with a half-smile: "Sorry, I don't have anyone I like, and I don't plan to get married. Career always comes first. I'm a non-marriage advocate."

"That's true. Mr. Lin's career is really booming this year," the male host tried his best to find any useful gossip, and he probably started worrying about performance bonuses, smiling rather reluctantly, "An album, a variety show , the male lead of the two TV dramas is still to be broadcast, it seems that the fans will be very happy, and their expectations are fully filled. Can you ask why Mr. Lin is so diligent?"

Lin Zijin changed his posture, crossed his long legs, lifted his eyelids, and his peach blossom eyes slightly curved: "I am afraid that I will die young, so I have to make a fortune before I die, so that the rest of the company will not be hungry." to go with peace of mind.”

The male host froze in place, not knowing how to respond.

The director watched anxiously from the side.

He had heard from his peers that each of these popular stars was more eccentric than the other. It was ridiculous that he didn't believe it before, but now he has to face this cruel reality.

After thinking about it, he made a few gestures to the male host, signaling him to finish the interview quickly, otherwise the editor would definitely cry and trouble him.

The male host observed his words and said hastily: "Actually, this year we also know that Mr. Lin has been on many hot searches because of his frequent visits to the hospital, so I wish Mr. Lin good health in the new year and can bring us more and better works."

The corners of Lin Zijin's lips curled up slightly, and he glanced at him, without embarrassing him anymore.

The people on both sides gave a friendly meal, which can be regarded as sending the plague god surnamed Lin away.

As soon as the door opened, more guns surrounded them.

"Mr. Lin Zijin, are the rumors in the circle that you have a terminal illness true?"

"Mr. Lin Zijin, did you really reject the new Xiaohua Xia Zhizhu during filming?"

"I heard that next year you will take on five dramas at once, is this true?"

"Mr. Lin Zijin..."

Lin Zijin was shrouded in the flickering lights, and countless microphones were scrambled to be handed to him.

With one hand in his pocket, he looked very leisurely and at ease. With a pair of peach blossom eyes and a smile, he randomly picked out a few questions and answered them with a gentle and polite attitude.

A male reporter didn't know whether he liked it or hated it, and said in a low voice, "If he were a woman, he would definitely be the kind of vixen who would bring disaster to the country and the people."

The female reporter standing next to him glared at him: "You don't care about the handsome guy."

After finishing speaking, he added a sentence that was still unsatisfactory: "A character like Lin Ge, even if he is a man, will bring disaster to the country and the people."

The "disaster for the country and the people" himself didn't hear these comments about himself, so he turned a corner and stepped into the backstage rest area, blocking a group of hungry reporters behind the isolation line.

As soon as he got rid of the reporter, the business smile on Lin Zijin's face disappeared completely.

Li Hua, the little assistant who had been waiting here for a long time, hurriedly followed and handed the phone to him: "Boss, someone is looking for you."

Lin Zijin pinched the center of his brows wearily: "Report your name."

"Wen Gu, Shen Sui, and Sister Zeng," Li Huaqin diligently logged into WeChat to report to him, "Just these three."

Lin Zijin said "Oh": "I don't even look at it, let's leave it alone."

"Eh?"

Lin Zijin is tall and has long legs and walks very fast. Li Hua can only follow behind him holding his mobile phone, selling these unread messages like a salesman: "But Brother Lin, Sister Zeng sent a lot of messages, didn't you? Is there something urgent?"

Lin Zijin sneered, and pushed open the door of the dressing room: "Is she in a hurry? I'm afraid she didn't know where she saw those non-Chinese chicken soups and tried to brainwash me."

Li Hua was momentarily at a loss for words, and quickly closed the door of the dressing room to prevent people outside from hearing his boss's rebellious remarks.

Lin Zijin finally took the phone and opened the dialog box named "Zeng Xi". As expected, he saw a row of soft articles on the official account——

【Surprised, after the young man didn't sleep for three days, he actually...】

[Three words, I made that student who stayed up late cry for three days]

[Men watched silently, women shed tears when they watched, staying up late often will affect your 'sex' happiness! 】

What and what!

Lin Zijin locked the phone screen with a sullen face, and sat in front of the makeup mirror, gnashing his teeth: "I shouldn't have any hope for her."

Li Hua hugged the cell phone that was thrown over, with a rare look of sadness on his face: "But Brother Lin, Sister Zeng is doing it for your own good. Although she is your manager, she definitely treats you like her own son." Yes. Can't you remember the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

"I want to sleep," Lin Zijin said, "but can I sleep?"

He closed his eyes slightly, letting the make-up artist manipulate his face.

He was not joking in the recording studio just now, and it was not a gimmick to be photographed frequently going to the hospital.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

When Lin Zijin first had symptoms of insomnia, he was running both at home and abroad, and he simply thought that it was just a disorder of his biological clock caused by jet lag.But after his domestic work stabilized, he found that he really couldn't fall asleep.

He often tossed and turned in bed from [-] or [-] o'clock in the evening, tossing and turning until four or five o'clock before he could barely close his eyes and sleep for an hour or two. He also tried various brands of melatonin and sleeping pills, but they all lost their effect quickly. .

In other words, nothing was going to bring him down except the kind of drug that kidnappers favored.

Thinking of this, Lin Zijin sighed, wondering if it was because of his own psychology, but felt a faint pain in his chest again.

His personal doctor said that if he continues to sleep less than eight hours a week, "death young" will probably no longer be a joke.

It was fine before, but this year he clearly felt that the functions of his various organs had begun to become disordered, and he even experienced symptoms of chest pain, migraine and heart palpitations.

Li Hua answered the phone and came back. He saw Lin Zijin leaning on the chair with his eyes closed, and lightly gestured to the makeup artist: "Is he asleep?"

The make-up artist shook his head halfway, Lin Zijin suddenly said, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Li Hua curled his lips in frustration, and said with a long face: "Sister Zeng called just now."

"I don't look at chicken soup," Lin Zijin said, "If chicken soup works, what do you need a doctor for?"

"no no."

Li Hua hurriedly said: "Sister Zeng said that there is still some time before the awards ceremony, so I want you to take the time to sleep in the lounge."

Lin Zijin now has a headache when he hears the word "sleep".

"Understood," he said, "if you're okay, just kneel down."

The makeup artist finally reapplied the lipstick on him: "Brother Lin, when you wake up in a while, message me on WeChat, and I'll give you a haircut."

Lin Zijin gave a weary "hmm", fell back on the sofa and stretched himself.

I don't know from which day, sleeping has become a torture of self-torture.

Before he was aware of this disease, Lin Zijin had tossed and turned in bed countless times, watching the sky outside from pitch black to gradually whitening.

The five senses of a person with insomnia will be infinitely amplified. The sound of wind and rain, even the chirping of birds and insects, and the small sounds of neighbors getting up early and going out are like thunder in his ears.And the heart was beating fast like a drum and hit the chest cavity, making a loud "thump, bang, bang", and the forehead and back of the neck were all sweating due to the sudden cold and hot.

Generally speaking, it was very painful, and it made him haggard for a while, and he suspected that he had some kind of mental illness.

But people are slowly accepting adversity.

Later, Lin Zijin looked away, and prepared to reconcile with himself, so that high-intensity work would fill his life, and sometimes he could squint for an hour and a half in the babysitter's car on the plane.

Sleep and money, at least he got money.

He was lying on his side on the sofa, obviously his limbs and internal organs were very tired, but his brain was very clear, and he still had time to think about the script that he read on the way here today. Like a perpetual motion machine, it goes around forever without sleep.

Lin Zijin turned over and tried his best to calm down his overly active brain. He had just spent his life brewing some sleepiness when he heard a soft knock on the door.

The knock on the door was originally very soft, like a cat scratching, it would not be noticed at all, but to Lin Zijin's ears, it was as unbearable as that decorator digging a wall with a hammer.

He turned over again, not intending to let go of the sleepiness that had finally come to the door, and tried his best to ignore the knock on the door.

After a while, the knocking on the door stopped, and the door was opened with a "squeak".

It is estimated that Li Hua or the makeup artist came back.

The man seemed to stop at the door for a while, turned around a few times in a daze, and then tiptoed towards this side again.

And the sounds of all his movements were amplified countless times by Lin Zijin's ears, as if someone was repeatedly rubbing his nerves with five or six small saws.

It's noisy and annoying.

Lin Zijin couldn't bear it any longer, he frowned and opened his eyes to stare at the unexpected guest, but suddenly froze.

Not Li Hua or the makeup artist, but a very young face.

The uninvited guest looked a little familiar, standing not far from the sofa, holding a bottle of Coke in his hand, looking at him with a dark expression on his face.

And the opening of his eyes seemed to scare the person, and the next moment, the bottle of Coke that had just been opened followed the trembling of the person, and spilled over his head and face, all splashing on his suit.