The actor has a lot of black material

Once the body is weak, the spirit will also be weak, and all kinds of negative emotions will emerge, constantly entangle him and absorb his little anger.

will i die?

In fact, I am already dead, why should I live and suffer?

For revenge?What's the point after revenge?

What is the meaning of life?

After being reborn, I feel that nothing happy happened. Does this kind of life need to continue?

so tired...

Everything is done with great pains, and everything will encounter resistance, very tiring...

It's really tiring to go this far...

There are some negative thoughts in my head, constantly circling and deepening again and again.Ling Han really felt very tired, he couldn't even move a finger while lying on the sofa.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the doorbell ringing. It took him a while to realize that he was not dreaming, and the doorbell was really ringing.

But he didn't want to move at all, let alone see anyone, he just wanted to lie quietly by himself until he grew old.

I don't want to talk or communicate with anyone.

The doorbell rang tirelessly for a long time before it stopped ringing. Ling Han thought in a daze that maybe the person had already left.

He fell into a drowsy state again. After a long time, there was a sound from the door, and then it was knocked open with a bang.

Ling Han moved his body weakly, trying to get up, but found that he didn't have any strength.

Someone's footsteps hurriedly approached.

"Ling Han!"

Ling Han opened his eyes, and found that Zhu Sheng's face was close at hand, and the anxiety in his eyes could be clearly seen.

He put his hand on Ling Han's forehead and said in surprise, "You have a fever again! Quick, let's go to the hospital!"

Ling Han said weakly: "No, I won't go..."

The sound is as soft as a mosquito, and you can't hear it if you don't listen carefully.

Anxiety and sadness appeared in Zhu Sheng's eyes, he stroked his hair with his hand, and said softly: "Hey, you are sick, let's go to the hospital..."

Then he helped Ling Han up with his hands.

The moment the skin touched, Ling Han jumped up like an electric shock, suddenly pushed Zhu Sheng away, and shouted hoarsely, "Don't touch me!"

Following his movements, Ling Han's neckline opened, revealing the mottled marks on his neck and chest.

Zhu Sheng's pupils shrank slightly, and suddenly he stretched out his hand and pulled his collar away forcefully.A look of panic flashed across Ling Han's eyes, no, no, no one can see...

He resisted this movement and wanted to dodge to the side.The stamp of this disgrace cannot be seen.

However, Zhu Sheng didn't give him a chance to dodge, he firmly clasped his shoulders and pulled his collar away.

At that moment, Ling Han seemed to have been stripped of all his clothes, and stood naked in front of the public, revealing his embarrassment and scars without reservation.

"What is this?" Zhu Sheng's pupils trembled, and the fingers clasping Ling Han's shoulders tightened, with such force that they were almost embedded in the flesh, which made Ling Han feel a tingling pain.What hurt him even more was Zhu Sheng's stern questioning tone, like a savage whip, slapping his face fiercely, causing his face to burn.

Shame, guilt, and other emotions filled the whole heart, which was uncomfortable, as if being twisted into a ball.My stomach is churning, I only drank and didn't eat all day yesterday, and I vomited a lot, and now the pain is unbearable.Ling Han wanted to vomit again, but couldn't.

"You don't care!" He snatched back his collar in a hoarse voice, bluffing.

Zhu Sheng's pupils were extremely dark, and the faint pain flashed and quickly disappeared. He let go of his hand, his voice trembling slightly, "What happened to you yesterday? It's okay, tell me, I will help you."

The tone is as gentle as a loving father coaxing a child, as long as the child tells him anything, he will choose to believe it and is willing to shield him from the wind and rain.

But Ling Han is not a child.

He said coldly: "Don't think too much, I went to the bar to drink and slept with a stranger last night."

Then he tilted his head, and said with a smile in Zhu Sheng's astonished eyes: "What's so strange, isn't Ling Han such a person? You don't think so either? Isn't it normal for me to do such a thing? "

"Yes, I'm just that lowly, I have no moral bottom line, I only approach you for money, Mr. Zhu, don't you understand?"

Zhu Sheng suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, a flash of pain flashed in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Stop talking, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Don't go."

Zhu Sheng didn't listen to him, and picked him up from the sofa.Ling Han wanted to struggle, but unfortunately he had no strength.

And he felt that it didn't matter, nothing mattered.

Drowsily taken to the hospital by Zhu Sheng, he was hung up with a needle, laying down numbly, and numbly accepting the cold liquid flowing into his blood vessels.

He didn't listen to a word of Zhu Sheng's communication with the doctor, and felt it didn't matter.

After staying in the hospital for two days, it was just a fever and a cold, but it was more troublesome than ordinary people.I don't know why the high fever persisted, and the fever reached 40 degrees at one point, so I had to be hospitalized.During the examination, there was moderate alcoholism and stomach ulcers.

Zhu Sheng had been taking care of him all the time. Normally, Ling Han would have lamented that the majestic young master of the Zhu family would actually take care of the patient himself, but at this time he was just numb and didn't care.Live or die, it doesn't matter.

He felt that he was a dead man and deserved to die.

This illness was violent and brought a lot of negative emotions. Those negative thoughts suppressed him and made him recover very slowly.

On the third day, Ling Han woke up from sleep and heard Zhu Sheng talking on the phone.

"He's sick, yes, I'm taking care of him... we'll talk about the movie later, put it off for now."

Something seemed to be said over there, and Zhu Sheng said again: "The fever has been high for a long time, but it has stabilized now, don't worry..."

"Which hospital? Heart and Hospital."

When Zhu Sheng put away the phone and turned his head, he found Ling Han's eyes were open, and lowered his head in surprise, "Are you awake?"

The voice was cautious, as if it would break Ling Han if it was louder.

It was hard to imagine that Zhu Sheng would speak to someone in such a tone.

Ling Han blinked, "What day is today?"

Zhu Sheng quickly reported the time to him.

Ling Han said, "Oh."

Zhu Sheng moved his lips, sat beside his bed, and asked cautiously, "Is it better?"

Ling Han hooked the corners of his lips, "It's much better."

It was indeed much better. After a few days of complete indulgence and decadence, those negative emotions still troubled him, but they were not as scary as before, as if they were going to swallow him completely.

It's not just a lovelorn, but it's ridiculous to think of death.

Ling Han really laughed, but his sudden laugh made Zhu Sheng very nervous, his handsome face was full of anxiety, "Are you really okay, if you feel any discomfort, I'll call the doctor right away."

He said he wanted to get up and call for someone, but Ling Han grabbed him.