Chosen unlucky guy

The 120 that was carrying He Jingle was racing all the way on the street, and he almost convulsed halfway; and seeing the pale faces of everyone in the car, he paused, and he was really embarrassed to say, In fact, he felt that he was okay, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

It didn't even hurt from being kicked last time!

He was sent all the way to the hospital, and he went through a full set of examinations in a hurry. Finally, the doctor murmured at the results: "This situation——"

Everyone's hearts sank heavily.

"Congratulations, young man," the doctor smiled, "you are lucky, you are fine!"

Xin Sui breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that he was sweating from nervousness unknowingly, and he was still next to Ke Wenyao next to him. He moved slightly to the side calmly, and smiled: "That's good, that's good."

Xiang Kongshan and Yu Yehao were already speechless, and after a long time, they leaned on each other and sat on the stool next to each other. As soon as they sat down, the former stood up immediately: "I'll go see Le Zai."

"Take a break. I think you are more serious than Le Tsai. If you come again a few times, I'm afraid you will get sick first." Lin Yan calmly rejected his proposal with the longest sentence of the night, and then Say, "I'll go."

"Student Lin Yan?" Xin Sui said, "Then I will go with you."

The two walked to the ward where Young Master He was in relative silence. As soon as they opened the door, they saw the latter burrowing into the bed like a groundhog, with a muffled voice coming from the quilt: "How is it, Are you all right?"

"It's something," Lin Yan sat on the edge of his bed, reached out and pulled his quilt, "You scared us enough today."

He Jingle pulled the quilt to hide his face, and said dejectedly: "I didn't do it on purpose, who knew it would be like this... Hiss! Sister Yan, I was wrong, don't pull my quilt, my arm still hurts!"

"Now you know it's embarrassing?" Yu Yehao pushed open the door, walked in with Ke Wenyao, and said, "This time you are lucky, and we happen to be here, what will you do in the future?"

Young Master He was bored under the covers for several minutes without speaking, and finally poked his head out with his face flushed, and said honestly, "I'm sorry. Where's Xiang Kongshan?"

"Oh. He," Yu Yehao said casually, "He said he was going to see if there is a fortune teller under the overpass opposite the hospital, and help you figure out if there is a problem with Feng Shui in this show."

"..."

In short, although the problem is not serious, under the doctor's order to "reduce exercise as much as possible", this show is unlikely to be able to go on. He Jingle spent a long time planning to make a speech, and then sat on the hospital bed and called the assistant director: "Hey, director, what is that?" For subsequent recordings, I may—”

"I know, you take care of your wounds!" The assistant director must have been frightened, and he readily agreed, but at the end he said, "Ziweixing, there is one more thing, can I ask you for a moment?"

"what?"

"Our recording, more than 100 people, you know, it's not easy to record," the assistant director hesitated. It's even more troublesome."

"...I mean, can we just use the beginning and ending that you have recorded before in the feature film?"

He Jingle was a little hesitant, and didn't reply for a long time. The assistant director seemed to sense that his attitude was loose, and continued to say: "We know how to edit, and the recordings of all the staff are generally long shots, with dark heads, which can't be seen. As for the other storyboards, we'll find someone to make up the recordings... Really please!"

The little girl talked to him in such a low voice, just to make a living, which made Young Master He a little soft-hearted for a while, so he finally said: "That's fine."

The assistant director hung up the phone thankfully.

He was a little dazed, until Xiang Kongshan, who was said to have gone to see Fengshui, returned from the hospital after completing the discharge procedures, and he was still absent-minded; when the group left the hospital, Ke Wenyao was responsible for escorting Lin Yan back to school, and Yu Yehao was also going back to his own In the end, Xin Sui was the only one left to accompany him along the way.

The two of them walked along the street to the subway station ahead, and He Jingle suddenly remembered something: "Xin Sui, don't you still have a report to hand in?"

Brother Sui, who was always telling a lie: "..."

"Then you go first," He Jingle pushed him, and took out his mobile phone, "I'll call you a car, I'm really going to trouble you tonight."

Pushed by him, Xin Sui walked a few steps forward, and said helplessly, "Jing Le, I've finished my report."

He Jingle paused for pushing him, and after a while, his voice was very low, and no emotion could be heard: "Oh, you really lied to me."

Xin Sui felt strange and turned to look at him: "Didn't you guess it when you were recording the dance?"

Otherwise, she wouldn't be so excited to jump off the stage to look for him, just to have another separate celebration dinner with him.

"But I think," He Jingle scratched his head, his voice lowered, "Since you said that, it might be true, the possibility is one in ten thousand, and I can't delay you... and I'm not lucky , if my feeling is wrong, if this report is important to you and delays your future, I will be a sinner forever."

He didn't know what to think of, his eyes dimmed, and thick eyelashes covered them: "I can't always be willful, like today."

Because his head was lowered, He Jingle didn't see Xin Sui's expression when he looked at him. The mobile phone in his hand vibrated silently. He transferred 20 yuan.

Be nervous, he thought, don't you want to freeze my card a few days ago?

In the end, just as he was thinking about it, his father condescendingly sent him another text message, which seemed to be quite earnest: [Little bastard, I said that I will stop your card, but I didn’t really stop it. You take the 20 yuan. So, let’s go out for a trip, play golf, play mahjong, whatever you want, and ask me if you don’t have enough. ]

After a pause, another message was sent: [...but just don't dance. ]

"..."

And on the subway of a certain line far away, Yu Yehao was on the phone: "Hi, Aunt Lan... well, I'm not home yet, did you see the video?"

He blushed with excitement: "Le Tsai dances really well! You also think you are talented, don't you!"

"Ah... Uncle He saw it too?"

His smile gradually froze, and Xiang Kongshan, who was silent next to him, couldn't help but tremble all over: "What does Uncle He say? You persuade him, he's always angry when he's old, and it's not a shameful job, and Didn't I tell you just now, I just went to do a favor, and I won't go in the future!"

"What?... Uncle He is crying?"

Even further away in Lianjiang City, He Hongguang stood on the balcony on the second floor and smoked half a pack of cigarettes. The moonlight illuminated his reddish eye sockets. He deeply reflected on himself: Did he speak too seriously?

He clicked on the video again and looked at it carefully.

He continued to reflect: Don't say things like Dongka in the future.

With a beep, he transferred another [-] to He Jingle.

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Hello Yu Ye, look at what you have done!

【See you tomorrow!