The Actor Wants to Divorce

Lin Yan was at a loss for a moment.

He seemed to have a long dream, and dreamed of many things.

Then he dreamed of Feng Jin who jumped off the building that night.

He stood in the torrential rain, walking towards the edge of the rooftop step by step, no matter how much he cried, he did not look back.

He was almost crushed by this fear, as if a hand was pinching his neck tightly, making him unable to breathe.

He opened his eyes eagerly, longing for fresh air...

Lin Yan stared at the raging fire around him. The tongue of the fire spread along the bookshelves and to the roof, thick smoke billowing, and the choking people's lungs suffered severe pain. Lin Yan lowered his head and scanned Feng Jin who was still asleep in bed.

Lin Yan took his shoulders, gently turned the person around, pinched Feng Jin's chin, and shook him: "Xiao Jin...Xiao Jin?" He hasn't spoken for a long time, and his throat hurts with a mouthful. Austerity.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin, wake up, on fire..."

Feng Jin was shaken awake, he stared at Lin Yan blankly, as if he couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality: "Lin Yan?"

"you're awake?"

Lin Yan frowned, "It's on fire, go out first, hurry up."

After being reminded by Lin Yan, Feng Jin realized that he was now in a sea of ​​flames.

─Agitated, the smoke billowed into his lungs, choking him coughing violently.

Lin Yan looked around, took the water cup by the bed, poured water on the pillow towel, kneaded it into a ball, and pressed it on Feng Jin's nose and mouth.

"Holding...cough...cough cough, hurry up."

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and this house of pure wooden structure will not last long.

Lin Yan frowned, his voice hurried.

Feng Jin ran to the door and saw that his heart instantly chilled.

The fire had spread long ago, and the stairs had been surrounded by raging fire.

"How?"

"The stairs... can't get out."

Lin Yan frowned, "What floor is this?"

Feng Jin's face was pale, "Second...Second floor."

Lin Yan pointed to the window in the room, "Jump out from here, hurry up. The second floor, you won't die."

Feng Jin nodded and was about to walk to the window. He suddenly remembered something. He looked at Lin Yan who was still sitting on the bed and asked anxiously, "What about you?"

Lin Yan was taken aback, and smiled helplessly, "I... can't move, just leave me alone.

─Lin Yan’s muscles have already degenerated after being in bed for more than a year. Even when he had just taken a cup of water, he felt strenuous, let alone getting out of bed to walk.

Lin Yan looked at Feng Jin and frowned, "Hurry up!"

Feng Jin gritted his teeth, walked over, took Lin Yan's arm, put it on his neck, and then wanted to hug Lin Yan.

Lin Yan said anxiously: "What are you doing..."

"Shut up." Feng Jin looked at him viciously, "I came out of Songshan Shaolin Temple, can't I still hold you now?"

Feng Jin easily picked up Lin Yan from the bed.

Lin Yan is really too thin now.

This strength was nothing to Feng Jin at all.

Feng Jin put Lin Yan on the window sill.

Behind him was thick smoke billowing, and outside was blazing.

The fire has attracted a lot of people to come and watch, and there are noises and calls for the fire engine everywhere.

Lin Yan's eardrums "buzzed" as he sat on the window sill, looking at his feet, his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily.

Feng Jin frowned: "I remember you were a little afraid of heights?"

Lin Yan: "It's a bit, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jin gave Lin Yan a big push on his shoulder one by one.

Lin Yan: "..."

Lin Yan fell heavily into the flowerbed downstairs.

Fortunately, the soil is soft, and his lower body has been inactive for too long, and his perception has deteriorated, and he has not felt much pain.

Feng Jin pressed the window sill and jumped, then jumped down easily.

"Lin Yan, are you okay?"

Feng Jin ran to Lin Yan.

Lin Yan shook his head: "It's okay, it's just me..."

"It's dangerous here. Leave first." Feng Jin wanted to hug Lin Yan after he finished speaking.

Lin Yan held down his hand, a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter?" Feng Jin pulled his arm.

Lin Yan's Adam's apple rolled twice and shook his head: "No... don't hug me."

This is so strange, and so many people are watching.

Feng Jin nodded, "Okay, then I'll carry you, the ambulance should be here."

Feng Jin carried Lin Yan on his back.

Just stepping out a few steps, I saw a person rushing towards them, his head was dusty and his hair was scorched.

It is Jiang Zefei.

Jiang Zefei touched his black face with his sleeve and looked at Lin Yan, "Lin...Lin Yan?"

Lin Yan frowned, "Come and carry me."

Jiang Zefei nodded and reached out to take Lin Yan.

Feng Jin: "I can..."

Lin Yan interrupted him: "Just let Ze Fei come."

Feng Jin's expression was stiff for a moment.

Jiang Zefei also seemed to feel the unnatural atmosphere between the two people, and hurriedly went over to carry Lin Yan on his back.

Police, fire trucks and ambulances have arrived.

Three people were sent to the hospital for physical examination.

Feng Jin was not injured. Jiang Zefei was hit by a piece of wood on fire when he came out, and his arm was burned a bit, and there was nothing serious about applying the medicine.

Lin Yan needs to stay in the hospital for observation.

A vegetative person who had been in a coma for more than a year suddenly awakened in the fire. This could be called a medical miracle. A group of doctors treated Lin Yan as a mouse experimenting with drugs. They gathered around the bed for various checks.

Lin Yan was released from the hospital three days later.

The physical examination is all good. Except for muscle atrophy, which requires a long period of rehabilitation training and poor maintenance caused by the body without a normal diet for a long time, there is no major problem.

The fire in the wooden building was because Jiang Zefei smoked and did not completely extinguish the cigarette butts.

Jiang Zefei was forced to be educated by the uncle of the police for a long time. He also paid a fine of tens of thousands of dollars and almost got on the social news.

Jiang Zefei was busy dealing with the fire these few days, and Feng Jin stayed in the hospital to take care of Lin Yan.

Lin Yan woke up.

But it doesn't seem to be talkative anymore.

Most of the time, I am quiet, playing on the phone or reading a book boredly.

Feng Jin only assumed that he had slept for too long and was out of touch with the world, so he told Lin Yan what happened during his coma.

"Brother Gu and President Jiang got married last year, and they had a wedding, which is very lively."

"Oh yes, your father passed away more than half a year ago."

"Your brother and Fu Ran broke up and left Lin's."

After hearing this, Lin Yan still didn't have any obvious emotional reactions, but when he heard that his father had died and Lin Yang had broken up, his brows were slightly frowned.

Feng Jin comforted him: "When your health is better, you can go to worship your father. In fact, Jiang Zefei and I went to help you worship."

Lin Yan nodded, and said softly "Thank you."

Regarding euthanasia, Feng Jin didn't tell Lin Yan. If he knew that he was almost given up, he would probably be sad.

Lin Yang only came to see Lin Yan on the fourth day.

"Finally I woke up."

Lin Yang smiled, and patted Lin Yan on the shoulder, "Just wake up, take care of yourself, mom will talk about you all day long."

"How is mom's health?"

"That's it. There is a lot of flu outside these days, so I won't let her come over. I will take a few photos later and take them back to see her, so that she can rest assured."

Lin Yan nodded, "When I can be discharged from the hospital, I will go home and live."

Lin Yang froze for a moment, then glanced at Feng Jin, "You and Feng Jin..."

Lin Yan shook his head; "I've been bothering him for so long. Anyway, everyone woke up. I asked the doctor. The doctor said that the condition is good. I can slowly recover my ability to take care of myself in a month or two. Then, I will go back to Lin's house. , Clean up all the dog stuff that bullied you and mom."

Lin Yang was very pleased: "It's good if you don't be so impulsive in doing things in the future. Don't fight at every turn. It makes people worry."

Lin Yan nodded.

Lin Yang got up and said to Feng Jin, "Feng Jin, thank you for taking care of my brother during this time, but can I trouble you for a while?"

"Ok?"

Lin Yang frowned, "My mother is not in good health recently, and I have something to deal with myself. There are two patients in the family. I really can't rest assured. I want to trouble you to take care of Xiaoyan for a while, just half a month."

Before Feng Jin finished speaking, Lin Yan was anxious: "Brother, I can..."

"Xiao Yan." Lin Yang turned his head and frowned: "Observe."

Lin Yan was stunned.

"Brother, why did you lose so much?"

He hadn't noticed just now, now looking at Lin Yang, he has almost caught up with him after lying in bed for more than a year.

Lin Yang sighed: "It's not that you both need me to worry about it. I can't eat well and sleep well. This is the case. You listen to me. Now I live here in Feng Jin for half a month. When my work is finished, I will pick you up again."

Lin Yang said that, Lin Yan couldn't refuse to make trouble for him anymore, so he nodded to Feng Jin, "Then I will continue to trouble you for a while."

Feng Jin was startled, then shook his head, "No."

Three days later, Lin Yan was discharged from the hospital and was pushed back home by Feng Jin in a wheelchair.

The small building burned, and Feng Jin could only return to the original apartment.

There is no need to work as long as the things in it are still there.

─Open the door and there are two pairs of slippers at the entrance.

A pair of blue and a pair of red.

Like for couples.

Lin Yan looked down for a while. He knew that Jiang Zefei lived here. When he was in a coma, he always had a lot of pictures in his mind.

Lin Yan raised his head and glanced at the living room, and sure enough there were signs of cohabitation everywhere.

On the table are two teacups, and there are pictures of Feng Jin and Jiang Zefei on the wall.

Lin Yan's eyes darkened involuntarily.

He swallowed the words that came to his lips, and finally said nothing.

Feng Jin pushed Lin Yan to his room and opened the curtains: "You used to recuperate here, so you can still live here now."

Lin Yan nodded: "Yeah."

"Just tell me if you have any needs, I promise your brother will take good care of you."

Lin Yan nodded again: "I know."

Feng Jin stared at him: "Do you have anything else you want to say?"

Lin Yan paused, then shook his head: "No more."

Feng Jin nodded and helped Lin Yan onto the bed, "Then you have a good rest. Call me something."

Lin Yan avoided his sight and gave a soft "um".

But until noon, Lin Yan did not call Feng Jin, and stayed quietly in the room without any sound.

Feng Jin opened the door and asked him: "What do you want to eat at noon?"

Lin Yan: "Anything will do."

"Then I will make a steamed fish?"

"it is good."

Feng Jin was about to turn his head, Lin Yan said, "That...Feng Jin..."

When Feng Jin turned his head, he saw hesitation and embarrassment, and his eyes changed unnaturally.

"what's happenin?"

Lin Yan put down his hands and took a deep breath, looking embarrassed: "...I want to go to the bathroom."

The author has something to say

Lin Yan: Poor and humble me. Why don't you dare to chase Xiaojin...

The pneumonia has been very serious recently. You must wear a cover and wash your hands frequently.

Don't run around.