The self-cultivation of the best actor in the rebirth work [Entertainment]

Zhuang Jingcheng didn't want to restrict Qiu Xun's actions, he didn't want Qiu Xun to hurt himself due to his aggressive actions.Although it was just a tiny needle, it stuck in Qiu Xun's hand.

His little workman was most afraid of pain, Zhuang Jingcheng couldn't bear him to cry.

He hugged Qiu Xun, who was struggling desperately, until the nurse called by Du Fu pulled out his needle, Zhuang Jingcheng didn't delay for a quarter of an hour, hugged the struggling man in his arms, and led him out of the ward.

"Bring the box here." Cloaking Qiu Xun with his coat, Zhuang Jingcheng instructed Du Fu behind him.

The car was waiting in the underground parking lot of the hospital building. Seeing that Zhuang Jingcheng did not stop himself, Qiu Xun gradually stopped struggling.

After struggling all the way, the kitten finally stopped barking its teeth and claws. Zhuang Jingcheng lowered his head to look at him, only sighed, sent Qiu Xun into the passenger seat without saying anything, and fastened his seat belt for him.

Zhuang Jingcheng didn't ask the driver to come, he let the car sit in his position, and sitting in the back seat was Du Fu with the box.

In fact, Qiu Xun didn't know where he was going. If he wanted to see the person who sent the courier, he had to follow the delivery address on the courier box to find it.

After Du Fu reported the address, Zhuang Jingcheng also started the vehicle and started on the road.

Not wanting to make his presence too redundant, Du Fu raised the baffle, and the entire carriage was divided into two, completely blocking the cockpit in front.

Without the sight of the rear, Qiu Xun felt a little more at ease.It's just that this didn't have any effect, and the awkward atmosphere between them still hasn't been alleviated.

Zhuang Jingcheng, who was holding the steering wheel, stared ahead with a cold expression. Ever since he got in the car, he hadn't spoken to Qiu Xun again, and he hadn't even looked at him.

When he was sitting in the passenger seat like this and Zhuang Jingcheng took him to a certain place, the other party had never been so indifferent like now.Such an attitude made Qiu Xun understand that he really made the other party very angry.

Just thinking of the inhibitor and the note in the box made Qiu Xun's heart anxious.He should give some explanations to Zhuang Jingcheng now, but he couldn't find the right words to take the initiative to break the almost frozen atmosphere in the cockpit.

"I'm sorry..." Qiu Xun, who used to be eloquent in the past, seemed to know nothing but these three words.

Zhuang Jingcheng drove the car and didn't respond to him, which made Qiu Xun even more sad, although he knew very well that what the other party wanted to hear now was not an apology at all.

Zhuang Jingcheng guessed what he was thinking in the hospital before, Qiu Xun thought, he must be very disappointed in him now...

But he didn't dare to tell Zhuang Jingcheng the reason. He didn't dare to tell Zhuang Jingcheng that his best friend lost his life because of his selfishness. The heavy sense of guilt overwhelmed Qiu Xun, especially on the day of the funeral. He didn't even dare to look at Qin Junhao's face.

Qiu Xun felt that his life at this time was as if he had used the lives of those two people as a bargaining chip, and he, a person who should have died a long time ago...

That invisible pressure almost drove Qiu Xun crazy, and Zhuang Jingcheng guessed what he was thinking about recently, because Qiu Xun really didn't know what to do next.

Despair, helplessness, and a heavy sense of guilt filled Qiu Xun's entire body.

How can I make up for my mistakes?Is he still eligible to continue to live?

Who can tell him?

Is there anyone who can help him?

Qiu Xun didn't want to disturb Zhuang Jingcheng who was driving, and the other party obviously didn't want to talk to him very much.But Qiu Xun had no choice, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to the warmest object around him, and carefully stroked Zhuang Jingcheng's hand holding the steering wheel.

The warm touch came from the fingertips, probably because the needle holes on the back of the hand during the infusion were painful at this time, Qiu Xun lowered his head.

There was no sound in the carriage, except for a few crystal drops hitting the seat leather from time to time.

The icy aura around Zhuang Jingcheng's body finally dissipated, and he still couldn't bear to shed a single tear from his little workman.

After arriving at the destination, Zhuang Jingcheng parked the car on the side of the road. After a long sigh, Qiu Xun's chin was lifted slightly, and his hands gently wiped away the tears on his face.

"Don't think I'll forgive you every time."

Zhuang Jingcheng squinted his eyes and his voice was low. He hoped that Qiu Xun could take this warning to heart. That matter was an absolute death line, and Zhuang Jingcheng would never allow Qiu Xun to think about it in that direction.

Du Fu got out of the car first, and opened the way ahead according to the address on the box. Zhuang Jingcheng hugged Qiu Xun and followed behind. I want to come here to the address written on the box, but I don't know why.

Qiu Xun, who was held in Zhuang Jingcheng's arms, had become docile. He put his arms around Zhuang Jingcheng's neck, rested his head on the man's shoulder, and opened his mouth.

"Do you still remember the words on the note..." Qiu Xun's voice was soft, but he was right next to Zhuang Jingcheng's ear, so it wasn't that hard to hear.

"Yeah." Of course Zhuang Jingcheng remembered, but also had some doubts.

The note said that Qiu Xun should take good care of his leg injury. From this point of view, the sender should be someone who knows Qiu Xun well. If the bruise he accidentally knocked out when he fainted could be considered a leg injury.

Along with the note, there was also an inhibitor, which had not been unpacked. Although it was cheap, it was also a qualified inhibitor that had been specially inspected and marked with the medical device name. It was not a suspicious item.

It can't be ruled out that it's a sympathy gift from a fan, but the fan gift is piled up in the company, and not many people know their home address, who exactly sent this thing?

Qiu Xun organized his words. In fact, his mind is a little confused now, he has thoughts in his heart, but he dare not guess randomly.

Zhuang Jingcheng managed to withdraw his anger and was willing to talk to him, but Qiu Xun didn't dare to hide it, and stumbling out his unrealistic conjecture.

"I... I used to have such an inhibitor, before I met you." Qiu Xun squeezed his dry lips hard, trying to recall: "That was when I was just reborn. At that time, at that time, I estimated that I would enter the fever period in three months, so I... had someone prepare an inhibitor for me in advance..."

Zhuang Jingcheng paused, and he understood what Qiu Xun wanted to express, so he stopped and lowered his head, looking at Qiu Xun in his arms, but there was no trace of doubt in his eyes, and he asked Qiu Xun cautiously: "What is this?" Does anyone else know about it?"

Qiu Xun shook his head: "I don't know."

"The inhibitor may be entrusted to someone else to buy it, but no third person should know that sentence..."

Zhuang Jingcheng didn't ask any more questions, he quickened his pace, looking for the address written on the box.

At that time, there was probably only one person who was willing to ask Qiu Xun to ask him to buy inhibitors...

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Following the direction of the mailing address, Qiu Xun and his party came to the old city. Unlike the city center, this place is sparsely populated, and the building style is quite old. The roads are narrow and small cars cannot drive in. Only a few small tricycles occasionally come from a few People drive past.

The mailing address comes from a certain residential building here. It is evening now, and the sun is gradually setting. Every house is lighting up their dim lights to prepare dinner. I don’t know how old this community is. There is no management, the trash cans are crooked and upside down, and there are only two or three street lamps that are still on. If there is no flashlight to illuminate the road, you have to be careful on your feet.

The night wind howled, and Zhuang Jingcheng wrapped Qiu Xun tightly with his coat. The unit numbers of the residential buildings here are all painted on the unit doors. After years of wind and rain, there is nothing left, right? For those who are familiar with this area, it is really difficult to identify the house number.

Fearing that Qiu Xun would catch a cold, Zhuang Jingcheng took him into a corridor to hide from the wind. After waiting for about four to five minutes, Du Fu came back. According to the information he asked, the sender's address was not a residential building. It's a bungalow in the back.

Whether it is a building or a bungalow, at least the target can finally be confirmed.Under the leadership of Du Fu, Zhuang Jingcheng and Qiu Xun came to the location of the bungalow, which was simpler than the residential buildings they had seen before.

An old iron door was locked tightly. Du Fu stepped forward to knock on the door. After a while, someone inside answered.

"Come on, who is it?"

It sounded like a boy's voice, but I'm afraid he wasn't too old anyway.

Hearing the question inside, Du Fu hurriedly answered, fearing that the people inside might not hear clearly, he purposely yelled a little louder. "Hello, is the person who sent the courier to No. xxxx, District xx here?"

After asking this question, there was a sudden silence in the room.Qiu Xun and Zhuang Jingcheng couldn't help looking at each other.

--what happened?not here?

Just when they wanted to ask again, the lock inside the door was turned open, and with the creaking sound, the old iron door opened.

As expected, it was a boy who opened the door.

The boy looked a little thin, and he gave people a feeling of malnutrition at a glance. The collar on his neck clearly showed the identity of the boy Oemga.

The boy let Qiu Xun and others into the house, and the cold wind lessened, and Qiu Xun's complexion improved a lot.

They sat in a room similar to a living room, with few furniture. The young man knew how to treat guests, but the only thing he could bring out to entertain guests was hot water. It's unique, and he just managed to find it out of the cupboard.

Probably seeing that the three uneven water glasses did not match the visitors, the young man gave up, put the water bottle aside, and sat in front of them.

"You guys came pretty fast," said the boy.It seemed that he had anticipated the arrival of guests.

While the young man was boiling the water, Qiu Xun hurriedly looked around, but found no one else besides the young man. Qiu Xun gripped the corner of his clothes a little nervously, and forced himself to loosen it, pretending to be calm .

"Can I meet the person who sent this thing?" With that said, Qiu Xun took out the inhibitor in the box.

The boy glanced at the injection, but didn't make a sound.He took a sip of the hot water from his own cup, apparently having a mental struggle.

"I sent the things." The boy took another sip of hot water, his fingertips holding the cup wall turned white.

Qiu Xun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he continued to ask, "Did someone entrust you to send it?"

"No." The young man replied, he looked at the suppressant, and then at Qiu Xun, his tone was firm, with a hint of maturity. "I bought the things, and I wrote the note. It just depends on whether the person believes it or not."

Qiu Xun bit his lip and looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes expectant. "The man took a crabapple flower..."

Hearing his words, the young man paused, and then chuckled: "Even if he chooses the theme song that is so bad, he can't choose this one."

"That person is going to play the second male lead that the company picked up."

The boy shook his head: "Don't make fun of this kind of thing."

Listening to the endless conversation between the two, Zhuang Jingcheng and Du Fu on the side frowned, but kept silent instead of interrupting.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but none of them knew this young man, but they felt very familiar.

Qiu Xun said a word, and the young man replied to him. After two sentences, he had already choked up his throat, but he still insisted on saying: "The man said that he can't do it..."

The young man looked at Qiu Xun completely unlike what he should have at his age, and Du Fu also found it very strange, until Qiu Xun said the third sentence, Du Fu suddenly woke up, and he suddenly looked at the person sitting opposite them. The boy, what he heard was the other party reprimanding Qiu Xun like this:

"A dedicated artist never says no!"

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