Rebirth of the Double-faced Superstar

The two men inside and outside the door glanced at each other, Lin Fan's hands shook, and the bouquet he was holding on his chest slowly slid down to his legs.

The bodyguard inside the door quickly stretched his index finger to his lips, and made a silent gesture to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's eyes paused on his face for a few seconds, revealing a complex emotion that was difficult for outsiders to fathom.

In the end, he nodded slightly to the other party, and held the bouquet that had fallen to his legs to his chest again.

Brother Li, the bodyguard in the room, also walked over quickly, and took the bouquet from Lin Fan on his own initiative.

"Officer Lin, you are here. Let us help you get the flowers. Go and see Mr. Ye."

Brother Li raised his chin at the bodyguard standing at the door. The other party understood what he meant, and the two walked out the door with a bouquet of flowers.

"Brother, didn't you say that at least one of us should be by Mr. Ye's side at all times, then..."

Brother Li smiled at him, and lowered his voice as if he had come here, "Brother, there is no such absolute thing in this world. That police officer Lin is a high-level police officer, and he is very interesting to Mr. Ye. I think he sometimes I like to talk to Mr. Ye a few words to himself, but he will be embarrassed to say it when we are next to him."

The younger bodyguard nodded, "Exactly, I have a cigarette."

Brother Li went to the nurse to put the flowers in a vase. The bodyguard who was smoking looked down at the phone, and there was a message from a familiar WeChat account.

The corner of his mouth moved, and he pressed the message.

"Boss, what the hell are you doing? Didn't you mean to rest in your hometown for a while? Why did you come here to become a bodyguard? Don't tell me such a big thing, can you do it!"

The wechat was sent by Lin Fan in the room. Fu Xindong put a cigarette in his mouth and sent a few short words.

Lin Fan looked down at the sent message, put away his phone, and cast his eyes on the man on the bed.

Maybe it's because he just had his hair cut, or maybe the light in the room is very soft at this time, the gray and despondent color on Ye Guizhou's face seems to have faded a lot, and the two lips that are always pale and dry turned out to be There is also a little bit of blood.

Although he was still lying there motionless, for some reason, Lin Fan felt that his first instinct when he saw him today was obviously different from before.

Before, he was a vegetable with no sensory perception. Apart from the existence of the physical body, it seemed that it was difficult to feel the vitality in his body.

But today, I don't know if it was because he was stunned when he saw Fu Xindong. In his somewhat confused thoughts, Lin Fan actually felt that Ye Guizhou in front of him seemed to be no longer a soulless body, but like a soulless body. A man truly in deep sleep.

The nurse knocked on the door and came in, placing the vase on Ye Guizhou's bedside.

The bodyguards Li Ge and Fu Xindong also returned to their posts, each sitting quietly in the corner. For a while, the room was very quiet, only the flowers in the bedside vase exuded a faint fragrance.

Lin Fan looked at his watch, raised his body and nodded to several people, signaling that he was leaving.

The already familiar nurses and Li Ge greeted him, and Fu Xindong nodded accordingly.

When Lin Fan opened the door and left, he turned his head to look at Ye Guizhou who was on the bed, and his gaze flicked across Fu Xindong's face, which was full of gazes that only the two of them could understand.

Of course Fu Xindong knew the meaning of Lin Fan's gaze.

He wanted to hear his own explanation about why he appeared here and why he served as Ye Guizhou's personal bodyguard.

Fu Xindong lowered his head and looked at a burnt scar on his palm.

explain?Seems like he wants one too.

The two nurses cooperated to wipe Ye Guizhou's body. Brother Li signaled to Fu Xindong that he was going out to smoke a cigarette, and walked out the door.

Fu Xindong stood up, stretched his waist, and walked slowly to the hospital bed.

He has not been here for a long time, there are many people who take care of Ye Guizhou here, and the bodyguard job he is in charge of does not need to be close to him, so it is only now that he can really look at the man in front of him seriously.

The nurse was wiping his upper body with warm water with ease.

His head and body leaned softly on the body of the nurse behind him, like a sleeping child, or like a rootless dodder flower.

Fu Xindong once saw Ye Guizhou's body during surveillance. At that time, he was of medium build and slightly thinner, which was strikingly similar to Luo Xi's body.

But now, he can only rely on the input of nutrient solution to maintain his body's needs, and his whole body has become significantly thinner. His originally thin and strong waist looks more slender and weak.

Fu Xindong found that his eyes fell on the side of the boy's waist involuntarily.

Then, he seemed to sigh helplessly.

Ye Guizhou's waist is as clean as jade, so how could there be that series of shocking but pitiful red marks.

The two nurses put Ye Guizhou on his pajamas and began to scrub his lower body.

Fu Xindong felt a little embarrassed standing here who couldn't help him, so he turned around slowly.

The sunlight outside the window shone into the room, and the dust floating in the air jumped happily in the beam of light.

Fu Xindong suddenly found a strange feeling in his heart, maybe it was his fantasy, or some other idea, he seemed to feel that a pair of gentle eyes were falling on his back.

The nurse behind him was still busy with his hands and feet. Fu Xindong didn't look back. He knew that it should be the warm sunshine outside the window.

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After handing in the evening shift, Fu Xindong drove out of the private nursing home and went straight to a small shop in the alley behind the Jingbei City Bureau.

Lin Fan has been waiting for him here for a long time.

Seeing him come in, Lin Fan signaled that the restaurant is ready to serve food.

"Boss, the dishes are still the same, and the wine is hot. I left the car here today. My brother and I haven't seen each other for more than two years. Let's have a little more time today."

Lin Fan was wearing casual clothes, and Fu Xindong had also changed out of the bodyguard's black uniform, casually wearing a casual sweater.

Hearing Lin Fan's words, he nodded, pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to the other party, "You want to get me drunk, right?"

Lin Fan gave a "tsk" to express his disdain, raised his hand to light the fire for the two of them, and then looked the man across from him up and down.

"I've lost a lot of weight, Boss, and your complexion is okay. But what you said just now is boring, what are you talking about, you should take the initiative to confess and surrender, right?"

When the food was served, the two drank a few small cups and then lit a cigarette again.

Fu Xindong flicked the cigarette ash, looked at Lin Fan playing with the wine glass, and smiled thoughtfully.

"Well, if I don't say it again, Captain Lin will become a literary youth who loves drinking and singing."

In the smog, his eyes suddenly became a little blurred, as if he had penetrated the scene in front of him and arrived at an unknown place. "Dalin, I miss him...that's why you saw me there."

The cigarette in Lin Fan's hand trembled.

"Did you know, Dalin, for three years, I haven't missed him a day or a night, thinking about him when I wake up, thinking about him when I fall asleep, thinking about him until I can't fall asleep, and thinking about him again when I can't sleep... I can't forget him."

Fu Xindong's voice was very low, but Lin Fan could hear it very clearly, and every word entered his ears intact.

"You want... to find his shadow?"

"right."

Fu Xindong lowered his head, picked up two peanuts with chopsticks and put them on the plate.

"Dalin, actually I understand. There is only one him in this world, and he is no longer here. Even if there are people who are similar to him, they have nothing to do with him. Just like these two peanuts, maybe there is no such thing as cold eyes. What a difference, but people who eat can't lie to themselves."

Lin Fan silently filled the wine glasses of the two of them again.

The two looked at each other and clinked glasses.

"However, even though I know that I am deceiving myself and others and paralyzing myself by doing this, I can't stop myself. Dalin, I know that Luo Xi is gone, and I know that Ye Guizhou is not him, but I still come Yes. You know, I don’t ask for anything else, as long as I can see his face every day, I will feel that Luoxi has not left, he is still in this world, maybe like Ye Guizhou, just sleeping all the time ..."

He suddenly put down his wine glass and lay down on the table.

Lin Fan didn't know what to say for a while, so he just patted his arm lightly.

He knew the man in front of him.

From the day he resigned from the police force, he has re-acquainted with his senior, the man who used to be tough and tough in his heart, but taciturn and indifferent in front of others. Heart.

People really can't be easily emotional.

But if you have never been really emotional in this life, people, will you live with interest?

Lin Fan looked at the man lying on the table, at his slightly thinner shoulders, and drank another glass of wine silently.

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The sanatorium in the night is as quiet as a far-fetched dream.

Two bodyguards were patrolling around the building, and the nurse who had changed shifts had returned to the room after finishing the nutrient solution for Ye Guizhou.

In the huge bedroom, Ye Guizhou was the only one sleeping on the big bed.

The thick curtains have not been drawn, and there is only a thin layer of sheer curtains on the windows.The moonlight shone on his face through the gauze curtain, like a white jade cage covered with light smoke.

His eyelashes were long and drooping quietly, like the frozen wings of a pair of black phoenix butterflies.

It was the night of early autumn, clear and quiet, without even a breath of wind, only the low chirping of autumn cicadas in the grass in the distance.

On that white jade-like smooth face, it seemed as if a gust of wind had blown by suddenly, and the eyelashes that had never been fluttered in the past three years were slowly curled up, like a butterfly that had been solidified into a specimen, but was about to turn again. Spread its wings and fly again!