present to the lord

The bright sunlight pierces through the windows, and the hospital wards are always inexplicably cold and damp.The orange sunlight was framed by the windows into a regular shape, shining obliquely.

Fan Haoran rested his hand behind his head, looked at the ghosts floating around in the hospital, with a smile on his face, it was very interesting to talk to those who were still dead.

Roy was sitting with his head up, his eyes slightly closed, his face was clear and expressionless, but it always made people feel sad.For such a huge change from a healthy man to a half-paralyzed man, he didn't vent hysterically, but just kept silent, and he was already very resilient to a certain extent.

Of course, if this man didn't try to commit suicide.

"You don't look like a patient, why are you living in a hospital?" Roy leaned there with closed eyes and asked softly. His eyelashes were thick and curled up, his head was slightly raised and his eyes were closed. Call it 'beauty', but it will never make people feel that it is the weakness of women, it is a kind of beauty of men.

Fan Haoran smelled the sweet orange fragrance brought in by the breeze, and was thinking about whether to go out and bring in two. Wearing a hospital gown, he could still feel the strong muscles under the thin layer of clothing, indeed Not like a patient.

"Who said that those who live in the hospital must be patients." He left the bed and approached Roy's bed, looked out through the open window, and saw a tin cart of oranges, "Hey, do you want to eat oranges?"

Roy felt helpless for a moment, he found that this strong and handsome man was too wanton and free in some aspects, sometimes he was whatever he thought of, like a child.

But Roy is somewhat envious of his way of life.

Before Roy could speak, Fan Haoran had already walked out of the ward, and when he came back, he had already held several big oranges in his hand.

And in the ward, Alex Sandra, that cute little girl, couldn't find Fan Haoran and asked him to tell the story of the magic world, but was attracted by Roy's story.

"The Indian was supposed to marry the most beautiful woman in the world, but no one had ever seen this woman. To prove it, the Indian disguised himself as a leper. When he saw her reflection in the water, he immediately fell in love with her reverse……"

When the male's gentle voice is poured into the eardrum, it seems to be the melody played by the magic flute, which makes people lost.

"He swore to kill Governor Odias with his own hands."

The ups and downs of the tone made the story immersive. Little Loli sat obediently by the hospital bed, listening carefully, and her big eyes showed tension.

"Odias, is he a bad guy?" Little Lolita asked.

"Oh yes."

Roy nodded, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the little loli, his eyes were hazy and focused like a mist, and continued to tell the stories of those pirates.

"But I don't like stories about pirates." Little Lolita said this, she felt her nose itchy and rubbed the tip of her nose with the back of her hand.

Fan Haoran peeled the orange and sat cross-legged on his hospital bed.

"You asked me to tell the story of pirates." Roy said with a smile, his eyebrows were incredibly gentle.

Fan Haoran looked at the little Lolita who made Roy speechless after a few words. He smiled as if he was watching a good show, and conveniently stuffed the oranges for them.

"Thank you." Little Lolita thanked earnestly, then turned her head to look at Roy who was leaning on the bed.

"That's right, that's not a story about pirates, it's a story about robbers." Roy changed his words immediately, not too fast.

Fan Haoran listened to him changing all the previous settings, and he thoughtfully incorporated all the gadgets in Alex Sandra's original small wooden box into the story, which aroused the excitement of the little girl every day. He came here and asked him to tell a story. The relationship between the two of them was like a rocket, and it could be said that they were like glue.

Seven or eight days passed like this, and he was impatient to lie on the hospital bed all the time, and the weather was getting hotter, so he couldn't stay in the room all the time.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" He stood up and stretched his body, his joints creaked, and his masculine breath burst forth.

Roy has become more and more uneasy recently. He touched his leg and tried his best to sense the order with his consciousness, but it was useless. He had an ominous premonition.

"I'm like this, how do I get out?" Roy closed his eyes, seeming a little timid.

Fan Haoran looked back at him, turned around and left without saying a word.

Roy looked at the empty adjacent bed, his eyes were a little wandering, he didn't know what to write, and he touched his legs unconsciously.

Yeendo, who thought he had left, came back not long after, pushing an empty wheelchair.

Looking at the wheelchair, Roy's heart trembled.

Seeing his appearance, Fan Haoran felt a little soft-hearted, but still walked over, stretched out his arms to wrap around Roy's legs, and put one arm around his back.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing!" He seemed a little panicked, and he stretched out his hand to push the person away.

How could Fan Haoran care about him so much, he curled his lips into an evil smile, exerted strength with his arms, lifted him up like a princess, and hugged him in his arms.

"Move again, and let the whole hospital see you like this." He lowered his head and smiled, his skin was as white as the British, and his smile looked like an old gentleman, but the words he said were enough to irritate, "Walking around the hospital with you in my arms, I still have the strength."

Roy opened his mouth a few times but didn't know what to say, and finally compromised: "You really look like a rascal."

"I know what answer you want." He put the handsome man on the wheelchair, squatted down to arrange the legs for him, and then pushed him out.

"Oh?" Roy put his hands on his knees, his fingers were long and slender, with delicate phalanges.

"If your guess becomes true, what are you going to do?" He looked down at the head of the man in the wheelchair, unable to see Roy's expression for a moment.

"Paralyzed..." Roy said softly as if he had lost his soul. He stared at the front with confused eyes, turning a blind eye to the doctors and nurses coming and going.

What can he do?

With no possessions and physical disabilities, no craftsmanship, no talent...

He seems to be a loser.

Roy was very dazed and desperate for a while, watching the cement flat road outside the hospital turned white and glaring under the sunlight, he squinted unconsciously, rubbing his palms lightly on his knees, his face was gray.

He was a loser when he was healthy, even his lover... Now that he has become like this, what qualifications do he have...

Looking at his increasingly pale face, Fan Haoran sighed in his heart.

"What kind of expression is that on your face? If you continue like this, you will really lose." Fan Haoran also looked at the green vegetation surrounding the hospital not far away, pushed him to the shade under the tree, and looked at it. Often doctors or patients walking, or other staff.

"Do you like to tell stories?" Fan Haoran suddenly asked.

It seemed that he was also confused by such an abrupt question, but this man who was all beautiful also had a slight hesitation at that moment: "It's just some delusion when I was young."

"So, have you ever thought about being a copywriter and writing a script?" He squatted beside the wheel and peeled off the orange he brought out by hand, and divided it in half. The orange skin was wrapped in a ripe color. It's not so pampered, and you can still see the tiredness of the past, with some scars, and it looks rough.

Roy stared at his hand, and took the half of the orange, but his fingers were exceptionally good-looking. His skin color was the unique white with little pigment in the British. Every finger bone was perfect and fine, which was completely different from his identity. extravagance.

"Writing a script? Why suddenly..." He lowered his head and peeled off the orange peel, took a piece, and carefully tore off the white meridians on the top from the orange petal.He seemed very serious, but his mind was already drifting away.

"I still remember the story you told Xiaodouding, it's very good." Twice put most of the oranges into his mouth, chew and swallow, the juice is very sweet.He paused aside, one arm unceremoniously pressed against the side of the wheelchair, and the two of them were quite close.

Then he said nonchalantly: "Recently Arthur Film and Television Company seems to be recruiting writers."

Roy is a clear-minded person, he immediately turned his head to look over, there were tiny light spots under the tree, and the man surrounded by the darkness and light spots was like an elf, but he was still amazingly beautiful in a wheelchair.

Seeing his questioning and surprised expression, Fan Haoran chuckled and looked at him quietly.

"I, I have never been a copywriter." He felt his throat dry and tight, "and... Arthur Film and Television..." How could he be able to enter such a company?

"Who in this world is born proficient in everything? As long as there is time, such things as qualifications will not become a problem that hinders the road." He expressed his concern and nodded, "The important thing is that you are very talented .”

Fan Haoran looked down at him, and said nothing more: "You should think about it carefully."

Then stood up and pushed him back.

"Yendo!" Little Lori saw the two of them from a long distance, her broken left hand was still holding her precious wooden box, her little face was blushing, "Where did you go?"

"Little girl, run slowly, be careful of your other arm, don't break it too." He bent down and picked Roy from the wheelchair, looked at Roy's slightly embarrassed expression with pleasure, and then blinked playfully, "We're on a date, little Douding, what did you do today?"

"I went to the church over there." Little Lolita followed behind Fan Haoran like a little tail, as if she was very happy, her eyes sparkling.

Roy's eyes widened immediately when he heard 'dating'. His eyes were beautifully shaped, deep and calm, but now he was as innocent as a frightened lamb.

Fan Haoran smiled at Little Lolita with his back turned, his eyebrows were raised, he was handsome and dazzling.

Roy withdrew his gaze as if his pupils had been stung, covering up all the surprise and the strangeness without revealing anything.

"Are you listening to that 'epic' story again?" He sat on his hospital bed with a smile, his legs hanging outside, leaning on him, resting his forehead with one hand, looking at little Lori with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

Alex Sandra smiled very cutely with her small face up. The front teeth hadn't grown yet, and the two little tiger teeth were pointed, and they took a small bite of the white round sanctuary.

Roy looked at her with a smile: "What is that?"

"Food." Little Lolita smiled sweetly, then gave the rest to Roy who was half lying on the bed, and took out another piece and handed it to Fan Haoran who was beside him.

"Wow, the flesh of Jesus." Fan Haoran stuck out his tongue and rolled the sacrament into his mouth.

"What?" The little girl was dumbfounded, but she still smiled to reveal her gums that hadn't erupted in front teeth yet.

Fan Haoran looked at her with a smile and rubbed her little head.

"I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, Xiaodouding." Fan Haoran scraped her little face with his index finger.

"Are you leaving?" Little Lolita was a little sad.

Roy lay on the bed and didn't speak. In this hospital, except for the strange man Yeendo and the little girl Alex Sandra, he had no one to talk to, but Alex Sandra was a little girl after all. , she is innocent and lovely, but she is not a suitable person to talk to...

"Yes, but I will still come to see you and Roy."

The next day, Fan Haoran, who had changed his clothes, took out a newly made business card and put it on the cabinet next to Roy.

"Think about it and contact me about that matter."

Roy said softly, "Okay."

He took the business card and saw the name on it.

Yeendo Carpenter.

Look down again.

"It turned out to be Arthur Film and Television Company..."