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The fire burned down the lounge, and there was a loud bang, and the flames shot up into the sky, which shocked the entire crew of "Ghost in a Troubled Times", everyone's eardrums buzzed, screamed in panic, and screamed sharply The sound became one piece.

The firefighters who came did their best to cooperate with the fire.

Anyone can see the panic on the faces of the two men who rushed over. They poured a bucket of water on themselves, pushed the crew members who were trying to stop them to rush in, and finally found Shi Feng who had fallen into a coma deep in the thick smoke With He Wen.

The scene was extremely shocking, Shi Feng's back was on fire, and his two arms tightly held He Wen under him, and he couldn't pull it away no matter how hard he tried.

Fang Jun wiped away the tears from his face and eyes, ran over staggeringly, took off his clothes to extinguish the surrounding fire, and shouted hoarsely, "He Wen, wake up, wake up--"

He Wen, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, couldn't hear him. Song Ziyu knelt on the ground, grabbed Shi Feng's hot arm and pulled it aside. His voice trembled violently, and he called He Wen's name loudly.

The two yelled over and over again, trying their best to separate Shi Feng from He Wen. At that moment, there seemed to be a sound in the air, similar to the tearing sound of the layer of skin on the flesh and blood, which was strange without words. .

The truth is similar, the skin where Shi Feng and He Wen were close together was torn off, and the red-hot flesh was exposed, which was particularly frightening.

Song Ziyu and Fang Jun looked at each other, and they both saw the complexity and shock in each other's eyes.

When Fang Jun held He Wen and Song Ziyu came out holding Shi Feng, Ye Huai was the first to run over. Seeing Shi Feng who was unconscious, he gasped, quickly took off his coat and put it on him, During the period, his hands were shaking a little bit, and no one knew what kind of cruel situation was under the coat.

Seeing people gathered around, eager to help, the scene fell into chaos.

"Don't come here." Ye Huai yelled coldly, a cold light flashed in his eyes behind the glasses, there was no room for negotiation, he carefully walked towards the ambulance with Shi Feng on his back.

The surrounding reporters chattered.

"May I ask what happened to the explosion?"

"Why was Mr. He involved? Does he have some ulterior relationship with Mr. Shi?"

"Is this just a pure accident, or is it man-made?"

"Is Mr. Shi seriously injured? Will it have any impact on his future acting path?"

"Can Mr. Song reveal a little information about Mr. He's current status?"

"Go away!" Frightened eyes scanned the excited faces around, Song Ziyu's face was frosty, and his whole body exuded air-conditioning.

His hair was burnt in some places, and there was a deep wound on his neck, which should have been hit by something hot when he ran in, and that piece of skin was black.

The flashing lights kept flashing on him, and within a short time, a live broadcast reporter broadcast the embarrassing image of the former Uranus superstar wearing black and tattered clothes and exporting vicious words in front of the people of the whole country.

The two dramas "Ghost in a Troubled Times" and "Jianghu" have come to a standstill. Both He Wen and Shi Feng are existences that cannot be ignored in the entertainment industry, and the attention they have attracted has been magnified countless times with this news.

Shi Feng, who had just returned, suffered severe burns all over his body and is still being rescued. The other party, He Wen, inhaled a large amount of smoke and fell into a coma. The time of waking up is uncertain.

Half a month later

The young man wrapped in layers of gauze on the hospital bed woke up, moved his eyeballs, and immediately went to the people present, "How is he?" He didn't speak for a long time and his throat was damaged, his voice was hoarse and hard to distinguish.

Bending over to check his body with an instrument, the handsome man in a white coat did not answer, but recorded something in the notebook he carried with him.

The young man didn't get an answer, and his breath became short of breath, "Tell me, he's fine, right?"

The handsome man glanced at the abnormal EKG, he raised his eyes slightly, and smiled, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Chen Yang, your attending doctor."

Looking at the young man who lost his mind and struggled to pull out the needle and got out of bed, Chen Yang frowned, bent over and pressed his shoulders, his voice was a little harsh, but it didn't have much effect behind those smiling eyes.

"If you're asking about the man who made a lot of noise in the newspaper, then I can tell you." Chen Yang turned his head slightly to meet the young man's dark eyes, "He's still sleeping."

On February 2, the last day of February, there were a large number of reporters in this hospital. Soon, Shi Feng's recovery status was also known to those who had been paying attention all over the country.

More people are still waiting for the man who still hasn't woken up. They always believe that miracles may still appear.

A few days later, Ye Huai appeared in the hospital. He looked at Shi Feng without playing any tricks, and asked directly, "The bomber said that you asked him about the location of the gasoline barrel the night before. Shi Feng, what about this?" You owe an explanation."

"I just..." Shi Feng moved his lips and closed his eyes. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "I just want to beg him not to want me."

The ward fell into a dull and quiet state, and the air was filled with unbearable sadness at some point.

Ye Huai pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "What's so good about He Wen, it's worth your life to take such a risk." His tone paused, and he added, "There are still a few men who have followed each other during this time. Live like a walking dead."

"I don't know, I'm probably possessed." Shi Feng looked at Ye Huai and pleaded, "I want to go and see him."

"Those men should want to cut you up. If you appear in front of them now, I promise you won't come back alive." The veins on Ye Huai's forehead seemed to bulge, "Everyone on the set is waiting for you to come back. I will slowly get back the loss, and in the next few years, you will have to star in my works."

Shi Feng narrowed his eyes that were gradually turning cold, "Help me once, and I will work for you for the next few decades."

"This deal seems to be profitable, but the risk is too high, so forget it. I don't have the guts of you young people." Ye Huai snorted, turned and left after speaking.

But he completely underestimated how terrifying Shi Feng's obsession was.

An incident happened at two o'clock in the morning on March 3, which left an indelible mark on the hearts of those who witnessed it all.

The cold wind came in from the unclosed windows in the corridor, and a shadow like a ghost passed through the corridor, everything happened silently.

The door of a ward opened from the inside, and the man who came out had tired brows and a beard around his chin. He went out with a water basin, the wind blew past, and there was a soft knock from the door behind him, the man stopped and looked back , frowned, and looked away again.

The mask on his face was removed, revealing a face with some faint scars, Shi Feng lowered his voice, "He Wen, I'm here to see you." As if afraid of waking up the sleeping person on the bed.

Walking over with light steps, took off his coat and lay on He Wen's body, Shi Feng's lips gently rubbed against his cheek, "Did you feel uncomfortable at that time?"

There was no response. He Wen's hair was well arranged and his face was cleaned up as he lay down. He smelled it carefully and found the familiar lemon fragrance.

Shi Feng's breathing was a little heavy, he stretched out his hand to trace He Wen's face, and put his fingers into his hair to caress slowly.

Then he put his ear against He Wen's chest like a fool, and after capturing the faint heartbeat, he curled his lips and smiled, but it gave off an extremely eerie feeling.

"He Wen, I'm not wrong." Shi Feng buried his face in He Wen's neck, muttering in a low voice, "I'm not wrong..."

He took out a dagger from his trousers pocket, calmly scratched his wrist, blood flowed, and dripped on He Wen's face, eyes, and lips.

After a while, there was a strong smell of blood in the room. He Wen's body was covered with blood, and his whole body seemed to be irrigated by Shi Feng's blood.

"He Wen, I'm in so much pain..." Shi Feng tilted the corner of his mouth as if feeling happy, and made another deep gash on his wrist with the dagger. He pressed his hand on He Wen's palm, fingers tightly Interlocking, bright red blood flowed from the wrists of the two, blended together and dripped around.

He kissed He Wen with bloodless lips, and said with a smile, "I have read a record that blood is used to awaken the perception of the sixth domain. After you wake up, all your memories are only me, so as long as your Just a little blood." As he spoke, he took the dagger and slashed down on He Wen's wrist, licking the gushing blood with his tongue, with a satisfied smile on his face.

When Fang Jun came back, he saw that the door of the room was locked. At that moment, the cold air rushed up from the bottom of his feet. He raised his foot and kicked the door. The loud noise attracted the attention of the nurses on the night shift.

There are ragged footsteps and restrained calls in the hospital.

When the door of the ward was knocked open, Fang Jun ran in panting. At that moment, he was shocked by what he saw in front of him. The faces of other people behind him were pale, and many people began to bend over and vomit.

Fang Jun looked at the past with red eyes, angrily grabbed Shi Feng, who had become a blood man, and threw it aside forcefully.

The back of Shi Feng's head hit the wall after he lost too much blood and his breath was weak, leaving a bloodstain on the wall as he slid down.

Around four o'clock in the morning, Song Ziyu, Jian Ming, and Shen Cheng all sat around He Wen. They were all silent, and the atmosphere of suppressed grief lingered.

Fang Jun raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes, his voice was full of nasality, "I can't hold on any longer."

"What Shi Feng is doing is actually what I want to do." Jian Jian rolled up the hair on his forehead, revealing those crazy blue eyes.

As soon as these words came out, Song Ziyu's tense face changed obviously, and he wanted to do the same.

If He Wen couldn't wake up, he would choose to die together.

This kind of endless waiting is too tiring. It is not the body that suffers, but also the heart. I don’t know how many nights I have kept my eyes open until dawn.

Finally, some homes lost popularity after He Wen's accident, and everything was cold.

With his head down, Shen Cheng tilted his head, his deep eyes were faintly glowing with blood in the scattered hair, he leaned over to touch He Wen's face, there were too many things rushing out, but he was suppressed by the remaining reason .

After that night, Shi Feng's body began to heal day by day, and he quickly put into the filming of "Ghost in a Troubled Times", and his life returned to normal, but he forgot a person and a name.

Knowing the news, Shen Cheng changed his mind. He didn't intend to kill Shi Feng, but instead wished him a smooth career and a smooth life.

He wants to watch Shi Feng remember that forgotten time someday in the future, and then live his life in pain.

On May [-]th, He Wen was out of danger. The sunshine that day was warmer than ever for the four men.

"Brother, Fang Jun, Jian Ming, Song Ziyu." He called out one by one, seeing the focused and serious expressions of several men, He Wen couldn't help laughing, and his evil and insolent voice was the same as before.

"I love you."