The actor is sick, I have no medicine

At ten o'clock in the evening, all fifteen programs were performed, and the art festival came to an end.

The program of the S Choir lived up to expectations and scored the highest score in the audience, winning the crown of this year's art festival.As the award-receiving representative of the choir, at the final awards ceremony, Lu Wenfei was pushed onto the stage in a wheelchair.

Holding the trophy in her left hand and flowers in her right hand, she sat in the center of the crowd and took a group photo with the award presenters.

With a bright smile on her face, her heart has already flown to the sky.

She didn't know if her brother was here, if she saw her performance, if she finally wore a beautiful little dress today, if her brother took any nice photos for her.

The curtain fell, and other students who participated in the performance were still taking selfies on the stage, and Lu Wenfei had already slipped backstage in a wheelchair.

She dug out her cell phone from her schoolbag, looked through the historical news, and found that she hadn't received any reply from her brother since the show started.

Only an unfamiliar mobile phone number sent her a video and a dozen photos.

Smiling and shaking her hands, closing her eyes and singing affectionately...the protagonists in these photos are all her.

All of these...was taken by my brother?

Lu Wenfei was a little confused.

Then why didn't he send it with his mobile phone number?

The dressing room in the backstage was too noisy, Lu Wenfei couldn't make a phone call at all, so she could only send a text message first:

[Brother, you took the photo?Are you still in the theater? 】

After a few minutes, just when she was about to ask, the phone received a new reply:

【Your brother has already left. 】

Staring at the unfamiliar mobile phone number, Lu Wenfei couldn't help being stunned.

My brother is always keen to use sand sculpture emojis when sending messages, and he never ends with such formal punctuation marks as periods.

This person...doesn't seem to be my brother.

Lu Wenfei continued typing:

[May I ask who you are? 】

The person on the other side of the screen fell into a brief silence.

After a while, the man replied to the text message again:

[I'm your brother's friend, and I watched your performance together tonight. 】

As expected, my brother did not break his promise, he really brought his friends along!

Lu Wenfei was suddenly happy.

Lowering her head and typing quickly, she was about to ask her brother if he was staying with this person, when the other party sent another sentence:

【You sing very well. 】

With the approval of her brother and friend, Lu Wenfei snorted and suddenly felt warm in her heart.

My brother's friend seems to be a gentle person too.

She was about to say "thank you" again, when the owner of the unknown number sent another text message to add:

[Your brother has something to do tonight, so he's going back to the hospital first. 】

After receiving this news, Lu Wenfei turned the wheelchair around, found a quieter corner, and called her brother, but no one answered.

Then, she called her brother's friend's mobile phone number, which was also busy.

Lu Wenfei: ...

Leave as soon as you say, and don't say a word to her, who is a younger sister!

--

Go back to two hours ago.

He felt that the nerves of the people around him were tense to the extreme, and they were about to reach the verge of collapse.As soon as her sister's show ended, Lu Danggui decisively left her seat, took Xing Xuan by the arm, and led her out of the hot and crowded theater hall.

The night wind was warm and gently blowing against the pedestrian's cheeks.There are all kinds of night market food shops lined up on both sides of the street, the air is filled with the aroma of grilled skewers, and the smell of meat in front of the barbecue stalls is overflowing.People sat in a circle in twos and threes, chatting and laughing over the beer on the table.

Standing at the entrance of the lively pedestrian street, looking at the crowd in front of him, Xing Xuan's eyes were blank.

For him, the noisy and bustling fireworks in the world are just loud and harsh noises.

Lu Danggui didn't bother Xing Xuan's emptiness.He knew that Xing Xuan was still in a recovery state after the divergence of his consciousness function, and the excitement was someone else's, and this person couldn't feel anything.

While closely watching Xing Xuan's every move, he raised his hand to stop a taxi on the side of the road.

In any case, this person must be sent back to the Xing family first.If Xing Xuan fell ill outside tonight and was recognized by passers-by, I'm afraid he would also make his debut on Hot Search together.

"Doctor Lu," waiting in line behind a young couple, he heard Xing Xuan ask himself, "What is that?"

Lu Danggui turned his head and saw that Xing Xuan was staring intently at the direction of the night market stall, his eyes gradually became more popular.

Following Xing Xuan's line of sight to the depths of the pedestrian street, he saw two elementary school students in school uniforms squatting in front of a cotton candy machine, tearing off the cotton thread from the stick with their hands, and stuffing it into their mouths.

"...This is cotton candy on the side of the road, haven't you eaten it?"

As soon as he asked this, Lu Danggui felt a little regretful in his heart.

This person in front of him is the crown prince of the Xing family. He was probably raised in a deep house every day since he was a child. It is normal that he has never seen such a gadget on a street stall.

The master put the bare stick on the nozzle of the machine, swayed his wrist flexibly in the air, and the pure white maltose was entwined in circles. In less than half a minute, a big white and flawless cotton candy was ready.

The buzzing cotton candy machine attracted all of Xing Xuan's attention.He stood motionless on the spot, his eyes were very focused, and he didn't look away for a long time.

……

Lu Danggui finally discovered that under the influence of different seizure states, Xing Xuan's external personality is completely different.

The alexithymia makes this person always look indifferent to the outside world, which is his most typical appearance.In addition to this, there are two other distinct symptom manifestations that are affecting his personality stereotypes.

If Xing Xuan was a ruthless and bloodthirsty cold-blooded animal during the onset of paranoia, then he was more like an older child who was at a loss when he was disturbed by social fear.

Seeing the longing in Xing Xuan's eyes, Lu Danggui sighed silently: "... just wait for me."

After roughly estimating the distance from the intersection to the stall, he took Xing Xuan to stand under a remote streetlight, told him not to walk around, and then walked towards the cotton candy stand.

He couldn't take Xing Xuan with him, there were too many people in the pedestrian street, and any carelessness would irritate Xing Xuan.

--

Waiting to start queuing in front of the booth, Lu Danggui turned his head and took a few glances at Xing Xuan standing under the streetlight to make sure that he was okay standing there alone.

Seeing the gaze from a distance, Xing Xuan slightly raised the corners of his lips and lifted his peaked cap, as if to tell Lu Danggui that he was fine.

The little doctor walked to the cotton candy machine, took out two pieces of change from his wallet, and talked to the stall owner with a smile.

The little doctor picked up the menu and began to carefully choose the style of cotton candy.

The little doctor turned his back to him, while waiting for the cotton candy to come out of the oven, he smiled and looked at the children running around on the side of the road.

The black car stopped in front of the street lights, and a man wearing sunglasses pressed the window: "Master."

The brim of the peaked cap cast a shadow, and Xing Xuan's face was expressionless.

He didn't say much, just opened the car door and got into the car directly.

There were three people sitting in the rear compartment, two black bodyguards in suits and a middle-aged man with a pale complexion.The middle-aged man was pinned by the bodyguards in black with both arms held by one side, and he looked like he was on the verge of falling.

Seeing the person coming, the middle-aged man opened his mouth with a trembling voice: "Elder, young master——"

It never occurred to him that the group of bodyguards sent by Miss Lin to pick him up were all the young master's eyeliners raised by the Lin family.

It is really conspicuous for a vehicle to park at the intersection of pedestrian street where people come and go.

But without the order of the young master, no one dared to act rashly.

The bodyguards found that the young master had been looking at the target not far away through the closed car window.

One minute passed, and two strong men with inconspicuous looks and clothes walked through the crowd and gradually approached the target.

The target is holding a large white marshmallow with chocolate balls adorning two eyes.

Everyone's eyes narrowed slightly.

Sure enough, everything was as expected by the young master, and the two people who were close to the target were the henchmen sent by Xing Dong.

One of them patted the target on the shoulder, and just as the target turned his head, someone behind him inserted a tiny needle into the back of his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the target closed his eyes, fell back limply, and was caught by two men in time.

The night market was overcrowded and noisy everywhere, but no one noticed anything unusual in front of the cotton candy stand.The two men put their arms around the target and quickly led him away from the crowd and towards the van across the road.

Seeing the target person being carried into the car, the eldest young master withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "Let's go."

Glancing at the private doctor of the Xing family who was held hostage by the bodyguards, Xing Xuan leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed: "Xing Jingshan and your master are here tonight."

The implication is that this person should know what to say and what not to say.

Sweat dripped from Dr. Song's forehead, and he nodded hastily: "Yes, yes, yes, if anyone asks, I will say that I haven't seen you tonight!"

Hearing what the young master said just now, his back was soaked in cold sweat.

From this point of view, the young master has already found out that he is the secret agent behind the Lin family's arrangement to enter the Xing family.

"Young master, we will be here soon."

The bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat turned around to remind him.

Xing Xuan slowly opened his eyes in front of his seat.

In the next second, he spread his five fingers and pointed towards Dr. Song's neck.

Dr. Song thought that the young master was trying to strangle him to death, and he showed a look of extreme fear on his face.Unexpectedly, the young master just reached forward and took out two syringes from his jacket pocket.

"Give that person a lower dose." The eldest young master picked up one of the syringes, and pressed the cold needle against the blood vessels in his neck, "It's fine if you can hide it from Xing Jingshan."

Looking down at the young master's hand clasped around his neck, Dr. Song couldn't help swallowing: "Then young master, you..."

The instructions he got from Mr. Xing and Ms. Lin were to inject the young and old with the same drug after seeing the target and the young and old tonight.

"Take care of the medicine, I don't need it."

Xing Xuan withdrew his hand.

He didn't tell the group that he didn't need any medical assistance.

He had felt it the moment the doctor touched his hand in the dark room since he was a child.

Looking at the looming hotel building in the night outside the window, he turned around slowly, showing the back of his pale neck to Dr. Song: "Do it."

He actually lied to the little doctor.

When he was young, he loved to eat marshmallows, and once had a toothache and was sent to the hospital to have his teeth pulled out.

This thing looks soft and sweet, but it is actually made of inferior industrial saccharin. Except for the momentary taste stimulation between the lips and teeth, there is no lingering taste.

However, until the moment before he lost consciousness, the little doctor was still holding the white cotton ball in his lowered hand.

He was a man who would do whatever it takes to achieve his ultimate goal.

But because the little doctor believes that there are fairy tales in this world, he decided to accompany him to act out the fairy tales to the end.

The author has something to say: Xingcheng: Some readers think I am innocent?

感谢在2021-05-1623:30:38~2021-05-1802:00:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: I want to eat a bottle of you;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!