The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Ban Zhun's sleep has always been very light, but because of a recent injury, he suddenly became a little drowsy, not to mention that he would not even be woken up easily.

But even so, Rong Qian subconsciously softened his footsteps, walked slowly to the left side of Ban Zhun's hospital bed, close to the sofa, and gently closed the curtains to block the gloomy afterglow coming in from the window.

When he withdrew his hand, Rong Qian suddenly realized that he had deliberately made his actions tiptoe because he was worried about waking up Ban Zhun.

Rong Qian couldn't help but slightly frowned.

Footsteps came from outside the ward door. Before the people outside opened the ward door, Rong Qian walked to the door and pushed the door open, and said softly to Uncle Zhao, "Uncle Zhao, Ban Xian... Brother Zhun is still asleep. .”

Seeing that the young couple got along so well, Uncle Zhao couldn't help but feel relieved, "Sure, let's talk outside, don't wake up the young master."

Rong Qian nodded, and gently closed the door.

The lights in the corridor were bright, and Uncle Zhao suddenly found that the plaster cast on Rong Qian's hand had been removed, and he couldn't help but feel happy for him, "Master Rong, you should also pay attention to protecting the cast after removing it, and it will take a while to stabilize it." Tomorrow, I'll ask Aunt Liu to cook you a big bone soup, so you can take care of yourself."

Rong Qian pursed his lips and nodded, slowly clenched his fist, then let go, reassuring Uncle Zhao that his arm was fine, and then said, "Thank you Uncle Zhao."

Uncle Zhao really likes this good boy in front of him, but at the same time he can't help but feel sorry for his tragic life experience.

Obviously, he is also the young master who was spoiled and raised by the Rong family, but because the Rong family and his wife did not follow the usual path, when they had no understanding of emerging industries, they blindly invested and folded all their wealth into it.

If it weren't for the young master thinking of the friendship between the two families for many years, and helping each other, it is estimated that the Rong family and his wife would have chosen to end their lives because of the shattered self-esteem.

However, although the Rong family regards dignity as everything, driven by wealth and status, after weighing, they decided to give their own son to the Ban family in the form of marriage, just to jump out of it suddenly Banzhuo helped them and asked Rongqian to marry him. Banzhun generously gave them a way out, and even lent them sufficient funds to go abroad and make a comeback.

"Master Rong, it's getting late, let's have dinner with the young master early, chat with the young master after eating, and go to bed earlier."

When he came to the hospital with the old lady, Uncle Zhao saw the sweet interaction between the two children, and on the way home, the old lady kept telling him how enthusiastic Jasper was in the alignment, and kissed him so well. How popular, so I don't think there is any problem with the current atmosphere between Ban Zhun and Rong Qian.

Rong Qian didn't want the elders to worry about them, so he nodded and agreed, "Uncle Zhao, please bring us dinner, thank you for your hard work."

He looked down at the lunch box in his hand, remembered that Ban Zhun was still sleeping soundly in the ward, and was about to say something else to break the silence, but he saw a familiar bowl.

"Uncle Zhao, why does Brother Zhun often need to eat carrots?"

In fact, Rong Qian had been curious about this matter for a long time, but every time Zhao Bo came, Ban Zhun was awake, so even for his own face, Rong Qian tried his best to suppress his curiosity.

Today, while Ban Zhun was sleeping, he finally couldn't help asking.

Uncle Zhao looked up at Rong Qian in surprise, "Master Rong doesn't know?"

Rong Qian frowned slightly, shook his head, and was about to say that he didn't know, when Uncle Zhao's cell phone rang.

Zhao Bochaorong showed an apologetic expression, then took out his mobile phone and connected the phone. The anxious voice on the other side made his expression tense instantly: "What? Wait for me, I'll go back right away!"

As he spoke, he ordered the servants at home on the phone, handed all the lunch boxes in his hand to Rong Qian, raised his finger to the phone, motioned Rong Qian to understand, then turned around and left the hospital quickly.

Rong Qian looked down at the dinner of the two of them in his hand, and the small half bowl of carrot slices in the crystal clear glass bowl. He was silent for a while, and then turned and walked into the ward.

Ban Zhun has opened his eyes.

The only light that could be seen was the halo reflected from the corridor when Sakae sneaked into the house.

He swallowed, trying to relieve his thirsty throat from sleeping too long, squinting his eyes and looking in the direction of Rong Qian.

The headlights in the room were turned on with a "snap".

Ban Zhun exhaled slowly while dazzling.

I can see it.

Glancing at the Ultraman Rubik's Cube still lying on Ban Zhun's stomach, he couldn't help turning sideways and bending the corners of his mouth.

It was a bit like some small animal he seemed to have seen somewhere long ago.

"Zhao Bolai delivered dinner."

Rong Qian put the lunch box on the table, and moved his still not so flexible left arm again.

"hold head high."

Ban Zhun responded with a hoarse voice, his blood pressure was a little low because he just woke up, and when he got up on his elbows, his head also felt dizzy for a while.

But he immediately found Rong Qian's arm from which the plaster had been removed, and asked with some surprise: "Your arm is healed? Can the plaster be removed?"

If Rong Qian's injury could heal earlier and suffer less, maybe the revenge against him in the future might not be as crazy as described in the original book, so Ban Zhun's mood was happier than knowing that he was about to be discharged from the hospital.

Rong Qian couldn't understand why a sick man who had been in a coma for most of the afternoon would ask about his arm when he just woke up and didn't even understand himself.

He didn't like the feeling that his heartbeat was out of his control.

Rong Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and said coldly, "Isn't it obvious?"

It was only then that Ban Zhun realized that he cared too much for Rong Qian just now, so he immediately changed back his avatar, with a sarcasm in his tone, "Go to read and write when your hands are ready, or do more work, our class The family never supports idlers."

Rong Qian ignored him, and just pushed the cutlery and lunch box to a place where Ban Zhun could reach out, and then walked to the edge of the sofa with his share, and ate dinner quietly.

After sleeping all afternoon, Ban Zhun must be very hungry. Before Rong Qian finished his share of sweet and sour ribs, Ban Zhun put down his chopsticks and glanced greedily in Rong Qian's direction.

Rong Qian pointed to the cabinet next to Ban Zhun's bed, "And that one, which Zhao Bote confessed to."

Seeing Ban Zhun staring at the carrot bowl he was holding in both hands with bitter hatred on his face, Rong Qian averted his gaze lightly.

carrot.

Pork liver.

It's all eye protection.

Could it be that Ban Zhun's eyes are bad?

Rong Qian's eyes once again fell on Ban Zhun's eyes.

Probably because he had just woken up, his eyes became slightly red from rubbing twice, glistening with water, and his thick eyelashes blinked lightly, as if he wanted to relieve the discomfort in the eyes .

But it really looks like a vixen who only wants to capture people's souls.

Rong Qian gradually tightened his grip on the chopsticks.

"Can you help me get a mirror?"

When he said this, Ban Zhun had no hope that Rong Qian would hear it.

After all, every time this kid stayed in the same ward with him, he would wear headphones tightly, so he couldn't hear what he said at all.

Even Ban Zhun felt that just because Rong Qian hated him, even if he heard about it, he might not be able to help him.

Unexpectedly, Rong Qian stood up directly from the sofa, went under the TV cabinet, picked up Ban Zhun's usual mirror, went to Ban Zhun's bed, and handed it to him awkwardly.

Seeing what Rong Qian was holding with his left hand, Ban Zhun couldn't help being a little startled, took the mirror and said slowly, "Take care of your own body, don't trouble me."

Rong Qian looked at the young man who obviously had a duplicity in his mind and curled his fingers slightly when he said irritating remarks, the arc of the corner of his mouth slightly raised when he turned his back.

Feeling better for no reason.

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In the next few days, Ban Zhun's physical condition was no longer a problem, and he stayed in the hospital only because of the orders of the Ban family couple who were about to return home in a hurry.

Uncle Zhao needed to stay in the old house to take care of Mrs. Zhuo, and he had to keep Ban Zhun from worrying about him, so the day before Ban Zhun was discharged from the hospital, he ordered Zhen Bujia to send Ban Zhun and them back to their residence in the city center.

Zhen Bujia helped Ban Zhun tidy up his clothes, and comforted him by the way: "Brother Peng and Brother You are on a business trip to Norway, otherwise they would come here anyway today, Boss Ban is also talking about business, otherwise..."

Little did he know that Ban Zhun was glad they didn't come.

Ban Zhun flexed his inflexible fingers stiffly, trying to fasten the buttons of his black shirt.

Although he has always been cynical, he is also very conservative, and his collar buttons are always fastened to the top one.

However, the button was very tight, and Ban Zhun had no strength in his hands, so he could only ask Zhen Bujia for help.

"No, come and help me."

Hearing that Ban Zhun asked Zhen Bujia to help him get dressed, Rong Qian glanced at the two of them quickly, and his eyes froze suddenly.

Ban Zhun's slender and delicate skin on the back of his neck was turned into a sheet of snow by the black shirt on his body. Even just looking at it, one can imagine the delicate touch...

After realizing what he was thinking, Rong Qian frowned, turned his face away and stopped looking at him.

Ban Zhun didn't live in Ban's old house. Before he married Rong Qian, he lived in an apartment very close to the company, which made it convenient for him to spend money like water in nightclubs for fun when he was not busy.

Because of his grandma's doting on him, Ban Zhun was unscrupulously out of Ban Zhuo's control, and became so intensified that he didn't return home at night. When Ban Zhuo went to Ban Zhun's house to deliver the snacks his grandmother made for him, he would usually watch them at Ban Zhun's house. To a group of strange boys.

Thinking of the two newlyweds, Zhen Bujia sent her downstairs and then left in a sensible way, leaving Ban Zhun standing at the door with a dazed expression on his face.

How to open this lock?

The car accident caused him to lose his memory of most things, including the memory of his family.

"No fingerprints?"

Rong Qian waited a little annoyed, and reminded Ban Zhun.

Ban Zhun covered his mouth and coughed twice, then shook his head and squinted at the door lock: "No."

This is a facial recognition lock.

Rong Qian stopped talking, and leaned sideways against the wall, waiting for Ban Zhun to come up with a solution.

When Rong Qian was silent, Ban Zhun couldn't help cursing in his heart that he only cared about pretending to be aggressive and insisted on displaying some high-end things, but now it's not easy to break the door.

Facing the huge full-length mirror outside the door, Ban Zhun gently pushed the gauze stuck to his cheeks to prevent dust, and said to himself: "Hiss... Could it be the gauze problem."

As he said that, before Rong Qian could look at him, he quickly tore off the gauze on his face and turned his face to the camera.

Two seconds later—

"Face not recognized?"

Ban Zhun squinted at the words displayed on the screen, and turned to look at Rong Qian with a puzzled expression.

Rong Qian glanced at him inexplicably, ignored him, and turned to look at the scenery outside the window by the stairs.

This is your home, watch what I do.

Ban Zhun adjusted the position of his crutches, regained his footing in front of the camera, licked his lips, and showed a wider smile than before.

Probably because the smile was not wide enough, so the door lock couldn't be opened.

There was still a wound on Ban Zhun's cheekbone that hadn't healed yet, and he was squeezed by this rather forceful smile at this moment, causing him to gasp subconsciously in pain.

"hiss……"

"Face Not Recognized" is still displayed on the screen.

Rong Qian curled his fingers slightly.

Do you really care about your face that much?

It's just stupid, if you can't open the door, just ask someone from the lock company to come, why bother...

"what happened……"

Ban Zhun tried too many times, and felt that even the corner of his mouth, which was not injured, was about to be torn apart and bled. In desperation, he could only take out his mobile phone and call Zhen Bujia.

Zhen Bujia's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hey, Brother Zhun, what do you want?"

"I," Ban Zhun felt ashamed, quickly glanced at Rong Qian who didn't seem to be paying attention to himself, then raised his hand to cover his mouth, and said in a low voice, "How can I open the door of my house? "

When Ban Zhun asked him this question, Zhen Bujia was very sad, "Brother Zhun, why don't I pick you up now, and we can go back to the hospital and lie down."

Ban Zhun asked back in surprise, "I just asked if you know how to open the door of my house, and why should I go back to the hospital?"

Zhen Bujia's voice was filled with grief, depression mixed with dejection:

"Brother Zhun, you taught me about the face recognition at the entrance of your house. You said that you have to smile frankly, even if you are facing a lifeless door, you have to laugh so hard that you live up to it. This life."

As soon as the words fell, except for the leg wrapped in plaster, the toes of Ban Zhun's foot that fell on the ground were almost in the blink of an eye, and a castle of Ban Zhun's dreams was about to be completed in the shoe.

He never took the initiative to recall the details of his life. He thought that he was living a luxurious life like a boss, but he didn't expect that he was really a little bit.

Ban Zhun moved his facial muscles that were stiff from laughing, and then laughed heartbreakingly towards the camera.

The door of the house opened in response, followed by a beating electronic voice, "Handsome and coquettish class actor, welcome home~"

Ban Zhun wished he could hold his own in case he was sent back to the hospital again.

But Rong Qian behind him would rather watch him die than touch him or even send him to the hospital.

Just as Ban Zhun was about to arrange a bedroom for Rong Qian, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Seeing that it was Banzhuo, Banzhun didn't dare to be careless, walked to the balcony with a single crutch and picked it up: "Brother."

"Didn't you build a new place last month? Zhen Bujia has supervised the completion of the work these few days. You can take two days off to check and accept it by yourself."

Banjo's cold voice came from the receiver, which seemed even more impersonal.

"Okay brother, thank you brother."

Ban Zhun thanked him neatly, and after Ban Zhuo took up the line, he held his crutch firmly and walked in front without looking back, leaving Rong Qian only a shadow of his back.

"Come out with me, the thing I said to give you is finished."

This is the gift he promised Rong Qian's parents that he would give Rong Qian before he woke up.

Although he has his own consciousness this time, he can't go back on what he said, so even if Ban Zhun doesn't want to be in the same room with Rong Qian, he should take him to the scene to recognize the management, so that Rong Qian's words won't be easy, When the time comes, he will be slapped in the face, and he will be blamed again, and he will be even more merciless when he finally strikes at him.

Although he knew that this place was a gift of [-] million from Ban Zhun, Rong Qian didn't want to go with Ban Zhun, but then he remembered that he was still working hard abroad in order to return to China to become the parents of the master, and finally compromised.

If he could collect all the money and return it to Ban Zhun earlier, he could have his own free life earlier.

It is not possible to stay with such a dissolute person all day in the good old days.

Rong Qian followed Ban Zhun out the door and into the parking lot.

After all, Ban Zhun injured his leg, no matter how much he hated him, Rong Qian would not let a wounded person drive, so he consciously walked to the driver's seat, ready to act as the driver.

Ban Zhun, who was too late to please him, dared to let him be his driver, hurriedly pressed the car door, and looked at Rong Qian with his eyes blocked by the sunglasses:

"I open."

Ban Zhun has been spoiled by his family since he was a child, so even after he has his own consciousness, he still speaks with the air of a dignified young master, and his habit of being unsmiling makes his voice tinged with an irrefutable coolness.

"Your leg……"

Ban Zhun put his fingers on the wide sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled indifferently: "It's okay, I don't need my left leg."

Rong Qian quickly looked away from his face.

I thought Ban Zhun would be afraid of driving after the car accident, but unexpectedly, he calmly got into the car as if nothing had happened, and even motioned him to get in the car quickly.

Rong Qian fastened his seat belt and kept looking sideways out of the window.

Ban Zhun was very satisfied with his approach. If Rong Qian really took the initiative to talk to him, he would really worry about whether Rong Qian had also awakened.

The robust Land Rover slowly stopped at the destination.

Ban Zhun took off his sunglasses, got out of the car with the help of the car door, and was about to go to the rear seat to get his crutches. Rong Qian got out of the car before him, and silently took out the crutches for Ban Zhun.

However, before Ban Zhun could stand still, a sweet voice came towards the direction of the two of them accompanied by the tangy fragrance.

"Brother Zhun~"

When Rong Qian looked over again, he saw a delicate and slender boy hanging on Ban Zhun's body.

Rong Qian's eyes darkened.

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: Where did the little duck come from? Fortunately, he jumped on me, otherwise Rong Qian would definitely kill him.

Mrs. Ban: ...He is still that frivolous and sentimental loose man after all, and he paid by mistake.

[Do you keep the promise? If you say more words, you will have more words. How can there be such a diligent little donkey like me?]

[I want to boast, I need a lot of boast, tomorrow it will still be 5000 words, hehehehe]

【Hair tonic, hissing, hungry】