The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Ban Zhun's fingers on the crutches froze suddenly after hearing the steady and powerful voice at the door.

The reason why he was stunned was not because of Banjo's question, but because of... the new memory instantly attached to his mind.

It may be because his car accident caused too much damage to his body, causing the memory that should have been coherent to become intermittent.

The information I got before was that he would lose his car and house after doing all kinds of outrageous things, and his parents would die in anger. Then, Rongqian, who was paid off his debts, and Banjo, who killed his relatives righteously, would use him for tax evasion, murder, etc. He was sent to prison for attempted crimes, and finally sat in prison and died of depression.

But the reality that Ban Zhun realized in the new memory in his mind at this time is...

He is not a child of the Ban family.

To put it another way, Banjo didn't end up killing relatives righteously, but cleaning up the family.

It turned out that after Mrs. Banzhuo gave birth to Banzhuo, she couldn't take another ten months to bring a younger brother or sister to Banzhuo due to physical reasons, but she wanted two children to accompany her very much, so After discussing with the family, the couple went to a social welfare institution to adopt a poor abandoned baby.

Ban Zhun understood that this abandoned baby was himself.

But for many years, the Ban family and his wife have treated him as well as his eldest brother Banzhuo, so Ban Zhun has never doubted that he is not the biological child of the Ban family, and sometimes because his father is too strict with his eldest brother, he secretly doubts his elder brother's life experience.

Fortunately for Ban Zhun, he now knows the ending and has a way to avoid it.

Ban Zhun cherishes his existing warm family very much, so even the family he thought he had always thought to be happy and harmonious does not actually belong to him. I am still willing to be responsible to the end for the family I grew up with.

His parents and grandmother have always cared for him in every possible way, and he shouldn't let them suffer unwarranted disasters.

Rong Qian's eyes fell on Banzhuo who had just entered the door.

It is estimated that Banjo came directly from the company. He was still wearing a decent three-piece black suit, even the shirt inside was black. His whole body was as dark and depressing as the color of his body.

Zhen Bujia originally stood beside the bed because he stayed beside Banzhuo who made him relatively relaxed, but the moment he saw Banzhuo, he immediately straightened his back, stood at attention, and said respectfully: " Ban Boss, you are here."

Banzhuo didn't deliberately want to put pressure on anyone, but his natural arrogant and indifferent appearance already made Zhen Bujia feel trembling.

Although he earns a high salary, he often has to use his body temperature of 36.3°C to catch up with the cold errands of the banjo, which is still a bit of hardship.

"Brother Zhun."

Zhen Bujia reminded Ban Zhun in a low voice, signaling Ban Zhuo's arrival.

Ban Zhun had no time to think about his physical condition, he just felt that he should take care of the big Buddha in front of him first.

However, this almost thunderous accident made Ban Zhun feel a little overwhelmed for a while, and his blood pressure, which had always been sluggish, made his mind go blank.

He didn't hear Zhen Bujia's words at all.

Banzhuo was five years older than Ban Zhun, and as he approached his thirties, he was naturally much more mature than this younger brother who was out of tune and only knew about eating, drinking and having fun.

Seeing that Ban Zhun's face was so ugly, Ban Zhuo frowned subconsciously, stepped up to Ban Zhun's side, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to sit on the bed, and then quickly let go as if the bones in the palm of his hand hurt people:

"If you hurt your leg, take good care of it. When will you be discharged from the hospital if you are so self-willed?"

Ban Zhun was a little afraid of Ban Zhuo at first, now that he learned the truth, he couldn't help feeling even more afraid, for fear that if he made a mistake, Ban Zhuo would remember Ban Zhuo in his heart, and finally get him into prison.

The reason why Banzhuo cooperated with Rongqian was that later, Banzhun greedily extended his hand to the property of the Ban family.

In the legal sense, these things would not belong to Ban Zhun in the first place. Unless Ban Zhuo is willing to take the initiative to give a part to this nominal brother, no one should want to get anything undeserved from him.

So Ban Zhun immediately made an accurate positioning of Ban Zhuo's people.

As long as you give Banjo money, and don't let him think that he is thinking about his money, his Banjo can safely save his life.

What did Banjo say just now?

My leg is injured, when will I be discharged from the hospital...

Ban Zhun was dragged onto the bed by Ban Zhuo's force, which he forgot to pay attention to. Because he was unprepared, he staggered a few times before sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. His temples twitched twice.

But Ban Zhun didn't care about these things, he took a low breath, and then hurriedly explained to Ban Zhuo: "Brother, I have medical insurance, which can reimburse more than 60.00%... Cough, even more."

Worried that Banzhuo would not believe what he said, Ban Zhun added, "The lawyer said it."

Banjo: "???"

He glanced at Ban Zhun in surprise, then turned his head and questioned Zhen Bujia with his gaze, with doubts in his eyes.

In evil?

Zhen Bujia had never seen such a Banzhuo before, so he couldn't give Banzhuo an answer, so he could only blink his eyes guiltyly, not daring to look at Banzhuo again.

When he left the ward before, Rong Qian knew that Ban Zhun had a bad cough, but according to Ban Zhun's previous personality, Rong Qian could not rule out that he did it deliberately because he wanted to disturb others.

However, when Ban Zhun spoke this time, his voice was really hoarse.

Hearing his voice, Rong Qian rubbed his fingers on the screen of the phone subconsciously twice, and browsed the content on it inadvertently, and quickly glanced at the young man sitting by the bed with his back turned to him.

Seeing that Banzhuo and Zhen Bujia looked at each other, but did not answer his own words, Ban Zhun thought that his elder brother was going to attack the profligate him soon, so he reached for the crutch again: "Hey, I just said that I can be discharged from the hospital." Well, Zhen Bujia will not let him live or die."

Zhen Bujia: "???"

Banzhuo grabbed the wrist of his wayward brother, controlled his movements, then leaned over and pulled Banzhun's two legs, and stuffed him back into the bed.

"Nonsense, lie down well."

In fact, although Ban Zhuo was surprised when he heard Ban Zhun suddenly say those inexplicable words, but because Zhao Bo had reported Ban Zhun's situation to him in advance, Ban Zhuo was not too surprised.

Uncle Zhao said that the doctor had explained in advance that Ban Zhun's head had been hit to a considerable extent in the car accident, so it may be that during the period of recovery, the way of speaking and doing things will appear to be different from normal.

There may even be symptoms such as headache, dizziness, insomnia, and lack of concentration. Since it has not been more than three months, you should observe it first. If these symptoms have not disappeared after three months, you should Comprehensive treatment should be carried out in time, and even anti-depression and anxiety psychotherapy should be involved.

Banjo had some ideas in his heart, and felt that if his younger brother became more dull, he might be more obedient, so he didn't worry too much, after all, he was always under his banner no matter what.

Ban Zhun, who was in a complicated mood, let Ban Zhuo fiddle with him, thinking about how he should deal with himself in the future in order to save his life.

Even, at the same time, you can also do something you love by the way.

Seeing that Ban Zhun was being honest, Ban Zhuo went to the bedside table, looked down at the carrot bowl that Ban Zhun hadn't finished eating, picked it up condescendingly, and stuffed it back into Ban Zhun's arms politely.

"Eat up."

"I……"

Ban Zhun held the carrot bowl in embarrassment, tapped the bottom of the bowl lightly with the splint on his ring finger, his eyes wandered to Zhen Bujia, expecting him to say a few words for him.

In front of Banzhuo, Zhen Bujia was as frightened as a rabbit with its tail hidden, not even daring to breathe, how could he have the courage to speak for Banzhuo?

After seeing Ban Zhun's eyes asking for help, Zhen Bujia hurriedly avoided his eyes, approved Ban Zhuo's order, and said, "Boss Ban is right, Brother Zhun always has a little left, and even Uncle Zhao can't do anything about him." .”

Ban Zhun: "!!!"

It's fine if you don't help, but why did you start to make trouble.

After finally freeing up an afternoon, Banzhuo had a meal with his silly younger brother who was wrapped in gauze, and then left the hospital in a hurry due to busy business. Can't get him out of bed by himself.

Zhen Bujia complied respectfully, dutifully sat on the sofa beside the hospital bed, and stared intently at Ban Zhun's every move.

Although Ban Zhun is an actor who lives in the public eye all the year round, he can't help other people watching him from such a close distance.

In less than half an hour, he was already a little annoyed by Zhen Bujia's stare.

Ban Zhun glanced at Rong Qian who was not sleeping, and then said to Zhen Bujia in a normal voice:

"No, you don't have to stay here with me all the time, you can go back first, and bring me breakfast for Zhao Bolai tomorrow."

Another part of the reason for driving away Zhen Bujia is that Ban Zhun wants to digest the memories that broke into his mind one after another, so he doesn't want Zhen Bujia to stay here to delay his thinking.

"But Boss Ban said..."

Zhen Bujia tried to move out Banzhuo to suppress Ban Zhun's words, but was interrupted by Ban Zhun.

"Did you fall in love with a GT Silver Panamera last year?"

Ban Zhun himself had some money from his own house. Although it was private, the amount of money was still enough for an ordinary well-to-do family to squander more than ten lifetimes.

So even if he knows that he will live frugally in front of Banzhuo in the future, Banzhun still has the confidence to support Zhen Bujia, and even has the opportunity to block Zhen Bujia's mouth to report to Banzhuo.

Zhen Bujia gasped.

Is it possible that your boss is willing to donate generously?

Ban Zhun saw the greed in his eyes and nodded.

Zhen Bujia was moved.

In addition, he could see Ban Zhun's firm attitude, and found that Ban Zhun would peek at Rong Qian who was lying on the other bed from time to time, and immediately realized Ban Zhun's purpose of driving him away.

They are all broken and still thinking about tossing, this young master of the Rong family is hot enough.

While admiring Rong Qian in his heart, Zhen Bujia lowered his head and took out Ban Zhun's usual favorite food from his backpack, grumbling uneasy:

"Brother Zhun, these are your favorite foods. I have prepared some for you. Eat early, and you may be hungry later."

When he said "later", Zhen Bujia took advantage of Rong Qian's inattention, and quickly cast a wink at Ban Zhun.

Wretched with shyness.

Ban Zhun looked puzzled, closed his eyes tiredly, tucked the quilt under his body tightly, and began to think about something.

Zhen Bujia left Ban Zhun's ward step by step and turned his head three times. Before leaving, he told Rong Qian over and over again, when Ban Zhun needed to drink water, go to the bathroom, and wipe his hand cream before going to bed. , to prevent the skin on the back of the hand from becoming red and dry due to the disinfection steps before the infusion.

Rong Qian turned his head and glanced at Ban Zhun, who was lying on the bed as if asleep, and nodded to Zhen Bujia, indicating that he knew it.

The door of the ward was closed softly, and the sound of Zhen Bujia's footsteps gradually disappeared in the corridor.

Ban Zhun found that although Rong Qian was reading, he seemed absent-minded.

From the corner of my eye, I can always catch Rong Qian looking at him.

Probably because she didn't want to stay with him in the ward anymore, but because of Zhen Bujia's request, she had to stay here.

But he naturally didn't dare to let Rong Qian take care of him.

So, Ban Zhun cleared his throat, frowned and said to Rong Qian irritably:

"If you want to study, get out and study, don't disturb me by making noise here."

Just after Rong Qian went out, he could go to the bathroom and wash his face in a relaxing way.

Sure enough, Rong Qian, who was scolded for no reason, couldn't breathe, and left the ward directly with the book and mobile phone.

As soon as he walked to the place where he was sitting before, he found that the earphone had fallen on the bed, and turned back.

Pushing open the door, he found that Ban Zhun was not on the bed, and there was no sign of him in the room. Rong Qian frowned and called out:

"Mr. Ben?"

At this time, Ban Zhun was carefully lying on the sink, washing the skin on his face avoiding the wound with warm water.

His left leg was broken, and he could only use his left arm to lean on a cane, leaning slightly to approach the sink.

However, Ban Zhun suffered a broken phalanx in his right hand, and he could not get wet at this time, so he could only assume a difficult posture, twisting his body, letting his left arm, which supported his whole body weight, grasp the water-soaked washcloth , rubbing his forehead little by little.

It was found that the door of the bathroom was closed, and there was a faint sound of running water from the faucet.

With Ban Zhun's current strength, there is absolutely no way to go to the bathroom alone.

Could it be that a thief broke into the ward?

Rong Qian put down his book and walked towards the bathroom.

Hearing that the bathroom door was opened, Ban Zhun was obviously taken aback. Subconsciously worried that the door would hit him, he jumped towards the wall to avoid the people who came in, and at the same time turned his head to look at the door.

As soon as he opened the bathroom door and saw the scene inside, Rong Qian's breathing stagnated slightly uncontrollably.

Ban Zhun's standing posture was a bit distorted at this time, and the clothes on his body were shapeless like a sack.

He leaned forward on the sink, the waist exposed under the patient's gown...

White, slender, and thin.

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: Wife, I’m in good shape, right?

Young Master Rong: Hmm... my wife has a really good figure

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