The wind lives in this life policy

Before the filming started, Zhong Zhengning asked Feng Ce who was lying on the bed one last time, "Are you ready?"

Feng Ce was lying on the bed in a hospital gown, his face was pale, and his eyes were covered with gauze. Unlike the usual impression of silence and alienation, he was soft and kind.

Feng Ce nodded, indicating that he was ready.

Zhong Zhengning then finalized the script with Han Qizhi, who played Han Yun's father, and Yan Hongping, a veteran actor who is over fifty years old.

This time "Falling Leaves Returning to the Roots" has spent a lot of money to invite several Taishan in the entertainment industry, not only the national first-class actors Yan Hongping, Wang Jianning, Zhang Yun and other veteran actors, even the movie stars ten years ago were invited to guest appearances, which shows that the investors And director Wen Yan's emphasis on this drama.

Yan Hongping's level has reached the point where even a great director like Zhong Zhengning has to call him a teacher. His lines are so good that there is nothing to say. The only thing that needs to be confirmed is the emotional expression and the approximate position of the action. Zhong Zhengning doesn't need to worry about the rest.

In the last 5 minutes, Zhong Zhengning connected to Wenyan, who was far away in Yunnan, and pointed the camera of the laptop at the entire ward.

"teacher."

A teacher for a day, a teacher for life, Zhong Zhengning has called Wen Yan like this for decades.

In the video, Wen Yan's old face was covered with wrinkles under the camera's capture. He coughed several times, and only asked, "Be careful of getting injured by Feng Ce."

"We'll pay attention."

Zhong Zhengning learned about Feng Ce's audition experience through Wen Yan's previous description, and knew that once the blind scene started filming, it was very likely to cause Feng Ce's injury, so he informed the crew in advance to remove irrelevant props, leaving only some necessary props.

Wen Yan stopped talking, and leaned back on the recliner, "Call me again when the show starts." His spirit was getting worse and worse, and he needed constant rest to concentrate what little attention he had left. Zhong Zhengning saw that Wen Yan's body was already so weak, I couldn't help but wonder worriedly, I don't know how long the teacher can last, whether he can last until they return to City C.

Five minutes later, two cameras aimed at Yan Hongping standing beside the hospital bed and Feng Ce lying on the hospital bed.

Zhong Zhengning made a gesture, and the audience silenced. The sound recorder took the microphone and tried the microphone. After confirming that there was no problem, Zhong Zhengning waved, "3, 2, 1, start!"

Han Qizhi stood calmly in the ward, watching his son unconscious, his lips were tightly drawn like a knife.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, Han Qizhi was startled suddenly, realizing that it might be a doctor, he hurriedly lowered his head and touched his face, trying to make himself look calm.

"Is it Han Yun's family?" The doctor opened the door and asked politely when he saw Han Qizhi.

Han Qizhi nodded, "I'm his father." After a pause, he continued to ask, "Has the result come out?"

"Yes." The doctor handed him the report, "It was an unfortunate collision, on the forehead, and injured the optic canal."

"Optic nerve..." Han Qizhi murmured and repeated, after a moment of silence, he asked with only a glimmer of hope, "Can it be cured?"

The doctor pondered for a while, and gave an ambiguous answer, "There are precedents of restoring partial vision through surgery, but the chances are relatively small, most of them are..."

The latter words were too cruel, which undoubtedly deprived the patient of the possibility of last hope. He has practiced medicine for many years and knew what to say and what not to say. He sighed regretfully and gave some advice, "The patient's eyes may hurt when he wakes up. The stress response after being traumatized will gradually get better, and there are also..."

No matter how difficult it was to accept, Han Qizhi had to accept it, and Han Qizhi took a deep breath, "What else, just tell me, doctor."

"And his hands, too."

Han Qizhi was surprised, "What's wrong with your hand? Isn't it a broken bone?"

The doctor shook his head regretfully, "It's the same as the eyes, it hurt the hand nerve..." The doctor walked to the bedside, took Han Yun's right hand, and showed Han Qizhi the strokes, "During the car accident, his focus was not in the right place. The area was under heavy pressure again, and the nerves of the thumb, index finger, and middle finger were damaged to varying degrees..."

"Yes, what will happen?" Han Qizhi's voice was unsteady.

"Among the five fingers, these three fingers are relatively important, and they will definitely affect daily life, but they can still be recovered to a certain extent through medicine and rehabilitation, but it should be impossible to recover to the previous level..." The hand injury is not as good as The eyes are so serious, but seeing the family members look ashamed, the doctor couldn't help asking, "Is your child learning musical instruments?"

Han Qizhi's face showed pain, for a long time, his voice was hoarse, "My son is learning to paint, and he paints traditional Chinese paintings."

The doctor was taken aback, "That's such a pity." He glanced at the young man lying on the hospital bed, sighed, nodded to Han Qizhi, and walked out of the ward.

The last hope was completely cut off from Han Yun's life with the soft sound of closing the door. Han Qizhi could no longer bear the heartache that suddenly rebounded due to extreme depression, and walked back to Han Yun's side step by step.

Seeing his son lying quietly like sleeping like usual, Han Qizhi carefully held Han Yun's right hand, then slowly, knelt down in front of the bed, stroking his bandage-wrapped fingers , Recalling Han Yun's appearance when he was leaving, he was so confident and full of longing for the future...

Look again now...

Han Qizhi didn't understand, he was fine yesterday, he went out and smiled and told himself to sign up, and the child who would come back the next day, how could he lie down in the hospital in the blink of an eye...

Why can't I see or draw with the effort of one sentence...

oh my god!

Han Qizhi held the hand that could only draw the most beautiful pictures, and felt a piercing pain in his heart.

At this time, the fingers that were lightly clenched in his hand moved slightly, Han Qizhi was surprised, and immediately raised his eyes to look at Han Yun, "Han Yun?"

"dad……"

The young voice was mixed into hoarseness, and Han Yun moved his lips.

"What's wrong?" Han Qizhi hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Does it hurt somewhere? Dad is here..."

Han Yun shook his head, then slowly raised his left hand to touch his injured right hand. After a long time, he followed the temperature of the back of his hand all the way up, touching a face like Han Qizhi's. He didn't stop until he felt traces of damp heat.

"Dad..." After a while, Han Yun said in a low voice, "You are crying."

"No," Han Qizhi immediately shook his head, held the hand on his face, and clenched it tightly, "Dad just got something in his eye. When did you see Dad cry?"

Han Yun moved the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, "Dad, I've seen you cry many times..."

"nonsense."

Han Qizhi scolded him with a straight face, but the tears trickled down slowly, soaking the palm of his left hand a little bit along Han Yun's fingertips.

"Dad..." Han Yun was stunned, and then in the darkness, he wiped away Han Qizhi's tears and comforted him softly, "I won't laugh at you..."

Having said that, the voice stopped, and the voice trembled very thinly, "I will never see you again."