The wind lives in this life policy

Zhong Zhengning was very satisfied, but he didn't call to stop. Yan Hongping handled it well. Zhong Zhengning was afraid of interrupting the emotion the actor had cultivated so hard. He looked at Wen Yan in the video. Wen Yan had no objection, so Zhong Zhengning gave him a direct look. Signaled to the photography team.

The second act continues.

Han Qizhi was startled by Han Yun's words. He didn't know how to react for a while. He couldn't say a word for a long time. Finally, he could only look at Han Yun, almost pained, "You... heard it?"

Han Yun lowered his hands and didn't answer, the silence flowed in the ward for a long time, so long that Han Qizhi thought that Han Yun couldn't bear the blow and wanted to lean forward to hug him, but Han Yun moved.

He supported himself with his left hand and slowly sat up. Han Qizhi reached out to help, but Han Yun blocked him.

"Han Yun..."

Han Qizhi stood beside the bed not knowing what he was going to do.

Han Yun took a deep breath, and under Han Qizhi's puzzled gaze, he reached out with his left hand to the back of his head to untie the gauze, but Han Qizhi grabbed him.

"Han Yun what are you doing?"

"I just want to make sure again..." Han Yun insisted on tearing off the gauze, but Han Qizhi had no choice but to help him untie the gauze.

When circle after circle of gauze was slowly untied and fell onto the white cup, Han Yun's handsome face was finally visible at a glance.

Han Yun let out a deep breath, and slowly opened his eyes, Han Qizhi couldn't help holding his breath to look... The pupils that used to have halos flowed, after all, they were pitch black, and the color was so dark that they could no longer shake without any ripples .

Han Yun tried to put his left hand in front of his eyes, and he could vaguely see some gray and white influences moving, but he could only see to this extent.

He put his hand down wordlessly.

Han Qizhi's heart ached to the extreme. He looked at his son eagerly, wanting to comfort him, but he took back all the words before he spoke. He was surprised that everything he said was wrong. He could only wait helplessly for Han Yun's next move.

It's a pity that Han Yun didn't do anything, he just sat quietly on the bed, as if in a trance, but due to blindness, Han Qizhi couldn't even guess what kind of mood Han Yun was in.

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the light refracted by this window usually reflects a person's state of mind, whether they are happy or sad, sad or painful, happy or angry... But now, this window is forcibly closed, and it will never be seen again. It cannot be opened, all emotions are sealed inside, and even all the joys, anger, sorrows and joys of a person are gone, never to see the light of day again.

"dad……"

Finally, Han Yun spoke.

"Can I go out for a while?"

Han Qizhi instinctively wanted to object, but when his gaze was filled with Han Yun's expression of silence, he subconsciously shut up.

"Okay, Dad is waiting for you at the door, call me if you need anything."

Han Yun nodded.

Han Qizhi turned his head three times at a step, and finally became cruel, opened the door and left.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of his own heartbeat remained. After taking a few deep breaths, Han Yun threw off the quilt.

The field of vision is dark, this kind of darkness is completely different from being in darkness, it is emptiness, a gloomy emptiness, everything is immersed in this color, there is nothing... There is no light, no color, the whole person seems to be Thrown into an empty space and become an unknown.

Han Yun supported the edge of the bed and tried to walk up a few steps, but because his right hand was injured, he could only rely on the left to touch instead of vision, so when he let go of the only support on the edge of the bed, Han Yun suddenly felt flustered.

That is panic about the unknown.

From today onwards, everything we face is no longer real, and we have to rely on repeated confirmation and repeated memory to distinguish, but before Han Yun can experience this panic, Han Yun's left hand has already touched an obstacle.

He didn't know what it was, so he could only touch along the smooth surface of the object until he reached Kong.

Han Yun took a deep breath, and moved forward a little bit, relying on touch to guide himself. When he reached the third step in a row, he missed a vase, and the vase fell to the ground and shattered.

The sound alarmed Han Qizhi who was guarding the door, and Han Qizhi immediately wanted to open the door to see what happened, but was stopped by Han Yun's sudden roar.

"Don't come in!"

Han Qizhi stayed at the door.

Han Yun roared again, "I'm fine, don't come in!" Please don't come in, he doesn't want anyone to see him like this.

The thing was broken, but he didn't know where it was broken. Han Yun knelt down, and stretched out his hand to touch the ground a little bit. Suddenly, his fingertips hurt. Han Yun was slightly taken aback. He touched his fingertips, and the fingertips Fluid came out, mixed with pain and a rust-like smell, telling him that his hand was cut.

Han Yun simply sat down on the ground.

He never thought that one day, the injury would not be through seeing, but must be through touch or even smell...

Han Yun lowered his head indifferently, and slowly clenched his fists tightly, as if he wanted to remind himself through the pain caused by the grip force that you are no longer that Han Yun.

The light refracted from the south-facing window illuminated most of the room, but only left Han Yun in the only darkness.

"Card!"

Zhong Zhengning yelled to stop, and the camera crew turned off the camera.

Everyone moved, those who put on make-up, those who changed props changed props, Ye Xiaofeng ran to Feng Ce and looked at his hands with concern.

Different from the last filming of "The Legend of Changning", this time the injury was very small. Before the filming, Ye Xiaofeng suggested to paint some paint on his hands, but Feng Ce disagreed. To him, this injury is nothing. But the emotional impact brought by entering the play is the most real.

It's not that Feng Ce doesn't care about his body, but if a little scar can be exchanged for a perfect pass of the scene, he thinks it's worth it.

Ye Xiaofeng sighed, and didn't make such a big fuss like the previous time. While taking care of the wound, he asked, "The next game is about to fly, are you ready?"

The next scene is the first face-to-face conversation between the heroine and the heroine in the play, but Feng Ce and Fang Yanran have almost no communication, Ye Xiaofeng is a little worried.

On the contrary, Feng Ce looked relaxed and comforted him, "I think there is no problem, don't worry."

"Why?" Ye Xiaofeng didn't know why Feng Ce was so confident.

Feng Ce hooked the corners of his lips, and pulled out a nice smile, "Sometimes you can't see, and there are benefits..."

"How to say?"

"Because I can't see her..." Feng Ce stretched out his other hand and rubbed his head, "then I can treat her as you."

Ye Xiaofeng was stunned, "You, you mean that you regard the person you are playing with... as me?"

"Otherwise?" Feng Ce looked at him amusedly, "If you want me to flirt with another person, Ye Xiaofeng, you are too strong."

Ye Xiaofeng's handsome face turned red, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. Anyway, any words that come into this person's mouth can become love words. He put a band-aid on Feng Ce speechlessly and left, leaving Feng Ce to sit alone .

Feng Ce looked at the sky outside the window in a blink of an eye, and the sky was very warm, with a gentle breeze blowing towards his face... Feng Ce suddenly remembered that it was such a beautiful and warm day, he accidentally traveled through time and fell into another world.

one Year……

It turned out that before I knew it, a whole year had passed since the time I had deliberately forgotten.