Perfect Two

When Fu Zhou came back, he first saw the A4 paper spread out.The thin sheet in the hospital is white, but it is not as bright and pale as paper. A large piece is conspicuous and dazzling under the light.

Su Minglin was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and said dryly: "Senior brother is back?"

Such a blunt greeting, in addition to diverting the topic, can only be used to break the silence and ease the atmosphere.Fu Zhou frowned, glanced at Cheng Xirong, and immediately became more active.

Su Minglin startled him, before he could ask "what's the matter", he turned his head following Fu Zhou's movement, and saw it.Just now, one person was reading the information, while the other was concentrating on pretending to be dead. No one paid attention to the liquid bottle. At this moment, the liquid in the infusion tube was empty, and the needle on the back of the hand began to bleed.

Cheng Xirong was also taken aback, the stalemate and silence just now was broken.When Fu Zhou turned off the drip speed, he hurriedly raised his hand to ring the bell, and raised his hand: "Why does it not hurt when the blood returns? I didn't notice it."

Su Minglin looked at the two of them, reacted belatedly, left a sentence "I'll call the nurse", and ran out.

The nurse came to check it out. Fortunately, the blood hadn't coagulated yet, so I replaced it with a new liquid and drained the air.After the nurse went out, Su Minglin hadn't come back yet.Fu Zhou poured Cheng Xirong a cup of hot water, mixed some cold water and brought it to Cheng Xirong's mouth.

Cheng Xirong backed away, turned his head to avoid: "I just had a drink."

Fu Zhou didn't urge him, Cheng Xirong's heart couldn't bear too much load, so he had to control drinking water.He is still hanging the liquid bottle, and the water has been reduced.Putting down the cup, he picked up a piece of paper and read it.

"Su Minglin wants to go back on his word?"

Cheng Xirong sighed and leaned against the head of the bed: "I haven't said it clearly, but I guess it means so."

Fu Zhou tidied up the scattered materials, bowed his head and said, "You don't need to worry about it."

Who will take care of it?The relationship between Fu Zhou and Su Minglin is put there. Good things can be discussed together with shoulders, and bad things must be avoided.It's not a rule, but things should always be done in this way, and they should show enough affection for each other, so as not to tear their faces, which is too ugly.

Whether he likes it or not, Cheng Xirong can only take the lead in this matter.

Fu Zhou simply picked out the review page, rolled up the others, and threw them into the trash can.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

It just so happened that Su Minglin had stayed outside enough, so he came in at this time.Seeing Fu Zhou's actions, his face changed slightly.This is equivalent to a slap in the face, no different from tearing up a relationship. If you change to a person with a bad temper, you will probably slam the door and go out.

But Su Minglin has one advantage. He will not vent his emotions directly, and he must consider causal interests in everything.In other words, he has great endurance.It was because he had other thoughts on his own, he felt guilty, and because of Fu Zhou's face, he couldn't attack.

In the usual relationship, Fu Zhou is in the leading position.Su Minglin adores him as a senior, and accordingly, he also attaches to him.This model directly affects the present. When conflicts arise, which one can get angry, while the other party can only endure.

It was precisely for this reason that Su Minglin actually deliberately avoided Fu Zhou and wanted to talk to Cheng Xirong alone.He thought Fu Zhou would avoid it, and even if he found out, he wouldn't face him directly.

I guessed wrong...

Su Minglin coughed and cleared his throat.

Fu Zhou looked back at him, and when he looked back, he said directly: "The reason for pushing Nanlu's drama is to let him recuperate. You don't need to look for him during this time, and don't bother him with those nonsense things."

This is not at all sympathetic.Even though Su Minglin had a good temper and enough patience, he was still a little bit upset.I and Fu Zhou's brothers in the past few years, can't compare to the little boss who has known him for a month?

Is this how it is calculated?

Su Minglin couldn't hold back, and said, "Senior brother, you will hurt your feelings by saying that."

Fu Zhou looked over coldly: "You put away your thoughts first, and then say whether I will hurt your feelings."

Su Minglin's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he continued, "What's on my mind?"

"No best, if there is, take it back to me."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Since Fu Zhou is already in his early years, this is a matter between their seniors and brothers, and it is not for outsiders like me to intervene.Cheng Xirong simply ignored it and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Fu Zhou turned his head to look at Cheng Xirong, and dragged Su Minglin out.

Don't let me control it, don't let me listen to it! ?Cheng Xirong sat up and looked at the backs of the two of them, scratching his heart and lungs.Doesn't Fu Zhou know that everyone has a heart to gossip?Even if it is a patient... the life of a patient is even more boring!

It's a pity that none of those two people looked back at him.Cheng Xirong had no choice but to lie back down again, raising his arm and pressing it on his forehead.

It seems that it's not hot anymore... It's not right, it's still uneasy, and I don't have any strength.I'm really going to be confused, even this little perception is so poor.

What can I do next...

To some extent, acting is a profession that requires agility.It is necessary to perceive the information of the outside world and make timely and accurate feedback.Pay attention to your state and understand your performance.These are the basis of field control. Basically, dull people cannot adapt to the camera.

But now, he has blunted.Both body and spirit are rusted and it is difficult to move.And this feeling became clearer and clearer after he calmed down. The fact that he was tense and refused to admit before existed in his body.Even the most basic life is very difficult, no matter what job you do, it is difficult to maintain it.

Maybe Fu Zhou is right.It's really not suitable for me to stay in the crew in this state.

When Cheng Xirong was thinking "when will he recover his health", Fu Zhou came back.He was the only one, Su Minglin didn't come in.He smelled of smoke, and the heat of late summer rubbed together into the gloomy corners of his eyes.

"What about people?"

Fu Zhou sat down beside him: "Let's go."

Down there is nothing to say.Cheng Xirong waited for a long time before he was sure that he didn't intend to say anything, and he said dumbfoundedly: "Hey! What's the result?"

"What result?"

Cheng Xirong was helpless: "Even if you two are going to fight, you have to tell me who won the fight, right?"

"He dares to fight with me?"

Well, this means to solve it, with some kind of... coercion?No matter what it was, Su Minglin gave in without resistance.

Cheng Xirong: "Don't dare, you are the best."

Fu Zhou's breathing stagnated, his expression was a little awkward, and he turned his head away from Cheng Xirong's eyes.

Still shy?In my impression, his mentality has always been good, he is calm and thick-skinned.Cheng Xirong's foot was idle, and he stretched it out to kick Fu Zhou.As a result, it was still close, and the ankle was caught.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Powerful, you can grab it with your bare hands without looking back... uh, not a white blade.

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