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Lin Zhao entered the hospital.

Every time the phone vibrated, Chen's heart twitched again, and it was Ye Tinghe who called again, and he looked at the man on the hospital bed with some anxiety.

Lin Zhao clenched his hands into fists against his lips and coughed a few times. He looked down at the tablet in his hand. The screen was divided into several pieces, all of which were reporting the various disturbances caused by him in the past few days.

When the bell rang, he didn't want to ignore it. After being stared at by Chen for a long time, he said without looking up: "Go out and pick it up."

After the door was gently closed, Lin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, the tablet was pushed off the table, and fell silently at the end of the bed.

He was in a bad mood.

It seems that everyone thinks it is very simple.

Alvin thought: It would be good if my brother came back to me;

Fans thought: Brother Zhao is still alive, it would be great if he could come back;

The passer-by thought: He came out earlier and explained clearly, he should be sued, and just manage the group of idiotic fans.

Even Yan Zhiming told him, otherwise you can record a comeback video and clarify for the company...

They all felt that Lin Zhao was very important.

It is so important that he still refuses to let go when his life or death is uncertain. He wants to pick up a child from the main road, erase his proper name and life, and leave only the three-character label "Xiao Linzhao".

Ji Xu stared and yelled at him: "Do you think it's easy for us to hold on? Do you know how fast fans can climb the wall? Not every star who has been away for six years can find a hapless guy who doesn't want to stand out for himself, willing to replace you Solid fans can still do so well, do you want us all to do useless work?!"

Lin Zhao looked at him and only asked, "Who asked my opinion when you were looking for this unlucky guy?"

The sky outside darkened little by little, and the few wisps of red fainted by the window also dissipated.

The nurse opened the door and came in for the last injection of the day. His eyes fell on Lin Zhao. He was looking out of the window with his head tilted. The black hair on the back of his head was still tied up in the morning, but now he has grabbed it and scattered it around his neck. ear side.

The nurse followed his gaze and looked out the window. The sunset had already dropped to the sea level, and there was not even a ray of light left. She didn't know what he was looking at.

Lin Zhao regained consciousness and noticed her: "Is it the last injection?"

"Yes." The nurse smiled, "Get some sleep, and you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

When the cold liquid was injected into the blood vessels, Lin Zhao thought of something, and suddenly asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

The nurse was not disturbed by him, she pulled out the needle steadily, held it down with a cotton swab, and asked, "Huh? What's the pain?"

"When you see me, you may want to share your feelings with someone. In fact, it's okay not to share, but if someone covers your mouth and doesn't let you talk, it will become very uncomfortable when you meet Lin Zhao."

"Maybe." The nurse said, and couldn't help laughing after a pause, "But there's no way, they give too much."

Infected by her, Lin Zhao also smiled, and said softly, "That's good."

"You think so too, right? It might be uncomfortable, but in fact it's more fortunate." The nurse said, "It's a perfect thing."

When the nurse left, she closed the door and took a last look at Lin Zhao. The faint smile had long since disappeared from his face. He threw away the cotton swab and lay down on the bed with his arms covering his eyes.

The shadow stayed in front of my eyes for a long time, and the whole person looked pale and lonely.

She didn't know what would happen when other people met someone she had liked for many years, would they exchange secret signs with him, say a lot of words excitedly, or would they simply say: I am your fan and I have liked you for a long, long time?

Like everyone else, she has cried bitterly, ecstatically and furiously in the past few days, and has countless wishes that she wants to force the gods to realize for herself as soon as possible.

The biggest one is: Hurry up and get him back to us soon.

Until she found that Lin Zhao was so different from what she had imagined.

At the moment when countless people are looking forward to his return, he is not happy.

In that case...it doesn't matter if you don't come back.

At least for her, meeting Lin Zhao was a perfect and lucky thing.

On the day that Ye Tinghe finished the filming, Ji Xu actually came to pick him up when he was free, holding a stack of letters in his hand, saying that fans asked him to send them.

After Ye Tinghe received the letter, Ji Xu was followed by Jing Zhi and Ren Ju, who were talking to each other, and they teamed up to block him into a corner, too far away to hear him. Qing is talking about something.

It could only be seen that Ren Ju was agitated, Jing Zhi folded his arms and sneered, and Ji Xu was forced to ask questions so that he could not speak, weak and helpless.

Ye Tinghe walked to Luo Que's side, watched with him, and commented: "It's so miserable."

Luo Que nodded in agreement, and concluded: "Don't mess with women."

Before the end of the play, Ye Tinghe took a flower from Luo Que's bouquet as if he owed it, but Luo Que noticed it and ran after him to snatch it back.

The tidbit teacher picked up the camera and followed it, but Ye Tinghe found out, and inserted it back indifferently, and blamed him for being too stingy.

Luo Que was so angry that he ignored the camera and went back fiercely: "Ye Tinghe, you are so confused, why are you pretending!"

As soon as these words came out, the assistant was terrified, and he turned to Luo Que first: "Brothers, it's the last day, please stop fighting."

Facing the camera again, "This one is the same, it must be cut!"

Ji Xu was puzzled, and asked Jing Zhi: "Why has he become so naive after joining your group?"

"How do I know?" Jing Zhi sneered, "I still want to blame Ye Tinghe, Luo Que was only a little bit of a second class before, but now he has upgraded to a second class bomb."

Ren Ju got Lin Zhao's contact information and was very satisfied. At this moment, she was in the mood of watching a show, and she smiled and said with flowers in her arms, "Boy."

Ye Tinghe didn't know why Ji Xu came to pick him up until he got into the nanny's car.

There was a person sitting in the back row, who looked up when he got into the car, and waved his paws from his cuffs casually, saying, "Long time no see."

Ye Tinghe was overjoyed, and rushed over to sit next to him: "Why are you here!"

Then he complained half-truthfully, "You didn't answer my calls, and you didn't reply to my messages. I thought it was me who messed with you."

Lin Zhao said, "You didn't."

Ji Xu, who was following behind, answered angrily: "He didn't, it's all my fault." After finishing speaking, he closed the car door and sat back in front. Can we talk with the door behind us?"

Ye Tinghe noticed Lin Zhao's slightly puzzled eyes, pointed to Ji Xu, and whispered, "He's sore."

Lin Zhao cooperated and asked, "What is sour?"

Ye Tinghe added fuel and vinegar: "When I started my business, I didn't realize that it was a double arrow. After I finished it, I realized that there was only one left. Time has passed, and Sister Jing Zhi is no longer the original Sister Jing Zhi. Brother Ji's love is completely dead."

Lin Zhao nodded clearly: "It's so pitiful."

The words were short, and the humiliation was strong.

Ji Xu was so angry when they sang and said: "You two are almost done, and I can hear it too!"

After seeing Lin Zhao for so long, Ye Tinghe thought that he would have a lot to say to him, about the news these days, about why he went to the hospital again, or other things that are important but not important to him things.

In the end, I only said one sentence: "I miss you so much."

Lin Zhao turned his head and met Ye Tinghe's flickering eyes. For some reason, he wanted to laugh.

He raised his hand and poked Ye Tinghe's forehead, with a strange tone: "Others are worrying about so many things, only you are a love brain."

Ye Tinghe blinked a few times quickly, and suddenly tugged on Lin Zhao's sleeve: "You lower your head."

Lin Zhao looked down at him without knowing why, "Why—"

In the next second, he was attacked by Ye Tinghe, who firmly blocked what he wanted to say.

Although it is easy to leave, but it is necessary to show him what is love brain.

"Okay." Lin Zhao touched his lips, raised his hand to hold Ye Tinghe's restless head, and compromised, "You can do it, right?"

Ye Tinghe said triumphantly, "Why not, I can be."

Lin Zhao was silent for a few seconds, before he could speak, Ji Xu blew his flute vigorously in front of him.