[May you float like a dream derived] [Luo Fusheng x original heroine] Dangfu three white

When Luo Fusheng rushed to the theater, Lin Zhixia was singing on the stage, and he didn't seem to be busy at all, Luo Fusheng was relieved.

"She went on stage to sing after being injured, isn't she heartless!"

"Brother, don't you often say 'you can't stop singing'? Sister Zhixia is just..."

"Can she be the same! The old injury is healed and a new injury is added. She ran on stage before the new injury was healed. She still wants to sing."

"I can't sing, you just marry her back." Luo Cheng pouted and said in a low voice.They are not in a hurry, but his follower is in a hurry.But if he wanted to grab Luo Fusheng by the collar and order him to have a showdown with other girls, he didn't dare.

"What are you talking about?" Luo Fusheng knocked on Luo Cheng's head, looked at Lin Zhixia who was singing vigorously on the stage, his face suddenly sank, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Luo Cheng looked around and whispered what happened in Luo Fusheng's ear.

Listening to Luo Cheng's explanation, Luo Fusheng's face became more and more serious, his hands clenched into fists, veins popped out on his forehead, and his eyes became darker, as if he wanted to eat people.

"Luo Cheng, that troupe, don't let me see them appearing in Shanghai again."

"Understood, brother."

"Also, those who bully Zhixia, I want to see them."

After that, the troupe never appeared in Shanghai again, but sang in other places piecemeal a few times, and there was no more after that.And a few months later, three unidentified corpses appeared in the suburbs of Shanghai. No identity information could be found on them. It became an unsolved case.Of course, this is all for later.

Lin Zhixia endured the pain and finished the play, went to the backstage and opened her sleeves, the wound was indeed open, and it seemed that it was still stuck to the bandage.

"Zhixia, go to the hospital quickly." Seeing this, other people in the theater stepped forward to dissuade her, but Lin Zhixia insisted on taking off her make-up and changing her clothes before going.

"I... will go again later." She is still wearing makeup, and her clothes are still costumes. It is impossible to go out like this, even if she wears makeup, no one can recognize her!

I borrowed a piece of clothing from my colleagues in the theater, and Lin Zhixia took the time to remove her makeup while they were picking up the clothes.For the first time, she felt that removing makeup was a troublesome thing, so she applied makeup remover to her face indiscriminately, without caring about the first, second, third, and fourth steps, and just picked up a handkerchief and wiped it on her face.

"Are you still taking off your makeup here? Hurry up and go to the hospital!"

Luo Fusheng was so anxious that he rushed in without seeing Lin Zhixia come out.Seeing that Lin Zhixia was still taking off her make-up, she got angry, rushed over to hold her hand and was about to go out.

"Impossible! Even if you go to the hospital, you have to get ready before you go. I don't want to lose face!" Lin Zhixia shook off Luo Fusheng's hand, wiped off the makeup on her face with a handkerchief, and then washed it off with clean water beside her. The makeup remover on the face, and finally wiped the face violently with the sleeve of the costume to remove the makeup.The clothes of her colleagues were also brought over, Lin Zhixia drove Luo Fusheng away and went to change.

Luo Fu stomped his feet angrily, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn't break into the locker room and drag him out.After Lin Zhixia changed her clothes and came out, she was not allowed to refuse, Luo Fusheng dragged her away without saying a word.

"Hey, hello, Luo Fusheng! Wait a minute, I'll follow..."

"To shut up!"

Lin Zhixia shivered in fright, and let Luo Fusheng pull her. The costume she changed in her hand fell on the ground. Luo Cheng quickly picked it up, handed it to the people in the theater, and then ran out.

Hong Lan stood guard at the entrance of the theater after Lin Zhixia finished singing, but saw Luo Fusheng dragging Lin Zhixia out, and Lin Zhixia's hands were still bleeding.What's more, when I met Lin Zhixia an hour ago, she wasn't wearing this dress. Now this dress... To put it bluntly, it's so vulgar that my grandma wouldn't even know how to wear it.

"Lin Zhixia, you..."

"Lanlan, you go back by yourself first, I will take Zhixia to the hospital."

"Hong Lan, you go with us, and I'll explain to you after we've dealt with it."

Luo Fusheng didn't care about arguing with Lin Zhixia, he dragged Lin Zhixia into the car and closed the door before urging Luo Cheng and Hong Lan to get in the car.

Inside the car, Luo Fusheng tore off a piece of cloth to hold the wound, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

If you don't ask, you still don't feel it. When Luo Fusheng asked, Lin Zhixia felt a burst of pain, tears rolled in his eyes, and replied in a crying voice: "It hurts."

Luo Fusheng is a person who lives on the edge of a knife. He has suffered various large and small injuries, and he knows best how painful it is after being injured.It's just that after a long time, I have become numb to the wound, and I have long forgotten the feeling of pain.Seeing Lin Zhixia crying because of the pain, Luo Fusheng thought that the pain he had forgotten had always existed.

When I arrived at the hospital, the wound had scabbed over, but the cloth strips that bandaged the wound had stuck together, so it had to be removed and treated again.

From removing the cloth from the wound to re-treating the wound, Lin Zhixia held Luo Fusheng tightly with her other hand. When the cloth was removed little by little, Lin Zhixia couldn't help but burst into tears.Luo Fusheng kept patting her on the back, and Hong Lan could clearly see that Luo Fusheng's eyes were filled with distress.

Next, the wound was cleaned and the medicine was applied. Every step was excruciatingly painful. Lin Zhixia buried her head in Luo Fusheng's chest, trying not to look at the wound.Hong Lan bit her lip and decided to go out and wait.

After finally treating the wound well, Lin Zhixia didn't hear a word of the doctor's orders. Luo Fusheng asked the doctor to write down the doctor's orders and put them away carefully.

"Okay, it's okay, I'll take you back."

"I...I have something else to do." After Lin Zhixia finished speaking, she rushed to the bathroom to wash her face. Her eyes were already swollen from crying, and washing her face was just to wash away the tears and snot on her face.Looking at the wounds on his face that had already healed, and then at the new wounds on his arms, thinking of the two invisible scars covered by his clothes, Lin Zhixia held his heart, feeling a little confused.If you stay away from Luo Fusheng, will these things never happen again in the future?

keep away?After thinking about it like this, Lin Zhixia felt a little bit reluctant. Only then did Lin Zhixia realize that something had fermented between her and Luo Fusheng.

Back in the consultation room, Luo Fusheng was talking to Hong Lan, when he saw Lin Zhixia coming, Luo Fusheng walked over in three steps in parallel to send Lin Zhixia home.

Seeing Luo Fusheng approaching, Lin Zhixia unconsciously took a step back, showing some resistance.Lin Zhixia needs to calm down, she has to sort out the relationship between her and Luo Fusheng, and carefully consider their future relationship.

"Luo Fusheng, let's not meet for the time being."

In a western restaurant, Hong Lan skilfully flipped through the menu, "Are you used to drinking coffee? Or, can I replace it with fruit juice?"

"It's okay, give me a glass of Ireland."

"Okay, two steaks, seven mature."

"One of five is good."

Hong Lan was a little strange, Lin Qikai checked, Lin Zhixia came to Shanghai more than half a year ago, and had no other source of income except singing in Longfu Theater.Apart from Luo Fusheng, he didn't know anyone else around him, but Luo Fusheng didn't like western food, and he didn't understand it.

"Although I can't afford the food here, it doesn't mean I haven't eaten it before." Lin Zhixia didn't think that Hong Lan brought her here on purpose because she was a singer, otherwise he wouldn't have asked if he wanted to drink. I am used to coffee, most likely because Hong Lan wants to eat it himself.

"Before? By the way, where were you from before?" Although Lin Zhixia could find out what happened after Lin Zhixia came to Shanghai, Lin Qikai was able to find out everything before, but there was nothing before. She was rescued from a cruise ship that was in distress, and followed the passerby. The ships came to Shanghai.

"Before? I was from Hankou, but I have always lived in England." In the Republic of China, there were only two big cities, Greater Shanghai and Greater Hankou.Lin Zhixia didn't dare to say anything. She wasn't sure if she could find out that there was no one in Hankou with the level of human flesh in this era, so she talked about Britain.However, she did study in the UK before, which is not a lie.

"England? Then you..." Hong Lan didn't believe it. How could someone who has been living in England go to sing?

"Me? It's just a piece of the past that I don't want to mention anymore. But, you came to me today, probably not because of this matter?" Anyway, after the Shakespeare that Lin Qikai came to the hospital, no one would believe that she didn't read it. Over the book.

"Oh, right. You and Brother Fusheng..."

"You like him." It's not a question, but an affirmation.She could tell from the day Hong Lan appeared in the hospital, not only that, but if she read correctly, Lin Qikai might also be pretending to be Hong Lan in his heart.

"I love you, you love him, he loves her, she loves him" Lin Zhixia suddenly thought of this song, and couldn't help but shudder, the expensive circle is really messed up.

"I...you see it?"

The coffee came. Unlike the coffee cup in Hong Lan's hand, Lin Zhixia's was a goblet with a layer of cream floating on it.

"What about you? What kind of...what kind of...feeling do you have for Brother Fusheng?" If it was the past, Hong Lan would dare to let the other party stay away from Luo Fusheng.But when facing Lin Zhixia, she flinched.

"Me?" Lin Zhixia took a sip of coffee and said, "I don't know yet. There are some things that I just realized. If I didn't get injured today, it might take me a long time to find out."

Hong Lan's hand stirring the coffee paused a little, as if seeing hope, Lin Zhixia didn't know her feelings for Luo Fusheng, but Hong Lan knew it.I like Luo Fusheng, since I was a child.

"Let's not talk about me now, let's talk about you." When she was in the hospital, Lin Zhixia could see clearly that no matter how Hong Lan approached or acted coquettishly, even if Luo Fusheng let her go, she always kept her distance.It is true that Luo Fusheng is the adopted son of the Hong family, but if the other party really regards Luo Fusheng as his son, he will not let him fight with a hundred or so people alone with a knife.

"I?"

"My coffee is called Ireland. Want to hear its story?"

A bartender in an airport bar fell in love with a girl, and in order to pursue that girl, he made this cocktail specially for her.However, until the end, the guy didn't catch up with the girl.It requires a special cup with three lines on it, Irish whiskey on the first line, Mandheling coffee between the second and third lines, cream on the third line, and salt on top of the cream.The cream represents sweetness, and the salt represents tears.

"Irish coffee is both coffee and a cocktail. It also has a name called Angel's Tears, which symbolizes missing people in this life."

The steak was served, but Hong Lan remained silent after that.Lin Zhixia didn't know what Hong Lan was thinking, she just hoped that Hong Lan could see the people around her.But what about myself?Who can tell her what to do?

"If I do this, will it look like green tea?" She was unclear about her feelings for Luo Fusheng, and then persuaded others to put it down. At that moment, Lin Zhixia felt that she might really be green tea.

The author has something to say: I originally planned to divide it into two articles, but I want to get into the plot quickly, and then pierce the window paper, so that everyone is happy.

Well, about the Irish coffee bar, a friend of mine opened a tavern before, and I overheard a story when I was chatting with their bartender.At that time, while watching the bartender make drinks, he listened to his storytelling at the same time. When the story was over, the wine was ready.It's a pity that my friend transferred the store later, and I never drank it again.