Chi Ruanfan covered his eyes and lay on his back on the hospital bed.
The cold light shone on his face, making his already pale face even more bloodless and revealing a frightening fragility.
Click—
The door was gently pushed open, probably a nurse came to check on the situation.
Chi Ruanfan didn't move until he heard the sound of something heavy being placed on the bedside table and the slight sound of a chair being moved.
I slowly moved the arm that was covering my eyes away. My eyes had not yet adjusted to the light, and my vision was blurry. I could only see the figure of a tall man.
"Are you hungry?" A deep and cold male voice sounded. The man opened the ceramic thermos box on the table, and the rich smell of chicken soup wafted out.
"Eat something." said the man.
It’s a familiar voice. Even if I haven’t heard it for a long time, it’s still so familiar as if it’s engraved into my bones.
Chi Ruanfan woke up instantly.
He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, Jinzhu's stern face suddenly came into view.
"What brings you here?"
Chi Ruanfan had not eaten or drunk anything for a long time, and his voice was slightly hoarse. His voice was weak, yet it was piercingly sharp.
Jinzhu lowered her eyes, and her gaze paused for a moment on Chi Ruanfan's stubborn eyes.
After a moment, he retracted his gaze, picked up a bowl of steaming soft rice, picked up the spoon, and said:
"I heard you were sick."
Where did you hear that
Chi Ruanfan sneered in his heart.
Even his current agent doesn’t know about his being in the hospital.
I was afraid that I didn’t see him on the set, so I checked his whereabouts.
A spoonful of soft rice with chicken soup was brought to Chi Ruanfan's mouth. The fresh fragrance hit him, and Chi Ruanfan belatedly felt hungry.
Chi Ruanfan swallowed his saliva, turned his head away, and said:
"No, I ordered takeout myself."
The hand holding the spoon paused in the air for a moment, and then was retracted when Chi Ruanfan refused.
The food was put back into the thermal box, leaving only a faint aroma lingering in the air.
Chi Ruanfan sniffed and didn't move.
He thought Jinzhu was about to leave, but he didn't hear the sound of her leaving for a long time. He turned his head and saw her sitting there, looking down and flipping through a stack of scripts.
You're not leaving yet
Chi Ruanfan raised his eyebrows, and thinking about Jinzhu's persistence in him, he was not surprised.
In fact, this kind of relationship is already too far away for Chi Ruanfan.
Ever since he made it clear that he didn't want to have anything to do with the other party, Jinzhu disappeared from his world for a long time.
Until the day he won the Best Actor award, the two topics "Chi Ruanfan Best Actor" and "Jinzhu Xiaohao" were both trending searches.
It’s hard to believe that the most famous fan among his fans is actually Jinzhu’s secondary account.
That account posted three Weibo posts a day, all of which were about him, including analysis of the movies and TV series he starred in, and the characters he played... It went on like this for seven years.
Chi Ruanfan withdrew his gaze.
He didn't know what he had done to touch Jinzhu's habit, but she was indeed fascinated by him and had been fascinated by him for many years.
The aroma of chicken soup still lingered in the air. Chi Ruanfan pressed his stomach. Seeing that Jinzhu had no intention of leaving, he took out his cell phone and quietly ordered some takeout.
You can't be hard on your stomach.
What he said to Jinzhu before about ordering takeout was a lie. The shock of rebirth was too great and he didn’t care about being hungry.
The order was successfully placed and a bank card transaction text message popped up.
Chi Ruanfan passed by without any concern.
Wait, now is more than ten years ago, when he just entered the entertainment industry, his savings...
Chi Ruanfan quickly returned to the desktop page and clicked on the text message.
Balance… four digits.
Chi Ruanfan covered his heart and realized for the first time so clearly that he was reborn.
Once reborn, everything that he had gained after more than ten years of hard work turned into nothingness.
"What's wrong?"
Jinzhu put down the script and leaned over to check on Chi Ruanfan's condition.
"It's okay," Chi Ruanfan avoided Jinzhu's touch and squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "I'm fine."
From advanced gastric cancer to common gastritis, I have only lost my fame and money, but it’s not a loss.
Not a loss.
Even though he told himself over and over again that he had not lost out, Chi Ruanfan still felt very heartbroken.
After having everything good, not everyone can accept to start over from the beginning.
Jinzhu observed Chi Ruanfan's expression, then glanced at the place where his hand was, and finally sat down doubtfully.
There was a knock on the door.
"Is Mr. Chi here? Your takeaway."
When Chi Ruanfan heard the voice, he sat up with a sullen face.
He raised his hand to lift the quilt and prepared to get out of bed, but he caught a glimpse of the IV connected to his right hand and paused.
In this case, how can I order takeout
Chi Ruanfan was just about to open his mouth and ask the delivery guy to bring the food in, but Jinzhu next to him had already stood up and walked towards the door with her long, straight legs.
"The last number..." Jinzhu glanced at Chi Ruanfan on the bed and whispered, "7007."
After confirming with the delivery man, Jinzhu picked up the takeaway.
Chi Ruanfan was a little surprised that Jinzhu knew his number, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt it was normal.
Getting the number of an 18th-tier actor was too easy for Jinzhu, a former movie emperor and current president of Morning Star Entertainment.
Chi Ruanfan said thank you in a stiff voice and reached out to grab the takeaway bag in Jinzhu's hand.
Jinzhu stopped his hand.
The skin touches, the body temperature is transferred, one hand is hot and the other hand is slightly cool.
Both of them were stunned.
Chi Ruanfan retracted his hand as if he had received an electric shock.
Jinzhu came to his senses and said softly, "If it's inconvenient for you, I'll do it."
Chi Ruanfan pursed his lips, suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart, and said, "My left hand can move."
It's not like you have needles in both hands, so it's okay to eat takeout.
"It's not convenient to use one hand." Jinzhu continued to unpack.
Chi Ruanfan wanted to say something when he smelled the aroma of food.
Influenced by the delicious chicken soup, he ordered a dish of chicken stewed with mushrooms, which was delicious and rich.
"The rice is too hard. Would you like to change it to what I brought?" Jinzhu asked with his head tilted.
Chi Ruanfan secretly swallowed his saliva for the unknown reason. He looked up and glanced at the rice in the lunch box.
Each grain of rice is crystal clear and round.
Where is it hard? Isn't this just normal rice
"No change." Chi Ruanfan said unhappily.
He didn't want to eat what Jinzhu brought.
After the unspoken rule incident, their relationship deteriorated sharply. The longer time passed, the bigger the knot in Chi Ruanfan's heart became, and it could never be smoothed out.
Jinzhu turned her head and looked at Chi Ruanfan for a while, with a hint of disapproval in her eyes.
Chi Ruanfan stiffened his neck and glared back.
"You have a bad stomach, and it's hard for you to digest this kind of rice." Jinzhu opened the thermal box and took out the soft rice he brought.
The spoon was handed to Chi Ruanfan again, and the aroma was tempting.
Chi Ruanfan rubbed his back teeth lightly, suppressed the anxiety rising in his heart, and tried to speak in a calm tone:
"Boss Jin, with your status, if you can't get someone, why do you keep staring at me?"
"You're the only one I care about."
Jinzhu looked at Chi Ruanfan and handed the spoon forward.
Chi Ruanfan's chest rose and fell, and he insisted: "I don't eat this..."
Before he could finish his words, a spoonful of soft rice with chicken soup was put into Chi Ruanfan's mouth.
“Hmm…” Chi Ruanfan bit the spoon, his eyes slightly red, and glared at Jinzhu fiercely.
He was suddenly reborn, and all his ten years of hard work went to waste. He had to meet Jinzhu again while receiving an IV drip, and he even lost the right to choose what to eat... Why should he suffer such injustice
Chi Ruanfan's eyes trembled and his chest heaved. He couldn't bear to let the rice fall out of his mouth. He slowly closed his mouth and was forced to eat this spoonful of soft rice.
As the hot food entered my stomach, my originally hungry and numb stomach seemed to come alive, sending out signals that it needed more food.
Chi Ruanfan lowered his head, not looking at Jinzhu, and said in a hoarse voice: "I can do it myself."
Jinzhu paused, stopped insisting, put down the spoon, and moved the food to the edge of the bedside table.
Chi Ruanfan leaned over the table, chewing his food slowly.
I was so hungry that my stomach ached. The food smelled delicious, but I had no appetite for some reason.
After forcing himself to eat half a bowl of rice, Chi Ruanfan took the tissue from the takeout bag, wiped his mouth, and lay down again.
Jinzhu got up and packed up.
Amid the rustling sound, Chi Ruanfan looked at the half bottle of drip left and closed his eyes.
In the not-so-pure darkness, Chi Ruanfan vaguely saw the commander of the Jinyiwei in a flying fish uniform. That was the first movie starring Jinzhu, and it was also the opportunity for him to fall in love with Jinzhu.
Jinzhu has been acting for five years, and he has liked Jinzhu for five years, and he also entered the circle because of her.
But the day after he signed the contract with the agency, Jinzhu retired from the entertainment industry. The next time he met her, it was that time when she took advantage of him...
He couldn't stand being treated like that, especially since the other person was an actor he had liked for five years and the person he admired and worshipped.
To describe it using the vocabulary of the fan circle many years later, this feeling was probably called "the house collapsed."
In a daze, Chi Ruanfan felt the indwelling needle on the back of his hand being pulled out, and a slightly cool cotton swab was pressed against it.
Chi Ruanfan slowly opened his eyes, only to see the nurse walking by with a medicine bottle, and Jinzhu sitting beside his bed, pressing a cotton swab for him.
Jinzhu said: "If you feel sleepy, you can sleep a little longer."
There was a hint of tenderness in the cold voice.
If it hadn't happened that day, he would probably have loved Jinzhu forever. After all, Jinzhu was perfect in other aspects.
Chi Ruanfan sat up, took back his hand, and said, "Please come in, Mr. Jin."
As he spoke, Chi Ruanfan put on his shoes and coat and walked out of the ward.
It was already night and there were not many people in the hospital corridor. Chi Ruanfan still subconsciously wanted to find something to cover his face. This was a sequelae of being a celebrity for too long.
Later, Chi Ruanfan realized that there was no need to cover his face at all.
He is just an 18th-tier artist and no one around him knows him.
Even if one's eyes lingered on him, it was only because of his outstanding appearance and temperament, not because of his identity.
In the past, it was very troublesome to be surrounded and blocked when going out.
But when everything familiar disappeared, Chi Ruanfan felt a little uncomfortable, as if his past existence had been completely wiped out.
It was indeed erased.
No one knows the movies he acted in, no one knows the roles he played...
He is like a ghost wandering in chaotic time and space.
Walking out of the hospital, the sky was dark and the street lights were dim.
The traffic on the road brought gusts of cold wind.
Chi Ruanfan walked with big strides, not caring about the direction, everything was based on his feeling.
"Going back to the crew or going home? I'll take you there." Jinzhu quickly caught up with him.
Chi Ruanfan did not stop, his voice was dull:
"No, you go ahead, I'll just walk around."
Chi Ruanfan walked for a while with his head down. The footsteps behind him had long disappeared. Perhaps he knew it was useless to follow him, so he chose to leave.
The cold wind made Chi Ruanfan's face stiff. His pace gradually slowed down and finally stopped beside a street lamp.
He reached out and took out his cell phone, ready to take a taxi home.
The fingertips fell on the screen, but paused.
Wait, where was the house he rented back then
Where is the filming location of the crew
The memories of ten years ago are too distant.
I no longer have any specific impression of the house I rented or the original crew.
Chi Ruanfan raised his head, turned his neck, and looked left and right at the surrounding buildings.
I just felt that everything was unfamiliar.
After a while, Chi Ruanfan lowered his head in silence, sliding his fingertips across the phone, looking for clues about the address.
A cold wind blew and he tightened his clothes.
Cold.
It's not just the physical coldness, but also the helplessness in facing a strange world, and the psychological loneliness and coldness.
A car slowly stopped beside him.
The car window rolled down, revealing Jinzhu's face illuminated by the street lights.
"Get in the car, I'll take you there." Jinzhu stared at Chi Ruanfan with her dark and cold eyes, revealing a hint of worry.
Chi Ruanfan held the phone in his hand, his eyes fixed on Jinzhu's face.
The moment Jinzhu appeared, he actually had a feeling that the world was not so strange, and he was not so lonely.
In his previous life, Jinzhu disappeared from his world some time after the unspoken rule incident. Later, when he became a movie emperor, the two of them never met again and had no contact at all.
Jinzhu at this moment was exactly the same as the last appearance he remembered, a very familiar appearance.
A gust of wind blew by, Chi Ruanfan lowered his eyes and put his hands into his coat sleeves. The street light cast a shadow under his eyes.
Jinzhu got out of the car, put his coat on Chi Ruanfan, and sighed:
"Why bother with your own body?"
Why bother with your own body...
Chi Ruanfan gently grabbed the clothes that Jinzhu had draped over him.
There was still traces of Jinzhu's body temperature on the clothes, bringing a hint of warmth that made people indulge in it.
Chi Ruanfan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he took the initiative to hold Jinzhu's hand.
He was attached to this warmth and familiarity, even though it was not pure and was mixed with other purposes.
Or judging from another perspective, Jinzhu has power, money, resources, and even good looks and a great figure.
Such a sponsor is almost perfect, and countless men and women in the entertainment industry are vying for him.
He has now been reborn to the time before everything began, with nothing but his acting skills.
Chi Ruanfan knows best how difficult it is to climb from the eighteenth tier to the top.
Sometimes, even strength has to give way to resources and luck.
Chi Ruanfan raised his lowered eyes and looked at Jinzhu, his delicate eyes filled with fragmented light under the street lamp.
He said, "Boss Jin, the doctor said I can only live on soft food."
Some things don't need to be made clear.
One look, one touch, and both parties understood.