"I think it's good."
In the ward, when Chen Hao asked, Lin Shiheng smiled and picked up the teacup, handed it to his lips, and took a sip, "The doctor said that my symptoms have not eased, but have worsened a lot, but my mood has always been stable, maybe because I don't. Rejection and make yourself another person."
Chen Hao was like a big head and two big ones, "Shi Heng, what do you think, how can a good person become another person!"
"Why not."
Lin Shiheng raised his eyes slightly, and looked at him with a pair of slightly long and narrow eyes. When he looked at people like this before, people would feel a little fierce, but now he looks at them, but there is only a hint of gentleness.
Even when he spoke, he was always in a calm and unhurried tone: "My memory is still there, so I will always be me."
"Although it may sound weird, Yi Qing is indeed better than me, no matter what you look at."
Chen Hao stared blankly at the brother in front of him, but he persuaded him to go back after he was full of dissuasion. In his heart, there was even a feeling of "Shi Heng is right, it seems that this is also completely right".
"But, but you are yourself, Yi Qing is just a character written by the screenwriter..."
"But he's well written isn't he?"
Lin Shiheng put down the teacup, and the corners of his lips were always slightly raised politely. Even though he was wearing modern clothes and his hair was short, when he sat upright, Chen Hao almost thought he saw an ancient noble boy.
"In the past, can you imagine me getting up at six in the morning and running for two hours?"
Chen Hao: "...Who can do this."
Even if their jobs meant they had to be in good shape, getting up at six and running or something was an absolute nightmare.
"Then can you imagine that I cook and cook breakfast for myself?"
"... I remember that you cooked once three years ago and destroyed the kitchen of my rental house. We were kicked out by the landlord and made homeless in the middle of the night."
"Hmm." Lin Shiheng smiled indifferently: "My skill in frying the kitchen hasn't subsided, it's just cooking porridge."
"Although it's a pity that I can't cook by myself, but it's okay, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen."
The corners of Chen Hao's mouth twitched, but looking at the smiling friend in front of him who was obviously very satisfied with the current situation, he still cooperated very incompetently: "Since the gentleman is far away from the kitchen, you still cook porridge."
"Gentleman Yuanpao Chef is Mencius's praise of King Xuan of Qi for not being able to bear to kill. It doesn't mean that the gentleman does not cook. I just cook porridge. What does it have to do with Yuanpao Chef?"
Chen Hao: "..."
Now not only is the corner of his mouth twitching, but even the corner of his eye is twitching.
"Where did you see this, don't tell me this is also what you dreamed of."
"Ah, these aren't."
Lin Shiheng got up, picked up the book on the bedside table, patted it cherishly, and handed it to him.
"This is "Mencius". I just finished it. I saw it from the inside. If you like it, you can take it and read it."
"There are a lot of good truths in this. After reading it, I really figured out a lot about the past."
Chen Hao took the book with dull eyes.
Turning two pages, he was in a trance.
"Brother... This seems to be traditional Chinese characters, with classical Chinese... "
"After all, it is an ancient book. Of course, you can only feel it if you read the original version. Do you want to read the vernacular version? I don't have it here, but there are a lot of people in the group I added that are interested in this aspect, or I will help you. Buy a vernacular version, or you can read this first and ask me if you don’t understand anything.”,
"No, no, no, no!!"
Chen Hao waved his hands again and again, and put the book in his hand back into Lin Shiheng's arms: "It's not that you don't know that my liberal arts have not been very good, and memorizing lines is enough to cause trouble, but you can bypass me!"
Lin Shiheng smiled good-naturedly, cherished the book and put it away in the drawer.
Chen Hao looked at his expression of kissing the book more than his own mother, and felt a chill, "Are you sure you're really all right? Before, you would rather do pull-ups than read a book."
"I used to think that reading books was meaningless. Recently, because of the need for treatment, all the Internet around me has been cut off. Of course, reading books has a different feeling."
Lin Shiheng put the book away and sat back, with that gentle smile on his face, the smiling Chen Hao was horrified.
"Are you really my brother? You are not being worn by some ancient person!"
The handsome face sitting across from him slightly raised his face, and pointed at the corner of his mouth: "Zibuyu is weird."
"Oh my god!"
Chen Hao was about to shake his goosebumps.
"Can you talk well, I always feel like I'm talking to an ancient person, it's weird."
"It's just a different way of life, and your ability to accept it has dropped significantly."
Lin Shiheng finished speaking in a positive tone, as if he suddenly thought of something, and added: "Actually, you are right in saying that I am an ancient person. According to the doctor's words, I do have the influence of Yi Qing in my body now."
"But as you said before, it's just a fictional character. Since it's fictional, it means that it never existed, and there are no ancient people and modern people."
Chen Hao was stunned, but fortunately, he was soon spared with his strong sense of responsibility towards his brother.
"He is an ancient person in the script. Although you say it's fine, but I don't think it's normal. Brother, let's take medicine and treat it honestly."
Lin Shiheng's expression remained unchanged, but he still used the manner that made people feel very comfortable when he saw it, and stretched out his hand and pushed the teacup to Chen Hao's hand.
"He was created, and I am the only one who interprets him, whether on the Internet or in people's memory, Yi Qing is me, I am Yi Qing, just like Zhuang Sheng Mengdie, is it Zhouzhuang Mengdie, or Butterfly Dream Zhouzhuang, who can tell these things clearly, since Yi Qing is me, and Lin Shiheng is also me, why do you have to be so clear about it."
Chen Hao has been fooled.
As I said before, his liberal arts have never been very good, let alone reading classical Chinese, what Lin Shiheng said to him was enough to turn his head away.
"But, but you don't treat it. What if it gets serious in the future? You forgot the news that the foreign star had depression before!"
"Didn't Qiaoqiao say it? That's the character's own problem. I will pay more attention to the script selection in the future, and try to choose a good character to avoid this kind of problem."
"But, but..."
"By the way, I have learned to play the guzheng during this time. Do you want to listen to it? After I learn it, I will play it for a while every day. I feel that my mind has calmed down and it is very effective. If you are interested, I will teach you Introduced to you by my teacher."
Chen Hao: "...No."
If I remember correctly, that Yi Qing is especially good at playing the guzheng.
"I remember that you didn't know how to play the guzheng before. During the filming, the director specially found a teacher who can play the guzheng to teach you gestures."
Lin Shiheng smiled and stopped, slowly put down his hand, raised his eyes and smiled, a gentle gentleman.
"Yes, the Guzheng teacher I am looking for is the one from the crew. He is a very good teacher."
Immediately after the guzheng teacher left the set, Lin Shiheng complained to him that the old-fashioned teacher seemed to have come from ancient times. He glared at him with a pair of eyes if he didn't make the right move, and wished he could roll up his sleeves. The look of being beaten up.
It's only been a few months, and you've become a good teacher
Sure enough, it's crazy.
Chen Hao tremblingly recalled the guzheng sound he heard just now. Although he felt that his brother was crazy, he had to say that Lin Shiheng played really well, and he couldn't tell that he only studied for a few months.
At this moment, his crazy brother is still looking at him with anticipation and restraint, "How is it?"
Chen Hao clapped his hands and gave a rainbow fart: "It sounds good, it's very good, brother, you play really well!"
Lin Shiheng lowered his head and smiled with satisfaction, looking very embarrassed.
Just when Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly said: "The song I played just now is about the broad mountains and rivers, its meaning..."
His voice is very nice, warm and magnetic, as if it contains infinite tenderness, and his words are more orderly and unhurried.
It is commonly known that the ear can get pregnant.
But in Chen Hao's ears, all the words were turned into two words.
blah blah blah blah…
blah blah blah blah blah…
He bowed his head in pain, and could hardly be loved.
It's like returning to the pain of listening to Chinese classes in high school.
The teacher is talking very seriously, and he is listening very carefully, but he doesn't understand a word! !
If Lin Shiheng did this before, he would have slapped him on the back of the head long ago, but now facing such a Lin *unhealthy* thinking that he is Yi Qing*heng, Chen Hao relied on his brother's words. The friendship survived.
He endured until Lin Shiheng was satisfied and finished speaking, he coughed lightly, trying his best to keep his expression normal.
"Then now, apart from getting up in the morning for a run, cooking by yourself, and loving reading, is there anything else different than learning to play the guzheng?"
Under the sun, the man who looked more and more handsome frowned slightly and shook his head gently.
Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
Okay, still his brother!
But just to be on the safe side, he asked again, "Those from the Yiqing Club, such as swordsmanship, chess, and medical skills, don't you know that, right?"
Lin Shiheng shook his head, and when Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at him with gratitude.
"You reminded me, I'm Yi Qing, how can I not do this."
Chen Hao's smile gradually stiffened: "What, what??"
"Practicing the guzheng every day recently is indeed a bit boring, so I will practice what you just said in the future."
Chen Hao: "..."
It's okay, it's okay.
He worked hard to hypnotize himself, even if his brother's brain was abnormal, that was his brother.
"By the way, I've been running for two hours every morning, and I feel a lot more energetic. Don't you always feel weak? Why don't we go together?"
Chen Hao: "..."
You go, you are not my brother...
Just when he was in a trance, Lin Shiheng picked up his mobile phone, sat behind him, and snapped a group photo.
"Now that you have recovered, let's tell the fans, it's not good for them to worry."
Chen Hao didn't react a bit: "You tell the fans to shoot yourself, what do you shoot me for?"
"Let you help me forward it."
Lin *ancient* Shi* Ruyu Young Master* Heng used the most standard sitting posture to sit upright, and his slender fingertips skillfully pointed to and from the screen.
"The assistant said that I haven't appeared for a long time. Most of the fans are probably zombie fans. It happened that you were here. By the way, help me bring the atmosphere."
Although this is not polite at all, it is not so immortal and not like a living person. Chen Hao didn't see you helping me with the disgusting nagging, but he picked up the phone very honestly in his hand. , intends to forward a wave to him.
As a result, as soon as I opened the photo, what I saw was the appearance of my own face that was photographed as a big cake.
Although the facial features are still handsome, the big cake face is enough to let him directly break the power.
Looking at Lin Shiheng at the back, he put his face to the back very deliberately, it seemed that he was very energetic despite his small face.
In a word: the contrast is tragic.
This is the familiar way to start.
Familiar Tricky Prank.
Chen Hao burst out, slapped his palm down and gave his friend a chestnut on the back of his head.
"What the hell, why did you become Yi Qing or this shit!!"
The face was irritable, but the heart was completely relaxed.
The sea can be dry, the stone can be rotten, and Lin Shiheng's mischief will not change.
Even if he became Yi Qing, he changed his personality.
That's his brother too!