Salted Fish Doesn’t Want To Work Hard Anymore

Chapter 16

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Under Fang Lin's meal of chicken soup, Meng Jinyu's expression now is very exciting.

Freezing in a kind of interval between "whatever this is okay" and "seems to make sense".

"You..." He looked at Fang Lin, but after "you" for a long time, he couldn't find what to say, and his face was about to turn red.

"What's wrong with me?" Fang Lin pointed his teeth sharply, compared with the speechless beautiful boy in front of him, he looked like a vicious villain who was not easy to provoke, "And why did you come to my face? I didn't snatch it your role."

Probably Meng Jinyu stopped Fang Lin just because he was angry for a while, without thinking about the consequences. In the end, he was poured a pot of chicken soup and was still speechless. His expression now seemed a little aggrieved.

He held back for a while, finally bit his lip, put on his sunglasses again, and walked away angrily.

Although Meng Jinyu's figure and appearance were not worth mentioning, Fang Lin just felt that the other party looked like a puffer fish when he was mad at him.

He suddenly understood why his benefactor was willing to spend money for him.

He became popular at a young age, almost still a child at heart, arrogant and self-willed, but at least his mind is easy to guess, and everything is written on his face.

Maybe some people like this type of it.

But what does Meng Jinyu come to his company for

Fang Lin remembered that the other party's company was quite well-behaved and not a monster company, and it was not bad for him.

It can't be that he wants to jump job suddenly. Although the resources of Hui Yao's top artists are not bad, the risk of rushing in is still too great.

Not to mention not going through the front door...

Fang Lin felt that he had a vague guess.

But guesses are guesses after all, and we dare not jump to conclusions without evidence.

Fang Lin didn't take it seriously and left the company.

As he was walking under the scorching sun, he was just about to go back when his phone vibrated slightly, and a text message popped up.

is the bank card information.

Fang Lin was slightly taken aback. The brand that Duan Changke gave last time was indeed very straightforward, but he had just made up his mind, and now he has paid the first deposit to the company. The rest of the money was sent to myself.

Even though it was just a deposit, even if Hailin took part of it according to the artist contract, the amount that arrived still left Fang Lin speechless.

He stood there for a while, then took a taxi to go in the opposite direction.

Senhai Hospital is located in the outskirts of this city, covering a large area with complete supporting facilities.

It took Fang Lin more than an hour to get here by taxi from the city without much traffic jam. The driver was a chatterbox along the way. When he heard that he was coming here, he first glanced at the passenger in the rearview mirror, and then said, young man, is there any family here

He nodded and said yes.

The driver sighed: "The treatment fee here is very high, right? But I heard that the reputation is very good, much better than those fake private schools that fool people, but it's best not to get sick..."

Fang Lin was not in the mood to chat all the time, so he replied casually, and the taxi driver stopped asking.

He got out of the car, walked into the gate of the hospital, and walked to a certain treatment area in the depths with ease.

Behind the fountain surrounded by green plants is a low-rise building similar to a bungalow. This kind of hospital has always had good privacy, and it is also very considerate in terms of care and service.

Fang Lin walked to the door of one of the houses, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Grandma, it's me."

Soon, a woman who looked like a nurse came over and opened the door, pushing an old man behind her, and raised her head when she heard the sound.

Her expression looked a little dull, as if she hadn't recognized who it was.

But Fang Lin got used to it, and he wasn't sad at all. He squatted down with a smile, his eyes were brighter than ever, he took the old man's hand, and spoke very slowly, as if reminding her to remember: " It's me, Linlin is back."

With an unreserved, coquettish gesture like lying on the lap of an old man when he was a child, he said, "Do you remember?"

The old man lightly touched Fang Lin's soft hair along with his movements, and the memory began to loosen a little, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, which didn't look abrupt on his wrinkled face, but had a kind of The innocence of returning to the basics to carve.

She bent down slowly, took out a small box from the corner, opened it, and handed it to Fang Lin: "Linlin quickly take it, the ice cream money grandma saved for you."

Fang Lin knew that the memory of grandma today was about fifteen years ago.

He stretched out his hand to roll up the outdated banknotes handed over by the old man, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, then don't tell my mother."

Alzheimer's is a common disease in the elderly, as are malignant tumors.

Even the stacking of the two terms is nothing new.

About a year or two ago, my grandmother's memory had not declined significantly, nor had the invasion of tumor cells.

She used to forget the present time only briefly, but gradually began to regress back to the previous days as time passed.

Fang Lin sometimes guides her when chatting with her to see what time she is now.

She lives in her own world for a long time. When she is awake, she will tell the nurse that her grandson is a very powerful star and she is very busy every day. She just needs to cooperate with the treatment with peace of mind. Sometimes I don’t remember the time, and I would stand at the door and wait anxiously for him to come back. As long as I heard his voice, I would touch his head, and then I would take out my private money from every corner and stuff it in his hand. Let him buy snacks to eat.

Another disease is the same, Fang Lin sometimes feels that the tumor is like a kind of despair with dull pain, it gives you enough time to say goodbye, it is so gentle that it can cover up the cruel fact.

Because there is no opportunity for surgery, after the dose of radiotherapy has reached the highest level, the next step is a long period of drug chemotherapy.

The major public hospitals in the city can naturally do it, but everyone there is too busy, and the interval between chemotherapy is always very long. Usually, patients need to be discharged from the hospital on their own, and wait until the next cycle begins before re-queuing to return to the hospital. Almost every month A hectic turnaround is required.

Of course, the most important thing is that it is always difficult to deal with a somewhat special patient like her.

Later, Fang Lin transferred her to Senhai, and found the best nursing environment. She doesn't need to be discharged from the hospital during the intermission of treatment, and she can stay here for recuperation all the time.

It's just that a small amount has to be crossed off every month.

He used to be able to run small theater groups and small variety shows with familiar faces, and his expenses were not large, but he could barely afford it. It's just that after he chose to renew his contract with the company in his previous life, he couldn't receive anything. In the end, he had no choice but to put Grandma took it back.

The old man who suddenly changed his environment was not very comfortable, his mood fluctuated greatly, and his body was already at the end of his strength, so he couldn't survive the winter in the end.

Thinking back to this point, Fang Lin was silent for a moment before suppressing the emotion in his eyes.

Fang Lin chatted with the old man for a long time. After a while, he said, "I was not punished to copy the text today."

It wasn't until the old man was coaxed to fall asleep with a smile, that he came out of the inner room, communicated with the nurses at Senhai Hospital, and asked her how she was doing in the past few days.

"Although sometimes I will recognize me as you and insist on giving me pocket money," the nurse smiled at him, "but the spirit and diet are not bad, and I basically don't wake up at night."

Speaking of this, the nurse remembered that when Fang Lin came last time, she mentioned that she had to be transferred to another hospital. She knew that the cost here was high, but she hesitated and said: "Mr. , I suggest not to transfer to another hospital..."

"No more." Fang Lin replied quickly, "I didn't think clearly at the time, sorry."

"There shouldn't be any major financial problems. If you need anything, you can call me. It's fine."

The nurse doesn't care about the news, and she doesn't know much about the young people's world. She only knows that the old man has only one relative, and according to the old man, he seems to be a starlet. But she asked about her child, and it seems that she is not well-known.

She doesn't know how such a young child has been supporting so many years of expensive treatment and nursing expenses, but sometimes she feels a little distressed when thinking about it, and she will be more attentive to the elderly.

When grandma woke up from her short sleep, Fang Lin had dinner with her in the evening sunset.

The old man is in a good mood, and her timeline in memory has changed back to the present, which is a rare sober time.

The nurse went to wash the dishes, and Fang Lin turned on the TV for her. Halfway through, the old man suddenly thought of something and asked seriously, "Linlin, when will the TV you mentioned last time be broadcast?"

Fang Lin was taken aback for a moment before he remembered that he was so excited to tell his grandmother about this promise when he had just received the audition for "Gentle Moonlight".

I didn't expect that I didn't get the role later, and even asked her to transfer to another hospital for financial reasons, and went around, and now it's back to this time.

He smiled with emotion: "Hurry up, we're shooting."

Now he has really received it, and he really doesn't need to be transferred.

Grandma smiled happily and clapped her hands all the time, saying that Linlin is a big star, work is important in the future, and if she is busy, she doesn't have to come and see her all the time.

When the sky darkened, she urged Fang Lin to leave, telling him to rest well and go back to sleep, otherwise it would not look good on camera in the future.

When Fang was about to leave, the old man escorted him outside the pavilion.

When grandma was not paying attention, he secretly stuffed the banknotes back again, and then said goodbye to her.

Grandma held his hand in the moonlight as he left.

There was a reassuring warmth in the old man's hands, and she kept repeating: "Linlin, don't be too busy, take a rest when you are tired, big stars can't suffer."

Fang Lin kept nodding to her, and said with a smile, "Okay, I won't suffer any more from now on."

It was still early when he took the return taxi.

Tao Le sent him the itinerary. The scenes in Group A are relatively tight recently. As Group B, he can return to the set later, but he will stay for a long time after returning.

He has now completely severed his relationship with the original company. Before leaving, he poured Meng Jinyu a meal of chicken soup. Now that his grandmother is fine, he really wants to join the filming team and has new announcements to answer.

Fang Lin raised his head and glanced out the car window. The moon was round and the night wind was cool.

Everything is familiar, yet brand new.

Someone gave him all this, even though he didn't even know what the other party's purpose was.

Fang Lin felt a half free and half strange emotion in his heart.

It doesn't matter whether you take a shortcut or get something for nothing.

want to change. Want to be different from before.

He just wanted the role and the money.

So he doesn't mind being a bedmate whose body only counts, or a shameless, bred canary.

So he tried his best to put this relationship into practice, so that he could feel at ease.

Even though he is very different from Duan Changke.

He took out his phone, paused with his fingertips on the screen, and opened the social software.

This time I didn't bring any fancy emoticons, but simply sent a message.

"President Duan, are you in the apartment?"

The taxi goes through the tunnel, the moon is obscured.

Then get something for nothing, Fang Lin thought, he doesn't want to suffer anymore.