The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 1 Little Brother Yue Longgang
The first snow in 2002 came earlier than before.

Peking, HD District Second Hospital, Department of Psychiatry.

"The Taoist smiled but didn't answer. He stepped forward with his right foot and stepped down slowly. After a while, everyone raised his leg, and everyone saw a footprint about an inch deep on the bluestone road..."

This is a clip of Wang Chuyi's iron-footed town in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Dr. Yang was spitting all over the place, explaining vividly and vividly, which was particularly fascinating.

Huo Yunting, who was sitting in front of him, closed his eyes and listened with great concentration.

Doctor Yang's voice echoed in the old office, Huo Yunting closed his eyes and leaned quietly on the chair, neither happy nor sad.

"Slippery"

After a long time, Huo Yunting slowly opened his eyes while Dr. Yang was sipping his tea.

The young man has just passed his twenties, and his facial features are sharp and angular, but now there is a little more depth and stagnation in his eyes that does not belong to this age.

This disease is strange to say, maybe he is the only one in the whole world.As long as he heard the story, the picture would come alive before his eyes.

He has long forgotten when this disease haunted him, but as time went by, the disease became more and more serious, and it even developed to the point where he would unknowingly substitute himself into it in the past few years.

If not, he would not have dropped out of high school and came to Peiping to seek a cure.

Just like in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" just now, he is Chu Yi, the iron-footed fairy king, and Peng Lianhu's face suddenly changed when he was shocked by his feet.

The tension and excitement in my heart, the thousands of turns and turns in my emotions, are still lingering.

And this is the result of him gradually learning to control his heart after the doctor's treatment.

Otherwise, in the past, it would not be able to slow down for a few days.

"Huh... Doctor Yang, I feel much better this time."

After taking a sip of hot tea, old man Yang said with a smile: "That's right, it seems that it's the right way to let you be a group performer."

"The more you play, the more you can tell the difference between reality and illusion, and over time you will develop resistance. In a few years, you should be able to completely control your thoughts and not be affected by the story."

"Doctor Yang, I have caused you trouble these days."

Standing up, Huo Yunting respectfully made a clasped fist salute.

"You're being polite, it's not like you didn't give me a reward." Yang Guohua glanced at the fruits on the table and said with a smile.

He knew that this kid was from the Lian family, so he wasn't too surprised by this rare fist-cup ceremony.

"Anyway, thank you."

My family knows my own affairs, Yang Guohua is an expert in spirituality, and the registration fee is not low.

Huo Yunting, a North Piao boy, earns a few hundred yuan a month, and even selling his kidneys can't afford continuous treatment for more than a year.

It was Yang Guohua who was very curious about the disease and treated it as research, so he was given free treatment all the time.

There is nothing in return, he can only bring some fruit every time he comes, as a little expression of his heart.

The two chatted about their condition for a while, and Yang Guohua told him some precautions and some research experience, and told him not to come again in the future.

After Huo Yunting left, Yang Guohua put his feet on the table and let out a long sigh, "It's a big loss, I haven't researched anything after a year of research."

"If I continue to treat him, I will die. Let him fend for himself. Anyway, I am completely benevolent."

……

The winter in Beiping is very cold, the wind is like a blade, and the face hurts from shaving. Cheap down jackets can't resist the cold at all.

After leaving the hospital, Huo Yunting put his hands in his pockets and walked forward with his neck shrunk.

Walked two streets with ease, turned seven turns and eight turns, and got into a hot pot restaurant.

As soon as he entered the door, the hot air rushed to his face, penetrated into the shirt along the neck seam, and passed over his body, which made him feel much warmer for a while.

"Yeah! Brother Yun is here, what do you want to eat?"

Facing him, a chubby sixteen or seventeen-year-old with a soup pot greeted him.

"Two bottles of beer, fish pot." Huo Yunting said with a sigh of relief.

This store used to be the place where he first came to work in Beiping. A month ago, he resigned from his job as a group performer after listening to Yang Guohua's advice for medical treatment.

The fat man's name is Yue Longgang. He came here a few months ago and followed him for a while. He is honest and hardworking.

Because he often came here for medical treatment, he would occasionally come over for a meal, so the two of them became acquainted after coming and going.

He found a random table and sat down, within 2 minutes, Yue Longgang put two bottles of beer on the table.

"Brother, I'm a bit busy today, so drink first, I have to wait for the fish fillet pot haha."

"It's okay, go ahead, I'm in no hurry."

With two 'pops', Huo Yunting lifted the lid of the beer with his chopsticks, and after taking a big gulp, he felt much better.

A bottle of beer hadn't bottomed out yet, and there were quarrels in the box.

The hot pot restaurant is not big, there are only two private rooms, both in the lobby.Not far away, Huo Yunting heard cursing inside and Yue Longgang's continuous apologies.

Hearing the voice getting more and more intense, Huo Yunting got up and went over, and glanced through the half-closed door, four or five young men were still swearing.

With red eyes and tears rolling down his face, Yue Longgang kept bowing and apologizing.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm a bit busy today, I made a mistake in remembering the wrong number, I'm just asking for these two extra bottles of wine."

"My buddy can't afford the money, right? Do you need it?"

"Then I'll pay for it myself." The aggrieved Yue Long just replied.

I apologized, and the food fee was waived, but these people were still relentless, and the clay figurine was still a bit angry, let alone a young man who was just in the middle of puberty.

"Fuck!"

"You're quite arrogant, isn't that the service attitude of your store?"

"Let me tell you, I won't give you a penny for today's meal!"

"I can't even count them, why don't you die!"

"boom!"

Kicking the door open, Huo Yunting stood at the door without saying a word, and the room was suddenly silent.

Then several pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

"Yun, brother Yun, what... are you still there? Did you resign?"

Huo Yunting frowned, and said, "Check out, get out."

He was very impressed with this group of people, and it was not the first time for this group of grandchildren to order the wrong dishes.He had encountered exactly the same thing as Yue Longgang when he was working in a hotpot restaurant.

He is from Cangzhou, Hebei, from Huojiazhuang, and he is famous for his boxing skills.Not to mention that Cangzhou is originally the hometown of martial arts. I dare not say that there are all martial arts in the world, but there are also differences.

He was not as good-tempered as Yue Longgang, who practiced martial arts since he was a child, so he directly turned back.Just about to start, these bastards turned the table over.

The final solution was that the money for a table of dishes was deducted from his salary, and he did it for nothing for half a month.

Not idle, he found a steel pipe that night, followed Whistle all the way to the small alley, and sent several people to the hospital for a few days.

This group of grandsons remained stubborn, and after he was discharged from the hospital, they found a few people to block him on his way home from get off work.

That night, he hit eight.

They haven't been in the store since.

A month ago, he resigned to become a group performer, and he met these bastards at Bayi Film and Television Base and Qingfengyuan every now and then.Seeing him, these few all ran away.

"Okay brother, now pay the bill."

Collecting money, paying the bill, and leaving, the actions are done in one go, without any confusion.

"Brother Yun, thank you so much." Yue Longgang wiped away the tears from his eyes.

"Man, what are you crying about? Clean up and get to work." Patting him on the shoulder, Huo Yunting turned and went back to drink. At this moment, the fish pot was brought up by another waiter.

After a while, after eating the fish pot and drinking the wine, Huo Yunting got up and walked out of the shop, fine snowflakes fell.

The cold wind rustled, scraping Huo Yunting's skin along the gaps in his clothes, causing goose bumps all over his body, and the heat from the fish pot was also blown away.

Let's run for a while.

About half an hour later, Huo Yunting, who was trotting all the way, came to the gate of Beiping Film Studio.

Although it was already afternoon, there were still dozens of people gathered at the gate of Beijing Film Studio.

They are all group performers waiting to be picked up.

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