The Her That Is So Charming

Ruan Yan woke up very early, she woke up before dawn.

She tried to move her leg, and she was much better after applying the medicine yesterday.

The outside nurse heard the noise and ran in and asked her if she was going to the bathroom. She could help her.

Ruan Yan nodded: "Help me take a cane, and I will walk out on my own."

The nurse found her out, and Ruan Yan walked out with her support. When I got to the emergency room, the light inside was on.

Lu Boliang was wearing a white coat, sitting inside, still flipping through a complicated neurosurgery book in his hand.

He raised his eyes and closed the book. "Wake up so early?"

"Wake up early without you." Ruan Yan asked him, "Did that little girl come yesterday?"

"Not yet."

Ruan Yan moved forward with a cane.

Seeing her movements, Lu Boliang asked her helplessly: "Why did you get this one? You just suffered an ordinary fall yesterday."

Ruan Yan's eyes flashed: "Get your sympathy, so if you look at me, you might feel that I am pitiful again."

Lu Boliang smiled, there was nothing he could do with her.

Ruan Yan continued, walking over with a cane. When the car drove over yesterday, she hid herself on a pile of rocks next to her. She seemed to bleed a lot and was fainted by a fall. But in fact, most of them were just bruises and no bones were moved.

Ruan Yan asked him, "Can I be discharged from the hospital."

"should be."

Ruan Yan let out a cry.

Her mood has calmed down after a night of precipitation.

The sky outside gradually turned white, and the light came in gently from the window.

Lu Boliang's outline is also clearly illuminated, together with the scar.

They just sat quietly facing each other in the light and shadow, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Ruan Yan blinked, not knowing why, at the moment when the morning light broke, she suddenly asked, asking the sentence that she hadn't dared to ask three years ago: "Does it hurt?"

"What?" He was stunned.

"I said, your throat." She moved her fingers.

"It doesn't hurt." He shook his head.

"Really?"

"Um."

"But Lu Boliang, I can't help but feel guilty."

Ruan Yan's right hand was secretly pinching the crutches next to him, not daring to look at him:

"You don't know, I will dream of you many nights after you leave the country. I dreamed that you were a living person who fell in front of me like that, covered in blood. Every time I got up from my dream, I would endure it. I can’t help but think, what I should have endured, it should have been me..."

"Ruan Yan."

This was the first time Lu Boliang had interrupted Ruan Yan after he had known her for so many years. He called her name.

"I have never felt any pain. Really. Especially this year, when I was in a clinic in Pingshui Town, when the news of the premiere of "Liang Sheng Hua" was shown on the lobby TV, I just sat there and saw You stood on the stage refreshedly. Do you know what I was thinking?"

Ruan Yan shook his head lightly.

"I'm thinking, okay, okay, I replaced you at that time."

The light in the medical room flickered, and after a moment of darkness, it returned to light.

Lu Boliang Qingjun's profile was extinguished in the light and shadow, his face was as gentle as before, saying:

"I mean, my attitude towards this thing has always been: Rejoice. Rejoice that I did this extremely right thing in the first place."

Ruan Yan's eyes were blank, and she blinked in response to the light that had just been extinguished.

She opened her mouth, trying to say something, and found that no matter what she said, compared with his light wind Jiyue, her words seemed too pale and too weak.

It was him who was injured.

It was her who escaped the catastrophe.

It is him who chooses not to care anymore.

She is still the one who is always sorrowing.

Even at the end of the reunion, she could only say the most useless sentence: "Thank you."

Thank you, Lu Boliang.

When I was about to end my life in the Three Gorges, I appeared;

When I was the most confused and troubled in my life, tell me, go and repeat, to see the same scenery;

When I was threatened with a knife, I did not hesitate to save me.

...

She got up from the bed on crutches and smiled at him.

How can she cry when she meets such a good and such a good person, to laugh.

Lu Boliang watched her skillful crutches and sighed: "Stop acting, you can be discharged from the hospital, Miss Ruan."

"I don't care." She smiled and tilted her head.

"good."

When she walked to the door, she suddenly turned around and asked him:

"If it wasn't me who was kidnapped that day, but someone else, would you change it too?"

He fixedly looked at her: "No."

She held her breath, "Why?"

"If it's someone else, I'll deal with the criminal calmly. To comfort him, hold him steady, and then do everything possible to delay and wait for the police to arrive." He looked at her and said, "I will also cherish my life."

Ruan Yan looked at him, his eyes were as deep as Qiutan. In the end, she was defeated by the last four words in his words.

She took a step back and said in a low voice: "Lu Boliang, why are you so good? So good that I think you were right to reject me at the beginning."

Not good enough for you.

real.

Ruan Yan closed the door and exited, just in time to meet Shen Jin standing in the corridor.

His eyes ran into her.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

How long has he been listening here?

Ruan Yan first looked away, "Why are you here."

"I'm here to find Uncle San." Shen Jin finished speaking and added, "Don't worry, it's not here to pester you."

Ruan Yan hummed faintly and said, "You can go in."

Then she slowly left on crutches.

Shen Jin moved his lips, trying to call her name, but he felt a choking in his throat, and she wouldn't bother if he called.

He couldn't help but looked back at her back, and moved away when he wanted to take a look, but he couldn't help staring at her all the time.

Until she watched her slender back disappear completely in the corridor.

He suddenly realized that she really didn't even look back once...

Shen Jin laughed mockingly, retracted his gaze, and unscrewed the doorknob.

Lu Boliang was slightly surprised when he saw Shen Jin, "Why are you here?"

Shen Jin twitched the corners of his mouth: "You and her are really alike, even when you see me, the reaction is the same. With such a tacit understanding, it seems that I am really superfluous."

Lu Boliang frowned and didn't understand.

"Forget it, I won't tell you this." Shen Jin took a document out of his pocket and handed it to Lu Boliang's desk, single-handedly, "Your **** friend Zhou Zijue wants to kill Ruan Yan."

"What's the matter?" Lu Boliang's expression sank, and he opened the file bag.

"Ruan Yan's car accident has something to do with him." Shen Jin put his hand in his pocket, his face grim, "I asked Xiang Zhou to ask the crew of the crew. Although the shooting method was proposed by the assistant director, this driver had been with Zhou Zijue the day before. After half a day's phone call, what do you mean by this."

Lu Boliang looked at the detailed call records of the two people recorded on the file, and his expression became more and more green.

"Three uncles, you and the Zhou family's broken siblings, whether you want to repay your gratitude or repay the debt, or keep your promises or something, I don't bother to ask, but he Zhou Zi should never touch Ruan Yan. I'll just say one thing. talk."

Shen Jin stretched out his hand and tapped his clean knuckles on the table twice.

"If I kill him, don't go to the old man to protect him."

Lu Boliang's gaze was still focused on the document sheet, his face calm and silent.

Shen Jin suddenly thought of the summit that he had attended before. Chen Mingfa was on the stage, speaking in a dialect, what kind of blind fish, foolish fish he was talking about.

He glanced at Lu Boliang and thought, Chen Mingfa's broken fish pond should raise another kind of fish, bighead fish.

Take advantage of being kidnapped by morality.

After Ruan Yan returned from the emergency room, she returned to the ward with a cane. Fang Bai is not here today. She wants to pack her things early and prepare to go through the discharge procedures.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered, I saw Zhou Zijue.

Zhou Zijue was still carrying a fruit basket in his hand. Seeing Ruan Yan's cane, he waved the fruit basket at her: "Come and visit you."

Seeing that her emotions were not ups and downs, she glanced at the crutches she was holding, and exclaimed, "Is it so badly hurt?"

Ruan Yan said.

"It's okay, I'll take sick leave for you, you have a good rest, we wait for you to come back." Zhou Zijue put down the fruit basket.

Ruan Yan looked at his pie and wanted to say don’t pretend, aren’t you tired, but she swallowed it back, "No sick leave, I will be discharged from the hospital today. If I don’t film my scene, I will go to see Lily. Sister and Jiang Cheng’s rival scene."

Zhou Zijue looked at her, but was taken aback: "Are you going to continue shooting?"

"Yes, I can't afford to pay the eight-figure penalty." Ruan Yan twitched.

Zhou Zijue glanced at her weak face on crutches, and smiled meaningfully, "Yes, you are welcome to return to the group anytime."

"Welcome, Director Xie, then I will go through the discharge procedures first. Are you going to...?"

"I'm going to see Bo Liang."

Ruan Yan nodded: "Okay, Dao Zhou will do it yourself."

After speaking, she limped out of the door on crutches.

Zhou Zijue put down the fruit basket and walked to the emergency room after she left.

However, as soon as he walked out of the door, he didn't take a few steps before he was dragged into the empty ward next to him.

He was unprepared, the collar of his shirt was grabbed by someone, and he was squeezed to death.

Only the sound of the ward door being locked.

The next second, his collar was loosened, and then he was kicked on his back and hit the ground.

That kick was really kicking, and he hadn't been relieved yet, and he was kicked on his front belly again, and his internal organs were about to be grouped together in pain.

"Zhou Zi is absolutely right?"

Shen Jin's feet pressed firmly against his stomach, and Zhou Zijue took a breath of pain when he tried harder, "Who are you?"

Shen Jin ignored his nonsense question at all, and directly raised his hand, grabbed an infusion bottle next to it, and slammed the bottle on the table.

The sharp glass shattered all over the floor, and the glass splashed on Zhou Zijue's face, causing him to breathe in pain.

Shen Jin grabbed the mouth of the bottle, and the spiked bottle hung on top of Zhou Zijue's head. He said gloomily:

"Don't worry about who I am, you don't deserve to know. I'll warn you, if you dare to move Ruan Yan again, I will keep the most exciting drama you have directed in your life, which is your own tragic history of life."

Zhou Zijue frowned, gritted his teeth, and Shen Jin stomped on his stomach. He was too painful to say a word, and he did not dare to struggle. He was afraid of Shen Jin's impulse, and the pointed glass bottle went to him. Poked in the temple...

It wasn't until the pain that the whole person had scalp numb and was about to lose consciousness, Shen Jin took his feet away from him.

"Rubbish."

Shen Jin glanced at him in disgust and closed the door of the ward fiercely.

The door of the ward was opened.

A pair of black leather shoes stepped in.

Shen Chongli opened his black trench coat and sat on the side of the hospital bed. He looked at Song Yemei who was lying on the bed, and sneered: "Awesome Song Yemei. I just learned today that I have beaten you many times before and beat you to the stomach. Convulsions."

Song Yemei was covered in the quilt with only one pair of eyes exposed, looking at him weakly.

"It's less **** pretense, who is disgusting." Shen Chongli opened her quilt, and she screamed in surprise.

"Why, still acting?" Shen Chongli searched on the bed, "Let me see if there is any recorder hidden this time..."

Song Ye's eyebrows trembled, "No, I don't have any recorders."

Shen Chongli glanced at the blank sheet and sneered: "Don't waste your effort. You still do it like this. Do you think your parents are willing to let you get a divorce? What if you get divorced even if you make a big deal? Your ID, passport, identity , You are all controlled by your parents. If you don’t marry me, your parents will stuff you to other people. Next time you encounter a real domestic violence, I see what you do."

Song Yemei said, "Disgusting."

"What are you talking about?" Shen Chongli's face sank.

"You are disgusting, your Shen family is disgusting, Song family is also disgusting, this trash circle is disgusting." Song Ye frowned.

"The Shen family is disgusting, do you still want to seduce Shen Jin?" Shen Chongli looked at her disdainfully.

Song Yemei turned over, turned her back to him, and couldn't see her expression clearly: "Speaking of Shen Jin, if he knew what happened back then, would you say you would be retaliated by him?"

Shen Chongli's entire face was completely chilled: "Dare you?"

"Do you think I dare?" She was clearly talking about stubborn flowers, but she shrank into a ball.

Shen Chongli walked over, pulled the person back, and pinched her chin. The drip needle in her hand was struggling, rubbing his fingertips, and the blood began to flow back. He gloomily warned her, "You'd better Keep everything you know, otherwise, I want you to die with your Song family."

Song Yemei struggled, kicking over the drip shelf. The infusion bottle rolled on the ground without breaking.

She sucked in pain and hissed.

Shen Chongli glanced at her, knowing that it really hurt her, let go of her hand, shaken it, and left.

After arriving at the door, Shen Chongli glanced at the nurse in the distance, "Go in and show the woman, the needle fell."

He left after speaking.

Hearing the sound, Song Yemei quickly got up from the bed, and she locked the door of the ward.

A nurse came and knocked on the door, "Miss Song, I'll come over and give you a new needle."

"Wait a minute, I'll put on my clothes." Song Yemei spoke softly, but his voice was uncontrollable dumb.

The nurse was taken aback. The man who left just now... actually so...

Is it scary?

I really beat my wife...

Song Yemei picked up the infusion bottle on the ground, then quickly pulled out the pinhole monitoring she had hidden in the infusion bottle cover, put it under the pillow, and then got up to open the door.

She raised her hand slightly and stroked her messy hair to her ears, the bleeding pinholes on the back of her hands were garishly red.

She smiled helplessly, with tears in the corners of her eyes:

"Sorry, I just cleaned myself up... Please, be considerate of me, I just want to retain my final dignity..."