The Little Stalker of the Paranoid Big Guy is Turned Over

Holding back his smile, Feng Zhe coughed, "Am I going out to wait for you?"

I fuck? !

Xian Yu's heart shed two broad faces, her face was deformed, and she couldn't hold back the surging fart.

let me die?

In the end, she couldn't help but look away, her whole body turning pink because of the shame.

Gentleman Feng Zhe's exit from the ward.

After a long time, he knocked on the door again.

"Come in."

Xian Yu spoke weakly.

The other party pushed open the door and entered, and saw that she had wrapped herself like a cicada chrysalis, revealing only half of her head, and her cat eyes looked at him timidly, like a young child who was vigilant and eager to be approached after being injured.

Some...cute.

"It seems that your physical recovery ability is good. Many people have to starve for two or three days, and you start to exhaust in one day. This is the millet porridge I made, try it?"

With thin lips raised, Feng Zhe walked to the hospital bed as if nothing had happened, and poured out the porridge in the insulation bucket.

"thanks……"

Xian Yu thanked him awkwardly, sat up from the bed wriggling, took the porridge he handed over, scooped a spoonful of it into his mouth, and glanced at him secretly.

And he sat on the chair without looking sideways, looking at her full of jokes for a moment.

His slender legs were wrapped in slim trousers, showing his tight and well-proportioned muscles vividly, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

"That... if Teacher Feng is busy..."

"Not busy, quite empty."

"Oh……"

Feng Zhe interrupted Xian Yu's words, and the two were relatively speechless again.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, he took the empty bowl and asked again, "Anything else?"

Xianyu shook her head silently.

"Do you know anyone else in the imperial capital? It's not good that you are alone in the hospital and there is no one around to take care of you." Feng Zhe asked.

He couldn't ignore the poor woman in front of him like everyone else.

Because he knows better than anyone the feeling of being alone and helpless.

Xian Yu shook her head, her eyes filled with loneliness: "I haven't contacted Sister Meixin for more than five years or almost six years, and she is also married and has a child now, so it's inconvenient, and it's not a big problem, I can handle it alone. "

"Cough... If you don't dislike it, I can help. I've been busy recently."

Feng Zhe coughed and took the initiative to ask for care.

A flash of surprise flashed in Xian Yu's eyes, and after a long time he murmured, "Why?"

The latter was silent for a long time, and said indifferently: "Because I have felt the same, I think, at this time, you need someone to accompany you."

Biting her lower lip lightly, Xian Yu blinked her eyes hard, forcing the tears back, and said thanks in a nasal voice: "Thank you..."

"You're welcome, if there's nothing wrong, I'll go back first, and I'll bring you dinner in the afternoon."

Feng Zhe got up to leave, and the two were not familiar enough with him to stay and take care of him.

Moreover, he also saw the resistance in the woman's eyes.

She seems to have built a high heart wall in her heart. No one can easily break in, and she will never go out. She only wants to hide in an airtight space and lick her wounds alone.

In the afternoon, Feng Zhe brought dinner over.

In the ward, Xian Yu sat sideways on the window sill, lightly touching the glass window with a cigarette in her hand, facing the sunset with her face slightly sideways.

She stared out of the window absentmindedly, her eyes full of fragility and extreme sadness.

At sunset, the soft light brushed on her face like a feather, like a mermaid that would disappear with the halo at any time.

This scene had a great impact on Feng Zhe's heart. He actually wanted to rush up regardless, hold her tightly in his arms, and prevent her from disappearing!

Hearing the sound, Xian Yu slowly turned her head and showed a faint smile, "Here you come?"

"If I remember correctly... smoking is not allowed in the ward?"

Frowning slightly, Feng Zhe preached.

Xian Yu was a little reluctant, took a deep breath of the cigarette in her hand, and then slowly spit it out, and then hurriedly threw it into the homemade ashtray and smiled helplessly.

"It is said that time is the best medicine for wounds, but some unforgettable wounds have long since condensed into scars, deeply imprinted in the depths of the skin, and become imprints that can never be erased.

Touching the scars has become a habit.

And the most terrifying thing is habit... You know it's a bad habit, but you're already used to it, and if you don't touch it for a day, you'll feel as uncomfortable as a drug addict..."

Is she comparing her smoking habit, or her miserable life?

With complicated eyesight, Feng Zhe stepped forward and picked up the disposable paper cup she had placed on the window sill, but in an afternoon, it was already full of cigarette butts soaked in water, the pungent smell, along with the turbid liquid Dispersed, it seems to make people feel uncomfortable.

"As long as you think about it, there's nothing you can't quit! If you really can't stand it and you can't erase the scar, then take the initiative to face it.

There are many solutions, covering it with tattoos, creating new traces to replace it, etc. One day you will find that there is nothing but a problem that time cannot solve.

The difference is whether you want to face it or not, and whether you want to solve it or not, just eat. "

For dinner, it was still porridge. After all, her current physical condition made it impossible to eat something too greasy and nourishing.

After dinner, Feng Zhe, who should have left, did not.

He always had the illusion that Xie Ruoqing would fall from the window like a broken kite after he left, disappearing from this world forever.

He is not a savior, but at this moment, he inexplicably has the desire to redeem Xie Ruoqing.

"Why do you want to make micro-movies? In the current market, micro-films have become a thing of the past. If you want to invest, short videos and online dramas are better choices than micro-films."

Feng Zhe took the initiative to find a topic to chat with Xianyu.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Xian Yu's mouth, "It's not for making money... I just think... there are stories that can alert people and I should do it."

story?

The story of her and Sheng Lifan? !

Feng Zhe frowned and began to explore.

What kind of story would make her desperate to get a divorce, even after the divorce, to take revenge?

Or in a self-abuse way, the scars left by her and Sheng Lifan because of their love for each other were so cruelly displayed in front of everyone.

Facing the fear?

Then... should he help her...

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Feng Zhe asked softly.

"I need an actor with some acting skills, and... a director? The script is very short, and the filming can be completed in about a week, so it won't take up too much of their time. As for the remuneration, how much do you think is suitable."

Xian Yu slightly tilted her head to look at him, slightly distressed.

She's been out of this circle for too long, and she really doesn't know what's going on at the moment.

"As for the actors, I can give you an introduction. As for the director... what do you think of me?" Feng Zhe asked with a smile, raising his eyebrows.

The latter looked surprised.

"In the ups and downs, I have been in the entertainment industry for more than ten years, and I am a little tired. I just want to step back behind the scenes and transform into a director. The story you want to show to people may be very exciting, and I am just practicing my skills. "

With his coffee position, directing micro-movies is overkill.

But Feng Zhe spoke forcefully, just to help her.

With his influence in the entertainment industry, if he directs this micro-movie, it will be a hit!