After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

A red no-smoking sign was posted on the wall.

Qin Zhan held the medical certificate in his hand and flipped through it, leaning against the wall and covering the eye-catching sign with his back.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit his teeth repeatedly on the cigarette holder, and failed to light it.

His eyes fell on the name on the paper. It took him a long time to recognize the flamboyant signature before he recognized the word 'Han Jing'.

'Han Jing'?

Taking two deep puffs of cigarette like a junkie, he thought about it and laughed.

Then I looked down at the symptoms, hypochondria.

Living these days is not easy and stressful, many people daydream, and naturally many people become mentally ill.

There were mottled footprints all over the white walls in the hospital corridor. Qin Zhan glanced down and squatted down with his arms folded to look.

After watching for a while, I suddenly took out the cigarette holder and took the body of the cigarette to measure the footprints. After holding the cigarette for a long time, my mouth was bitter and numb.

Footprint 28 cm, male, young man, about [-] in height, thin body, slightly lame on the right foot.

He sketched the outline of this person in his mind, as if he had simulated it thousands of times, and slowly lost his mind.

He stood up, stretched out his foot and stepped on that footprint in a vicious manner, trying to cover up the pranks of his predecessors.

It took him as long as he pretended to finish smoking a cigarette before he calmed down his rising emotions, closed his white coat, and slowly opened the door of the consultation room.

"I'm sorry, I have something to do, so I've been waiting for a long time." Qin Zhan said gently to the boy in the white cartoon sweater sitting on the black sofa.

"It doesn't matter." The boy named Han Jing replied.

Qin Zhan nodded, opened the chair and sat down opposite him across a small table, and took out a gel pen from his breast pocket.

He turned over a new page so that he could take notes at any time.

There are many flowers and plants in the consultation room, all kinds of warm decorations, in order to try our best to create a comfortable treatment environment for patients.

Qin Zhan touched the mimosa on the table, watched it quietly close the leaves, and then raised his head and asked gently about the man's condition.

"You won't believe it." Han Jing said abruptly and firmly.

Qin Zhan showed a formulaic smile, lowered his head, and wrote on the medical certificate.

"You tell me, I believe it." He drew a butterfly with three or two strokes.

Han Jing shook his head, tilted his head to look at him, and said softly, "You won't believe it."

Qin Zhan felt a twitch in his temple, and said patiently: "If you don't tell me, how do you know I won't believe it?"

Han Jing's handsome appearance was extremely deceptive, making it easy for people to think that he was a lost sheep. He wrung his fingers and said softly, "I saw God."

He opened his mouth, stammering: "God...will smile at me."

Qin Zhan raised his head, with high eyebrows and narrow eyes, tried his best to hold back the inhuman coldness in his bones, and blacked out the butterfly with a smile, "You mean the statue in the abandoned church? It keeps laughing, It happens to everyone, you are no exception."

Han Jing squeezed out a smile: "Ah... no, no, no, many people come and go, live and die, only it is there, accompanying me, pity me...smile at me."

Han Jingjun's handsome face was calm, and his black and white pupils moved slightly, "Nothing in this world is eternal, except my love for it, Doctor Qin, do you understand?"

Qin Zhan froze for a moment, then sneered at his deformed love in his heart, but looked at the collarbone exposed by his drooping collar, and was lost again.

As if bewildered, he didn't answer the question, and he said: "You are so beautiful."

As Qin Zhan said, he picked up an apple from the fruit plate on the table, and skillfully peeled off a circle of the fruit, "God has no heart. If you love it and are crazy about it, it won't even look at you."

Han Jing was unmoved, shaking his knuckles, "I know, I didn't want it to respond, belief is always one-way, but it is my belief, it is my salvation."

Qin Zhan handed him the peeled apple, chewed his words, and laughed, "Try it, it's very sweet."

An apple immediately brought Han Jing back to reality from his frenzy. He took the apple, thanked him, and silently took a bite.

The two of them just looked at each other quietly, and there was only the sound of chewing in the small counseling room until Han Jing only had half an apple left in his hand.

Qin Zhan tapped the table with his knuckles, "Han Jing, your time is up, come back tomorrow, I'm still here waiting for you."

Han Jing nodded, let out an oh, put down the apple, stood up and walked out.

He stood up and smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes. He sprained his ankle a few days ago and walked with a limp.

Qin Zhan looked at him, male, [-] tall, thin body, slightly lame on his right foot.

He suddenly realized, "It really is you." The little villain who destroys the public environment.

Han Jing raised his eyebrows slightly: "What?"

Qin Zhan shook his head and said with a gentle smile, "It's nothing, see you tomorrow."

Han Jing went out and closed the door. Qin Zhan sat there alone and picked up an apple and peeled it patiently. It was time-consuming and meticulous, and it was clean without breaking it.

The moment the peel fell to the ground, he casually threw away the freshly peeled apple in his hand, raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on the slightly oxidized and yellowed half of the apple on the table.

He grabbed the half of the apple, his eyes were a hundred times more intense than that of Han Jing just now.

He closed his eyes, lowered his shoulders limply, like a lazy cat, first approached and sniffed lightly, then kissed Han Jing's neat tooth marks with the corner of his lips bent.

Finally, he tasted the delicious delicacies and generally opened his mouth and gnawed the apples one by one.

Knock, knock, someone knocked on the door, a little nurse pushed the door open with a creak, leaned out half of her body, and shouted routinely: "Qin Zhan, No. 032, it's time to rest, go back to the ward now!"

……

"No. 032 Feng Zhiting, No. 018 Kong Chensheng, the performance is over."

The hall was silent for a moment, and the announcement woke up the audience who were still immersed in the play.

It is undeniable that their trial scene was very exciting, especially the scene where Feng Zhiting ate the half of the apple at the end, sickness, longing, and what you can't ask for, perfectly interpreting all these complex emotions through a kiss .

And the scene corresponding to Kong Chensheng is a bit mediocre, it can only be said that no one will be able to play, and it is still a little bit far from the broken and firm texture of Han Jing.

After several discussions, Feng Zhiting was first decided, because everyone was confident that there would be no better Qin Zhan than him.

It was also the first time for Ye Rong to see the concrete results of his words, and the shock in his heart was much stronger than that of others.

From the moment they finished their performance, they couldn't help admiring Fu Wenyuan, "It's really the peak at the beginning, do you want to continue to choose? The pressure on the actors behind is so high, how can Feng Zhiting's acting skills be the new actor ? Kong Chensheng I am very optimistic about him personally, he has great potential, and the opponent is so strong that he can catch the play!"

Fu Wenyuan looked at him with bright eyes, shaking his head like a lively and fluffy puppy, all he could think was that he was extremely cute, making people want to hold him in his arms and tease him.

However, before he could put his idea into practice, he was interrupted by the uninvited Feng Zhiting.

Feng Zhiting had a clear goal and went straight to Fu Wenyuan, because the picture of the two of them together was too beautiful, Ye Rong even felt that if he had some artistic instincts, he would already have a world famous painting by now.

Feng Zhiting seemed to be no stranger to Fu Wenyuan, he didn't have those vain things, but straight to the point and said: "I want to choose Kong Chensheng, I can't play Han Jing without him."

Fu Wenyuan stood up from his seat. The two were evenly matched in height, but he was much more aggressive than Feng Zhiting, "Now you, what are you talking about with me?"

Feng Zhiting didn't seem to expect that he would be merciless, he lowered his eyes and slowly smiled, but the words he said softly were threatening, "Why should I, don't you know?"

Ye Rong was beside him eating melons excitedly: Let's fight, let's fight!

If Feng Zhiting didn't say anything, he would already be a blockbuster, "I still have your women's clothing photo in my hand."

Ye Rong:? ? ?Is it so exciting?

Fu Wenyuan's expression became weird instantly, and he sneered, "Your photos are even more exciting."

Ye Rong: ... On the day Yun was strangled to death, no one was innocent.

Feng Zhiting didn't show any signs of being offended, and he still moved forward and retreated with restraint, "Fu Wenyuan, when you talk nonsense, don't you think about what Mr. Ye around you will think of you?"

After hearing this, Fu Wenyuan really found time to turn around and explain to Ye Rong, "It's a photo of him when he was three years old. Trust me, Rong Rong, I have no interest in him. The photo in his hand is when I was two years old... "

"Pleated little pink skirt." Feng Zhiting added embellishment.

Fu Wenyuan turned his head and glared at him fiercely. After turning his eyes around his face, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and said vaguely: "Do you know where the money for that Kong Chensheng to buy you came from?"

Feng Zhiting's gentle mask finally had a crack, he took a deep breath, "What do you mean?"

Fu Wenyuan looked at him like a fool, "What are you guys up to lately? Didn't you find out that he went to the club behind your back and gave you a cuckold? You also really like him, so bear with it."

Feng Zhiting replied calmly, "To each other."

Ye Rong didn't know if it was an illusion, when Feng Zhiting said these words, he glanced at himself indifferently and quickly moved away.

Fu Wenyuan frowned slightly, stood up to block Ye Rong as if he was afraid that others would covet his treasure, and said in a business-like way: "Kong Chensheng got the money from me, you can ask me about him."

Hearing the answer, Feng Zhiting couldn't help but frowned, and compromised: "What about the price, what do you want?"

Fu Wenyuan crossed his arms and pondered, as if he was considering how to maximize the benefits of the information in his hand. He suddenly turned to Ye Rong and asked, "Does Rong Rong want to go out to play? I will go on a business trip in a few days, and the one who was reimbursed kind."

The boss has already spoken, and Ye Rong is of course obedient.

Fu Wenyuan was very satisfied, turned his head and made a final decision, "I want you to go to the resort in Yunshan Mountain."

[The author has something to say: Han Jing and Qin Zhan are both the reflection of the main cp and the promotion of the plot of the sub-cp, so the writing is a little more detailed, I hope you don't mind it]