Poisonous milk became the film king and found out that I was actually Bai Yueguang [Entertainment]

"Upper gastrointestinal bleeding." As soon as Lei Fuchao opened his eyes, Liu Tiao immediately sat down and said to him, "It's not serious enough to undergo an operation, but brother, I'm serious, you should find someone to take care of you. "

Liu Tiao crossed his arms, with a serious attitude, appearing very menacing.

Liu Tiao can be said to be the most difficult doctor Lei Fuchao has ever met. He doesn't like to lose his temper, he pesters people, and he likes to chatter.Lei Fuchao is soft but not hard, there is nothing he can do about him.

"I haven't drunk recently." Lei Fuchao replied.

Liu Tiao also showed a helpless expression immediately, put down his arms and crossed his waist: "I know, I know, you have tried hard to quit smoking, but you will not be able to quit for a while. So I said, let's fall in love .”

Lei Fuchao was very puzzled when he heard this, so he couldn't help but ask him: "I look like the type who can't quit smoking by myself, but can quit smoking quickly when I have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, that's right." Liu Yuan nodded his head, "It's very similar. It's best to find someone who is allergic to smoke, and then you can definitely do it."

Lei Fuchao: "..."

Even so, Lei Fuchao categorically refused: "I don't have anyone in my heart, just find someone to fall in love with, and don't be responsible to them, what do you say?"

"Is there really no one in your heart?" Liu Tiao asked him with a look of surprise, "It's been three years, and every time you wake up in the hospital, you are still looking around. Is that friend of yours really a friend?"

What a gossip.

Lei Fuchao was silenced for a while by his question, only then did he realize the number of three years.Three years, a thousand days.If you really regret it, for anything, three years is a seemingly small time, but it is not a short time.

In the past three years, he has come to the hospital at least once a week for a small physical examination. He must be procrastinated for half a month or a whole month when he changes seasons. nice.It can be said that half of his body is almost rooted in the hospital, at least he has opened his eyes dozens of times in the hospital.

Every time he opened his eyes, he wanted to see Xiao Ping, and when he raised his hand, he wanted to touch Xiao Ping, but he never got his wish.Including midnight on his birthday, he believed in Xiao's evil enthusiasm for "wish will come true" in the past, put his hands together and made a wish with his heart beating like a drum for half an hour, but nothing happened.

Even he himself couldn't tell whether he was still disappointed or not, or whether he was already used to disappointment.All he knew was that he was slowly not looking forward to it.

"I won't wait in the future." Lei Fuchao said lightly, "I have no one in my heart."

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During the days when he was able to act normally, Lei Fuchao generally didn't ask for leave, but Hu Xiao was a more particular person, and often secretly observed his face and state, and took the initiative to give him sick leave.

But during the daytime on weekdays, when most of my friends go to work, Lei Fuchao has nowhere to go, and at most he just watches movies and writes songs when he gets home, no matter where he is.

At any rate, there was still a little popularity in the Chuanyu building.Sometimes Yan Bai, who also switched jobs to Chuanyu, accompanied the artist back to work, thinking about throwing him a piece of chocolate.

If that's the case, you can't stay in the company after dinner time.Even though he is in the entertainment industry, there are people who work overtime every night in Chuanyu, but it was dark that day, and he still took his leave and lingered on it. Compared with being dedicated, it seemed more like he didn't want to go home.

He had to go home.He really didn't want to go home much.

He had been spoiled by Xiao Ping for a long time. He was only separated for a few months before, so he couldn't wait patiently at home, and went directly to the lively scenic spots.

The house was dark and cold, and there was not even a pot of hot water.Lei Fuchao had dinner at a restaurant outside, and when he got home, he had nothing to do, he could only lie on the bed, play with his mobile phone, watch a movie, fall asleep and start the next day.

That's one of the reasons he hates being sick so much, it's so boring.It was several times more boring than usual.Liu Tiao forbids him to eat snacks for the time being, and he doesn't have the energy to go shopping, travel and see art exhibitions, so he can only go home and lie down quietly, but there is not even one person around him who can accompany him to spend the whole time before going to bed.

In addition, after living to this age, his parents gradually began to urge marriage, Lei Fuchao knew in his heart that Liu Tiao was right, he needed to find someone to live with him.

He didn't want to wait for Xiao Ping anymore, he was sure that Xiao Ping had treated him sincerely, he knew that the tenderness in those past events was never fake, some friends complained for him, just because they didn't understand Xiao Ping, but he understood.Xiao Ping must have his own ideas and reasons.

It's a pity that he was tired of looking forward to it, and Xiao Ping might never come back anyway.Maybe one day he died in the hospital and couldn't open his eyes, so Xiao Ping suddenly appeared from somewhere, shook him and shouted: "Brother Lei! I went to collect dragon balls! With dragon balls! We will become stronger, and we can get rid of all kinds of weaknesses and crises together!"

What's worse, no matter whether he waits or not, he actually cannot accept other people.In the past few years, he has gradually gained a considerable income. When he gets in and out of BMW cars, he is in the entertainment circle, surrounded by men and women, fat, swallows and thin, all dressed exquisitely and elegantly, he has never been tempted by anyone.

He is finished.

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Three nights a week, Xiao Ping learns how to cook in a cooking class.He started speculating in stocks slowly, with a lot of money on his hands. After trying the dark dishes he made by simply following the recipes, he decided to enroll in a class to learn.

He probably has no talent in this area, or simply his sense of taste is too insensitive. In short, he learned very slowly. In the end, only he and another male student who skipped classes every three days were left in the class. .

The teacher is Zhang Huahua, a housewife in her thirties. I heard that she still publishes recipe tutorials on the Internet.Simply put, it is to teach until the meeting.

Compared with the "classmate" who missed classes every three days, Zhang Huahua had a good impression of Xiao Ping. Xiao Ping didn't talk much, but paid attention to listening to lectures, and took notes from time to time. He was so serious that Zhang Huahua almost thought he was him. Not learning to cook, but learning to save the planet.

Only occasionally, Xiao Ping would slip away and ask her if she could use the TV in the classroom to watch a certain program on a certain channel. There were only two times in total. Guest music variety show.

Zhang Huahua didn't know who he wanted to see, so he teased him casually: "Male fan chasing stars?"

"Yes." Xiao Ping answered her with a smile, "I've loved her for many years, and I really can't let go of it. I'm causing you trouble."

Zhang Huahua even said it was okay, Xiao Ping's attitude was too good on weekdays, which caused her tolerance to rise slightly.

Another time, she vaguely felt that Xiao Ping looked familiar, as if she had seen it on the screen, and after asking, Xiao Ping admitted that he was also an actor. "I'm not popular." He said, "I've never played a leading role, so I'm not considered a serious star, so I have nothing to talk about."

When he said that, he looked quite calm. Zhang Huahua wanted to encourage him, but he didn't know where to start. The other party obviously didn't want to talk about it.

After that, though, they chatted a lot.

Xiao Ping likes to hum when making stews or making desserts, a habit he himself has noticed.When he was a child, he was not keen on music, and he didn't listen to songs often. After he met Lei Fuchao, he loved the house and black, and he could sing the masterpieces of most singers on the market.Of course, in his eyes, the so-called masterpiece is not the most popular song in the eyes of the public, nor the song with the highest evaluation of the singer, but the one that Lei Fuchao likes the most.

Sometimes he hums: "My life and hope always go against each other..." Sometimes he hums: "But my heart is still occupied by him every moment..." Sometimes he hums: "You can always say that you are sincere. From scratch, true love always lasts forever..."

One night when he was adjusting the firepower, he probably started humming a song again. Suddenly, Zhang Huahua asked him casually: "What song is this? It's very nice, I haven't heard it at all."

Xiao Ping was taken aback by her question, recalled it carefully, and then realized that what he just hummed was the song written to him by Lei Fuchao a few years ago.

He didn't do it on purpose, he didn't even think about Lei Fuchao just now.

This song was not released into any single, nor was it included in any album. It was only given to him by Lei Fuchao to listen to it alone on a nice afternoon.It seemed that the sun was shining brightly at that time, and there was light snow falling outside the window, a sun snow.Xiao Ping couldn't remember clearly.

At that moment, he and Lei Fuchao seemed to be sitting in a fairy tale crystal ball played by flying snow, or at least, it was as if his heart was gently placed into that crystal ball by strength and tenderness.

After being dazed for a while, Xiao Ping smiled slightly and replied Zhang Huahua: "It's a song written by Meng."

Zhang Huahua obviously didn't understand, so he asked "Huh?" in doubt, and said, "Is it the melody you dreamed about in your dream? It's really nice."

"No." Xiao Ping corrected her by shaking his head, with a little pride and complacency in his tone, "It's the song Meng wrote to me, he is very nice."