The Actor Wants to Divorce

Fu Ran's eyes were shining, and he stretched out his hand to hug Lin Yang.

Lin Yang hid back with a look of disgust, "Get out! Stay away from Lao Tzu!"

Fu Ran scratched his head and smiled "hehe", "Brother Yang, where else do you want to go? If we are tired, let's go back to the hospital early. It's cold at night."

With Lin Yang's current body, he was worried that he had been outside for too long.

The night is deep, and the city is lit up with brilliant lights.

Reflected on Lin Yang's pale and sickly cheeks, Fu Ran was frightened.

"I want to go to the park over there to relax."

Fu Ran nodded: "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Many years ago, when he and Lin Yang were very young, their work was not as busy as they are now, and they often went for a walk in the park near their home after dinner.

Talk to each other about the interesting things that happened today, or the troubles encountered.

At that time, he still promised Lin Yang that he would hold his hand for the rest of his life, no matter how busy he was at work, he would spend more time with Lin Yang.

However, because of more and more entertainment, he worked more and more overtime, and the days of leaving early and returning late gradually became the norm. When he got home, he just wanted to take a bath and sleep quickly, and even hugs and kisses became extremely luxurious. , Let alone go for a walk with Lin Yang in the park.

Fu Ran thought about it carefully, he couldn't even remember, when was the last time he wandered along the lake in the park like this with Lin Yang.

How could this be, how could he be like this

He clearly promised Xiao Yang that he would hold his hand for the rest of his life.

If they have a future, he will definitely not go to those sensual, boring and irritating entertainments and parties, he will go home early to see Xiao Yang.

The evening breeze in early autumn was a bit cool, and Fu Ran took off his coat and put on Lin Yang.

"Brother Yang, we will come for a walk every day from now on, okay?"

Lin Yang was silent, unable to hear any answer from him in the night.

Seeing him not speaking, Fu Ran looked a little lonely. He mustered up his courage and first touched Lin Yang's hand.

Seeing that Lin Yang did not respond, Fu Ran carefully held Lin Yang a little bit.

Lin Yang broke loose twice gently.

Fu Ran held his hand tighter, Lin Yang stopped struggling and resisting, letting him lead him, the two walked along the lake in the low night.

Lin Yang's hands were cold, and the biting temperature like a block of ice made Fu Ran a little bit shy.

He tightened his hands unwillingly.

Lin Yang was unhappy; "Do you want to squeeze Lao Tzu's hand off?"

Fu Ran: "Huh?"

He quickly let go of Lin Yang and hurriedly looked around with the dim street lamp.

Sure enough, the back of Lin Yang's hand was pinched out a bluish white by himself.

Fu Ran flushed his eyes in panic, exhaling for the Fu family and rubbing his hands.

"I'm sorry, I was not careful"

Lin Yang pulled out his hand impatiently and stuffed it into his trouser pocket: "Don't hold it!"

Fu Ran smiled and stepped forward to hook Lin Yang's thin waist.

The light in this place is dim, and there are occasional people passing by. If you don't look carefully, it is only that these two people are young lovers who come here for a date.

Fu Ran motioned Lin Yang to look at the lakeshore.

"Xiaoyang, let's buy a house over there in the future, and raise a dog, and then we can come here every day to walk the dog.

Lin Yang stopped, looked up into the distance, frowned slightly.

After a long time he turned around: "Go back, I'm a little tired."

Lin Yang's first course of chemotherapy will last for a week.

Every chemotherapy treatment is a torment for Lin Yang.

He still didn't let Fu Ran stay with him. Every time he received chemotherapy, Fu Ran would be driven away.

Fu Ran knew that he didn't want to let himself see him in pain, so he went out silently, squatting at the door of the ward and waiting like a log.

After more than two hours of chemotherapy, he could hear Lin Yang's unstoppable painful groans coming from the closed room intermittently.

When the doctor came out of the ward, Fu Ran was already in a cold sweat.

He stood at the door, like a wandering soul that had lost his body, and walked in with his head "buzzing".

Lin Yang was buried in the quilt, curled up, only half of the back of his head was exposed.

Fu Ran sat down beside him and touched his head subconsciously. He was already numb from the pain, but he couldn't cry or be hysterical. He wanted to comfort Xiao Yang, encourage Xiao Yang, and let him hold on.

Once Xiaoyang gave up all by himself, then there was really nothing left.

Fu Ran stretched out his hand to rub Lin Yang's head.

But he pulled off a lot of Lin Yang's hair directly.

The soft black hair fell into Fu Ran's palm, like a hot and dazzling brand, deeply piercing the soft flesh of Fu Ran's heart.

He looked at Lin Yang's hair with some numbness, and then gently threw it in the trash can.

It's okay, it will get better.

The hair will grow back, and Xiao Yang will be healthy.

──It will definitely be.

Fu Ran's cell phone suddenly "buzzed".

He was worried about interrupting Xiao Yang's rest, so he took it out to hang up, but after seeing the caller ID on his phone, Fu Ran froze all of a sudden.

Lin Yan.

How could it be Lin Yan's call?

Lin Yang heard the long-lasting phone call, turned over and lifted the quilt, impatiently: "Answer the phone."

Fu Ran nodded with a weird face, and put the phone to his ear.

"Lin Yan."

Lin Yang's face was startled for an instant.

He sat up and stretched out his hand pale: "Give it to me."

Fu Ran handed the phone to Lin Yang.

Lin Yan hadn't contacted his eldest brother for a long time, so he was anxious.

Lin Yang didn't want him to know his current situation, because he was afraid that he would impulsively do something stupid, and sent his brother a few words.

"Me and Fu Ran still have some things to deal with. Yes, you don’t have to ask me to worry. I will look at the arrangements for my birthday and I will definitely invite you and Feng.

Jin's, um, just hang up with nothing. "

Lin Yang suddenly realized that this might be the last time he had talked with his brother, so he couldn't help but stopped Lin Yan; "Xiao Yan."

"It's okay, I just want to hear you call me brother again"

After a week of chemotherapy, Lin Yang lost another circle.

There was a scale in the ward, and Lin Yang ran to weigh it by himself.

Only 49kg.

Fu Ran tilted his head and glanced. The number made his heart blunt and pained like a nail, but he was still holding on and joking: "You are now thinner than a girl."

Lin Yang stepped off the scale, "Fu Ran, I want to go back and live for a while."

Fu Ran's expression changed; "No, you can't leave the hospital now."

Lin Yang frowned: "The next period of chemotherapy will take five days. I stay in the hospital and have nothing to do. Just a few days. I promise that if I feel uncomfortable, I will come back immediately."

He really hated the pervasive smell of medicine in the hospital.

Fu Ran was still hesitating.

Lin Yang looked pale and sighed silently: "Fu Ran, let me go home."

Fu Ranbu returned to the apartment with Lin Yang.

He had already sold the building where the two lived. This new apartment looked a little cold.

"Let's go shopping and decorate the home." Fu Ran smiled, "There is a department store downstairs."

Lin Yang nodded: "Okay."

The two went straight to the store.

Start shopping slowly from the first store inside.

Fu Ran was excited as if he was a child who went out to visit a toy store with his parents for the first time. He always gave Lin Yang any good things he got.

"This cup is good. It's a pair. Shall we buy back tea?"

Lin Yang looked at the two yellow ducklings on the cup, a little disgusted: "It's a bit ugly."

Fu Ran smiled: "Okay, then you pick, I like everything you pick."

Lin Yang curled his lips: "I don't pick, why do I have to buy a couple cup?"

"If you don't use the lovers cup with me, who else do you want to use with me? Jinmocheng?"

Lin Yang hooked his lips, playfully: "He and I are the legal husband, Mr. Fu, please be a little self-aware and recognize your current identity."

"Damn, what am I?"

Lin Yang smiled: "Little San."

"Shut up!" Fu Ran's eyes reddened: "You and Jinmocheng are fake marriages, you treat me as stupid, I tell you, when you get better, you will immediately complete the divorce procedures for me!"

Fu Ran threw the little yellow duck cup into the shopping cart.

Lin Yang was unhappy: "It's really ugly, you are not naive."

"Not childish, I'm happy." Fu Ran turned to pick something else.

When Fu Ran came back with a bunch of things, he saw Lin Yang standing at the door of a shop selling pots, holding a hot pot in his hand.

Fu Ran was nervous for a moment: "What are you doing?"

Lin Yang: "Buy it back and make hot pot."

Fu Ran immediately put the pot back, dragged Lin Yang and left: "What a joke! Can you eat that kind of food now? You don't want your life, do you?"

Lin Yang frowned slightly, his expression was a bit aggrieved.

Before he fell ill, he liked spicy food very much, not spicy food, Hunan cuisine and hot pot are his favorites.

After falling ill, he never ate it again.

Every day is not porridge, but clear soup.

Fu Ran lowered his head and coaxed him: "Xiao Yang, I know you want to eat, but your body doesn't allow it. So, when you get better, I will go every day, OK?"

Lin Yang turned and left in silence.

After returning to the apartment, Lin Yang shrank on the sofa to watch TV.

Fu Ran was busy tidying up the house, suddenly remembering that next Wednesday is Lin Yang's birthday, he asked: "Xiao Yang, Wednesday's birthday, let me have a party for you."

Lin Yang: "Not interested."

"Then what do you want to do, you tell me."

Lin Yang frowned: "Just pass it by."

Fu Ran walked over and said, "How can you spend it casually! The 33rd birthday is a big day, and we need to focus on it."

Twenty-two eve.

Perhaps this is Xiaoyang's last birthday.

Fu Ran's eye sockets were slightly red, "Xiaoyang, let's have a party, I'll arrange it, you don't care about anything, will you be your birthday star on that day, OK?"

Lin Yang was silent for a moment, reached out and turned off the TV, "I see."

On the day Lin Yang returned to the hospital, his stable condition suddenly deteriorated for some reason.

The doctors and nurses hurriedly removed various tubes from Lin Yang's body, put on a ventilator, and pushed people to the rescue room.