If they had a choice, I believe they would all resolutely choose to die unexpectedly!

Sometimes it is a kind of torment for people to survive, not only for themselves, but also for their parents and family....

Not only the economy, but also the anxiety of facing death every day.

Death is not terrible, what is desperate is to wait for death!

Death is not terrible, not everyone has the courage to live.

They are a group of brave people....

Leaving the ward, Xiao Wang took the initiative to leave a WeChat message for Bufan, saying that in case of need, he would chat at any time, and he would know everything and say everything.

After Bu Fan finished adding Xiao Wang and said goodbye to them, he found Han Xiaoguo and walked out of the hospital in silence.

......

Back to the apartment, Bu Fan closed the door, began to calm down, seriously experience the patient's mentality, the original system scenario simulation, after a few times, Bu Fan has begun to treat with the mentality of the game, I thought that I had experienced leukemia patients, I can play this role well,

Now it turns out that there is a big mistake.

An experience is always an experience, and without a real heart to experience, it is always like a game.

In the experience, Bu Fan can go crazy in despair, can jump down from a height of several hundred meters, and can rush into the crowd with a steel knife when his family is ruined.....

But what about in reality?

In reality, everyone has not given up hope of living, because there are still family members and people to care about.

Especially Lu Chuanjun, he has a wife who never leaves him, a lovely child, and the reason why he can survive is all for them.

Especially when facing his wife and children, he must show that he has nothing to worry about, and he may only sobble low and sigh at the injustice of fate when he is alone in the middle of the night.

The most difficult state is how to embody the two contradictions?

Knowing that it is useless, he has to bankrupt his family, endure the torture of illness, and grit his teeth to live for his relatives.

There are still four or five days before entering the group, Bu Fan basically doesn't go out, locks himself in an airtight room, and eats one meal a day, completely bringing the image close to the characters in the play.

Constantly training the sad emotion, from the pain to the heartbreak, and finally the state of the heart like ashes, recalling the process of the violent physical and mental struggle after each chemotherapy during the situational experience, like the fire of hope, floating in the wind and waves, struggling with life....

In the dead of night, I leaned on the bed alone, emptying myself like a chicken, as if I was only left with a shell abandoned by fate, and my body was shackled by family love, and I was left in the world....

One day...

Two days...

Three days...

In the end, Han Xiaoguo couldn't help it, and took the drivers Lao Liu and Miao Miao to slam the door open, and when they saw Bu Fan for the first time, they shouted in fright: "Are you okay?"

Bu Fan waved his hand, a wry smile came out of the corner of his mouth, Han Xiaoguo and Miao Miao hurriedly rushed into the room, opened the curtains, and let Bu Fan cover his eyes after a long absence from the sun, feeling like a world away.

"Do you want to be so desperate?" Han Xiaoguo looked at Bu Fan, who had lost a lot of weight, his originally pale face was even thinner, and he could be blown down by a gust of wind when he stood there.

Bu Fan rubbed his face vigorously and looked at the calendar, tomorrow is the time to enter the group. Seeing the three of them looking concerned at the same time, his heart warmed and said, "Don't worry, you can't die!"

"Brother Xiaofan, are you okay?" Miao Miao is now holding her mouth with her hands in fright, not letting herself scream, she has never seen such a madman, it's so scary!

In the end, it was Han Xiaoguo who commanded Lao Liu to pull Bu Fan out to eat, and complained: "You don't have to play with your life to experience the role, right?"

"This time you're playing a patient, next time if you play a madman, do you really want to go to a mental hospital?"

When he turned around, he saw Bu Fan's interested expression, and hurriedly said, "Stop, brother, I was wrong, okay?"

After eating, at the end of the meal, Bufan was forced by Han Xiaoguo to go to the hospital for a physical examination, and found that it was just malnutrition, and even the doctor asked curiously, this was just kidnapped and rescued?

Eat a nutritious meal and get a good night's sleep, Bu Fan feels that he has found it, after all, he wants to join the crew to meet the director tomorrow, right?

When he came to the set the next day, Rao was carefully dressed up by Han Xiaoguo, and Bu Fan's state still scared Qu Zheng.

Qu Zheng looked at Bu Fan carefully and asked with concern: "Are you really sick?"

Before he could speak, Han Xiaoguo, who came with him, interjected directly: "He went directly to the hospital to experience life, and then he didn't eat, drink, and play masochism, and finally became this ghost...."

Bu Fan glared at the little girl, it seemed that she hadn't cleaned her up for a long time, and the little girl had already begun to her tail, and she dared to say this about him.

Although he is concerned, such an attitude of no big or small has nothing to do with the cute appearance of Han Xiaoguo when he saw him for the first time before.

After Han Xiaoguo felt Bu Fan's sharp gaze and stopped talking, Bu Fan smiled at Qu Zheng and said, "There is no problem with your body, find your state in advance." ”

Qu Zheng nodded, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and turned around to call Mu Ye over, and the other party smiled after hearing it: "Okay, even our affairs are saved?"

Seeing that Bufan was puzzled, he explained: "Originally, I also arranged for you to experience the role, but I didn't expect it..."

looked at the back of Bu Fan who went to try on, and said to Qu Zheng in a low voice: "This kid is good, Lao Ling is not wrong in his introduction." ”

Qu Zheng smiled and said nothing, after so many years, he has seen too many good actors, and he himself is also a person who dies for the role, so he can't bear this hardship anymore, so he just get out early.

Until Bu Fan finished putting on makeup, everyone's eyes lit up, especially Qu Zheng, if the first audition was good acting, then the person standing in front of him was Lu Chuanjun!

Muye was very excited, shouted to everyone to prepare, and while Qu Zheng was putting on makeup, he simply explained the general position with Bu Fan and began to appear on camera for the first time.

Qu Zheng put on a greasy wig, unkempt, and instantly became a middle-aged decadent and mourned man. divorced his wife, and seeing that his son was going to be taken abroad by his cheap father, he had nothing to do, so he could only survive by selling adult drugs, and he couldn't even pay the rent.

The landlord introduced Lu Chuanjun and said that it was a big business that came to the door and forced Qu Zheng to make money and pay rent, but there was no way, the first scene between the two began.

Qu Zheng sent the landlord away, sat on the chair, squinted his eyes at the equally broken Bufan, and said disdainfully: "The old man is really blind, what kind of bullshit business can a person like you have?"

Putting his feet on the table, he waved his hand like a fly, and said disdainfully: "Say something quickly, get out of here if you have nothing to do!"

Bu Fan was not angry, his mouth moved a few times, and he found that he couldn't speak with a mask, so he slowly took off the outermost one, and there was actually a second one inside?

Picking it up again, there was a blue medical mask at the end, and finally the whole pale and emaciated face was revealed, with dry lips glowing with lilac, and he squeezed out a smile hard, as if he hadn't smiled for a long time.

"I..." just wanted to speak, but looked around alertly, and said in a low voice: "I will pay 30,000 yuan, and I want you to go to India to bring a medicine." ”

"Pull it down!" Qu Zheng just heard 30,000, his body shook, and as soon as he stood up and heard the words behind him, he instantly changed his face and scolded: "You are stupid for me?

After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave, Bu Fan quickly stood up, took out an orange from his pocket, put it on the table, and said, "Don't worry, eat an orange, listen to me if it's okay?"

Following behind Qu Zheng, he kept explaining: "Is it too much less than 30,000?"

"This is a huge business opportunity, if you think about buying a bottle of medicine for 37,000 yuan in China, and only 500 yuan in India, how many times the profit is calculated?"

"What's more, I'm not alone, as long as you can get medicine, there are many patients around me, as many as you want..."

Qu Zheng stopped suddenly, slowly turned his head and asked, "The effect of the medicine is the same?"

"Same!"

"Seventy times the price difference?"

"At least seventy times!"

"Get out!" Qu Zheng suddenly got angry, directly pushed Bu Fan outside, and scolded: "You treat me as stupid?"

Bu Fan was directly pushed and staggered, hurriedly held on to the wall, took a breath, and continued: "Really, I have personally tested it, and it is absolutely the same." ”

"I'm a patient, do I still buy fake medicines to pit myself? You are often smuggling anyway, and not all the medicines you buy are the same..."

"Shut up!" Qu Zheng really couldn't listen to it, and said angrily: "Don't fucking talk nonsense, I've never smuggled!"

grabbed the oranges on the table, stuffed them to Bu Fan, and roared: "Hurry up!"

Bu Fan was a little at a loss, his eyes gradually dimmed, he stayed for two or three minutes, slowly put on his mask again, put down a piece of paper, nodded, and turned to leave.

Qu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and picked up the note, with a mobile phone number on it. With a pout, he threw himself into the trash, leaned back in his chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

After a long time, I sat up abruptly and picked up the note again, not knowing what to think in my head...