Blinding pale.

The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant water, which made people uneasy, and outside the window, the sun was gradually sinking in the west, and the sunset could not be kept.

The dull ticking sound of the ECG monitor showed that the person in the hospital bed was temporarily stable, but it was placed here with some pessimistic omens.

The man lying quietly in bed looked old, his pale temples and wrinkled face showing the marks of time on him.

The vague momentum between his eyebrows and eyes makes people occasionally guess that maybe he was also a powerful figure when he was young, with deep eyebrows and handsome faces like a knife and axe.

However, the passage of life never stops because of people's greatness or humility, and death is fairer than anyone else, and more willful than anyone else.

The old man's eyes were closed, his breathing was steady, as if he had fallen into a dream, and his bedside was empty, making one wonder if he had been abandoned by his family or if his partner had gone before him.

I don't know what he experienced in his sleep, sometimes he frowned slightly, sometimes smiled slightly, but no matter what kind of expression, it was infected by the ornament of time, and it became vicissitudes.

A little nurse came in lightly and helped him replace the last drop of his drip and hang up a new one, acting cautiously, for fear of disturbing the patient's good dreams.

The old man on the bed was surprisingly alert, and soon opened his eyes.

"How long has it been?" He asked, his voice hoarse and dark, like a worn bellows, and every word he said seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Only those eyes were surprisingly bright, as if they were still in his youth.

"The sun is about to set, and it's going to be night. Sir, you are in exceptional spirits today. The little nurse smiled.

The old man stretched out a hand and groped around the bed a few times, as if he seemed a little unsympathetic to his, "Is he coming?" ”

"He, who is he?" The little nurse looked puzzled.

The patient didn't pay attention to her, just stared out the window in a daze, his hand still outstretched, as if he remembered some nostalgic past, "Why...... Don't come. ”

The sound of the door opening. The sound of the door closing.

The little nurse probably went out.

He was still looking at the last trace of the sunset, and suddenly, his body wrapped in the quilt seemed to tremble slightly, and he turned his head a little stiffly and slowly, looking at the side of the bed.

"You're finally here."

I don't know when the man standing by the bed had a young and breathtaking face, dusty and indifferent like a heavenly fairy, he quietly looked down at the gray-haired man on the bed, and did not say a word.

The old man seemed a little excited, but his body that was about to decay could no longer bear too many movements, obviously wanted to stand up, obviously wanted to hug it, and struggled to the end, but he only raised his body slightly, and he was already tired and panting.

Suddenly, a hand reached over and gently put its grip on the back of his neck, helping him to half-sit up.

The young man who was hunched down looked down at him, his eyes like a deep lake that would never have ripples.

The old man touched his face with his hand and showed a smile that didn't look like a smile, "You're still so young." ”

"Our timing is different." The young man replied softly and sat down sideways on the edge of the bed.

"I've seen it. It's ridiculous to think about it now. In those years, I only thought you were the flower I raised in the palm of my hand. Now you are still in style, but I am too old to walk. ”

The young man touched his face and said lightly: "The flesh and skin are all illusory, and for me, there is no difference between you and then. ”

"That's not what you look at." The old man coughed twice with difficulty, "You will never change, no matter how rich I am in the world, I am just an ordinary person." I should be grateful to you for stopping for me. Spirit—"

Halfway through his words, he seemed to be unable to breathe, covered his chest and coughed desperately, his face suddenly became more ugly, and the ECG monitor beat more violently.

"Calm down." The young man sitting on the edge of the bed held his hand, and his voice was as young and cold as ever, like eternal ice, "I'll come to see you another day." ”

He got up and wanted to leave, but he was grabbed by the sleeve of his coat, and although the old man on the bed coughed so much that he seemed to faint at any moment, his eyes became more and more amazing.

"This is the second time you've lied to me." He tugged at the other man's sleeve and reached for his wrist with his fingertips, "I'm ...... today I feel exceptionally good in spirits. You and I should know that there is no change of day. ”

The young man was silent.

"Don't you want to see me die in front of you? I thought you had already abandoned the seven emotions and six desires, just like you said, a body and skin, dead and alive should be empty in your eyes. ”

The person who was pulled turned around and sat back on the edge of the bed, "It turns out that I didn't tell you that you are different from others. ”

At that moment, the old man in the twilight seemed to burst out with amazing vitality, and he was vaguely the high-spirited president back then.

"You should laugh when you say something like that."

He looked at the face that had never been moved by anything, and stretched out his hand, which had once been tough and strong, but now pure and thin and wrinkled, just the hands of an old man who was on the verge of death.

He touched the other party's face with these hands, and a long-lost, nostalgic and pleasant light flashed in his eyes, "Hey, I said, in fact, I really want to live another five hundred years." ”

Such an old-fashioned stalk is really out of place to make people laugh.

The young man on the other side slowly curled the corners of his lips.

The old man also laughed, and his voice gradually weakened, "Thank you...... It's a pity...... I've ...... It's too late......"

The only remaining warmth of his fingertips swept down his face, and the young man didn't even have time to grasp it, watching as the hand left an afterimage in front of his eyes, falling feebly onto the sheet.

"Drop-" The ECG monitor emitted a long alarm, warning the person in the hospital bed that his heart had stopped beating, and he closed his eyes peacefully.

Outside the window, the night was already deep, the clock crossed twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the lively sound of firecrackers and fireworks was faintly heard.

After tonight, it's a new year.

The young man held his already cold, withered hand, and looked up at the bright and warm fireworks that bloomed in mid-air, silent.

...... "card!" ”

With an earth-shattering shout, the whole atmosphere of the scene suddenly changed, the boiling life sounded, and the originally empty ward suddenly became extremely lively.

The old man on the bed, who was completely dead, suddenly jumped up, pulled the makeup with an impatient face, and said angrily: "It's really enough, why do I want to play the old man at such a time!" ”

"No, no, no, Mr. Qin, you don't deserve to be the president, ah, no, no, I mean you shouldn't be the president, damn it, it's not right, I mean Mr. Qin, you were born a drama bone, you should come to mix in the entertainment industry, you act amazingly!"

Qin Zhengqing smeared the annoying person's makeup, and said angrily: "As long as I am willing, the artists in the entire entertainment industry will be obediently sent to the door, and my brain has not burned out what kind of actor I am!" ”

Is he missing that bite to eat? He's not a monkey! - Oh, no, he didn't say that spirituality is a monkey, absolutely not.

"It's really good." Luo Lingxiu, who was standing on the side, spoke, and Qin Zhengqing's expression was distorted, "If it weren't for your face-"

If it weren't for Luo Lingxiu's starring role, he wouldn't have made a cameo appearance in this kind of ghost when his brain was convulsive, he was a dignified president.

And now it's New Year's Day, the lovely New Year's Day at the beginning of the new year, he has thought of countless romantic ways to spend New Year's Day with spirituality, and why was he forced to make a cameo appearance in such a strange plot!

It's just goosebumps! What a greasy and crooked old man! If it were him, even if he was lying in bed and dying, he would definitely order his little artist: "You go to hell with me quickly!" ”

Wait, why is the first thought to go to hell? A kind and noble person like him, how can he go to heaven, hum, chirp crookedly, who wrote the script, it's too disgusting.

As if there was a ghost chasing after him, he quickly took off the old man's makeup, Qin Zhengqing turned his mind and became happy again, and came to Luo Lingxiu's side, looking like I want to whisper to Lingxiu, you group of acquaintances, the light bulbs, hurry up and get away.

"Spiritual, you said that you can move on it yourself tonight, and you are not allowed to regret it. I didn't say stop or not. ”

Luo Lingxiu was not ashamed at all, "Hmm. ”

President Qin suddenly fluttered, and he didn't care whether tomorrow's headline was whether the president of Shengshi personally made a cameo appearance in a certain work for his lover and played a dying old man, and circled around Luo Lingxiu impatiently.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people at the scene, he really wanted to reach out and pull his clothes directly, and it felt good to play something in the hospital, why don't you borrow the nurse's nurse outfit just now?

"President Qin is worthy of being born to be an actor! Even playing a husky is so similar! "The director who was hit by a pie falling from the sky came up and slapped his ass.

Hahahaha, who else can make the president of Shengshi make a cameo in this world, and the superstar Luo Lingxiu will star in the whole process, ahhh

He's a great director through the sky!

"Huskies?" Qin Zhengqing stopped turning in circles, and glanced at the director, damn it, is he like a dog? Is he like a dog? He's so domineering, where is he like Erha? If you want to look like a wolfdog, you have to look like a wolfdog or something.

…… So it's still a dog? Mr. Qin, what kind of self-consciousness is you?

A smile flashed in Luo Lingxiu's eyes, and he reminded, "There are still five hours before dawn." ”

The fireworks outside have not yet ended, and the whole city is still stuck in a carnival alternating between the old and the new years, which is no different in and out of the play.

It's just that at this moment they are still young, and there is infinite hope for the future, the days seem to be endless and long day by day, and the thick love and honey are sticky all the time as if they are about to ferment, and every day is a good spring.

It's just Qin Zhengqing, I promise that I won't let you grow old so wolfly and die so powerlessly in front of my eyes, therefore, I will continue to cultivate.

"Happy New Year, Qin Zhengqing."

"Happy New Year, Devotional - Let's do something happy."

"Okay.".

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