Clouds and water do not know the wind and moon [entertainment circle]

Chapter 21

Regarding his illness, Tang didn't know that he still had a sense of unreality.Before passing out, the heart did occasionally feel uncomfortable, but I never thought it was because of parasites in it.He spat in his heart, thinking: "Damn, what a bad luck."

Picking up the mobile phone and dialing Master's number, after thanking him, the two chatted for a while.

"I don't know, have you known that actor for a long time? The day I came to the hospital to see you, he asked me how I could help you. It seemed as if if you couldn't live, he wouldn't either." Master said suddenly.

Hearing this, Tang Buzhi was stunned for a second before saying, "Maybe he's guilty."

"I don't think it's that simple. Let me ask you, did he have no parents when he was very young?"

Tang didn't know what happened before, and said, "It is true that his mother has passed away, but his father is still alive. Master, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"That day I told him, 'Secrets must not be revealed', and he looked at me with gloomy eyes. I saw an evil spirit between his brows."

The voice from the handset was deep and deep, like an ancient chime bell, revealing the vicissitudes of time.

"Originally, I didn't think much about it, but on my way home, something suddenly fell from the sky and fell in front of me. Guess what it was? A steel bar. It was so dangerous, it was only a centimeter away, and my head I almost opened the ladle."

"Later, I pinched my fingers and calculated, and found that the cause of this incident was Song Yunshui. He is a lonely man, the fate of the lone star of Tiansha. This is a very ominous sign, which will bring disaster to those around him. Seriously, it can even kill people. Only then did I understand why he committed a catastrophe at such a young age."

After Tang Zhi heard it, he felt a little depressed, "Maybe it's just a coincidence, why should the reason be pushed to him?"

Anger comes from anger, and he also knows that nine out of ten what Master said is true.

After finishing the phone call, he put the back of his hand on his forehead and stared at the ceiling with a dazed look in his eyes.

He turned his face and looked out the window.In the darkness, with a few lights on, I couldn't help but think of the stars and the words of Master.

The lone star of Tiansha is a person who is destined to be alone all his life.

Tang Bubu was upset, and fumbled in his pocket for a while, only to find that there was no smoke in the hospital gown.He let out a breath, decided to close his eyes without thinking about anything.

It was completely dark.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Song Yunshui's figure appeared in the hospital.

Between the white walls and the floor, his presence is thick and colorful.

The moment he saw him, the master's alarmist words reverberated in Tang Zhizhi's mind again.

He thought to himself: the lone star is the lone star, maybe I am also the lone star, so I just get together so as not to persecute others.

It seemed to be relieved all of a sudden, but then he thought again, if this is the case, the two of them are lonely stars, then they will end up alone in the end, then the "being together" must be nonsense. There was a sudden panic in his heart, as if the door of his heart had been slammed open by a huge axe. It felt like insects were really biting his chest organs.So my heart became even more panicked.

Song Yunshui closed the door, and there was a "click" sound of metal snapping behind him, as crisp as a wind-up clock.

Seeing that Tang didn't know that his vest was half lying on the wall, Song Yunshui said, "You've been awake?"

"I want to lie down and rest, but unfortunately I can't sleep."

Song Yunshui moved to the side of the bed, stretched his arms, and slid the black leather briefcase from his palm onto the sofa.

Tang didn't know that he was still holding something in the other hand, and asked what it was.

"Supper." He thought for a while, and added "for you".

The bag containing the dinner was handed over by the man's white hand.

Tang Wuzhi opened it and saw that it was steamed Xishi tongue, served with a bowl of lotus seed porridge.The former is also called "sand clam", floating in clear soup, white and fleshy in color, Tang Zhizhi picks up one with chopsticks, but his thoughts associate with Song Yunshui's hand.

"It's such a beautiful thing, it's a pity to eat it", this thought flashed in his mind, and Tang didn't know that he also felt ridiculous.It's strange, it's a demon.

It began to rain at night, as if the entire Milky Way was splashed onto the earth, thousands of windows were blown together, and the leaves that had already withered and yellow were all gone at this moment.

People whose freedom was restricted by the rain had to go home, and the shop owners who lost their business had to sigh deeply, feeling helpless at the suddenly lonely long street.Even in modern times with advanced technology, people are still under the threat of natural forces.

The noise from outside penetrated the walls and glass and carried into their room.

Visibility is low in rainy days, and accidents are prone to occur. There have been several car accidents on Wenxing Road before, so Song Yunshui decided not to go back tonight and stay in the hospital.

"I read the weather forecast that it might rain until tomorrow morning." Tang didn't know that he rarely got sick, and this was the first time he was hospitalized.His upper lip was leaning against his lower lip, looking listless, and his thick black eyebrows seemed a bit forceful.

Song Yunshui responded casually, and he hurriedly pushed the leather sofa away to make a simple bed, took out a quilt from the cabinet, and threw it on the sofa.The quilt is light blue and looks very thin. I don't know if it is used in summer.

"If you do this, you will definitely catch a cold the next day. I've made room for you, come up and sleep."

Song Yunshui refused at first, saying the bed was too small.That square area is indeed a tiny place. Two people lying on it can fall to the ground as soon as they turn over.

Tang didn't know but was very persistent, looked at him pretending to look at him, and said with a smile, "Are you embarrassed to sleep with me?"

Song Yunshui didn't know how he came to this conclusion, shook his head, and said lightly: "No."

"If you don't mind, just squeeze with me. Haven't you just recovered from a cold? Or if you come up, I'll sleep on the sofa." He was about to turn over and get out of bed.

"Don't know, you should know that your immunity is lower than mine now." Song Yunshui stopped what he was doing and turned around.He told Tang Zhizhi not to get out of bed, saying that it would be better to sleep together.He also said that I know you care about me too, thank you.

The thin quilt that smelled of damp was stuffed back into the cabinet.Tang didn't know that he folded his arms on his chest and saw Song Yunshui take something out of the briefcase, then turned around and walked to the water dispenser.

After a while, a bitter smell filled the room, like burnt coffee mixed with ginger.It turned out that he was taking cold medicine in case he really got sick the next day.Tang didn't know once again the difference between himself and Song Yunshui, even in the details, the latter would consider it very carefully.

After both of them drank the medicine, Song Yunshui took off his coat, folded it and put it on the table.

After turning off the light, Song Yunshui walked to the other side in the dark, leaned on the bed and got under the quilt.

The two were lying back to back, and the rain outside the window continued. After a long time, Tang did not know how to fall asleep.As if remembering it suddenly, he asked, "It seems a bit crowded, why don't I move over a little bit?"

No answer.

His breathing has become longer.

It was raining so hard, but there was still moonlight, reflected in the dark room, as if the silver foil had been cut to shreds, emitting a hazy light.

Speaking of which, it was also raining heavily when they saw Jiang Lang that day.

Now thinking of Song Yunshui clasping his hand and saying the phrase "I can die for him", an electric current flowed through his body, and his heart seemed to burn.

Tang didn't know that if time went back to that day, he would say "I can die for Song Yunshui" before Song Yunshui opened his mouth.And this sentence will not be a lie.

Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing behind him.Song Yunshui seemed to have turned over.

Something slid over Tang Zhizhi's waist, wrapping his arms around him tightly.Tang didn't know that his back was leaning against a solid place, and he knew it was Song Yunshui's chest.Now, he was tightly held in Song Yunshui's arms.Those arms were strong and powerful, but trembling slightly.

"...I thought that what happened before was all fake." His voice was low, as if he was talking in his sleep. "... I have a lot of dreams like this... In the dream, you returned to normal, talked to me, and smiled at me, but every time I woke up, I found that you were still unconscious... lying on the hospital bed... you Eyes closed as if they would never open again..."

"...Is this a dream too..."

"...I really want to die with you..."

A gust of cool wind penetrated into the quilt, and Tang didn't know if he felt warm liquid slipping down his neck, and he didn't know if it was tears.Song Yunshui's dream talk was overheard by him.It was as if a thunderbolt exploded in his heart, making him unable to speak.