Chapter Thirteen Women's Clothing Photos

There is a red no-smoking sign on the wall.

Qin Zhan glanced at the diagnosis certificate in his hand, and covered the striking sign with his back against the wall.

He took out a cigarette from his arms, clenched the mouthpiece repeatedly with his teeth, but did not light it.

Eyes fell on the name on the paper,

It took him a long time to recognize Feifengwu's signature before he recognized the word "Han Jing".

‘Han Jing’?

Taking two deep puffs like an addict, he thought and laughed.

I looked down again to see the disease, delusional disease.

Living in these days is not easy and stressful, many daydreams, and naturally many become mentally ill.

The white walls in the hospital corridor were full of mottled footprints. Qin Zhan glanced down, folded his arms and squatted down to see.

After watching for a while, he suddenly spit out the cigarette holder and took the cigarette body to measure the footprints. The cigarette has been suffocating for a long time, and his mouth is bitter and numb.

The footprint is 28 centimeters, male, young, about 172 in height, slender, with a slightly lame right foot.

He sketched the outline of this person in his mind, as if he had simulated it a thousand times, and slowly he became fascinated.

He stood up, and also stretched out his foot a bit viciously and stepped on it according to the footprint, trying to cover up the mischief of the predecessors.

He pretended to take the time to finish smoking a cigarette before he calmed down his emotions, put on his white coat, and slowly opened the door of the consultation room.

"I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a while." Qin Zhan said gently to the boy sitting on the black sofa wearing a white cartoon sweater.

"It doesn't matter." The boy named Han Jing replied.

Qin Zhan nodded, pulled out the chair and sat across from him across a small table, and took out a gel pen from his chest pocket.

He turned over a new page so that he could record at any time.

There are many flowers and plants in the consultation room, all kinds of warm decorations, in order to try to create a comfortable treatment environment for the patients.

Qin Zhan touched the mimosa on the table, and when he saw that it quietly closed the leaves, he raised his head and asked gently about the man's condition.

"You won't believe it." Han Jing said abruptly and firmly.

Qin Zhan showed a formulaic standard smile, and lowered his head to write and draw on the medical certificate.

"You say, I believe." He drew a butterfly in three or two strokes.

Han Jing shook his head, tilted his head to look at him, and said softly, "You won't believe it."

Qin Zhan felt his temple jump, and patiently said, "If you don't tell me, how do you know I won't believe it?"

Han Jing's appearance is delicate and very confusing, making it easy for people to think that he is a lost sheep. He twisted his fingers and said softly, "I see God."

He opened his mouth and hesitated: "God... will laugh at me."

Qin Zhan raised his head, raised his eyebrows and narrowed the corners of his eyes. He tried his best to restrain the inhuman coldness in his bones. He painted the butterfly black with a smile, "Are you talking about the god statue in the abandoned church? It's been smiling, It's true for everyone, you're no exception."

Han Jing squeezed out a smile: "Ah... no, no, no, no, many people come and go, live and die, only it is there, accompany me, pity me... laugh at me."

Han Jingjunxiu's indifferent face was calm, and the black and white pupils moved slightly, "Nothing in this world is eternal, except my love for it, Doctor Qin, do you understand?"

Qin Zhan was stunned for a moment, and then sneered at his deformed love in his heart, but when he looked at the little collarbone exposed by his drooping collar, he was fascinated again.

Bewildered, he answered irrelevantly, he said, "You are so beautiful."

Qin Zhan said, picked up an apple in the fruit bowl on the table, and skillfully peeled off a circle of peel, "God has no heart, you love it, you are crazy for it, and it won't give you a second look."

Han Jing was unmoved, holding his knuckles and shaking, "I know, I didn't want it to respond. Faith has always been one-way, and it is my faith, it is my salvation."

Qin Zhan handed him the peeled apple, chewed on his words, and hummed, "Try it, it's very sweet."

An apple suddenly pulled Han Jing back to reality from the frenzy. He took the apple, thanked him, and took a silent bite.

The two of them stared at each other silently, face to face. There was only the crisp sound of chewing in the small psychological consultation room, until Han Jing only had half an apple in his hand.

Qin Zhan's knuckles tapped on the table, "Han Jing, your time is up, come back tomorrow, I'm still here waiting for you."

Han Jing nodded, oh, put down the apple, stood up and walked out.

He stood up and smoothed the folds on his clothes. He had swollen his feet a few days ago and walked a little limp.

Qin Zhan looked at him, male, 172 in height, thin and slightly lame on his right foot.

He suddenly realized, "It really is you." The little villain who destroys the public environment.

Han Jing raised his eyebrows slightly: "What?"

Qin Zhan shook his head and smiled gently: "It's nothing, see you tomorrow."

Han Jing went out and closed the door. Qin Zhan sat there alone and picked up an apple and peeled it patiently. It was time-consuming and meticulous, and it was clean and not broken.

The moment the peel fell to the ground, he threw away the apple he had just peeled in his hand, raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on the half of the apple that had been slightly oxidized and yellowed on the table.

He grabbed the half of the apple, and his eyes were a hundred times more intense than Han Jing just now.

He closed his eyes, slumped his shoulders, like a lazy cat, first approached and sniffed gently, then bent his lips and placed a kiss on Han Jing's neat teeth marks.

In the end, when tasted the delicious delicacy, opened mouth and nibbled at the apple one by one.

Knock knock knock knock knock on the door, the little nurse pushed the door in with a creak, leaned out half of her body, and called out as usual, "No. 032 Qin Zhan, it's time to rest, go back to the ward now!"

...

"No. 032 Feng Zhiting, No. 018 Kong Chensheng, the performance is over."

The hall was silent for a moment, and the announcement woke the audience who were still immersed in the play.

It is undeniable that their audition was very exciting, especially the additional scene where Feng Zhiting ate the half of the apple at the end, morbid, eager, and unable to ask for anything. All these complex emotions were perfectly interpreted through a kiss. .

Corresponding to Kong Chensheng's play, it was a little unremarkable, and it can only be said that no one is allowed to play, which is still a little far from the broken and firm texture of Han Jing.

After several discussions, Feng Zhiting was settled first, because everyone was confident that there would never be another Qin Zhan better than him.

It was also the first time that Ye Rong saw the results of his own words being embodied, and the shock in his heart was much stronger than that of others.

From the moment they finished acting, they couldn't help but praise Fu Wenyuan, "It's really the peak of the opening, do you still want to continue to choose? The actors behind are under so much pressure, how could Feng Zhiting's acting skills be the new actor. I personally like Kong Chensheng very much, he has great potential, and the opponent is so strong that he has caught the scene!"

Fu Wenyuan looked at him with bright eyes, shook his head like a fluffy puppy, full of eyes, he just thought he was extremely cute, making people want to hug him and tease him.

However, before his thoughts could be put into practice, they were interrupted by an unsolicited Feng Zhiting.

Feng Zhiting had a clear goal and went straight to Fu Wenyuan, because the picture of the two together was too beautiful, and Ye Rong even thought that if he wanted to be a little artistic, he would have a world famous painting by now.

Feng Zhiting seemed to be no stranger to Fu Wenyuan, and he didn't have those vain things, but said straight to the point: "I want to choose Kong Chensheng, and I can't play Han Jing without him."

Fu Wenyuan stood up from the seat. The two were about the same height, but he was much more aggressive than Feng Zhiting. "What are you talking about with me now?"

Feng Zhiting didn't seem to have expected him to be merciless. He lowered his eyes and smiled slowly, but his gentle words were threatening, "Why should I, don't you know?"

Ye Rong was eating melons with high spirits beside him: Fight, fight!

Feng Zhiting didn't make a sound, but he was already a blockbuster, "Your photos of women's clothes are still in my hands."

Ye Rong: ? ? ? Is it that exciting?

Fu Wenyuan's expression suddenly became weird, and he sneered: "Your photos of the naked body are even more exciting."

Ye Rong: ... On the day that Yi was forced to death, not a single melon was innocent.

Feng Zhiting didn't show any signs of being offended, and he still moved forward and back in a moderate manner, "Fu Wenyuan, when you talk nonsense, don't you think about what Mr. Ye around you will think of you?"

After hearing this, Fu Wenyuan really made time to turn around and explain to Ye Rong, "It's a photo of him when he was three years old, Rong Rong, you believe me, I have no interest in him, the photo in his hand is when I was two years old... "

"Small pleated pink skirt." Feng Zhiting said with more enthusiasm.

Fu Wenyuan turned his head and glared at him, his eyes rolled around his face as if he suddenly remembered something, and said vaguely, "Do you know where the money that Kong Chensheng bought you came from?"

Feng Zhiting's gentle mask finally cracked, he took a deep breath, "What do you mean?"

Fu Wenyuan looked at him like an idiot, "What are you guys doing lately? Didn't you just find out that he carried you to the clubhouse to give you a cuckold? You really like him too, so you have to endure it."

Feng Zhiting replied calmly in his eyes, "Each each other."

Ye Rong didn't know if it was an illusion, but when Feng Zhiting said these words, he glanced at himself lightly, and quickly moved away.

Fu Wenyuan frowned slightly, as if he was afraid that others would covet his baby, he stood over to block Ye Rong, and said, "Kong Chensheng took the money from me, you can ask me about him."

Hearing the answer, Feng Zhiting couldn't help frowning and compromised: "What about the price, what do you want?"

Fu Wenyuan folded his arms and pondered, as if he was considering how to use the information in his hand to maximize the benefits. He suddenly turned to Ye Rong and asked, "Does Rong Rong want to go out to play? Going on a business trip in a few days, the one who will be reimbursed kind."

The boss has spoken, and Ye Rong is of course kind.

Fu Wenyuan was very satisfied, turned his head and made a final decision, "I want you to cross the resort in Yunshan Mountain."

[The author has something to say: Han Jing and Qin Zhan are both the mapping of the main cp and the promotion of the sub-cp plot, so the writing is a bit detailed, I hope you don't mind Ao]