Confessions of a retired star

Chapter 8

There was no response from the receiver, not a hesitant silence, but as if the intercom had disappeared, only the hollow ambient sound echoed in my ears.

The next second, Zhu Shisi hung up the phone, grabbed the key and rushed out the door.

When Zhu Shisi kicked open the old door of Mu Di's house, Mu Di was curled up in the dark entrance, his face was pale, his head was sweating profusely, and he forced a painful smile to Zhu Shisi.

"elder brother……"

Mu Di's trembling lips whispered, Zhu Shisi ignored him, ran into the cramped room and grabbed an outdated coat, carried Mu Di on his back, and ran out of the residential building with dim street lights, put Mu Di on Went to the co-pilot, wiped the sweat off his forehead and covered him with his coat.

The sports car started, and Zhu Shisi spoke.

"Why didn't you call an ambulance?"

His eyes were looking ahead, his expression was serious, and his foot on the accelerator was faintly exerting force. Mu Di weakly turned his pale face to Zhu Shisi, and said intermittently:

"We are entertainers, going to the hospital will cause a sensation... Especially Brother Shisi, it is not suitable to show your face... You can't call 120... That's why I want to trouble Guo Xi..."

"...Stop talking, save your strength, and go to the hospital right away," Zhu Shisi was worried, and his tone softened a lot. "Compared to your body, nothing else is important."

The dark blue Porsche shuttled quickly on the street, and arrived at the nearest general hospital in a short while.

Zhu Shisi carried Mu Di to the emergency room. There were not many people in the hospital at night, but the appearance of the star also attracted the attention of others.Now I can't manage so much, registering, accompanying the doctor, paying fees, Zhu Shisi has been busy running for nearly an hour, until Mu Di was lying on the hospital bed for infusion, Zhu Shisi finally took a breath.

Mu Di was diagnosed with stomach bleeding and said it was caused by his irregular life. Zhu Shisi asked him several times before he admitted that he accidentally fell and hit the sharp corner of the prop during the recording of the variety show in the afternoon.

"That group of people asked you to do dangerous actions again?"

"It was me who was not careful...don't worry."

Of course Zhu Shisi didn't believe it, because when he was changing Mu Di's hospital clothes just now, Zhu Shisi saw with his own eyes that there were other red and purple scars on his body.It's not that I haven't been on Mu Di's show before, how those old fritters run on Mu Di, Zhu Shisi is very clear.

But he didn't want to ask in depth. After all, being ridiculed and excluded at work is not a good thing for any self-respecting social person. Zhu Shisi thought about it, and complained in a euphemistic way: "Your team of hosts, there are several strong people, why do you keep asking you to take risks, you are really a bunch of cowards."

Mu Di shook Zhu Shisi's hand on the hospital bed in relief, with a relieved expression: "They are the seniors, and I am the junior. It doesn't matter if the juniors do more things...don't worry..."

Zhu Shisi sighed, and put Mu Di's exposed hand back under the quilt. He didn't want to say anything more. In fact, everyone knew that whether he was selling corruption or being teased, this was his life.

After watching by the bed for a while, after Mu Di fell asleep quietly, Zhu Shisi turned off the light and quietly pushed open the door of the ward.

As soon as the door was opened, he discovered two remarkable things.

First, he realized he had run out of the house before changing out of his dark blue pajamas and slippers.

The second thing is that the seemingly quiet corridor was actually full of reporters and onlookers. Seeing Zhu Shisi come out of the ward, they rushed forward.

"Mudi is sick?"

"Are you hurt too?"

"Why isn't Yan Yu here?"

"Did you get into a fight with someone?"

"Have you lived with Mu Di in private?"

"Why do you have to go to the hospital in your pajamas?"

"May I ask what Yan Yu thinks about you running wildly holding the Mu Di in the middle of the night?"

what's the situation?Zhu Shisi was a little dazed, he was so focused on guarding Mu Di in the ward just now, he didn't notice this group of people lurking outside at all.

Questions from the reporters came one after another. Zhu Shisi hadn't experienced this feeling of popularity for a long time. He stood in the crowd, surrounded by noisy sound waves. Neither is walking.

It's so noisy, this group of people is really noisy, what should I do if I wake up Mu Di?

Zhu Shisi frowned, upset.

Just when his forced and easy-going expression was almost unbearable, a calm and low voice suddenly sounded from behind the crowd.

"This is a hospital. If anyone makes any more noise, I will call the police immediately."

The calm and steady declarative sentence hit the noisy crowd forcefully. The sound was not loud, but it had a strong penetrating and deterrent effect. The corridor fell silent for a moment, and no one spoke anymore. They all turned their heads to look at the person who made the sound——

It was a young doctor wearing metal-rimmed glasses.

Zhu Shisi cast his eyes behind him as if he was rescued, passed the obstacles of high and low, and looked across the air at the savior who descended a few meters away.

"..."

The eyes met, Zhu Shisi's mouth twitched.

The young doctor put his left hand in his trouser pocket smartly, and his right hand was a little stiff to move towards Zhu Shisi, his demeanor looked professional and cold:

"Family members come over, and all other irrelevant personnel go out."

Zhu Shisi quickly put away his subtle gaze, regained his rational and polite expression, pushed aside the crowd, followed the doctor, and the two walked into the middle consultation room.

As soon as the door was closed, Zhu Shisi's surprised voice burst out from the mouth he had tried to hold tight: "You, are you a doctor?"

"No," the young "doctor" locked the door, his serious and quiet expression broke instantly, and he laughed muffledly, "Hahaha, does it look like it?"

Zhu Shisi took a step back and looked at the man by the buzzing fluorescent lamp. The white coat was handsome and crisp. It didn't look like a uniform on him, but a haute couture windbreaker. Ordinary gold-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of his nose. How can there be such a stylish doctor who gives people the feeling of being shrewd and gentle?

However, his eyes were bloodshot and his hair was slightly disheveled. It could be seen that he was tired from the night shift. The details were in place, so it could be faked.

"Where did you get your clothes?"

The "doctor" took off his white coat and threw it on the desk next to him: "Here, borrow it to wear it."

"Oh..." Seeing that he was still wearing the wholesale black T-shirt with two stars on the left hem, Zhu Shisi laughed inexplicably.

"Anything happy?"

Hei Xingnan smoothed his hair, and looked at Zhu Shisi with clear eyes.

"You..." Zhu Shisi suppressed the corner of his mouth with a dark smile, and joked, "Did your T-shirt...have you bought many of the same style?"

"What? It's not the same style. I have four pieces in total. The stars on each piece are different in size. I sewed them on by myself," the black star man said frankly, his generous eyes shining softly under the lamp, "Do you like it? I'll give you one."

"No, no need..."

Zhu Shisi waved his hand and declined, you still have one hanging in my closet.

bang bang bang bang bang bang-

"Can I ask about the situation?"

The reporter's questioning sounded outside the door, and the brief silence was broken by the heavy knock on the door. Zhu Shisi turned his head to look at the vibrating door panel.

here we go again?This group of gossip hyenas are bound to not let themselves go?

"Go." Hei Xingnan took Zhu Shisi's hand and walked towards the window.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Shisi's mind was a little confused, but he didn't let go immediately, "Where are you going?"

Hei Xingnan opened the window with his right arm wearing a splint, raised his chin and pointed to the thumping door, and said in a low voice: "The reporters will definitely not let go, let's jump down from here and escape. "

Before Zhu Shisi could react, Hei Xingnan let go of his hand, leaned on the window sill and jumped out like a dexterous black cat. Zhu Shisi was startled and rushed to the window, only to see the man He had already landed firmly in front of the bushes downstairs, waving at him.

"Come down quickly, the second floor won't break."

"This...I..."

Although it won't break, this person jumped out of the window and jumped off the building when he disagreed with him. He was completely defenseless, and Zhu Shisi's heart was beating like a drum in fright. Isn't he exaggerating?

Seeing Zhu Shisi's hesitant expression, Hei Xingnan raised his left hand high and looked at him with certainty: "Don't be afraid, I'll follow you."

"Then I..." Zhu Shisi glanced at the noisy door behind him. His heart sank, and he also grabbed the window sill and turned out, "I don't want you to take it."

After all, he stepped on the short platform extending between the floors and jumped down. He should have landed smoothly, but his slippers slipped in the mud, and one slipped out, and Hululu rolled into the drain.Zhu Shisi staggered a few steps forward with his bare right foot, and subconsciously grabbed Hei Xingnan's arms to stand still.

"Oops, I don't have any shoes on my right foot." Hei Xingnan took a deep breath, supported the stumbled Zhu Shisi with his hands, and pulled him out of the dark bushes while laughing.

Zhu Shisi thought that he looked a little stupid without a shoe, so he also curled his lips and smiled, dissatisfied: "Oops, I didn't return the glasses."

"Glasses?" Black Star Man tilted his head to look at Zhu Shisi, and suddenly realized that he was still wearing metal-rimmed glasses from the desk on his nose. Send it here, and escort you home tonight."

Hei Xingnan grabbed Zhu Shisi's hand and continued to run forward.

It's really capricious, he's so calm after doing something bad, Zhu Shisi peeked at his side face while running, the soft and fluffy black hair hopped on his clean forehead, his long eyelashes blinked from time to time, his eyes A bright light is released... Zhu Shisi understands why I feel familiar when I see him for the first time, because he looks a bit like one of my high school classmates, especially his profile.

After turning a few turns, the two stopped by the carport behind the inpatient department. Hei Xingnan led Zhu Shisi to a cool looking motorcycle, took the lead to ride on it, and patted the cushion behind him: "Come on .”

"Riding a motorcycle? I drove the car myself..."

"Your car is already surrounded by reporters," Hei Xingnan patted the cushion again, urging Zhu Shisi, "Come up quickly."

The night cat barked a few times in the distance, Zhu Shisi followed the sound and saw several people with recording pens and mobile phones rushing towards this side stepping on the lights, Zhu Shisi tightened his heart and stretched his legs He got on the motorcycle and put his arms around the man's waist: "Let's go."

The man tightened the accelerator, looked straight ahead, and with a bang, the two disappeared by the carport under the night.

The iron-black motorcycle dotted with golden and green flowing lines travels like lightning in Fengyuan City in the early morning.

The cool night wind blew past his ears, Zhu Shisi's long-sleeved pajamas were not thick, and he was missing a slipper. He was a little cold.But the person in front should be colder. He was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, and the loose cuffs were blown wildly by the wind. Zhu Shisi stared at the sleeves, unconsciously wrapped his arms around his strong waist, and leaned against his body. his back.

"Is it cold?" Zhu Shisi asked softly.

"What are you talking about? It's so windy I can't hear—"

The motorcycle drove into the tunnel, and the other party's voice was drawn out. He tried to turn his face to listen carefully, but Zhu Shisi pointed him back with one hand.

"Ride well."

Really, driving so fast, it’s fine without a helmet, and the right arm is still tied with a splint shaper, making such a dangerous movement, it’s hard to die.

Zhu Shisi groaned and hugged him tighter. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold or because of fear, or because of other reasons...

The wind blew their close together hair, one deep and one shallow, intertwined and caressed with the wind, the lights on the top of the tunnel quickly slid over the heads of the two of them, casting circles of psychedelic light faint.

The fresh fragrance belonging to the man passed over the tip of the nose, very close, but it was hard to catch because of the wind, tickling the sense of smell, Zhu Shisi's face rubbed against the man's back shoulder, which was hidden under the hair tail of the left ear The scars appeared before his eyes.

The scar was four centimeters in size, and there were traces of stitches. Zhu Shisi was startled when he saw it, because he had a similar scar behind his ear, but his was on the right.

"It must be very painful..." Zhu Shisi let go of one hand, lightly poked the scar behind the man's ear, and before he noticed his little movement, he quietly reached back and hugged his waist.

The man's face was facing the exit, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, facing the starry night sky, he drove Zhu Shisi out of the long tunnel.

At this moment, an exaggerated big red sports car roared into the opening of the driveway on the other side. The driver was holding the steering wheel with one hand and the phone with the other. His slightly curly brown hair fluttered in the wind. , a gorgeous face smiling unabashedly.

"Boss Lei, are you kidding me? I'm not at home anymore, am I sleeping? I was called by you."

Before finishing speaking, Qing Feng slapped the horn vigorously, urging the slow-moving cars in front to give way quickly.

"What? Horn sound? You heard it wrong, how could I honk the horn on the bed, it's almost the same as blowing the horn, hahaha."

Qingfeng was talking nonsense again, and his wanton laughter echoed in the tunnel. After the person on the other end of the phone finished speaking, he kissed the receiver, hung up the phone quickly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Victory's smirk.

The author has something to say: "The wind is too strong and I can't hear clearly" is the stalk in "Tokyo Babylon"~~