Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

第818章 职业武替的7颗星宿（31）3合1~

"Xiaoyue, you should go back."

A familiar voice sounded in the void. Song Yuesheng looked around in confusion, but only saw a hazy white mist.

what?

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

In the mist, the figures of my parents are looming. My mother is still wearing the cheongsam, and my father's glasses reflect a gentle light.

"Mom and Dad can't be with you," Dad's voice was as light as the wind, "but Xiaoyue, you already have people who care about you and love you. If you don't go back, someone will be sad."

Song Yuesheng's chest suddenly tightened.

Their feelings for me are not normal… She retorted in her heart, how could anyone… How could anyone be like this?

As if she saw through her thoughts, her mother smiled and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes smoothed out: "Because Xiaoyue is the most blessed child."

Have...blessings?

The word pierced her heart like a needle.

Is it a blessing to be able to leave your body?

Being entangled by them and forced to accept those twisted feelings is also the case?

"Because it was given to you by your parents." Her mother reached out to touch her head, but her fingertips went through her hair. "If no one took care of Xiaoyue, we would be worried too."

The fog suddenly rolled in, and a strange voice interrupted:

"Donor, what you asked for is all good luck, you should follow the will of heaven."

"March peach blossoms are irreversible, benefactor, you must also adapt to the changes around you."

Countless voices exploded in his ears, and Song Yuesheng suddenly opened his eyes——

Blinding white light.

The cold tube of the ventilator is inserted into the nasal cavity, and every breath carries the smell of disinfectant.

So sad.

She subconsciously tried to raise her hands, but found that her wrists were fixed by soft restraints.

This is where?

"you're awake?"

A strange face came closer. The woman was wearing a white coat, with chestnut curly hair hanging down her shoulders and eyes curved into crescents.

She had a name tag on her chest: Professor Ruan Lan.

Song Yuesheng wanted to speak, but only a hoarse sound came out. His throat felt like it had been burned, dry and painful.

"You can't speak yet," Ruan Lan gently held down her struggling hand, "Sleep for a while, I'll find someone to take care of you."

Her fingertips were cool and smelled like some sedative.

Song Yuesheng heard the sound of keyboard typing, the crisp "tapping" sound was like some kind of lullaby.

Her vision began to blur, and the last thing she knew was that she heard Ruan Lan sigh.

"Poor little girl..."

The sound faded away.

"The instrument can be dismantled now." Ruan Lan left the operating table and turned to her assistant.

"Yes, Professor Ruan."

Amid the beeping sound of the monitor, Song Yuesheng fell into darkness again.

Ruan Lan pushed open the metal door of the laboratory and was blocked in the corridor by three oppressive figures.

For the past half month, she has been experiencing such "shocks" every day.

Si Shu leaned against the wall, the cigarette between his fingers had already burned to the filter but he was unaware.

Xu Yanheng stood by the window in a suit and tie, his eyes behind the glasses as sharp as a scalpel.

Fu Yunzhi blocked the door directly, his expensive leather shoes still stained with mud from the early morning journey.

When three pairs of eyes stared at her at the same time, the hairs on the back of Ruan Lan's neck stood up.

"Sister-in-law..." Si Shu put out his cigarette and walked forward.

Ruan Lan raised her hand to interrupt him: "There is good news."

She paused for two seconds deliberately, looking at the three men's instantly tense jawlines, "The brain wave treatment is effective. Miss Song just woke up and can be transferred to a regular hospital for treatment."

The air in the corridor suddenly froze.

Fu Yunzhi's hand had already pressed on the door handle, but Ruan Lan grabbed his sleeve and said, "Young Master Fu!" Her temples were throbbing. "Can you please listen to me first?"

Outside the glass window, an autumn rainstorm suddenly poured down.

"Miss Song's will to live..." Ruan Lan chose her words carefully, "is almost zero."

She looked at Xu Yanheng and the reflection in her glasses suddenly dimmed. "Although according to analysis, it was mainly because her parents left when she was very young, but... no matter how she guided the simulation, she judged your relationship as 'possessed'."

Fu Yunzhi's knuckles clicked.

"So after she is transferred to a regular hospital," Ruan Lan emphasized, "please do not provoke her."

The sound of raindrops hitting the window was like some kind of warning.

"Otherwise, this kind of thing will happen again in the future, but whether we can save him or not..."

The unfinished words hang in the humid air.

Ruan Lan quietly took half a step back.

The silence of these three men was more terrifying than their anger.

She couldn't help but think of the night half a month ago when it rained just as heavily.

Si Shu rushed into the research institute holding the cold Song Yuesheng, whose clothes were covered in blood, but he stubbornly said, "She was just pretending to be dead."

Three days later, Xu Yanheng appeared with a full set of monitoring equipment, with mist from the helicopter propellers still condensed on his lenses.

Finally, it was Fu Yunzhi who directly dispatched a medical team to guard the corridor.

At that time, all the experts shook their heads, and only these three crazy people insisted on trying the "brain wave awakening therapy" that had not been tested before.

Ruan Lan looked towards the intensive care unit.

Through the gaps in the blinds, a thin figure could be vaguely seen on the hospital bed.

She suddenly found it ridiculous - each of these people was more paranoid than the other, but Miss Song subconsciously regarded them all as monsters.

Amid the sound of rain, Si Shu suddenly spoke: "It's good that you can wake up. Thank you for your hard work during this period, sister-in-law..."

"We are all family, there is no need to talk about thanking or not."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other two looked up at the same time.

Ruan Lan silently hugged the medical record book and quickly found an excuse to leave.

**

Song Yuesheng slowly opened his eyes amid the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and the first thing that became clear in his sight was the ceiling of the ward.

There was a tiny crack on the off-white paint, which looked very much like the celadon bowl that my mother broke that winter.

She could still vaguely hear the laughter of her parents in her dream, and the aroma of the bowl of hot almond tea seemed to still linger on her tongue.

"...Shengsheng?"

A hoarse call came from the right.

She tilted her head slightly, and the three tall figures immediately straightened their backs.

It turns out... I really didn't die.

Song Yuesheng supported herself on the mattress and slowly sat up. The slight pain from the medical tape tearing her skin made her completely awake.

The sycamore leaves outside the window rustled, casting flickering spots of light that danced on the back of her hand.

"I've written it very clearly..." Her voice was hoarser than she expected, and she had to stop and clear her throat. "You shouldn't have saved me. But now that it's already happened, how can I repay you?"

Xu Yanheng was the fastest.

He almost pounced on the bed, but stopped abruptly when he was about to touch her, and finally just gently placed his palm on the top of her head.

"You don't have to pay it back, Shengsheng." He lowered his voice very softly, as if he was afraid of scaring away butterflies, "I said..."

He suddenly choked up, his Adam's apple rolled violently a few times before he continued: "As long as you think of me occasionally and come to me, it's enough for me." When he glanced at the other two people, the light behind the lenses dimmed, "Unlike those who insist on tying you up."

Si Shu's fists were clenched white at his sides, and Fu Yunzhi's sneer froze on his lips before he could even utter it - because the girl on the hospital bed suddenly sighed.

"Actually..." Song Yuesheng looked at the falling sycamore leaves outside the window, as if he had made up his mind, "It's okay to pester me."

She turned her head, her eyes calm and unnerving, "If you can accept that... you may not get the response you want for a very long time."

Xu Yanheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he just smiled an almost pious smile: "How could I refuse you?"

Si Shu & Fu Yunzhi: ...Xu Yanheng is such a bastard!!!

But the girl's next words made the entire ward suddenly quiet: "You too."

She stroked the raised threads on the corner of the quilt. "Instead of choosing one and causing chaos every day... why don't we make new rules?" The corners of her pale lips raised a very shallow arc. "But my energy is limited. There can only be one person at a time. You can think about it slowly."

These words were so shocking that the three men froze at the same time.

A draught suddenly blew in from outside the window, lifting the curtains and making a rustling sound.

"No hurry." Fu Yunzhi suddenly reached out and pushed her back into the quilt. His fingertips trembled slightly when they touched her shoulders. "Let's talk about it after you are discharged from the hospital."

Song Yuesheng closed his eyes obediently.

In the dim light, I could hear the three people arguing in low voices, as if through thick frosted glass.

Warm liquid slid from the corners of my eyes into my hair.

I don’t know if it was because the ward was too bright, or because of the hot steam from the bowl of almond tea in my dream, that made my eyes hurt.

If...if it's really as the dream said...

Does this count as... starting to accept this heavy "gift" from her?

**

Two years later.

Shudian Film and Television City, S City.

The black Mercedes stopped under a sycamore tree three hundred meters outside the crew's cordon. The low roar of the engine startled a few sparrows.

"Don't come looking for me." Song Yuesheng unbuckled his seat belt and turned around to warn.

Si Shu's fingertips suddenly stroked the inside of her wrist, where there were still light red finger marks from last night's lovemaking.

"Xu Yanheng can find you, but not me?" As he leaned forward, the cuffs of his custom-made suit brushed against her knitted cardigan. "Shengsheng, you are too biased."

Song Yuesheng thought that if the corresponding time was set, everyone would strictly follow it, but in the past two years, she has solved countless cases of jealousy.

The rotation system that was agreed upon at the beginning has long been turned into a spy drama by these three men. Except for the leisure month, the rest of the time is just wasted.

"He is a formally employed consultant of traditional Chinese medicine." Song Yuesheng pulled his hand back and tapped his fingertips on the leather seat. "I came back from Haiyuan City yesterday to make up for the scenes. Wasn't he staying in the drama group obediently?"

Si Shu suddenly chuckled, his Adam's apple rolling: "But he kissed you."

"That was after work—" Song Yuesheng suddenly paused, "Wait...how do you know so clearly?"

The sun cast sharp shadows beneath her eyelashes.

"What did you say behind my little group's back?"

Si Shu immediately let go of his hand and straightened his sleeves as if nothing had happened: "Shengsheng, you are here again, how could there be a Xiaoqun?"

He reached out to help her brush away the scattered hair on her cheek, "Go quickly, you'll be late if you don't leave now."

Song Yuesheng slapped his hand away.

When I pushed the door open, the cool breeze of early autumn blew in, blowing away the lingering scent of agarwood in the car.

She bent down and looked into the car: "For the last time, don't come to visit."

As long as it didn't cause her too much trouble, Song Yuesheng always turned a blind eye.

But the crew can't.

The muffled sound of the car door closing startled the magpie in the treetop.

Si Shu took out his cell phone, and on the lock screen was her profile as she slept soundly last night.

There are already 99+ unread messages in the group, and the latest one is a panoramic photo posted by Fu Yunzhi - next to the sandalwood Buddhist beads, a peace rope is dazzling red in the morning light.

[Fu San Fox Spirit]: It was consecrated at Lanyu Temple. Shengsheng prayed for it all night long [love][love]