Listening to Peng Hui's experience, Zhao Feng couldn't help but sigh.

"There is a saying that has always been circulated in this circle, if you want to be famous, you have to rely on your life!" Zhao Feng said with emotion.

"Hehe." Peng Hui smiled and did not answer.

"Okay, that's good. If you can become a talented person, it's not in vain that I put you through this time." Zhao Feng said happily.

"Don't talk like that, teacher." Peng Hui said quickly, "I'd rather you be healthy than suffer this."

"Okay, you two are not too tired. Come on, I'll make some soup, and Peng Peng will drink some." The teacher's wife's laughter sounded outside the door.

Then, the mistress came in carrying a thermos pot.

These days, everything Peng Hui does is watched by his wife. In addition, now that Zhao Feng has recovered, his wife will naturally become closer to him.

Of course, the teacher's wife herself is not very clear about what happened. If she knew that the reason why Zhao Feng had a stroke was because of Peng Hui, I don't know if she would still be so kind.

Half a month later, Zhao Feng was discharged from the hospital.

Although I'm not as good as walking yet, I can walk independently.

It is also gratifying and congratulatory.

"Teacher, you need to get more rest." Peng Hui said with concern after sending Zhao Feng home.

"By the way, I saw you received a call yesterday. What's the matter?" Zhao Feng was a little reluctant to say goodbye, but suddenly thought of something and asked curiously.

"Someone asked me to film a movie." Peng Hui said with a wry smile.

"Yo!" Zhao Feng's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "Really?"

"kindness."

"What kind of show is it?"

"Web drama."

"Online dramas are also available."

"But……"

"This is a good thing! Why are you unhappy?" Zhao Feng asked strangely.

"You want me to play one of the leading male roles."

"Huh? You? The male protagonist?" Zhao Feng looked at Peng Hui suspiciously and asked a little strangely.

"No, teacher, what's your expression like that? I can't play the leading role? I'm a bit handsome after all, right?" Peng Hui said proudly.

"Haha, very handsome." Zhao Feng smiled and replied perfunctorily.

Peng Hui rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"What? Are you scared?" Zhao Feng asked.

Peng Hui smiled bitterly and said: "Teacher, how come you have been teaching for so many years and still can't change your accent?"

"Nonsense! Little bastards like you come to piss off Lao Zhi every year. It's damning if Lao Zhi can change his ways!" Zhao Feng laughed and cursed angrily.

Peng Hui laughed.

"Perform well! Don't embarrass us in the show!" Zhao Feng patted Peng Hui on the shoulder and said solemnly.

"Actually, what I'm worried about isn't the drama..."

"What is that?"

"What I'm worried about is..." Peng Hui looked up at the sky at 45 degrees and said with some helplessness: "The director said that I am too handsome and I have to act ugly. Unfortunately, I can't do that."

"Pfft... you damn boy! Get out of here!" Zhao Feng was so angry that he almost choked on his saliva and waved his hand to hit Peng Hui.

Peng Hui jumped out and ran away laughing.

"You brat!" Zhao Feng cursed with a smile, but the parting feeling in his heart was really diluted a lot.

Although I have been notified, I still have to go through an audition.

However, what Peng Hui didn't expect was that the screenwriter who was going to audition for the film went on a trip to collect stories and would not be back for a few days.

Although he didn't know why he had to go through the screenwriter for his audition, since he was not in a hurry, Peng Hui didn't care.

In the next few days, Zhao Feng was gradually able to walk, which was a good thing.

After all, Zhao Feng is less than fifty years old, his body was relatively strong before, and he recovered quickly.

But on this day, Peng Hui pushed his wheelchair, and the two of them came to an old residential area in Shanghai.

Today, the person the two of them want to meet is Zhao Feng’s mentor—Yan Shunkai.

Seeing Zhao Feng adjusting his clothes involuntarily, Peng Hui secretly chuckled.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng, who is tall and tall, can look like a little woman.

It's quite funny.

"You brat! If you want to laugh, just laugh!" Zhao Feng scolded with a smile.

"Teacher, where is Mr. Yan's home?"

"Ask, I forgot too." Zhao Feng rolled his eyes at Peng Hui and looked around, as if he was remembering something.

After many inquiries, I finally found Yan Shunkai’s home.

However, what the two of them did not expect was that the home Yan Shun opened clearly looked like it had not been occupied for a long time.

After asking my neighbors, I found out that four years ago when I was filming, I was hospitalized due to cerebral infarction and stroke. Although my life was saved by medical staff, I have been hospitalized since then. Here in my old house, I have been

No one has lived there for a long time.

"Old man..." Zhao Feng's eyes turned red and he burst into tears.

After going around and around, the two finally found Mr. Yan who was living in the hospital.

When we met again, no one could believe that the old man with a haggard face and sparse white hair in front of him was actually the "Ah Q" and "Zhang San" who touched countless people in the country.

"You are..." Mr. Yan looked at the two of them, a little confused.

"Teacher! Don't you remember me? I'm Zhao Feng!" Zhao Feng asked in disbelief when he saw Mr. Yan's appearance.

The nurse on the side said unsurprisingly: "The old gentleman has Alzheimer's disease and has forgotten many things from the past."

"But... where is the teacher's family?" Zhao Feng asked in confusion.

"Family?" When she mentioned this, the little nurse looked indignant, "You have stopped coming a long time ago! If Mr. Cao Xiong hadn't been here all these years, Mr. Cao Xiong..."

As he was talking, Mr. Yan suddenly started crying.

"I'm going to find him! Find him! Don't stop me!"

"Teacher, here you go..."

"He said he wanted to find his youngest apprentice, but Mr. Cao Xiong said he was already dead." The young nurse said helplessly while holding Mr. Yan down.

Zhao Feng was completely stunned on the spot.

"Is it you?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind.

The two of them turned around and took a look.

"Mr. Cao Xiong, come and help! The old gentleman is sick again!" the little nurse called out the other party's identity.

Cao Xiong glanced at Zhao Feng and silently came to Mr. Yan's side. After coaxing and deceiving him for a long time, he finally made Mr. Yan calm down.

After the injection, Mr. Yan fell asleep.

The little nurse left in a hurry.

The ward became a little quiet.

"When did you come?" After a long time, Cao Xiong asked.

"Just arrived...Teacher, he..."

"Four years." Cao Xiong did not correct Zhao Feng's words, but said softly for a while.

"I thought it was just..."

"If an apology is useful, what do we need the police to do in this world?" Cao Xiong asked sarcastically.

Zhao Feng remained silent.

"Go away, take your things away, teacher... you don't need it!" Cao Xiong threw the fruit that Zhao Feng had brought over before, turned his back to the two of them, and issued an order to expel the guests.

Zhao Feng looked at Cao Xiong, then at Mr. Yan who was sleeping, and finally turned around and walked towards the door.

"Teacher has never complained about you, but we fellow disciples have never acknowledged you." Cao Xiong's voice sounded faintly.
Chapter completed!