Worship [Entertainment]

Xia An was stunned for a moment when he heard Fu Jianyu's question, then silently lowered his head.

After a long while, he said slowly: "I have sent cards, pens, a book, anime souvenirs, and this watch."

After listing them out, he raised his head, not understanding why Fu Jianyu would ask himself this question, and the other party was still smiling at first, but after hearing that he no longer had a smile on his face after giving the gift, Xia An felt a little uneasy.

"You guys are finally here!" There was a shout from outside the car. Xia An turned his head and saw Yi Zhengxing running over from a few meters away. When he got to the side of the car, he took a breath, then bent down and looked into the car: " Director Pei asked me to come out to pick you up, everyone is here, and the scenery is already done."

Fu Jian gave a hum, and suddenly leaned towards Xia An.

He leaned over, propped one hand on the back of the seat, and stretched the other over.

With a "click", the buckle of the seat belt opens.

"We'll talk later, get out of the car first."

The faces of the two were only a few centimeters apart. Fu Jianyu lowered her eyes, looked at Xia An who was close at hand, looked at his clear and pure pupils, suppressed the throbbing in her heart, and said in a low voice.

Xia An was stunned for a second, then nodded: "Yes."

Yi Zhengxing was also taken aback when he saw the scene inside the car, vaguely feeling that there was something he didn't see clearly.The other two got out of the car quickly, and he put the previous weird feeling behind him, and the three walked to the set together.

During this period of time, the protagonist was not around, and Pei Chaojian and Pan Qin mainly filmed the scenes that Fu Jianyu didn't have to appear in, and they were basically finished.

When Fu Jianyu came back, Pei Chaojian patted him on the shoulder to greet him, knowing that the matter at the hospital was not over yet, and he didn't waste time, so he quickly called the makeup artist and stylist over, and at the same time ordered the photography team to get ready for shooting.

Because of Fu's mother's affairs, Pei Chaojian did not have much confidence in Fu Jianyu's state, but he was relieved by the shooting situation in the afternoon scene.Although Fu Jianyu's condition can't be said to be excellent, but she can't find any obvious faults, basically just two or three points.

The schedule was tight, and the evening shooting started soon after dinner.

This scene is the most depressing part of the whole film.

The crown prince Yu Cheng was framed by his younger brother Yu Yi before he was fully fledged. The emperor of the Southern Kingdom was furious and abolished his position as crown prince.

There is a crying scene in this section, in which Yu Cheng, who has been abolished as the prince, is sitting in the cold and dark palace, weeping at the moonlight outside the window.The emotion and the scene need to arouse the emotions of the audience, and it also tests the acting skills of the actors.Can't be too hard, can't be too subtle.

"It has to be just right," Pei Chaojian instructed, "That speed is hard to find, and we may not be able to pass it once, so let's do it first."

Fu Jianyu took the towel that Xia An handed her, and wiped the chill off her forehead. The makeup artist stepped forward to touch up the makeup, and the first shoot began.

[At this time, the twilight outside the cold palace is vast, the afterglow of the sunset glow dissipates in the sky, and the thick night slowly sweeps across every inch of the sky. 】

The scenery was just right, Fu Jianyu sat cross-legged in front of the old gray table, staring at the nightfall.

The camera on the left side was turned on, and the lens stayed on his face for a moment. At the same time, the camera behind him also captured the still firm back and the dusk scene in his eyes.

After a while, the pair of broad shoulders shrugged slightly, not too big or too small, and their emotions were well controlled.

Pei Chaojian pursed his lips, relaxed his posture, and continued to look at the monitor of the side camera.

Fu Jianyu's eyes fixed on the last ray of sunlight, and there seemed to be countless emotions covered in that line of sight, so complicated that it was hard to see through.

Xia An tightly held the towel in his hand. Even though he knew it was just an act, his chest was still tight, and his mood fluctuated with the plot.

Fu Jianyu closed her eyes, and opened them again after a while.

A thin layer of mist had already covered the pitch-black pupils, which became thicker and thicker, and finally gradually condensed into water droplets, which slowly slid down from the corners of the eyes.

During this process, Fu Jianyu kept looking at the distant sky, without even blinking for a moment.

Clear tears ran across his cheekbones, jaw, down his stubborn neck a little bit, crossed the protruding Adam's apple, and finally sank into the neckline.

The filming hall was quiet, and everyone seemed to be immersed in the scene. It was not until Pei Chaojian yelled "cut" that he came back to his senses.

This scene was filmed very smoothly, Pei Chaojian watched every frame carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.

Xia An was about to step forward when the phone on her waist vibrated.

He took it out and saw that it was a call from the hospital, Xia An immediately had uneasy guesses in his heart.

"Hello, is this Mr. Fu?"

Xia An immediately answered, "This is his cell phone, and I'm his assistant."

"Oh, because Mr. Fu's mother suddenly fell into a coma, we started the operation plan in advance, and now she is in the operating room..."

The filming of the evening scene had to be interrupted, and Fu Jianyu and Xia An rushed to the hospital immediately.

When they arrived outside the operating room, a nurse told them that the operation was still in progress and it would take about three or four hours. I hope they will not be in a hurry and just wait patiently outside.

It was already 09:30 in the evening, and the corridor was quiet, with only occasional people walking around.

The quieter it is, the fear and anxiety in people's hearts will be endlessly magnified.

Fu Jianyu pursed her lips tightly, without saying a word, her eyes fell on the pale floor tiles in the corridor.

Xia An sat beside him and accompanied him quietly, praying in his heart that the operation would be safe.

After a while, the lower abdomen was a little swollen, Xia An turned to look at Fu Jianyu, then got up silently to go to the bathroom.

A firm force encircled his wrist, and it was held tightly.Xia An turned his head, staring straight at him with a pair of bottomless eyes.

"Don't go, stay with me."

Fu Jianyu's voice had a clear hoarseness, and it drilled into his ear with irresistible force.

Xia An nodded subconsciously, and then said nah-na: "I want to go to the bathroom, I'll be back soon."

After he finished speaking, Fu Jianyu slowly let go of his hand.

"Well, I'll wait for you."

Waiting for such a sentence, Xia An hurried back and sat back beside Fu Jianyu again.

The door of the operating room was still tightly closed, and every minute of walking through it could easily determine a person's life or death.

When he looked back, the back of his left hand sank.

The two hands overlapped, and Xia An could feel the temperature of that palm.This palm used to be always warm, and when it touched his cheek and held his arm, it was full of trustworthy strength.

But at this moment, he can clearly feel that it is cold, and it is not as powerful as usual. Instead, he needs to support and rely on himself.

Xia An turned his palm over and held Fu Jianyu's hand. Although his palm was a bit smaller than the other's, he still held it tightly enough and held it firmly enough.

The lines of their palms fit closely together, and their wrists leaned against each other. Both of them could feel the beating of each other's pulse, and they couldn't tell each other apart.

After a while, Fu Jianyu moved a little, Xia An thought he was going to withdraw his hand, so he quickly relaxed his strength.

In the next moment, fingers interlocked, skin to skin, with undeniable intimacy and lingering.

Xia An's heart was beating like a drum, and the heart in his chest was beating violently, and the sound even reached his ears.

Plop, plop, plop.

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Oops, it’s almost an hour late_(:з」∠)_Sorry, I’ll update it earlier tomorrow