Xie Zhi... When will he quarrel with himself?Shouldn't it be too big of a problem, or is it too much?
But... At that time, will you still have the physical strength to drive yourself out of the house?
In short, no matter how you measure it, it is very unlikely that I will be kicked out by Xie Zhi.
But you can still coax your wife.
Yan Si casually squatted on the ground, in a posture of squatting on the curb, resting his chin on one hand, turned his head full of emotion, and looked up - it was obvious that he had just been kicked out of the house, so he could only squat at the door. He looked at his home sadly.
Yan Si looked at his home for a while, put his weight on his left leg, and made a movement of taking out his pocket for his phone.
No physical performance——Yan Si pressed the phone, found WeChat, typed two lines on it, thought about it, deleted it, and changed it to voice.
"Honey, don't be angry, it's all my fault." Yan Si's tone was very sincere.
"I'm dizzy, I quarreled with you, you stay at home, and I'll go buy cakes for you to eat."
After Yan Si sent these two voices, he put away his mobile phone, and when he stood up, he changed his squatting state, took out the car key from another bag, turned around in the void, got into the car, and drove go out.
Yan Si drove the car and took a few laps in the city. After a few laps, he had a bouquet of flowers in his left hand, a box of cakes in his right hand, and a bunch of things that could be seen as keys.
Driving back to the side of the curb where he was squatting just now, Yan Si opened the door and got out of the car, not forgetting to take the flowers and cake from the co-driver, carrying them up the stairs.
After a few steps of stairs, Yan Si put the cake and flowers in the same hand, turned sideways, and knocked on the door.
"Little rabbit be good, open the door?"
There was no movement inside the door.
Yan Si persevered, and turned to coaxing into misery: "Honey, I was wrong, it's raining outside, and I'm about to get wet."
Yan Si was pitiful, and sniffed: "It's raining so hard, I feel like I'm going to catch a cold..."
The next moment, Yan Si took a step forward with a smile, made a gesture of squeezing in the door, and kicked the door shut with his foot.
Holding the flowers in his hands, Yan Si flung himself into the void, showing great hospitality: "Baby, these are the flowers I bought for you."
Yan Si's bouquet of flowers was taken by someone, but the person who received his flowers might have turned his head away, Yan Si stepped to the other side, lifted the cake up, and displayed it in front of that person.
"Cake." Yan Si smiled, "I'm also apologizing to you."
The virtual person might ignore Yan Si, Yan Si touched his head, and finally said: "Don't be angry, can you take a look inside the stamen?"
As Yan Si said, he drew out from the center of the flower stamens the bunch of unknown keys he had just brought over, held them in his hand, and shook them.
"Baby, baby. Don't cry, all the keys of my house are here, and you keep them." Yan Si said, "In the future, if I do something wrong again, you will make me homeless and sleep on the street, okay? ?”
The teacher who asked the question pressed his lips to hide his smile—this kind of rich playboy is so unusual in handling quarrels, and directly handed over all the real estate in the family, so that the other party can kick him out at any time.
In any case, the set of images that emanate has stood still.
After saying this, the time was almost up, Yan Si turned to the examiner's seat, and said with a smile: "Every examiner, my performance is over here, thank you all."
The teachers looked at each other, and after exchanging some expressionless glances, Teacher Yun, who set the question, still couldn't hold back, and when he turned to Yan Si, he smiled.
The chief examiner waved his hand at Yan Si, inscrutable: "Very good, let's go down."
Yan Si bowed, returned to his seat and sat down, Teacher Yun got up again, said a few words that the results will be announced in the future, no matter what, everyone is excellent, wishing you a bright future, and then let the candidates go go out.
A row of people came out, everyone put on their down jackets outside, and the brave ones started talking to Yan Si.
"You are so good." The person who sat next to Yan Si during the exam just now said, "Are you acting like a playboy?"
Yan Si: "That's not true."
Classmate: "That's it?"
"If my wife is really angry with me." Yan Si smiled, "I'm going to coax him like this."
Classmate: "Oh."
The classmate understands - the emotional person is acting in his true colors, and the rich are really hated...
……and many more.
The classmate carried the schoolbag and walked forward for several steps before finally realizing that something was wrong—what did Yan Si say just now?The wife coaxed him like this when she was angry? ? ?
Does Yan Si have a wife? !
Of course Yan Si has a wife.
After Yan Si finished the exam, he was relaxed, humming a song, and changed several places with ease, first threw the reporter away, and then walked to his car; he opened the door of the car, and even slammed it against the reflective glass window His own hair, confirming that he is handsome, thinking - Xie Zhi will be angry with him?There is no such possibility in the next life, okay?
After brushing his hair, Yan Si opened the car door, and was just about to get in when he saw Xie Zhi look up, with a pointed chin, staring at him with a pale face.
"Still nervous?" Yan Si raised his mouth slightly, got into the car, and closed the door, "Your husband and I handled it well, not at all—Xie Zhi?"
Before Yan Si finished speaking, his brows were already furrowed, and he looked uncertainly at the cold sweat on Xie Zhi's forehead.
I didn't feel it when I got out of the car, but when I climbed up, I realized that Xie Zhi's face was as pale as a piece of paper, and the corners of his forehead were covered with cold sweat.
What nervousness can make a person like this.
Yan Si frowned and stretched out his hand to touch Xie Zhi's forehead.
The tentacles are clammy and cold, the only good thing is that there is no fever.
"What's going on?" Yan Si's voice was serious.
"...That's right, my stomach hurts a bit." Xie Zhi pressed his throbbing stomach and forced a smile, "It's okay, just go home and take some medicine."
Yan Si's original intention was to take Xie Zhi to the hospital, but Xie Zhi insisted on going home, saying that the family has standing medicines, and now going to the hospital is a toss.
The exam is going to be tomorrow, Xie Zhi's stomach pain is indeed not a day or two, and there is indeed medicine at home, Yan Si didn't want to torment Xie Zhi, so he took him home, made some granules, and asked him to drink and go to rest first.
Ten o'clock at night.
Xie Zhi curled up on the bed, his cold fingertips pressed against his stomach, his slightly long hair was wetted by cold sweat and scattered helplessly on the pillow, and let out a futile gasp.
The bedside light was on, Xie Zhi heard footsteps, then the sound of putting something down, and finally someone pulled a bench and sat beside him.
"Xie Zhi." Yan Si's voice sounded above Xie Zhi's head.
Xie Zhi struggled to open half of his eyes, and looked at Yan Si in a daze.
"Get up and have some porridge." Yan Si said, reaching out his hand, lifting Xie Zhi from the bed, and letting him lean on a pillow.
What Yan Si cooked was green vegetable porridge, the green vegetables were cut very finely, exuding a tempting fragrance, but Xie Zhi felt a little sick when he smelled it.
A spoonful of warm porridge was brought to Xie Zhi's lips.
Xie Zhi didn't want to worry Yan Si, so he took a small sip and swallowed.
After all, the porridge is very soft, and it doesn't seem to have any particularly strange feeling after swallowing it.
"Are you okay?" Yan Si asked worriedly, "Can you still take a bite?"
"it is good."
Seeing Xie Zhi's answer, Yan Si was a little relieved, and immediately scooped up another spoonful and put it near Xie Zhi's lips.
Xie Zhi stuck out his tongue, licked the spoon, and rolled the porridge into his mouth.
The next moment, Xie Zhi's face changed, and he hurriedly raised his hand on his stomach to cover his lips.
Yan Si subconsciously put down the bowl and picked up the trash can next to the bed. Xie Zhi didn't care about his appearance, so he lay down beside the trash can, vomited the two mouthfuls of porridge he had just eaten, together with the medicine he had taken earlier, into it.
The pain that had been suppressed by the medicine swept over again, Xie Zhi couldn't speak from the pain, fell on the pillow, gritted his teeth and endured it.
"It can't go on like this."
Xie Zhi endured the pain, and was so dizzy that he couldn't hear what Yan Si said. One minute later, he felt himself being pushed up by Yan Si. Yan Si lightly put a down jacket on him, and then helped him to zip it up. good.
Then, Xie Zhi's quilt was lifted by Yan Si, Xie Zhi's body lightened, and the next moment, he was lying horizontally in Yan Si's arms.
"Yan Si...?"
"Let's go to the hospital." Yan Si hugged Xie Zhi, walked to the door of the bedroom, kicked the door open, and strode downstairs.
"Don't..." Xie Zhi grabbed Yan Si's clothes, panting in pain, and wanted to argue with him, "You will be photographed later..."
"Shoot it and shoot it."
"But……"
Yan Si sent Xie Zhi to the hospital in the middle of the night, but if even one photo was taken, Xie Zhi would be able to think about any rumors for the gossip magazine tomorrow.
But Xie Zhi's refusal was suppressed by the sudden stomach pain. When he closed his eyes to resist the pain, Yan Si happened to take the last step, walked to the flat ground, and looked down at Xie Zhi.
"But..." The sharp pain subsided, and Xie Zhi was about to continue talking.
"Furthermore?" Yan Si lowered his head and gave him a threatening look, "Furthermore, I'm really angry."
In the afternoon, Yan Si, who had vowed that he would never quarrel with Xie Zhi in this life, almost quarreled with Xie Zhi at night.
Xie Zhi didn't dare to argue with Yan Si anymore, for fear of making him angry, he could only let him hug him, stuff him into the car, and finally drive all the way to the nearest hospital.
Before getting out of the car, Yan Si pulled Xie Zhi's hat back to cover his pale face; Yan Si himself didn't need any equipment, with a frank face, he carried Xie Zhi to the hospital again, and found a wheelchair before returning to the hospital. put him down.
Yan Si pushed Xie Zhi, looked up at the emergency room, the brightly lit hospital was not quiet at night.
In the winter night, the emergency department and fever clinic were overcrowded. There were several blood pressure testers standing in front of the triage desk. Parents holding their children looked anxiously at the pediatric emergency department whose number had been taken to [-]. The child felt uncomfortable and cried loudly.
Yan Si's forehead twitched.
Fortunately, there are not many patients with stomach problems, so Yan Si pushed Xie Zhi to have a gastroscopy, and with the help of painless general anesthesia gastroscopy, he has a bed with hanging bottles.
The nurse came over to disinfect the back of Xie Zhi's hand, inserted the needle, and couldn't help but said: "This is too thin, and the blood vessels on the back of the hand are so thin—how old is he?"
"The college entrance examination this year."
"It's really hard work." The nurse understood clearly, "What about you? Is it his brother?"
"It's not brother." Yan Si frowned, keeping his eyes on Xie Zhi, and said casually, "It's his boyfriend."
Nurse:"……"
Today's young people are really so straightforward that they can't even imagine it.
The nurse's sister was shaking in her heart, but her hand was very steady, and she directly poked the needle into Xie Zhi's blood vessel; the nurse stood up and adjusted the drip speed, and said to Yan Si: "There are two bottles of water in total, the speed will be slower for you. One bottle may hang for more than two hours."
It is now past twelve o'clock in the evening, and it is conservatively estimated that the loss will not be finished until four o'clock in the morning.
Yan Si: "Thank you sister."
"No thanks." The nurse said, "You have worked hard to take care of me tonight—the emergency department is full of people, so I may not be able to take care of it, but remember to call me if you need anything."
After the nurse finished speaking, someone called her outside again. It seemed that she was a patient who had a car accident late at night.The nurse who was still talking softly just now heard the national curse, pulled the mask behind her ears, and drove the small cart away at lightning speed.
Yan Si sat on the side of Xie Zhi's bed under the heater, looked at Xie Zhi, and then at the infusion bottle above his head.
The infusion bottle reflects the lights of the emergency room, and the emergency room at night is as bright as day, surrounded by the groans of patients, the snoring of escorts, the sounds of various machines, and the cries of children at the door further away.
Xie Zhi's eyebrows moved uneasily amidst the noise, and then he opened his eyes slightly, with some effort.
Yan Si kept looking at him.
"... Yan Si." Xie Zhi whispered, his eyes were stabbed by the light, and then closed again.
"I'm here."
As Yan Si said, he stretched out his hand to cover Xie Zhi's eyes.
Yan Si's fingertips just rested on the side of Xie Zhi's temple, tapped on the side of the temple, and said: "Quick sleep."
Xie Zhi moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly thought that he would have an exam tomorrow, so he closed his eyes obediently without saying anything.
The stomach medicine contains ingredients to help sleep, Xie Zhi fell asleep quickly.
At two o'clock in the morning, when the nurse came to change the medicine, Yan Si removed the fingers covering Xie Zhi's eyes and got up to help; he didn't cover it again until the drip was changed.
Ten seconds later, Yan Si moved his hand up again, to Xie Zhi's forehead, then turned it over again, and tested the temperature of Xie Zhi's forehead with the back of his hand.
...Is the room too hot?
Yan Si touched it again, got up and called the nurse over, the nurse gave Xie Zhi a "drip" with the infrared thermometer, looked at the data, was startled, and quickly pulled out the mercury thermometer, clamped it under Xie Zhi's armpit, Take his temperature.
"39.2c." Five minutes later, the nurse took the thermometer and looked at it against the light, "This is all a high fever."
"Do you need antipyretics?" Yan Si was a little anxious, "He still has an exam tomorrow."
"Using antipyretics and stomach medicine together is probably..." The nurse flicked the thermometer, and was a little anxious, "What exam is so important? Is it more important than the body?"
"Art exam." Yan Si said, "Nortel re-examination."
Nurse:"……"
An art test, plus another Nortel, or a re-test, it is indeed a project that you have to take even if you are not feeling well.
The nurse had no choice but to sterilize the thermometer with alcohol, and went out to call the doctor.
"The fever is still due to inflammation." After the doctor came to see him, he prescribed a routine blood test for Xie Zhi. After Yan Si got the report, he went to him. The doctor pointed to the number of white blood cells and explained to Yan Si.
"He has an exam tomorrow?" The doctor typed on the computer, and after typing a line, he asked Yan Si.
"Yes." Yan Si frowned tightly, "For him... it is a very important exam."
"That can't be helped." The doctor's keyboard crackled, he typed and changed again, and finally prescribed a new bottle of suspension injection, "Then inject a bottle of antipyretic medicine and see the effect."
The antipyretic medicine prescribed by the doctor is to help perspiration rather than to help reduce inflammation. The anti-inflammatory still depends on stomach medicine. It is just a two-pronged approach to see if it can reduce the fever quickly.
Adding a bottle of antipyretics, the water that was scheduled to be finished at four o'clock will be hung until seven o'clock in the morning. A small cart came to sell breakfast, and Yan Si went out to buy breakfast for Xie Zhi. He had just paid for it when Ji Zeyang called up.
"Are you ready?" Ji Zeyang asked, "I'm on my way, I'll pick you up later."
"You don't need to come here..." Yan Si was a little tired, and said, "We are in the hospital."
"Hospital?" Ji Zeyang was driving the door, his hands stopped when he heard this, and he frowned, "Why did you get to the hospital?"
"Xie Zhi had a stomach ailment last night." Yan Si said, "I had a fluid transfusion all night, and now I still have a fever."
When Yan Si mentioned this matter, his eyebrows frowned again——Xie Zhi's fever was due to inflammation, and now that the fever does not go away, it means that the inflammation has not disappeared, and several bottles of antipyretics will not help.
But Xie Zhi still has an exam today.
"How did this happen?" Ji Zeyang sighed.
"Stop talking." Yan Si raised the hand holding the porridge, and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'll just send him to the exam later."
Ji Zeyang: "Okay, let's meet at the school gate."
Yan Si hummed, hung up the phone, and walked into the ward with porridge.
Xie Zhi was still asleep, sweating all night, his hair was wet and limp on the pillow.
Yan Si put the porridge on the small cabinet beside him, stretched out five fingers, and combed Xie Zhi's hair, and massaged Xie Zhi's head gently with his thumb in circles, calling Xie Zhi to get up.
"Baby." Yan Si clung to Xie Zhi's ear and called softly, "Get up, we're going to take the exam."
Xie Zhi slowly opened his eyes, he was dazed for a while, then nodded, he was about to sit up, but when he got up, he felt dizzy for a while.
Yan Si hurriedly supported Xie Zhi, raised the bed for him, served porridge to feed him.
"Maybe you still have some inflammation in your body." Yan Si said, "So you have a little fever—eat some food and recover your strength."
Xie Zhi smiled, accepting Yan Si's statement.
Although Xie Zhi's fever did not subside, after taking two bottles of stomach medicine, the stomach pain was indeed relieved, and he didn't feel like throwing up after eating, so he sat up straight and let Yan Si help him put on his shoes.
Yan Si helped Xie Zhi into the parking lot, helped him sit in the passenger seat, and helped him buckle up the seat belt.
The hospital is not too far from Nortel. The sun came out in the early morning, and the SUV was swaying on the road in Beijing. Xie Zhi was sitting in the co-pilot, with his eyes closed towards the window, his face was pale, and his lips were chapped.
A red light came on.
Yan Si's car stopped at a red light, turned his face and glanced at Xie Zhi, suppressed the worry in his heart, and did not speak.
Thirty minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of Nortel.
Today is the retest of drama, film, film and literature. Fans and the media have already gathered and waited early in the morning. When Yan Si's car stopped, the media didn't react at first, and they still stood still and chatted with each other.
"Is that brother Yan Si's license plate number?"
Suddenly, a female voice asked from the crowd.
"what?!"
The words stirred up a thousand waves, and the media who were chatting just now suddenly realized, looked in the direction of the car, and immediately discovered——
That's Yan Si's license plate number? ? ?
Almost at the same time, all the media and fans took high-end or low-end equipment and rushed towards Yan Si's car.
With long guns and short cannons aimed at the car door, everyone stood outside, waiting eagerly.
A second later, the glass of the driver's seat rolled down halfway, and Yan Si put his elbow on the upper edge of the window, revealing half of his face wearing sunglasses.
"Friends from the media and fans." Yan Si smiled politely, "Can you step back? Give me a place to get off the bus?"
Yan Si's voice was not loud, but the audience was silent, and everyone understood his request.
Soon, a position where the car door could be opened was given up.
Yan Si thanked him, and closed the car window. As soon as the car window reached the top, he opened his own door, landed on his long legs, and slammed the door back.
The door was closed and opened in an instant, and no one could clearly see if there was anyone inside.
When Yan Si got out of the car, he saw Ji Zeyang's car to the left - Ji Zeyang had brought bodyguards to wait for them, but his reaction was a step slower just now, and now he couldn't get into the crowd's encirclement.
Yan Si thought about it, and finally walked towards the front of the car.
……where to?
The gate of Nortel is facing the car door, why is Yan Si walking towards the front of the car?
Everyone pays attention to Yan Si, and wherever he goes, everyone takes a step back to let him out of the way.
In front of everyone, Yan Si went around to the door on the side of the co-driver, opened half of the door, and went in first, turned up Xie Zhi's hat, and put it on for him.
"Be careful when you come down." Yan Si squeezed Xie Zhi's arm.
Xie Zhi: "I'm fine."
In fact, he had a fever all night and didn't eat anything at all, so how could Xie Zhi be okay?
Xie Zhi's whole body was sore and limp, with no one to support him, he was swaying when he walked.Fortunately, Yan Si's arm was very strong, he helped Xie Zhi down, then pulled him into his arms, and fixed Xie Zhi in a protective posture.
……what's the situation? ? ?
The media is collectively dumbfounded.It took me a while to remember to take a picture.
With the sound of the shutter, Yan Si closed Xie Zhi's hat again, led him around the front of the car, and walked towards the gate of Beidian.
At first, the media just took pictures, but soon they noticed that something was wrong with Xie Zhi.
Xie Zhi, who was hugged by Yan Si in his arms, was pale, the hood covered the upper part of his face, and his eyes could not be seen clearly, but just looking at his lips, it could be seen that his lips were chapped and without the slightest trace of blood.
The media keenly grasped the breaking point of the news, combined with Yan Sihu's posture of guarding him, instantly opened up countless brain holes.
But most dare not ask.
He could only choose what he could ask, and yelled in Xie Zhi's ear.
"Xie Zhi, Xie Zhi, you look so pale, are you sick?"
"Does it mean that the review pressure is too great? It's because of being too nervous?"
"Are you confident about today's retest?"
"Are you worried that you won't be able to write anything today?"
"Nortel No. [-], as I said before, is too arrogant to myself. Do you want to take back your words now?"
"You—" Yan Si heard a few words, the veins on the back of his hands popped up, and he almost cursed directly.
However, Yan Si had only said two words before his wrist was held down by a slightly hot hand.
Xie Zhi raised his head, looked at his eyes, and shook his head slightly.
Xie Zhi held Yan Si down with one hand, and put the other hand on the brim of his hat, and gently took off the hat.
The audience was silent, looking at Xie Zhi's pale face and dim eyes.
Watching him take a light breath, then smile, his eyes became firm.
"Thanks to everyone's love and concern."
"The goal has not changed, Nortel is number one, and we will do what we say."
"As for not being able to write it—why can't it be written?"
"As long as the pen in my heart always moves for the person I want to move, I will never fail to write."
If you like Yan Si, will you dislike Yan Si because you are sick?
Since not, then Xie Zhi, who wrote for the sake of strictness, will never lose confidence.
but……
Sitting in the significantly smaller classroom, Xie Zhi pressed his hot head against the cold desk, and couldn't help sighing.
It's true that he's in a bad state. After all, he still has a fever of more than 38 degrees. Xie Zhiguang is spinning and spinning here, and his ears are buzzing.
The invigilator came in, took a look at Xie Zhi, handed the paper to his colleague, and came down to look at him.
"Student, are you okay?" The invigilator came over and asked, "Do you need help?"
"I have a fever." Xie Zhi forced himself to get up and smiled at the teacher.
"Can you stick to the exam?" The teacher asked again.
"It's ok."
The teacher fulfilled his responsibilities and couldn't persuade Xie Zhi any more, but after a while, he brought Xie Zhi a glass of boiling water and told him to drink the glass of water slowly, and if he wanted to go to the toilet, the teacher would help him out.
Xie Zhi nodded gratefully. After the teacher left, he ignored the teacher's request to drink slowly and drank the water in one gulp. He put the empty glass in the upper left corner to avoid getting the test paper wet later.
At 55:[-], the preparatory bell rang and the rolls began.
At nine o'clock sharp, everyone began to write.
There are two questions in the re-examination. The first one is the analysis of film and television works. The title this time is [Please write three movies that you think have similar ideological connotations, and analyze how the movies explain ideas through plots from multiple perspectives. 】
Xie Zhi practiced this kind of comprehensive topic a lot. He rubbed his dizzy forehead, listed dozens of movies on the draft paper, finally picked three, and started to write analysis.
The second question is the story writing question.
The topic is as follows: [Find a paragraph or sentence in your favorite literary work, expand it, and write a script. 】
...that's just too much.
Xie Zhi felt his arm suddenly heavy, and his thoughts returned to that day, the afternoon when Bai Hanmo threw a book into his arm.
Xie Zhi closed his eyes and returned to his inner world.
The voluminous words flashed in Xie Zhi's mind line by line, and the little Xie Zhi stood on the ground holding the notebook, looking up at the words flying by with gold borders.
Suddenly, Xie Zhi stretched out his hand and reached for one of the sentences from the air.
Xie Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, picked up his pen, and wrote the title at the beginning of the volume——"Arc Light"
In Benjamin's One Way Street, the chapter on arc lamps has only one sentence.
"Only the one who loves him without expectations understands him."
Miss F is a girl in a lonely city. Speaking of it, her story is actually not that special—it’s just that her parents divorced, because her parents divorced, so she rebelled.
Mr. K is an idol launched by a small [-]th-line entertainment company. He follows the national style line, with a cool breeze and a beautiful singing voice.
The story of course started on the streets of the city at night. Miss F grabbed the skateboard and rushed down the three steps, leaped in the air, and whistled to a person at the door as she flew over the convention center.
"Hey—Miss, miss, wait!" The person who was whistled by Miss F caught up.
"What are you doing?" Miss F reluctantly stopped, her navel-baring dress exposed her flat belly, with a sparkling navel ring hanging from it.
"Ms. Miss." The person who caught up took out a stack of tickets and said to Ms. F, "Today there is a concert in the convention and exhibition center, do you want to go in and listen?"
"A concert?" Miss F raised her eyebrows, pointing to the exhibition center, "Inside?"
Scalper: "Right!"
"A concert that can't even sell tickets?" Ms. F sneered, "What kind of shit."
cattle:"……"
Scalper: "Can I sell it to you cheaper, 150 for infield tickets?"
Ms. F: "A fool who can't sell a hundred and fifty infield tickets..."
"Cheaper!" The scalper paid for it, "100 yuan, the middle position of the first three rows is random!"
Miss F: "..."
Anyway, 100 yuan, even if you go to ktv to listen to a song in a private room, it will cost [-] yuan for three hours. In the end, Ms. F bought a ticket out of sympathy for the scalper and walked into the exhibition center.
It is the smallest venue in the convention and exhibition center. A concert can be held with a few stools on the ground. Few people go in. There are a few light signs here and there. It looks pitiful.
Miss F walked in with the skateboard in her arms, walked to her place, then leaned on the skateboard, and threw a piece of bubble gum into her mouth.
Then he began to endure the night-long magic sound piercing his ears.
So if people are poor, they can't blame monsters, and if people are stupid, they can't blame the management. I rely on it... Can you hold a concert with this stage quality? !
Ms. F was speechless and choked, endured it for half an hour, and was just about to slip away, but before she could slip away, the stage darkened, and a group of chasing lights came onto the stage.
Mr. K, dressed in white, was sent to the center of the stage by the lifting platform, held the microphone, and announced the curtain by himself.
"Hi everyone, I'm Mr. K." Mr. K said, "The song I'm bringing to you tonight is Murong Xue."
...Murong Xue?
Miss F liked this song very much before, she hesitated for a moment, sat on the bench, and began to listen to Mr K singing.
After a short interlude, Mr. K opened his voice. As soon as he opened his voice, Miss F couldn't go anywhere.
Mr. K's voice is as clean as anyone else's, just like the moment when the purest handful of snow just melts in the palm of his hand at the beginning of winter, it is just rightly cold.
Mr. K sang two songs, and Ms. F was immersed in those two songs for all the following concert time.
After returning home, Ms. F frantically searched for Mr. K's information. In fact, there were very few of them, but a few singing videos were Ms. F's favorite.
Miss F started chasing stars, and also began to accumulate understanding of Mr. K bit by bit.
Mr. K received the first notice and talked about his past in it.
Ms. F began to know that Mr. K had no parents, but for the dream of singing, she bravely joined the circle.
"Is the road hard?"
"The hard part is the basic skills. I am the same as every person in this world who is working hard to live. It is hard work, but it is not hard." Mr. K talked eloquently, "The most important thing is whether I really work hard enough to satisfy myself. Now, are you trying to be a person who is not bluffing or mediocre."
Mr. K went to the road show, and stood at the densest crowd in the city and sang, holding a microphone, singing clearly - "Existence and the universe are also perishing, love swallows distance and time"
Ms. F stood in the crowd, holding the flashlight of her mobile phone, dangling around, out of tune with all the people around her who were taking pictures with their mobile phones.
Mr. K held a concert again, and the number of people was much larger than last time. Ms. F spent ten times the price of the last time to get the ticket in the middle of zone a.
Looking up at the stage, Mr. K seems to be thinner than before, but his singing voice is more mature.
"When I was young, I also loved dreaming so much, so I decided to write my own answer, waiting for you to believe it."
"Attack tenaciously and strive for that recognition, just like every immortal martyr in the dynasty."
The host asked him: "Mr. K, what do you think is an idol?"
Mr. K said: "I think an idol is a dream maker, someone who can warm and illuminate others."
Mr. K looked at the audience: "So, we all have to work hard in our life."
in the examination room.
Xie Zhi felt that his whole body was thrown into a bottomless hot spring, he was so dizzy from the soak, he went up and down, and could never reach the shore.
There were big beads of sweat on Xie Zhi's forehead, he wiped it off a little, and continued to write.
on paper.
Ms. F sitting under the stage looked at Mr. K who was dressed in white and was illuminated by the spotlight. At that moment, she also felt that she was illuminated.
"Okay, then let's draw a lucky audience to go on stage and interact with Mr. K." The host said, "Who do you want to choose?"
"Then, District A, third row, No. 15."
Miss F lowered her head, and glanced at the ticket stub in her hand—A district, third row, No. 15.
Miss F pushed the girl next to her and said, "Are you going?"
Number 14 in the third row: "Huh?"
No. 14 in the third row: "He obviously smoked—"
Miss F: "I won't go."
Miss F whispered: "I will meet him one day, but not as a fan."
No. 14 in the third row was ignorant, but still accepted the great kindness, and ran to the stage to meet and interact with the idol.
After watching the whole concert, Ms. F returned home and took out her textbook that had been dusty for a long time.
Ms. F actually didn't know how she could meet Mr. K as "not a fan", but the only thing she could do well was this.
Why did you suddenly stop studying and study hard?
Is it for revenge?
Miss F opened the book, no longer thinking about the past that was too dim to see clearly.
But there are too many poor courses, life is not an inspirational idol drama, and the final result of serious review is just an ordinary three books.
"I want to repeat." Miss F said to her drunken father.
She felt that she would definitely attract a lot of insults, or she would ask "You are such a person, what is there to repeat?" "You are already rotten, do you still want to continue to get better?"
However, Miss F's father didn't say anything, he just nodded and asked, "How much does it cost to repeat the course? Go get it yourself."
Miss F paid the money, re-entered the classroom, and started from scratch.
Mr. K and Ms. F also had a turning point in their lives. A big company in the industry took a fancy to Mr. K's singing voice and extended an olive branch to him.
Mr. K waited until the end of the contract, jumped to a big company, and had his own exclusive team.
Mr. K's singing voice could no longer be heard on the road, and the ticket price in Zone A has become a hundred times that of one hundred yuan, and there is no market for the price, and it is hard to find a ticket.
But Ms. F still bought a ticket for Area A. After listening to Mr. K singing in the audience, when she walked out of the concert venue, her father sent her a short message, and she received an admission letter from Beijing Normal University.
Harvesting in autumn and harvesting in winter, winter and summer, another summer, the last class of the summer vacation, the professor suddenly thought of something and opened a ppt.
"Everyone." The professor said, "This summer we have a teaching aid project in Africa, in cooperation with the United Nations. I wonder who would like to go there and bring what we have learned in the classroom to the children there?"
"Africa? Isn't that too far away?"
"I applied for a teaching support in China, so maybe..."
"Why do you have to teach children in Africa???"
The whole classroom was noisy, and at the end, in the front row, a thin white hand was raised. Miss F's hand was held beside her ear-length hair, with a gentle smile.
"I'll go."
Yuanfei had to go through a month of taking medicine and body adjustments. One month later, Ms. F put on the uniform issued by the team, her long hair was coiled up, and she walked through the smooth and beautiful corridors of the airport pushing her suitcase.
Before arriving at the meeting point, Ms. F stood by a floor-to-ceiling window and looked out.
Beijing today is cloudless and blue.
But she suddenly recalled the night when she met Mr. K.
But... At that time, will you still have the physical strength to drive yourself out of the house?
In short, no matter how you measure it, it is very unlikely that I will be kicked out by Xie Zhi.
But you can still coax your wife.
Yan Si casually squatted on the ground, in a posture of squatting on the curb, resting his chin on one hand, turned his head full of emotion, and looked up - it was obvious that he had just been kicked out of the house, so he could only squat at the door. He looked at his home sadly.
Yan Si looked at his home for a while, put his weight on his left leg, and made a movement of taking out his pocket for his phone.
No physical performance——Yan Si pressed the phone, found WeChat, typed two lines on it, thought about it, deleted it, and changed it to voice.
"Honey, don't be angry, it's all my fault." Yan Si's tone was very sincere.
"I'm dizzy, I quarreled with you, you stay at home, and I'll go buy cakes for you to eat."
After Yan Si sent these two voices, he put away his mobile phone, and when he stood up, he changed his squatting state, took out the car key from another bag, turned around in the void, got into the car, and drove go out.
Yan Si drove the car and took a few laps in the city. After a few laps, he had a bouquet of flowers in his left hand, a box of cakes in his right hand, and a bunch of things that could be seen as keys.
Driving back to the side of the curb where he was squatting just now, Yan Si opened the door and got out of the car, not forgetting to take the flowers and cake from the co-driver, carrying them up the stairs.
After a few steps of stairs, Yan Si put the cake and flowers in the same hand, turned sideways, and knocked on the door.
"Little rabbit be good, open the door?"
There was no movement inside the door.
Yan Si persevered, and turned to coaxing into misery: "Honey, I was wrong, it's raining outside, and I'm about to get wet."
Yan Si was pitiful, and sniffed: "It's raining so hard, I feel like I'm going to catch a cold..."
The next moment, Yan Si took a step forward with a smile, made a gesture of squeezing in the door, and kicked the door shut with his foot.
Holding the flowers in his hands, Yan Si flung himself into the void, showing great hospitality: "Baby, these are the flowers I bought for you."
Yan Si's bouquet of flowers was taken by someone, but the person who received his flowers might have turned his head away, Yan Si stepped to the other side, lifted the cake up, and displayed it in front of that person.
"Cake." Yan Si smiled, "I'm also apologizing to you."
The virtual person might ignore Yan Si, Yan Si touched his head, and finally said: "Don't be angry, can you take a look inside the stamen?"
As Yan Si said, he drew out from the center of the flower stamens the bunch of unknown keys he had just brought over, held them in his hand, and shook them.
"Baby, baby. Don't cry, all the keys of my house are here, and you keep them." Yan Si said, "In the future, if I do something wrong again, you will make me homeless and sleep on the street, okay? ?”
The teacher who asked the question pressed his lips to hide his smile—this kind of rich playboy is so unusual in handling quarrels, and directly handed over all the real estate in the family, so that the other party can kick him out at any time.
In any case, the set of images that emanate has stood still.
After saying this, the time was almost up, Yan Si turned to the examiner's seat, and said with a smile: "Every examiner, my performance is over here, thank you all."
The teachers looked at each other, and after exchanging some expressionless glances, Teacher Yun, who set the question, still couldn't hold back, and when he turned to Yan Si, he smiled.
The chief examiner waved his hand at Yan Si, inscrutable: "Very good, let's go down."
Yan Si bowed, returned to his seat and sat down, Teacher Yun got up again, said a few words that the results will be announced in the future, no matter what, everyone is excellent, wishing you a bright future, and then let the candidates go go out.
A row of people came out, everyone put on their down jackets outside, and the brave ones started talking to Yan Si.
"You are so good." The person who sat next to Yan Si during the exam just now said, "Are you acting like a playboy?"
Yan Si: "That's not true."
Classmate: "That's it?"
"If my wife is really angry with me." Yan Si smiled, "I'm going to coax him like this."
Classmate: "Oh."
The classmate understands - the emotional person is acting in his true colors, and the rich are really hated...
……and many more.
The classmate carried the schoolbag and walked forward for several steps before finally realizing that something was wrong—what did Yan Si say just now?The wife coaxed him like this when she was angry? ? ?
Does Yan Si have a wife? !
Of course Yan Si has a wife.
After Yan Si finished the exam, he was relaxed, humming a song, and changed several places with ease, first threw the reporter away, and then walked to his car; he opened the door of the car, and even slammed it against the reflective glass window His own hair, confirming that he is handsome, thinking - Xie Zhi will be angry with him?There is no such possibility in the next life, okay?
After brushing his hair, Yan Si opened the car door, and was just about to get in when he saw Xie Zhi look up, with a pointed chin, staring at him with a pale face.
"Still nervous?" Yan Si raised his mouth slightly, got into the car, and closed the door, "Your husband and I handled it well, not at all—Xie Zhi?"
Before Yan Si finished speaking, his brows were already furrowed, and he looked uncertainly at the cold sweat on Xie Zhi's forehead.
I didn't feel it when I got out of the car, but when I climbed up, I realized that Xie Zhi's face was as pale as a piece of paper, and the corners of his forehead were covered with cold sweat.
What nervousness can make a person like this.
Yan Si frowned and stretched out his hand to touch Xie Zhi's forehead.
The tentacles are clammy and cold, the only good thing is that there is no fever.
"What's going on?" Yan Si's voice was serious.
"...That's right, my stomach hurts a bit." Xie Zhi pressed his throbbing stomach and forced a smile, "It's okay, just go home and take some medicine."
Yan Si's original intention was to take Xie Zhi to the hospital, but Xie Zhi insisted on going home, saying that the family has standing medicines, and now going to the hospital is a toss.
The exam is going to be tomorrow, Xie Zhi's stomach pain is indeed not a day or two, and there is indeed medicine at home, Yan Si didn't want to torment Xie Zhi, so he took him home, made some granules, and asked him to drink and go to rest first.
Ten o'clock at night.
Xie Zhi curled up on the bed, his cold fingertips pressed against his stomach, his slightly long hair was wetted by cold sweat and scattered helplessly on the pillow, and let out a futile gasp.
The bedside light was on, Xie Zhi heard footsteps, then the sound of putting something down, and finally someone pulled a bench and sat beside him.
"Xie Zhi." Yan Si's voice sounded above Xie Zhi's head.
Xie Zhi struggled to open half of his eyes, and looked at Yan Si in a daze.
"Get up and have some porridge." Yan Si said, reaching out his hand, lifting Xie Zhi from the bed, and letting him lean on a pillow.
What Yan Si cooked was green vegetable porridge, the green vegetables were cut very finely, exuding a tempting fragrance, but Xie Zhi felt a little sick when he smelled it.
A spoonful of warm porridge was brought to Xie Zhi's lips.
Xie Zhi didn't want to worry Yan Si, so he took a small sip and swallowed.
After all, the porridge is very soft, and it doesn't seem to have any particularly strange feeling after swallowing it.
"Are you okay?" Yan Si asked worriedly, "Can you still take a bite?"
"it is good."
Seeing Xie Zhi's answer, Yan Si was a little relieved, and immediately scooped up another spoonful and put it near Xie Zhi's lips.
Xie Zhi stuck out his tongue, licked the spoon, and rolled the porridge into his mouth.
The next moment, Xie Zhi's face changed, and he hurriedly raised his hand on his stomach to cover his lips.
Yan Si subconsciously put down the bowl and picked up the trash can next to the bed. Xie Zhi didn't care about his appearance, so he lay down beside the trash can, vomited the two mouthfuls of porridge he had just eaten, together with the medicine he had taken earlier, into it.
The pain that had been suppressed by the medicine swept over again, Xie Zhi couldn't speak from the pain, fell on the pillow, gritted his teeth and endured it.
"It can't go on like this."
Xie Zhi endured the pain, and was so dizzy that he couldn't hear what Yan Si said. One minute later, he felt himself being pushed up by Yan Si. Yan Si lightly put a down jacket on him, and then helped him to zip it up. good.
Then, Xie Zhi's quilt was lifted by Yan Si, Xie Zhi's body lightened, and the next moment, he was lying horizontally in Yan Si's arms.
"Yan Si...?"
"Let's go to the hospital." Yan Si hugged Xie Zhi, walked to the door of the bedroom, kicked the door open, and strode downstairs.
"Don't..." Xie Zhi grabbed Yan Si's clothes, panting in pain, and wanted to argue with him, "You will be photographed later..."
"Shoot it and shoot it."
"But……"
Yan Si sent Xie Zhi to the hospital in the middle of the night, but if even one photo was taken, Xie Zhi would be able to think about any rumors for the gossip magazine tomorrow.
But Xie Zhi's refusal was suppressed by the sudden stomach pain. When he closed his eyes to resist the pain, Yan Si happened to take the last step, walked to the flat ground, and looked down at Xie Zhi.
"But..." The sharp pain subsided, and Xie Zhi was about to continue talking.
"Furthermore?" Yan Si lowered his head and gave him a threatening look, "Furthermore, I'm really angry."
In the afternoon, Yan Si, who had vowed that he would never quarrel with Xie Zhi in this life, almost quarreled with Xie Zhi at night.
Xie Zhi didn't dare to argue with Yan Si anymore, for fear of making him angry, he could only let him hug him, stuff him into the car, and finally drive all the way to the nearest hospital.
Before getting out of the car, Yan Si pulled Xie Zhi's hat back to cover his pale face; Yan Si himself didn't need any equipment, with a frank face, he carried Xie Zhi to the hospital again, and found a wheelchair before returning to the hospital. put him down.
Yan Si pushed Xie Zhi, looked up at the emergency room, the brightly lit hospital was not quiet at night.
In the winter night, the emergency department and fever clinic were overcrowded. There were several blood pressure testers standing in front of the triage desk. Parents holding their children looked anxiously at the pediatric emergency department whose number had been taken to [-]. The child felt uncomfortable and cried loudly.
Yan Si's forehead twitched.
Fortunately, there are not many patients with stomach problems, so Yan Si pushed Xie Zhi to have a gastroscopy, and with the help of painless general anesthesia gastroscopy, he has a bed with hanging bottles.
The nurse came over to disinfect the back of Xie Zhi's hand, inserted the needle, and couldn't help but said: "This is too thin, and the blood vessels on the back of the hand are so thin—how old is he?"
"The college entrance examination this year."
"It's really hard work." The nurse understood clearly, "What about you? Is it his brother?"
"It's not brother." Yan Si frowned, keeping his eyes on Xie Zhi, and said casually, "It's his boyfriend."
Nurse:"……"
Today's young people are really so straightforward that they can't even imagine it.
The nurse's sister was shaking in her heart, but her hand was very steady, and she directly poked the needle into Xie Zhi's blood vessel; the nurse stood up and adjusted the drip speed, and said to Yan Si: "There are two bottles of water in total, the speed will be slower for you. One bottle may hang for more than two hours."
It is now past twelve o'clock in the evening, and it is conservatively estimated that the loss will not be finished until four o'clock in the morning.
Yan Si: "Thank you sister."
"No thanks." The nurse said, "You have worked hard to take care of me tonight—the emergency department is full of people, so I may not be able to take care of it, but remember to call me if you need anything."
After the nurse finished speaking, someone called her outside again. It seemed that she was a patient who had a car accident late at night.The nurse who was still talking softly just now heard the national curse, pulled the mask behind her ears, and drove the small cart away at lightning speed.
Yan Si sat on the side of Xie Zhi's bed under the heater, looked at Xie Zhi, and then at the infusion bottle above his head.
The infusion bottle reflects the lights of the emergency room, and the emergency room at night is as bright as day, surrounded by the groans of patients, the snoring of escorts, the sounds of various machines, and the cries of children at the door further away.
Xie Zhi's eyebrows moved uneasily amidst the noise, and then he opened his eyes slightly, with some effort.
Yan Si kept looking at him.
"... Yan Si." Xie Zhi whispered, his eyes were stabbed by the light, and then closed again.
"I'm here."
As Yan Si said, he stretched out his hand to cover Xie Zhi's eyes.
Yan Si's fingertips just rested on the side of Xie Zhi's temple, tapped on the side of the temple, and said: "Quick sleep."
Xie Zhi moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly thought that he would have an exam tomorrow, so he closed his eyes obediently without saying anything.
The stomach medicine contains ingredients to help sleep, Xie Zhi fell asleep quickly.
At two o'clock in the morning, when the nurse came to change the medicine, Yan Si removed the fingers covering Xie Zhi's eyes and got up to help; he didn't cover it again until the drip was changed.
Ten seconds later, Yan Si moved his hand up again, to Xie Zhi's forehead, then turned it over again, and tested the temperature of Xie Zhi's forehead with the back of his hand.
...Is the room too hot?
Yan Si touched it again, got up and called the nurse over, the nurse gave Xie Zhi a "drip" with the infrared thermometer, looked at the data, was startled, and quickly pulled out the mercury thermometer, clamped it under Xie Zhi's armpit, Take his temperature.
"39.2c." Five minutes later, the nurse took the thermometer and looked at it against the light, "This is all a high fever."
"Do you need antipyretics?" Yan Si was a little anxious, "He still has an exam tomorrow."
"Using antipyretics and stomach medicine together is probably..." The nurse flicked the thermometer, and was a little anxious, "What exam is so important? Is it more important than the body?"
"Art exam." Yan Si said, "Nortel re-examination."
Nurse:"……"
An art test, plus another Nortel, or a re-test, it is indeed a project that you have to take even if you are not feeling well.
The nurse had no choice but to sterilize the thermometer with alcohol, and went out to call the doctor.
"The fever is still due to inflammation." After the doctor came to see him, he prescribed a routine blood test for Xie Zhi. After Yan Si got the report, he went to him. The doctor pointed to the number of white blood cells and explained to Yan Si.
"He has an exam tomorrow?" The doctor typed on the computer, and after typing a line, he asked Yan Si.
"Yes." Yan Si frowned tightly, "For him... it is a very important exam."
"That can't be helped." The doctor's keyboard crackled, he typed and changed again, and finally prescribed a new bottle of suspension injection, "Then inject a bottle of antipyretic medicine and see the effect."
The antipyretic medicine prescribed by the doctor is to help perspiration rather than to help reduce inflammation. The anti-inflammatory still depends on stomach medicine. It is just a two-pronged approach to see if it can reduce the fever quickly.
Adding a bottle of antipyretics, the water that was scheduled to be finished at four o'clock will be hung until seven o'clock in the morning. A small cart came to sell breakfast, and Yan Si went out to buy breakfast for Xie Zhi. He had just paid for it when Ji Zeyang called up.
"Are you ready?" Ji Zeyang asked, "I'm on my way, I'll pick you up later."
"You don't need to come here..." Yan Si was a little tired, and said, "We are in the hospital."
"Hospital?" Ji Zeyang was driving the door, his hands stopped when he heard this, and he frowned, "Why did you get to the hospital?"
"Xie Zhi had a stomach ailment last night." Yan Si said, "I had a fluid transfusion all night, and now I still have a fever."
When Yan Si mentioned this matter, his eyebrows frowned again——Xie Zhi's fever was due to inflammation, and now that the fever does not go away, it means that the inflammation has not disappeared, and several bottles of antipyretics will not help.
But Xie Zhi still has an exam today.
"How did this happen?" Ji Zeyang sighed.
"Stop talking." Yan Si raised the hand holding the porridge, and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'll just send him to the exam later."
Ji Zeyang: "Okay, let's meet at the school gate."
Yan Si hummed, hung up the phone, and walked into the ward with porridge.
Xie Zhi was still asleep, sweating all night, his hair was wet and limp on the pillow.
Yan Si put the porridge on the small cabinet beside him, stretched out five fingers, and combed Xie Zhi's hair, and massaged Xie Zhi's head gently with his thumb in circles, calling Xie Zhi to get up.
"Baby." Yan Si clung to Xie Zhi's ear and called softly, "Get up, we're going to take the exam."
Xie Zhi slowly opened his eyes, he was dazed for a while, then nodded, he was about to sit up, but when he got up, he felt dizzy for a while.
Yan Si hurriedly supported Xie Zhi, raised the bed for him, served porridge to feed him.
"Maybe you still have some inflammation in your body." Yan Si said, "So you have a little fever—eat some food and recover your strength."
Xie Zhi smiled, accepting Yan Si's statement.
Although Xie Zhi's fever did not subside, after taking two bottles of stomach medicine, the stomach pain was indeed relieved, and he didn't feel like throwing up after eating, so he sat up straight and let Yan Si help him put on his shoes.
Yan Si helped Xie Zhi into the parking lot, helped him sit in the passenger seat, and helped him buckle up the seat belt.
The hospital is not too far from Nortel. The sun came out in the early morning, and the SUV was swaying on the road in Beijing. Xie Zhi was sitting in the co-pilot, with his eyes closed towards the window, his face was pale, and his lips were chapped.
A red light came on.
Yan Si's car stopped at a red light, turned his face and glanced at Xie Zhi, suppressed the worry in his heart, and did not speak.
Thirty minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of Nortel.
Today is the retest of drama, film, film and literature. Fans and the media have already gathered and waited early in the morning. When Yan Si's car stopped, the media didn't react at first, and they still stood still and chatted with each other.
"Is that brother Yan Si's license plate number?"
Suddenly, a female voice asked from the crowd.
"what?!"
The words stirred up a thousand waves, and the media who were chatting just now suddenly realized, looked in the direction of the car, and immediately discovered——
That's Yan Si's license plate number? ? ?
Almost at the same time, all the media and fans took high-end or low-end equipment and rushed towards Yan Si's car.
With long guns and short cannons aimed at the car door, everyone stood outside, waiting eagerly.
A second later, the glass of the driver's seat rolled down halfway, and Yan Si put his elbow on the upper edge of the window, revealing half of his face wearing sunglasses.
"Friends from the media and fans." Yan Si smiled politely, "Can you step back? Give me a place to get off the bus?"
Yan Si's voice was not loud, but the audience was silent, and everyone understood his request.
Soon, a position where the car door could be opened was given up.
Yan Si thanked him, and closed the car window. As soon as the car window reached the top, he opened his own door, landed on his long legs, and slammed the door back.
The door was closed and opened in an instant, and no one could clearly see if there was anyone inside.
When Yan Si got out of the car, he saw Ji Zeyang's car to the left - Ji Zeyang had brought bodyguards to wait for them, but his reaction was a step slower just now, and now he couldn't get into the crowd's encirclement.
Yan Si thought about it, and finally walked towards the front of the car.
……where to?
The gate of Nortel is facing the car door, why is Yan Si walking towards the front of the car?
Everyone pays attention to Yan Si, and wherever he goes, everyone takes a step back to let him out of the way.
In front of everyone, Yan Si went around to the door on the side of the co-driver, opened half of the door, and went in first, turned up Xie Zhi's hat, and put it on for him.
"Be careful when you come down." Yan Si squeezed Xie Zhi's arm.
Xie Zhi: "I'm fine."
In fact, he had a fever all night and didn't eat anything at all, so how could Xie Zhi be okay?
Xie Zhi's whole body was sore and limp, with no one to support him, he was swaying when he walked.Fortunately, Yan Si's arm was very strong, he helped Xie Zhi down, then pulled him into his arms, and fixed Xie Zhi in a protective posture.
……what's the situation? ? ?
The media is collectively dumbfounded.It took me a while to remember to take a picture.
With the sound of the shutter, Yan Si closed Xie Zhi's hat again, led him around the front of the car, and walked towards the gate of Beidian.
At first, the media just took pictures, but soon they noticed that something was wrong with Xie Zhi.
Xie Zhi, who was hugged by Yan Si in his arms, was pale, the hood covered the upper part of his face, and his eyes could not be seen clearly, but just looking at his lips, it could be seen that his lips were chapped and without the slightest trace of blood.
The media keenly grasped the breaking point of the news, combined with Yan Sihu's posture of guarding him, instantly opened up countless brain holes.
But most dare not ask.
He could only choose what he could ask, and yelled in Xie Zhi's ear.
"Xie Zhi, Xie Zhi, you look so pale, are you sick?"
"Does it mean that the review pressure is too great? It's because of being too nervous?"
"Are you confident about today's retest?"
"Are you worried that you won't be able to write anything today?"
"Nortel No. [-], as I said before, is too arrogant to myself. Do you want to take back your words now?"
"You—" Yan Si heard a few words, the veins on the back of his hands popped up, and he almost cursed directly.
However, Yan Si had only said two words before his wrist was held down by a slightly hot hand.
Xie Zhi raised his head, looked at his eyes, and shook his head slightly.
Xie Zhi held Yan Si down with one hand, and put the other hand on the brim of his hat, and gently took off the hat.
The audience was silent, looking at Xie Zhi's pale face and dim eyes.
Watching him take a light breath, then smile, his eyes became firm.
"Thanks to everyone's love and concern."
"The goal has not changed, Nortel is number one, and we will do what we say."
"As for not being able to write it—why can't it be written?"
"As long as the pen in my heart always moves for the person I want to move, I will never fail to write."
If you like Yan Si, will you dislike Yan Si because you are sick?
Since not, then Xie Zhi, who wrote for the sake of strictness, will never lose confidence.
but……
Sitting in the significantly smaller classroom, Xie Zhi pressed his hot head against the cold desk, and couldn't help sighing.
It's true that he's in a bad state. After all, he still has a fever of more than 38 degrees. Xie Zhiguang is spinning and spinning here, and his ears are buzzing.
The invigilator came in, took a look at Xie Zhi, handed the paper to his colleague, and came down to look at him.
"Student, are you okay?" The invigilator came over and asked, "Do you need help?"
"I have a fever." Xie Zhi forced himself to get up and smiled at the teacher.
"Can you stick to the exam?" The teacher asked again.
"It's ok."
The teacher fulfilled his responsibilities and couldn't persuade Xie Zhi any more, but after a while, he brought Xie Zhi a glass of boiling water and told him to drink the glass of water slowly, and if he wanted to go to the toilet, the teacher would help him out.
Xie Zhi nodded gratefully. After the teacher left, he ignored the teacher's request to drink slowly and drank the water in one gulp. He put the empty glass in the upper left corner to avoid getting the test paper wet later.
At 55:[-], the preparatory bell rang and the rolls began.
At nine o'clock sharp, everyone began to write.
There are two questions in the re-examination. The first one is the analysis of film and television works. The title this time is [Please write three movies that you think have similar ideological connotations, and analyze how the movies explain ideas through plots from multiple perspectives. 】
Xie Zhi practiced this kind of comprehensive topic a lot. He rubbed his dizzy forehead, listed dozens of movies on the draft paper, finally picked three, and started to write analysis.
The second question is the story writing question.
The topic is as follows: [Find a paragraph or sentence in your favorite literary work, expand it, and write a script. 】
...that's just too much.
Xie Zhi felt his arm suddenly heavy, and his thoughts returned to that day, the afternoon when Bai Hanmo threw a book into his arm.
Xie Zhi closed his eyes and returned to his inner world.
The voluminous words flashed in Xie Zhi's mind line by line, and the little Xie Zhi stood on the ground holding the notebook, looking up at the words flying by with gold borders.
Suddenly, Xie Zhi stretched out his hand and reached for one of the sentences from the air.
Xie Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, picked up his pen, and wrote the title at the beginning of the volume——"Arc Light"
In Benjamin's One Way Street, the chapter on arc lamps has only one sentence.
"Only the one who loves him without expectations understands him."
Miss F is a girl in a lonely city. Speaking of it, her story is actually not that special—it’s just that her parents divorced, because her parents divorced, so she rebelled.
Mr. K is an idol launched by a small [-]th-line entertainment company. He follows the national style line, with a cool breeze and a beautiful singing voice.
The story of course started on the streets of the city at night. Miss F grabbed the skateboard and rushed down the three steps, leaped in the air, and whistled to a person at the door as she flew over the convention center.
"Hey—Miss, miss, wait!" The person who was whistled by Miss F caught up.
"What are you doing?" Miss F reluctantly stopped, her navel-baring dress exposed her flat belly, with a sparkling navel ring hanging from it.
"Ms. Miss." The person who caught up took out a stack of tickets and said to Ms. F, "Today there is a concert in the convention and exhibition center, do you want to go in and listen?"
"A concert?" Miss F raised her eyebrows, pointing to the exhibition center, "Inside?"
Scalper: "Right!"
"A concert that can't even sell tickets?" Ms. F sneered, "What kind of shit."
cattle:"……"
Scalper: "Can I sell it to you cheaper, 150 for infield tickets?"
Ms. F: "A fool who can't sell a hundred and fifty infield tickets..."
"Cheaper!" The scalper paid for it, "100 yuan, the middle position of the first three rows is random!"
Miss F: "..."
Anyway, 100 yuan, even if you go to ktv to listen to a song in a private room, it will cost [-] yuan for three hours. In the end, Ms. F bought a ticket out of sympathy for the scalper and walked into the exhibition center.
It is the smallest venue in the convention and exhibition center. A concert can be held with a few stools on the ground. Few people go in. There are a few light signs here and there. It looks pitiful.
Miss F walked in with the skateboard in her arms, walked to her place, then leaned on the skateboard, and threw a piece of bubble gum into her mouth.
Then he began to endure the night-long magic sound piercing his ears.
So if people are poor, they can't blame monsters, and if people are stupid, they can't blame the management. I rely on it... Can you hold a concert with this stage quality? !
Ms. F was speechless and choked, endured it for half an hour, and was just about to slip away, but before she could slip away, the stage darkened, and a group of chasing lights came onto the stage.
Mr. K, dressed in white, was sent to the center of the stage by the lifting platform, held the microphone, and announced the curtain by himself.
"Hi everyone, I'm Mr. K." Mr. K said, "The song I'm bringing to you tonight is Murong Xue."
...Murong Xue?
Miss F liked this song very much before, she hesitated for a moment, sat on the bench, and began to listen to Mr K singing.
After a short interlude, Mr. K opened his voice. As soon as he opened his voice, Miss F couldn't go anywhere.
Mr. K's voice is as clean as anyone else's, just like the moment when the purest handful of snow just melts in the palm of his hand at the beginning of winter, it is just rightly cold.
Mr. K sang two songs, and Ms. F was immersed in those two songs for all the following concert time.
After returning home, Ms. F frantically searched for Mr. K's information. In fact, there were very few of them, but a few singing videos were Ms. F's favorite.
Miss F started chasing stars, and also began to accumulate understanding of Mr. K bit by bit.
Mr. K received the first notice and talked about his past in it.
Ms. F began to know that Mr. K had no parents, but for the dream of singing, she bravely joined the circle.
"Is the road hard?"
"The hard part is the basic skills. I am the same as every person in this world who is working hard to live. It is hard work, but it is not hard." Mr. K talked eloquently, "The most important thing is whether I really work hard enough to satisfy myself. Now, are you trying to be a person who is not bluffing or mediocre."
Mr. K went to the road show, and stood at the densest crowd in the city and sang, holding a microphone, singing clearly - "Existence and the universe are also perishing, love swallows distance and time"
Ms. F stood in the crowd, holding the flashlight of her mobile phone, dangling around, out of tune with all the people around her who were taking pictures with their mobile phones.
Mr. K held a concert again, and the number of people was much larger than last time. Ms. F spent ten times the price of the last time to get the ticket in the middle of zone a.
Looking up at the stage, Mr. K seems to be thinner than before, but his singing voice is more mature.
"When I was young, I also loved dreaming so much, so I decided to write my own answer, waiting for you to believe it."
"Attack tenaciously and strive for that recognition, just like every immortal martyr in the dynasty."
The host asked him: "Mr. K, what do you think is an idol?"
Mr. K said: "I think an idol is a dream maker, someone who can warm and illuminate others."
Mr. K looked at the audience: "So, we all have to work hard in our life."
in the examination room.
Xie Zhi felt that his whole body was thrown into a bottomless hot spring, he was so dizzy from the soak, he went up and down, and could never reach the shore.
There were big beads of sweat on Xie Zhi's forehead, he wiped it off a little, and continued to write.
on paper.
Ms. F sitting under the stage looked at Mr. K who was dressed in white and was illuminated by the spotlight. At that moment, she also felt that she was illuminated.
"Okay, then let's draw a lucky audience to go on stage and interact with Mr. K." The host said, "Who do you want to choose?"
"Then, District A, third row, No. 15."
Miss F lowered her head, and glanced at the ticket stub in her hand—A district, third row, No. 15.
Miss F pushed the girl next to her and said, "Are you going?"
Number 14 in the third row: "Huh?"
No. 14 in the third row: "He obviously smoked—"
Miss F: "I won't go."
Miss F whispered: "I will meet him one day, but not as a fan."
No. 14 in the third row was ignorant, but still accepted the great kindness, and ran to the stage to meet and interact with the idol.
After watching the whole concert, Ms. F returned home and took out her textbook that had been dusty for a long time.
Ms. F actually didn't know how she could meet Mr. K as "not a fan", but the only thing she could do well was this.
Why did you suddenly stop studying and study hard?
Is it for revenge?
Miss F opened the book, no longer thinking about the past that was too dim to see clearly.
But there are too many poor courses, life is not an inspirational idol drama, and the final result of serious review is just an ordinary three books.
"I want to repeat." Miss F said to her drunken father.
She felt that she would definitely attract a lot of insults, or she would ask "You are such a person, what is there to repeat?" "You are already rotten, do you still want to continue to get better?"
However, Miss F's father didn't say anything, he just nodded and asked, "How much does it cost to repeat the course? Go get it yourself."
Miss F paid the money, re-entered the classroom, and started from scratch.
Mr. K and Ms. F also had a turning point in their lives. A big company in the industry took a fancy to Mr. K's singing voice and extended an olive branch to him.
Mr. K waited until the end of the contract, jumped to a big company, and had his own exclusive team.
Mr. K's singing voice could no longer be heard on the road, and the ticket price in Zone A has become a hundred times that of one hundred yuan, and there is no market for the price, and it is hard to find a ticket.
But Ms. F still bought a ticket for Area A. After listening to Mr. K singing in the audience, when she walked out of the concert venue, her father sent her a short message, and she received an admission letter from Beijing Normal University.
Harvesting in autumn and harvesting in winter, winter and summer, another summer, the last class of the summer vacation, the professor suddenly thought of something and opened a ppt.
"Everyone." The professor said, "This summer we have a teaching aid project in Africa, in cooperation with the United Nations. I wonder who would like to go there and bring what we have learned in the classroom to the children there?"
"Africa? Isn't that too far away?"
"I applied for a teaching support in China, so maybe..."
"Why do you have to teach children in Africa???"
The whole classroom was noisy, and at the end, in the front row, a thin white hand was raised. Miss F's hand was held beside her ear-length hair, with a gentle smile.
"I'll go."
Yuanfei had to go through a month of taking medicine and body adjustments. One month later, Ms. F put on the uniform issued by the team, her long hair was coiled up, and she walked through the smooth and beautiful corridors of the airport pushing her suitcase.
Before arriving at the meeting point, Ms. F stood by a floor-to-ceiling window and looked out.
Beijing today is cloudless and blue.
But she suddenly recalled the night when she met Mr. K.
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