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Torrential rain, cracking wind, thunder, seem to destroy the whole world.

Xiao Ling couldn't get rid of Xue Wenshu's hand, and was even more upset. His face darkened: "Mr. Xue, I'm going to a very important place. Even if you don't want to help me go, don't stop me!"

Xiao Ling has always been gentle and polite in his dealings with others, covering up his true emotions.

Even when Xia Nuo was exposed in the concert, he had never expressed his anger so bluntly like now.

Xue Wenshu seemed to find Xiao Ling's current appearance very interesting.

Instead of letting go, he pulled Xiao Ling one step closer to him, letting Xiao Ling hide under his umbrella.

"Your hands are cold."

Xiao Ling raised his head and stared at him: "What does this have to do with you? Let me go!"

Xue Wenshu lowered his head, their faces were very close, Xue Wenshu's voice was very soft, as if coaxing the children: "Where are you going, tell me clearly, I will take you there."

Xiao Ling knew that his strength was not as strong as his, and he couldn't break free, and he really needed to take the other party's car to pass, so he took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and told the expedition team he sponsored about digging up the stele.

Xue Wenshu: "So, are you going to see the stele now?"

"is it not OK?"

"No, it's raining too much today. After a few days, the rain will stop. I'll take you there, okay?"

"Not good!" Xiao Ling looked at him, "I have to go today."

"Why?" Xue Wenshu didn't understand why the little prince was so emotional today, he didn't look like Xiao Ling at all, "What important information does that stone tablet have that make you insist on confirming it today?"

Xiao Ling's body has been very uncomfortable these past few days. Now that he was drenched by the rain, he felt his whole body began to tremble involuntarily.

He gritted his teeth: "It's very important...very important...it's the information of my most important person...I have to see..."

As he spoke, Xiao Ling felt his teeth shaking.

Xue Wenshu's face turned cold: "Your most important person? Who is it?"

Xiao Ling's head hurt even more: "That stone tablet is about Prince Zhaoming...so I...I want to see..."

Xiao Ling's voice became softer and softer, and his headache made him bend over.

Seeing this, Xue Wenshu's tone suddenly softened a lot. He hugged Xiao Ling and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you? If you're so uncomfortable, don't go, why don't you go back—"

"You don't understand!" Xiao Ling interrupted Xue Wenshu's words. He had a splitting headache at the moment, and the news of the teacher's death completely crushed Xiao Ling.

These days, no matter how lonely he is, no matter what kind of predicament he encounters, he can face it positively. That's because in Xiao Ling's heart, even if he leaves, his old people will live well.

He has always insisted on this belief.

Tell him now that his old people are not doing well at all, and not long after he left, his teacher died in depression. Xiao Ling can't wait to commit suicide immediately and try to return to Yan Country, to stop the teacher, let the teacher do not die!

The negative emotions accumulated over the past few days were originally deeply hidden in the bottom of my heart, but they broke out completely at this moment. The lightning and thunder in the pouring rain ignited all Xiao Ling's grief even more.

Xiao Ling almost yelled: "I have to go! You don't understand how important this matter is to me!!"

"I see……"

"You don't understand at all! Because I——is Prince Zhaoming Xiao Ling!"

This last self-exposure made Xiao Ling lose all his strength, Xiao Ling's eyes went dark in the thunder, and he fell into a boundless dream.

In the dream, he must still be in the East Palace, in the Wenyuan villa he built, all the old friends around him are there, the teacher, of course, is also there.

Xiao Ling suddenly passed out in Xue Wenshu's arms.

Xue Wenshu hugged him tightly, and after a long time, he left a sigh that Xiao Ling couldn't hear: "Of course I understand..."

……

Xiao Ling always wondered if he would go back to the past when he woke up this time.

The reality will not always be as he wished, this time when he woke up, he opened his eyes and it was still a familiar place.

He actually returned to Xue Wenshu's home, which was also the place he had been relying on all along.

Although their crew moved to the film and television city near Donghai City to shoot last week, Xue Wenshu didn't expect Xue Wenshu to drag him back home.

He was lying on the bed, and he was also changed into pajamas, covered with a fluffy quilt, and there was a wet towel on his forehead.

Xiao Ling wanted to say something, but found that his throat was very dry.

It's just that when he moved, someone noticed it immediately.

Xue Wenshu came in from the door, he took off his coat, and he was still wearing his previous clothes inside.

It looked like he was taking care of Xiao Ling, so he hadn't had time to clean himself up.

Xue Wenshu walked over quickly and picked up the water: "The water is warm, drink it quickly."

Xiao Ling took a few sips slowly, and his throat felt much better.

It's just that I have no strength like a wheel has run over me.

Xue Wenshu explained: "You had a fever yesterday. It should be because you were overtired before, and you also suffered from the wind and cold. You got a fever because of emotional agitation. I gave you medicine, and the fever subsided in the middle of the night. You can just lie down."

Although it was an understatement, Xiao Ling still keenly recognized the meaning of the words that the other party took care of him for a whole night.

Seeing that Xiao Ling was still about to say something, Xue Wenshu interrupted him softly: "Rest, I asked Director Zhou for leave for you, and he said that the production team just happened to be setting interior scenes these few days, so you should take a good rest. There is pressure, and I will come back when I recover.”

Xiao Ling nodded.

After the high fever that night passed, Xiao Ling's mind cleared up a lot, and he regained his previous calmness and self-control.

Things had come to this, even if he saw the stele with his own eyes, nothing could be changed.

Facts are facts. After I "died in the water", the teacher also "died in depression".

Seeing the stele with my own eyes, can it change anything?

Nothing.

Xiao Ling looked at the ceiling and began to let go.

Seeing this, Xue Wenshu left the room.

After a while, Xiao Ling smelled a fragrance.

I saw Xue Wenshu come in with a bowl of fragrant porridge.

He smiled and said: "It's my first time doing it, and it's not good, so please bear with it."

Xue Wenshu skillfully helped Xiao Ling up, and stuffed a pillow around his waist.

He said in a relaxed tone: "I just learned from the live broadcast room you often watch. If it doesn't taste good, it's the host's fault, not me."

Hearing this, Xiao Ling glanced at him lightly, if the cooking is not delicious, he can't push the blame to the host girl.

"Well, I have the strength to stare at me, and it seems that my health is much better."

As he spoke, Xue Wenshu scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Xiao Ling's mouth.

Xiao Ling really couldn't raise his hand at the moment, so he was fed and drank like this. In fact, the porridge tasted pretty good...

He was able to speak, so he said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, as long as you're fine."

Xue Wenshu slowly fed Xiao Ling mouthful.

Xiao Ling felt a little strange in his heart, because Xue Wenshu deliberately kept a certain distance from Xiao Ling, no matter whether he was Lawyer Xue or President Xue, as if he didn't want Xiao Ling to know him too well.

Xiao Ling suddenly remembered that when he collapsed yesterday, he seemed to have exposed the identity of Prince Zhaoming. His memory was a little blurred due to the fever, and he didn't know if the other party heard or understood.

Xiao Ling stabilized his mind and asked tentatively, "Did I say anything before I fainted?"

"Of course, you claim to be the prince." Xue Wenshu looked at him with a smile.

Xiao Ling was taken aback, and was about to explain.

But the other party shook his head teasingly: "Are you getting into the drama too deeply? Although everyone calls you Prince Xiao Ling now, it's pretty cute that you really call yourself that."

Hearing such a reply, Xiao Ling felt relieved, coughed lightly a few times, and even continued to joke along with the other party's words: "That's right, the crown prince has finished his meal, you can step back."

Xue Wenshu followed suit: "Abiding by the order, His Royal Highness, the minister is retiring."

Before Xue Wenshu left the door, he suddenly heard Xiao Ling say: "By the way...I'm sorry yesterday, I lost my temper."

Xue Wenshu raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "It doesn't matter, you can have a good rest."

……

After lying down for a day, Xiao Ling's mood was stable, and he remembered that he had left the group rashly, for fear of delaying the progress of the crew, so he asked his assistant to send the script, and while recuperating these two days, he continued to study the script and figured out how to act.

It's just that most of the rest are the emotional scenes between Lin Wuqi and Qing Yuanjun's master and apprentice. If there is no counterpart actor, it will be very difficult to try out the emotional scenes by yourself.

Xue Wenshu had contracted Xiao Ling's meal recently, and when he brought the meal over again, he saw such a scene.

The handsome young man leaned against the bed with a pale face, his expression was weak and stubborn, and he said in a cold tone: "I don't need your care, you hurt me so far, and then you turned your head to take care of me, pretending to care about me. Qing Yuan-Jun , tell me, what exactly do you want?"

Xue Wenshu knew that Xiao Ling was auditioning, so he picked up the script on the table.

It just so happened that this was a scene where Lin Wuqi was seriously injured and Lord Qingyuan took care of him coldly.

When Xue Wenshu turned around, his expression suddenly changed.

Usually he always looks like a smile but not a smile, but now his face is cold, which makes him look even more stern than Chu Fenglang's temperament.

"Little fish, porridge, I brought you porridge, you should drink it, or not."

Hearing this voice, Xiao Ling was taken aback for a moment, and found that Xue Wenshu had actually taken up the lines of the script, and acted decently.

Although Xue Wenshu performed indifferently, his eyes showed unconcealable love and teasing: "In the future, I will accompany you to practice the lines in the play, how about it?"

Then, he didn't care whether Xiao Ling agreed or not, and continued to act with a high level of drama.

"Little fish, you are an adult, don't be willful."

With that said, Xue Wenshu handed over the porridge in his hand.

Xiao Ling accepted Xue Wenshu's invitation to play, and continued to speak the lines in the script.

He pushed Xue Wenshu's hand away, and said sharply: "I said no to drink, Master, don't you understand?"

"It turns out that you also know that this seat is your master. Is there such a disobedient apprentice in the world?"

"That's right." Xiao Ling smiled coldly, "How can there be a master who makes disciples so sad?!"

"You are so disobedient, so don't blame Master." So, Xue Wenshu strode up, pinched Xiao Ling's chin with one hand, and poured porridge into his mouth.

Although the lines in his mouth were cold and merciless, Xue Wenshu's hand pouring the porridge was gentle and gentle, feeding Xiao Ling bit by bit.

Xiao Ling stared at Xue Wenshu's face, his heart suddenly moved, and an inexplicable feeling flooded his whole body.

He thought to himself: Is this what Zhou Zhenren often said, asking him to act out the feeling of "emotion"?

Although Xue Wenshu is not an actor, his acting skills are very good. At least, being led by Xue Wenshu, he actually found the feeling of master-student relationship that he had not been able to find.

From this point of view, Xue Wenshu's performance is much better than Chu Fenglang's...

……

In the crew far away, Chu Fenglang, the top idol who was waiting for the filming to start, didn't know that he had been rejected.

He sneezed with a sound of "Ah-choo--".

Chu Fenglang wiped his nose.

Um?It must be another fan who is thinking about him.

Being too popular is such a troublesome thing.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Wen Ce;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Yali; 10 bottles of Jinnian;