Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

38.

Fang Zhixing's last scene before finishing filming was the beginning of the story.

During the violent storm in North City in July, Yu Ran's younger sister was in labor late at night. When a phone call came to him, Yu Ran had a broken arm and was unable to drive. He asked Cheng Hao to take him to the hospital, but was refused. In desperation, he had to take a taxi alone.

The water truck called by the crew has arrived at the scene, and the crew began to soak the venue ahead of schedule.

Fang Zhixing stayed in the well-heated lounge until the last moment. When the field manager called him to the scene, he was still bouncing around to do warm-up exercises.

Playing summer in late autumn, Fang Zhixing had to wear short-sleeved sleeves. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he was hit by the wind. He immediately turned his head and wanted to go back to the lounge.

Ji Chuan wrapped him up with a heavy down jacket from behind: "Why are you running so fast, you haven't put on your clothes yet!"

Fang Zhixing stuck the hat on his head, his voice trembling: "I want to feel the taste of autumn in advance."

Ji Chuan carried a large bag on his shoulder, stuffed with more than a dozen bath towels, and his image was bulging, as if he was rushing to accompany his wife to have a baby.

The sky was dark and heavy, Fang Zhixing looked around in the night and asked, "Where's Brother Yuan?"

"Group B hasn't played yet, he can't make it through now."

"Ok."

Fang Zhixing was not very interested, and even the heat from his breath became very short.

When they arrived at the scene, Chen Hua first took Fang Zhi on a walk through the play, set a lot of points on the ground, and explained clearly where to go and what to do.Then he lifted Fang Zhixing's down jacket: "Have you put it on to warm the baby?"

I wanted to post it, but summer T-shirts are too thin, and the outline is easy to see when it gets wet. Fang Zhixing shook his head: "I didn't post it."

Chen Hua responded with satisfaction, and patted him on the shoulder: "It's the last scene, hold on, let's try to end it as soon as possible."

The sprinkler started to spray, and the heavy rain poured down like a torrent. There were three powerful blowers on the side of the road, blowing the grass on the flower beds upside down.

Fang Zhixing took off his down jacket, and goosebumps appeared on his bare/exposed arms as soon as they touched the air, but he didn't show it, took the props and opened the umbrella, and rushed into the wind and rain with the sound of "Action".

At 03:30 in the morning, there is no one in the high-end residential area. This place is usually too far away for taxis, and now no one cares about it on the car-hailing software.

Yu Ran struggled to hold up the umbrella with one hand, his T-shirt was soon completely soaked by the rainstorm, the ribs of the umbrella were blown out of shape by the strong wind, his thin chest was completely unable to withstand the wind and rain, and his shoulders unconsciously shrunk together.

The dim yellow street lamps were blurred by the waterline, and the shadow cast by Yu Ran on the ground was scattered chaotically. The umbrella lost its strength in his hand, and was immediately swept away by the strong wind.Yu Ran chased after a few steps at random, his cheeks were sore from the raindrops hitting his face, and he felt lonely and suffocated in the cold night.

He took out his mobile phone, the raindrops wet the screen in an instant, and the white light pierced the bottom of his pupils. He suddenly realized that without Cheng Hao, he was like a trapped animal with no way out. In such a big city, the person he could rely on was gone. , so he's struggling here.

An almost hopeless sadness climbed up his pale face, and he sank together with the boundless wind and rain as if he had lost his will.

Chen Hua held up the horn and yelled to stop, and Ji Chuan rushed forward to wrap Fang Zhixing with a bath towel.

He was so cold that he was shivering all over, and the staff stuffed him with a hot water bottle to warm his hands.

Regardless of whether it was dry or wet, Ji Chuan was afraid that Fang Zhixing would get sick from the cold, so he directly put the down jacket on him: "Qingqing, I think you feel cold."

Fang Zhixing's upper and lower teeth clucked together, and he was still swearing: "How many times have you said that, don't call me Qingqing!"

Looks pretty grumpy.

Chen Hua waved to him, but Fang Zhixing was not satisfied with his performance just now: "Xiao Fang, you are not in the right mood."

"I understand that it may be a bit confusing to shoot you upside down during this period of time, but I must remind you that Yu Ran is not sick at this time, and his hope for life has not been completely lost." Chen Hua said, "Yu Ran's own sister He is about to have a baby, he is desperate, even if no one helps him, he will crawl to the hospital, but in your performance just now, what I saw was a self-destructive anxiety patient, that is not the current Yu Ran. "

Fang Zhixing nodded and quickly adjusted his emotions.

"Rest for 5 minutes and come back again, don't worry, remember you are not sick now."

Rain scenes are not easy to shoot, especially in this kind of heavy rain, people can't open their eyes in it, and it is necessary to let the audience experience the different emotions of the characters through subtle facial expressions, which is a great test for the actors.The scene was filmed from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] a.m., and after Chen Hua announced that this was over, Fang Zhixing's face turned numb.

The sprinkler finally stopped working. The staff stepped on the water and hugged him. His frozen body was warmed by countless chests. Fang Zhixing grinned and cheered loudly in his ears: "Happy ending!!!"

I can't believe that Fang Zhixing's hot-headed drama ended like this. After three months together, from stranger to familiarity, the crew gave him a lot of support and encouragement like a big warm family.

Gradually, the swarming crowd retreated to both sides.

Zhong Siyuan was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and he should have come directly from Group B. He held a bouquet of blood roses, and his cold eyes were warmed by the bright red color.

He gave the flowers to Fang Zhixing and said in a low voice, "Happy ending."

Fang Zhixing smirked twice holding the flower, raised his face and asked, "When did you come here?"

"It's been a long time."

Zhong Siyuan arrived when Chen Hua yelled "Ka" for the first time. He didn't disturb anyone, but just watched Fang Zhixing silently being engulfed by wind and rain again and again, and was at a loss in the rain again and again.

He looked at Yu Ran, who had nowhere to ask in the heavy rain, and confused the plot with reality for the first time in four years of filming. He thought to himself, he would never see such an expression on Fang Zhixing's face again, and he would never Let Fang Zhixing swallow such a bitter fruit alone, his dear, he will hold it in the palm of his hand and it hurts.

Fang Zhixing stuffed the flowers randomly to the people next to him, and threw himself on Zhong Siyuan, all wet.

Zhong Siyuan accepted him with open arms and shared the wind, rain and cold with him.

"Mr. Zhong, I'm done." Fang Zhixing pressed his cold face against Zhong Siyuan's neck, and said softly, "Thank you for not giving up on me."

Zhong Siyuan's five fingers fell into the wet and cold hair, and he hugged him tightly.

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Fang Zhixing was forced to drink two bowls of ginger tea before he was allowed to go home. It was almost three o'clock when he arrived home, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't find his way. into the bathroom.

In the hot air, Fang Zhixing dozed off on the edge of the bathtub, Zhong Siyuan made cold medicine and picked up Fang Zhixing from the bubble bath, and asked him to drink a cup before agreeing to let him out.

Fang Zhixing was soaked in the artificial rain for too long, his body was completely cold, and his skin was still cold after taking a bath.

Zhong Siyuan covered him with the quilt, Fang Zhixing was already curled up on the bed and motionless.

He was worried that Fang Zhixing would catch a cold, and that he would damage his knees if he stayed in the cold water for a long time. Even if Fang Zhixing fell asleep, he didn't leave. He brought imported ointment and sat on the edge of the bed to massage him silently.

The knee joint was also cold, Zhong Siyuan rubbed it until the skin under his palm became hot and red.

It was almost four o'clock after all the tossing, and he finished two days later than Fang Zhixing, and he had to get up after a short sleep, so he simply made do on the sofa for a while.

Zhong Siyuan couldn't sleep well, he didn't feel that he was falling asleep, and he was always thinking about Fang Zhixing. At 06:30, he entered the room to check Fang Zhixing's temperature, but fortunately he didn't have a fever.

So she put her mind at ease for a while, went back to the opposite side, took a shower, changed clothes, made some breakfast and put it in the warmer before going to the set, and did not forget to leave a message for Fang Zhixing: "Breakfast is ready, remember to eat."

Fang Zhixing's nerves collapsed for three months and he suddenly relaxed and fell asleep. It was like a coma. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was dark outside. He thought he had just fallen asleep not long ago.

It wasn't until he took out his mobile phone to check the time that his chaotic consciousness stared at the date for a full minute before he woke up like a cloud of mist.

God damn it at 19 o'clock, he actually slept through the night!

There are a lot of unread messages on the phone, and Zhong Siyuan sent a lot of them. The last one was sent at [-]:[-] pm. Fang Zhixing automatically filled his mind with a shocked tone: "Still sleeping?"

Fang Zhixing blushed a little, and called back after six hours: "Mr. Zhong... I'm awake."

It's really embarrassing to say, he can't sleep without a pig...

In less than half a minute, Lin Manman called him back.

Fang Zhixing guessed that the news that he had slept for more than ten hours had already spread, so he answered in embarrassment: "Hello, Xiaoman."

"Mr. Fang, you're awake. The boss is filming. Let him call you back when he finishes."

"Ah, no need." Fang Zhixing hugged the quilt and waved his hands, "He's busy with other things, don't worry about me."

"It's okay, the boss can't hear the sound, don't worry. There is lunch in the kitchen, you can eat it hot, it's made by the boss at noon."

"...Eh?" Fang Zhixing asked puzzled, "He came back at noon?"

Lin Manman said: "Yeah, you didn't move all morning, the boss thought something was wrong with you."

Ashamed to say, Fang Zhixing was fine, he hung up the phone, his muscles and bones were weak from sleeping, and he quickly got up to move around.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he warmed up the food in the kitchen and brought it to the table. Fang Zhixing couldn't help laughing. Zhong Siyuan usually looks like a man who doesn't care about anything, but he likes to scare himself whenever he has anything to do with him. Zhixing could imagine how this man felt when he came back at noon.

He had a full meal, washed the dishes, and then went next door to pet Maojia and others.

Mozart, the fat cat, has held a grudge ever since he was caught by Fang Zhixing that day, and now he grinned and dodged as soon as he approached, for fear of suffering another unreasonable disaster.

Fang Zhixing snorted the cat in spite of others' will, and sincerely apologized: "It was my fault that day, it was my fault, I have coaxed you for a week, why are you still so arrogant."

Mozart stretched out his paws and pushed forward, but Fang Zhixing pressed him on the sofa: "I'll buy you dried fish and high-end cat food, and I'll be rich soon, so hurry up and curry favor with me. Is Zhong Siyuan snoring at you? See if he ignores you!"

Mozart seemed to be a little hesitant, the balance in his heart was tilted to the left, and he was still trying to regain some dignity for himself.

Fang Zhixing arched his head against its belly, lying on the sofa and staring at Mozart: "It's a big deal, can I let you catch it?"

He grabbed Mozart's paw and pressed it on the back of his hand: "One for each of us, it's even."

Mozart has never done such a wicked thing since he was so old. He meowed, rolled over with his paws round, and pointed his butt at Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing held Mozart by the neck and hugged him, rubbed his face and said cheerfully, "You didn't want to catch it! I'll just pretend you forgive me, Oyo Tete, give me a quick kiss." .”

Mozart was first scratched, then forced to accept an apology, and now he has to be kissed by someone. Cat life is hard.

When Zhong Siyuan entered the door, he saw a person and a cat rolling on his sofa. With a cold expression on his face, he changed his shoes and walked into the living room. He asked in an ugly way, "Who do you want to kiss?"

Fang Zhixing's pursed mouth stopped in the air, and then retracted a little bit restrained.

He finally let Mozart go, and ran up to Zhong Siyuan barefoot without wearing slippers: "Brother Yuan."

Zhong Siyuan lowered his eyes, grabbed Fang Zhixing's waist and hugged him without saying a word.

He just came back from the outside, his body was soaked in the cold, and he frowned as soon as he touched Fang Zhixing's warm body.

Fang Zhixing put his arms around Zhong Siyuan's neck, hooked his feet around him: "What are you doing..."

Zhong Siyuan dragged his legs straight into the room, put him down on the bed, and stroked Zhixing's forehead with his slightly cool hand.

Fang Zhixing flinched back, a slight shudder appeared on his skin.

Zhong Siyuan looked at his complexion, which was red in the white, like a ripe peach.He couldn't bear to blame him, and pulled off the quilt to cover Fang Zhixing's body: "You have a fever, don't you feel it?"

"..."

Fang Zhixing touched his face and murmured, "Is there any? It's not hot..."

Zhong Siyuan grabbed his hand: "The whole body is hot, how can you feel it?"

I really don't know whether to say he is slow or too bad at taking care of himself, I don't even know if he has a fever or not.

Zhong Siyuan pushed Fang Zhixing down, and told him to stay calm and find the medicine box and thermometer by himself.

After the test, Fang Zhixing believed it. It was 38 degrees 5. He suddenly felt a little weak, and even his eye sockets were hot.

Zhong Siyuan didn't sleep much yesterday, so Fang Zhixing fell ill because of all precautions. He was in a bad mood, with a cold face, he hurried up and down, boiled water, heated a towel, and found alcohol to cool down physically.

Haicheng had started heating, Zhong Siyuan put a towel on Fang Zhixing's forehead, unbuttoned his pajamas, and wiped his chest and neck with alcohol cotton.

Fang Zhixing obediently let others play with him, and the aftermath of the fever slowly surged up. When his wrist was rubbed, Fang Zhixing grabbed Zhong Siyuan, and his hot palm was tightly bound like a soldering iron.

"Where is the pain?"

Fang Zhixing shook his head: "Do you think I'm only coquettish with you? I was fine until you came back."

Zhong Siyuan was not in the mood to joke with him. This is not a common cold. After being poured in cold water for several hours, everyone will get sick. He is afraid that it will be more serious: "Try physical cooling first, and then I will give you antipyretics when the temperature does not come down later. Tomorrow morning I'll take you to the hospital anyway."

"It's okay, it's just cold." Fang Zhixing let go of his hand, "You have one last scene tomorrow."

Zhong Siyuan put down the things in his hands, and said in a deep voice: "Filming is not more important than you."

Fang Zhixing knew that he couldn't persuade him, and if he couldn't get better tomorrow, he couldn't stop him. It wasn't the meat on the chopping board that was slaughtered, so he could only pray that he would get better soon, and don't make trouble at this time.

The illness came like a mountain, Fang Zhixing soon withered, he had no strength, and even a little jealous.

Zhong Siyuan tucked the quilt up for him: "Sleep here tonight, sleep now."

Fang Zhixing was covered so that only his eyes were exposed: "What about you?"

Zhong Siyuan said, "I'm looking at you."

Do you want to film a movie tomorrow?

Fang Zhixing showed his fragility, and hooked his fingers around Zhong Siyuan's cuff: "It's so cold to sleep alone, come up and accompany me."

It is a normal man who can't stand the person he likes showing weakness and acting like a baby. Zhong Siyuan's heart was so soft that he put Fang Zhixing's hand back under the quilt, and promised: "Okay, you go to sleep first, and I will accompany you after I take a bath."

Fang Zhixing felt that he shouldn't be too sleepy after sleeping for more than ten hours. The fact is that Zhong Siyuan started to feel confused on his back as soon as he left.

It was the first time he slept on Zhong Siyuan's bed, the scent on the pillow was very similar to that of Zhong Siyuan's body, it was light and cold, and this smell fascinated him and made him feel more at ease.

Fang Zhixing has always been in good health. The last time he got sick was in South Korea, which was about the same season as now. The reason was that Zhong Siyuan refused to sleep with him.

It's really different today. Back then, Fang Zhixing couldn't believe that Zhong Siyuan would respond to his requests one day even if he was beaten to death.

When Zhong Siyuan came out of the shower, Fang Zhixing had already fallen asleep, he must be very uncomfortable, and he was still frowning in his sleep.

He lifted the quilt and went to bed, hugged Fang Zhixing's hot body into his arms, stroked his palms around his waist, and moved to his back to stroke gently, as if smoothing Mozart's hair, but he didn't even have such patience with cats .

It didn't take long for Fang Zhixing to start sweating. He kicked the quilt so hot that his cheeks were flushed.

Zhong Siyuan clasped his wrist lightly, rubbed it carefully, comforted him carefully, and gently pecked at the center of his frowning eyebrows: "Qingqing, don't move around."

Fang Zhixing seemed to be awakened by his call, and opened his eyes with a strange expression.

Zhong Siyuan let go of him a little, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Fang Zhixing pursed his lips, suddenly pushed him away, covered his mouth and ran under the bed: "Damn, I want to vomit!"

The author has something to say:

Some people don't even get sick!