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In front of Wang Ping, there were bright lights all over the city. He listened to Ji Zou's words, and when he heard the word "secret base", he turned his eyes to Ji Zou.

The lights of the whole city flickered in Ji Zuo's eyes, merging with his own eyes, looking at Wang Pingping, full of tenderness.

"Ji Zou..." Wang Ping asked softly, "Why...you know?"

"I know about Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo smiled, "I said it before."

At that time, Wang Ping thought it was just a very common sentence, but for some reason, when he listened to it now, Wang Ping felt like crying.

In fact, Wang Ping has never been a weak person, and he was born with a very high tear point. He used to learn to dance, and his hip pain made the whole class howl, but he was the only one who was still smiling.

Wang Ping looked away, holding back the tears in his eyes.

Ji Zou stretched out his hand, pressed on the top of Wang Ping's head, rubbed his hair, and rubbed it lightly.

"I hope you are happy." Ji Zuo said.

Wang Ping looked up at Ji Zou.

"Okay." Ji Zuo put down his hand and stood side by side with Wang Ping, "Let's go in and visit first, shall we?"

Wang Ping almost cried just now, he was a little embarrassed, and followed Ji Zuo inside without saying a word.

Walking in the sea of ​​lanterns, the two of them occasionally raised their heads to look at the buildings next to them. They would find that the cornices here were steep and completely different from the buildings of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Even a small family was indescribably magnificent.

"The buildings here look good, right?" Ji Zuo introduced to Wang Ping, "Do you know why?"

"why?"

"Because they are all rare imitation buildings of the Tang Dynasty. I heard that the director went through all the Chinese Tang buildings and cooperated with the Academy of Fine Arts to make such a replica."

Ji walked and talked, Wang Ping listened to him, and then looked at the architecture carefully, and indeed saw a kind of magnificence unique to the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Wang Ping was about to continue walking, but suddenly found that Ji Zuo beside him had stopped.

Ji walked two steps away from Wang Ping, standing under a lantern, his whole body was covered by the lantern, emitting a warm light.

Ji Zuo smiled and said to Wang Ping: "However, I chose this place not because of how beautiful it is."

"What's that for?" Wang Ping didn't have enough brains tonight and was a little dazed.

"Because of……"

Ji Zuo raised his hand, pointed at the walkie-talkie, and yelled to open. The next moment, not far from the end of the street, a diagonal branch to the left suddenly lit up.

Immediately afterwards, the left fork diverged into another fork, and the lights were turned on.

Wang Ping stood at a slightly higher place, looking at the lights everywhere, and finally, it became an orange line in the night, and this line was very familiar to Wang Ping.

"This is it!" Wang Ping turned to look at Ji Zou.

"Yes." Ji Gou nodded, walked towards Wang Ping with a smile, and led him forward, "There is a line here, which is exactly the same as the line we want to follow in our martial arts show."

"So, Ye Minghuai and Xiao Cundeng's flying over the wall, everything, we can complete it here."

Ji walked and said and walked, Wang Ping didn't look at the road, and kicked a hard object. He was about to look down, when Ji Zuo pulled his hand and held down the hard object he kicked.

It is the Wia instrument.

Wang Ping's palm was pressed against the instrument, and the back of his hand was pressed by Ji Zuo. Although the instrument was blown cold by the wind, Wang Ping felt an unbelievable warmth.

Wang Ping turned his head to the side and looked at Ji Zou who was staring at him.

"So don't be afraid, we will overcome all difficulties together." Ji Zun looked at Wang Ping, "In three days, we will surely surprise everyone."

·

"cough."

Before Wang Ping could answer Ji Zuo, he heard a light cough in front of them.

Wang Ping looked up in a panic, and saw a dark and strong man, wearing a thin jacket, condescending, looking at the two with a half-smile.

Ji Zou let go of Wang Ping's hands, straightened his waist, and introduced to Wang Ping calmly: "Brother Wang Ping, let me introduce you. This is Brother Zhang. He is in charge of our Wia practice."

"Hello, Brother Zhang." Wang Ping stretched out his hand to shake Brother Zhang.

"Hello, beauty." Brother Zhang looked at Ji Zou very wittily, and instead of shaking hands, he lit a cigarette, "Don't worry, Wia is born once, familiarized the second time, three days, it's completely in time , have you hanged yourself before?"

"Tried it, but... haven't hung it for months."

"Don't be afraid." Brother Zhang took two puffs of the cigarette and threw it away. He pulled the steel wire over and signaled Wang Ping to hang it up first. "It's getting late tonight. Let's hurry up and help you get your balance back first, shall we?"

Brother Zhang's preparations - or rather, Ji Zuo's preparations are actually very good.

The steel wires were installed with soft pads tied around the armpits and waist and crotch, but even so, when Wang Ping was strangled by the steel wires, the places that should hurt were still painful.

But pain or not is far from the point.

Wang Ping hung the steel wire and said "OK" to Brother Zhang. The machine had just started to operate, and Wang Ping had just been pulled to a floor-high position, so he couldn't bear it.

Wang Ping has a psychological obstacle that he has never overcome.

He is afraid of heights.

On the first floor, Wang Ping could still persist.

Slowly, Wia raised him to the second floor and then the third floor. As he got farther from the ground, Wang Ping became more and more afraid.

Moreover, Wia was stuck between the legs, and there was a pain that would tear the waist and hips apart.

Wang Ping hasn't been on the Wia for too long, and his balance is not as handy as in the past. In the process of raising him, Wang Ping kept dangling, obviously unable to grasp the center of gravity.

"Brother Zhang, will it be too..." Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping swaying, and was about to say something when Brother Zhang raised his hand to stop him.

Zhang Wei let his team continue.

The boom of Wia was still rising, and when it reached the same level as the tallest building in the ancient street, Wang Ping suddenly lost his balance and turned forward.

Although it was only a moment, Wang Ping quickly grasped the balance, but he was still so frightened that he couldn't help but let out a soft sound.

That sound was really soft.

It's just that the sound spread far away in the night sky, and when it reached Ji Zuo's ears, it turned into a heart-piercing sound.

"Put him down." Ji Zuo looked at Zhang Wei with cold eyes.

"Let's put it down now, he will never be able to handle his mental barriers and balance." Zhang Wei smoked a cigarette, glanced at Ji Zou, and thought of something, "Your Wia should be able to hang up, actor?"

"Ah."

"Then you go up too." Zhang Wei directed Ji Zou, "You used to teach him in the air and guide him to use the power here, you know?"

Zhang Wei is not very educated, and he pointed to his stomach, not knowing how to describe it.

"Abdominal core strength." Ji Zuo nodded, "Understood, let's get on the equipment."

"Wait a minute, they're looking for cushions."

The so-called cushions are the padding that Wang Ping put on his armpits and waist and crotch just now. Using the cushions to cover the body and steel wires will make the actor feel better—otherwise, if he hangs them directly on the steel wires, it will hurt a lot.

"No need." Ji Zuo didn't care at all.

Compared to whether he was in pain or not, Ji Zuo was more afraid when Wang Ping hung on it with a pale face.

"Hang me up directly." Ji Zuo said.

"You will die of pain later!" Zhang Wei scolded.

"I don't care." Ji Zuo walked to another vacant steel wire, and glanced indifferently at the staff next to him, "Hurry up, I'm sorry."

After Ji Zuo said so, Zhang Wei could only hang him up.

Ji Dayingdi seemed to be really not afraid of pain, he swayed all the way up, the steel wire pulled his arm, he didn't even frown.

It took almost half of Wang Ping's time, and Ji Zuo had already been hoisted to the same height as Wang Ping.

A few steps away, Ji Zuo looked at Wang Ping's pale and trembling lips, and his heart felt like a knife.

Wang Ping didn't know that Ji was coming.

Since 5 minutes ago, he has closed his eyes—half out of fear, half out of forcing himself to focus and find his body's balance.

Wang Ping felt as if he had been thrown into a bottomless sea.

He couldn't feel the sky above, and couldn't step on the ground below. The only thing supporting him were the two precarious steel wires behind him.

However, the greatest pain in the body was caused by these two steel wires.

Wia was in great pain from hanging, and Wang Ping was really scared.

But what Wang Ping is more afraid of is disappointing Ji Zou's wishes.

Ji went all the way to accompany him here, not because he listened to him.

However, it has really reached its limit.

As time went by, Wang Ping felt that his control over his body was getting worse and worse, and the balance he could barely maintain just now could no longer be maintained.

Wang Ping shook a few times, trying to stand upright again, but this time, Wia didn't do what he wanted.

It was just a very small feeling, and Wang Ping felt that his head fell forward for a moment, and he was about to perform a somersault in the air.

Forget it, come back after flipping through it, it’s still a good guy.

however.

The next moment, Wang Ping's somersault was stopped by a warm embrace, which was very powerful, and tightly shackled Wang Ping in his arms.

There was suddenly a layer of comfort between heaven and earth, and Wang Ping no longer had to be afraid.

Wang Ping opened his eyes and saw Ji Zuo's face without any surprise.

"Ji...Ji Zou..." Wang Ping called softly.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zou hugged Wang Ping tightly, stroking his trembling back, "Are you afraid?"

"No... not afraid..."

Ji Zuo has already helped him enough, if he said he was afraid and dare not, Wang Ping himself would look down on him.

Ji Zuo was dissatisfied with the answer, he hugged Wang Ping a little tighter, and asked in a low voice: "The truth."

The film king's deep voice was like that of a peerless villain, and Wang Ping's already tense nerves were instantly crushed.

Wang Ping pushed his nose up to his face, hugged Ji Zou with his hands and feet, and wailed, "I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I am afraid!!!"

A gentle hand pressed Wang Ping's back, from top to bottom, combing lightly like touching a cat, Ji Zou asked softly, "Are you afraid of heights?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Wang Ping admitted hastily.

"Don't be afraid, now, listen to my request."

Ji Zuo whispered in Wang Ping's ear, as the absolute leader of this space, no matter what he said, Wang Ping would nod in agreement.

Ji walked up Wang Ping's spine, touched his head, and pressed down gently: "Now, lower your head and look at the scenery."

Wang Ping is afraid of heights, and his legs are soft at such a height, so how dare he look at the scenery.

But Ji Zuo said so...

Wang Ping plucked up his courage, opened his eyes and took a look, and was about to close them quickly, but turned the closing into a blink.

Wang Ping looked at their feet.

They were already suspended high, and below their feet, the city full of lanterns became tiny dots of light, like a river of light.

The wind blows, the lantern shakes gently, and the lights flash at the same time, which is too beautiful to behold.

With such a beautiful scenery, Wang Ping was much less afraid.

"You are Ye Minghuai, and I am Xiao Cundeng." Ji Zou pressed Wang Ping's head to look at the scenery, but still hugged him, and whispered softly, "We have escaped now—Jianghu Xiaoyao let me do my own thing, I don't have to die inexplicably , I can achieve my wish."

"Brother." Ji Zuo asked, "Aren't you happy?"

In an instant, Wang Ping's pupils shrank suddenly - a soul named Ye Minghuai flew towards him, and replaced Wang Ping in mid-air - he became the one who just escaped with his junior and was about to leave the mountains and rivers Qashqai.

"I'm happy." Wang Ping said softly.

Wang Ping loosened Ji Zou's legs, and Ji Zou didn't press his head, but put his hands on his shoulders, and separated the distance between the two of them a little.

"Use the core strength of your abdomen." Ji Zuo stared into Wang Ping's eyes with firm eyes, "You have very beautiful abdominal muscles, I have seen it, I know, you can control this machine."

As Ji Zou said, he withdrew from Wang Ping's shoulder finger by finger.

"I let go, Brother Wang Ping."

Wang Ping nodded. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, his arms spread out, like Ye Ming holding a sword in his arms, flying in the long night.

"Junior Brother." Wang Ping shouted at Ji Zou in front of him, "Wait for me!"

"Wiya move forward." Zhang Wei immediately commanded, "If he can maintain his balance, this level will be passed!"

Not only did Wang Ping maintain his balance, but as Wia was moving forward, he even thought of a little bit of martial arts design, so he flopped a few times, and he flopped beautifully.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled: "Very good, Wang Ping is doing pretty well, and he is making rapid progress."

Ji Zuo didn't have time to think about progress or not. He was still in the air, watching Wang Ping, who was wearing a pure white sportswear, fly forward from the best angle of view.

The steel wire is hidden by the night, and Wang Ping walks on the wind, just like Feng Xu riding the wind, which is too beautiful to behold.

·

Wang Ping was slowly lowered to the ground after flying 20 meters flat.

Ji Zuo and Wang Ping landed almost at the same time. Wang Ping took off his Wia equipment, walked up to Ji Zuo quickly, and said happily to him: "Student, have you seen it? I'm not afraid anymore!"

"I saw it." Ji Zuo's arm hurt, but he was good at acting, so he got off the wire equipment as usual, and walked to Wang Ping, "Brother Wang Ping, your wire hangs very well."

"If you hang it well, then go up again." Zhang Wei said while smoking a cigarette in the distance, "This time I will use the machine to drag you to fly a little farther. If it succeeds, then the problem will not be serious."

Wang Ping listened to the coach very much. Although he was in pain, he returned to the equipment immediately.

The equipment dragged Wang Ping into the air again, and the car drove Wang Ping forward for nearly 30 meters. Wang Ping's body balance has remained excellent.

After this round, it's over.

Because it was too late, Ji Zuo took Wang Ping back after Wang Ping had practiced the basic balance.

Came early the next day, Zhang Wei was already waiting on the long street.

"Yesterday Ping flew, and today I will let the machine hang you up and down, left and right." Zhang Wei said to Wang Ping, "Wait until the movement looks good, and then practice your movements."

Wang Ping nodded solemnly: "Okay."

"Don't be in a hurry." Zhang Wei exhaled the smoke ring, "This task is quite heavy. I used to take two days to complete it at the fastest speed. Can you do it?"

Wang Ping didn't speak. At the first moment, he turned his head subconsciously and looked at Ji Zou who was standing not far away.

Ji Zou was wearing a black sportswear, with elegant green mountains behind him. Seeing Wang Ping turn his head, Ji Zou smiled and gave him a cheering gesture.

Wang Ping turned his head and looked at Zhang Wei with an indescribably firm gaze.

"It can definitely be done." Wang Ping resolutely said.

He will definitely do it, and he will definitely live up to the equipment that Ji Zuo took a lot of trouble to find for him.

Surely I will live up to it...sacrificing my vacation to accompany Ji Zuo who is practicing here.

Zhang Wei looked at Wang Ping, then at Ji Zou, he smoked his cigarette and threw it under his feet, crushed it and extinguished it, and smiled angrily: "Okay, then I won't show mercy, let's get on the equipment, little boy." elder brother."

Zhang Wei has always kept his word, and if he said he would not show mercy, he would not show mercy—the content of two days was compressed into one day, practicing Wang Ping to death.

But Wang Ping's words mean more than Zhang Wei.

No matter how difficult Zhang Wei gave him, Wang Ping strictly followed the instructions. Zhang Wei thought it was all right several times, but Wang Ping still asked to do it again.

When the sky was dark in the evening after practicing this day, Wang Ping was able to easily cooperate with the Wia equipment, being hung up and down by the steel wire, and running on the roof—even if Ye Minghuai was here, he would not run faster than Wang. Flat is better.

"I'm convinced." When Zhang Wei put Wang Ping down from the device, he gave him a thumbs up, "You are really awesome."

Wang Ping couldn't say a word, and smiled at Zhang Wei with a pale face, and the legs that were taken out of the Wia equipment kept shaking.

The place on Wang Ping's body where he had been hung for a whole day was painful, but because he had been running and jumping all day, Wang Ping was exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to grin his teeth in pain.

Wang Ping tried to take a step forward, but just got off the Wia machine, without external assistance, he was even a little unsteady, and leaned to the side.

Wang Ping knew that he was going to fall, so he could only quickly squat down for a while, trying to avoid the weak point, so that the fall would not be so severe.

However, the next moment, Wang Ping touched a body that was much softer than the floor.

Wang Ping opened his eyes and saw that it was Ji Zuo as expected, then he closed his eyes.

Ji Zou's arms are very firm and very reliable; and when Ji Zou hugged Wang Ping, he cleverly avoided the places on his body that would hurt, making Wang Ping very comfortable.

Wang Ping had already added Ji Zou to his trust list, and exposed his fragility without hesitation, relying on him with peace of mind, and resting with his eyes closed.

The setting sun slanted and shone on the two of them. Wang Ping closed his eyes, his left hand was held in the palm of Ji Zuo, and he leaned on Ji Zuo's shoulder, panting slightly.

Ji Zuo didn't speak, his distressed eyes rested on Wang Ping's sweaty temples.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Ping finally felt relieved, and when he opened his eyes, his bright eyes recovered a little.

"Ji Zou." Wang Ping grabbed Ji Zou's fingertips slightly, stood up from him, and stared at Ji Zou with his eyes that had just recovered, "I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

Ji Zuo's heart seemed to be pounded by something, and he pulled Wang Ping into his arms, half hugging and half supporting him like before.

"Of course not." Ji Zuo looked at Wang Ping seriously, "Brother Wang Ping, let's go home."

·

Wang Ping is a typical person who forgets to eat but not to play. After getting in the car and resting for a while, he felt better, and then clamored to ask Ji to go out to eat Chongqing hot pot.

Regardless of hot pot or cold pot, Ji Zou ignored him, drove directly back to the dormitory building, and stuffed Wang Ping into the room; he left after saying that you should take a shower first, and he will come to you with takeaway later.

Ji Zuo really couldn't stay in Wang Ping's room for long.

Ji Zuo was afraid that if he stayed for a long time, if he didn't come out to catch his breath, he would remove the wire equipment overnight, and put Wang Ping in the dormitory building to rest tomorrow.

But Ji Zuo also knew that this would not work.

Because working hard until you can't stand still is what Wang Ping wants.

As long as Wang Ping wants it, Ji Zuo will try his best to put away his distress and be proud of him.

Ji went to sit on the edge of the bed for a while, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and settled it easily - he will go to Wang Ping's room later, and there are some things that need to be prepared in advance.

Ji Zou came out of the bathroom, picked up his phone, and there was a WeChat message from Wang Ping.

Ping: [The door is not closed, you can just come in later. 】

Ping: [I really don't want to get up from the bed, let me stick to the bed! ! 】

The security of the dormitory building is quite strict, and nothing will happen if the Wang Ping gate is open.

Ji walked back to a good past, and was about to say a few more words when Tang Jialin, carrying two bags, knocked on Ji Zou's door.

"Boss, I have bought everything you asked for." Tang Jialin held up his two pockets, "I looked at the maocai and cooked it, no mushrooms or chicken."

"Okay." Ji Zuo took the maocai and put it aside, then reached out to Tang Jialin for a bag of medicine, "Let me see the medicine."

Ji Zuo opened his pocket and checked that the medicines were the ones he asked Tang Jialin to buy. After counting, he waved his hand: "Go back and rest, there is nothing left for you."

Tang Jialin was happy to be at leisure, so he left quickly.

Ji Zuo picked up the maocai and medicine, walked through the corridor, and opened Wang Ping's room.

When Ji walked in, Wang Ping was leaning on a pile of pillows and reading the script. His left hand was the script, and his right hand was a series of diagrams drawn by Wu Zhi. Wang Ping was holding a pen and carefully wrote many notes.

Ji Zou's footsteps were very light, Wang Ping didn't hear the sound, but he had already smelled it. He raised his head in surprise and looked at the big box that Ji Zou brought in.

"It's a fake dish!!!" Wang Ping quickly sorted out his script and put it aside with Tuka, sat up and stretched out his hands to Ji Zou, "Ji Zou! You are really a big good person!"

... big good guy?

Looking at Wang Ping's bright eyes, Ji Zu couldn't help laughing.

Brother Wang Ping is really easy to understand.

It's sincere to want to invite myself to dinner, but it's also sincere that he wants to eat hot pot-flavored food when he's hungry.

He did what he liked, and Ji Zuo didn't miss it.

Ji Zuo moved the stool to sit beside Wang Ping's bed, and put the maocai out of Wang Ping's reach.

Wang Ping looked anxiously at Maocai who was pushing away, then raised his eyes again, and gave Ji Zou an unhappy look.

"Want to eat?" Ji Zuo asked slowly.

"Yeah." Wang Ping, who was not happy just now, quickly recovered, and nodded with bright eyes.

"I'll give you food if you answer the question honestly, promise?"

"Agreed!" Wang Ping immediately said, "If you ask, I will tell you everything I know, and I will talk endlessly!"

"Why don't you want to get up?" Ji Zuo said, "Your body hurts?"

Wang Ping: "..."

It's really hard, but these are the basic skills of being an actor, Wang Ping doesn't want to make himself look so hypocritical.

"It doesn't hurt." Wang Ping said nonsense, "It's okay."

"Are you sure?" Ji Zuo moved the maocai away, and asked softly, "Aren't you telling the truth with me?"

"..."

Wang Ping didn't know whether it was the matter of Maocaiyuan that broke his inner defense, or Ji Zuo's words broke his inner defense.

Wang Ping's eyelashes were drooping, and he sat on the bed with his head down for a while, before he said softly: "It hurts..."

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but once it starts, Wang Ping will get used to it with ease.

Wang Ping lay down on the pillow, no need for strong and forbearing characters, stretched his waist like a pampered cat, and acted fiercely: "I hurt! It's uncomfortable! My junior still bullies me, I don't forgive him!"

Ji Zuo couldn't help laughing as he watched him slapstick.

After Wang Ping finished spitting, Ji Zou pretended to be obedient, and asked, "Your junior said he was wrong, so ask him how senior can forgive him."

Wang Ping pretended to think about it, and said seriously: "At this time, if there is a kind student who can deliver maocai to my mouth."

"Maybe I'll forgive him."

Ji Zou slightly raised his eyebrows - this is not a requirement, but a benefit.

Ji Zuo took the maocai and opened the lid, and gave Wang Ping some vegetables to eat.

Wang Ping took the moral high ground by relying on the nonsense just now, and he was merciless when he called Ji Zuo.

"I want hairy belly." Wang Ping stared at Ji Zou's hand, "Don't want Chiba hairy belly, but thin slices."

"Okay, I'll find it for you."

Ji Zuo's temper is surprisingly good. According to Wang Ping's request, he carefully searched for food and fed him. Wang Ping didn't need to move his hands, just opened his mouth.

The more Wang Ping ate, the more fun he felt—when did he get this kind of treatment? !

Even when he was very young, there was no good thing like feeding delicious food to his mouth.

Wang Ping was fed so much that he felt like he was in high spirits. He felt that his waist was no longer sore and his legs were no longer hurting. Any serious grievances were chewed and eaten.

"What else to eat?" Ji Zou asked while holding up his chopsticks.

"Don't eat." Wang Ping touched his stomach, "I'm full."

"That's fine." Ji Zuo put down the chopsticks stained with red oil, shook open another pocket, took out the medicine and mineral water, and put them on Wang Ping's bed, "Three for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, take after meals."

Wang Ping: "..."

Wang Ping was afraid of suffering first, injections and infusions, and medicine—and!

Wang Ping looked down at the medicine box. This medicine is still a Chinese patent medicine, which promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis. It is not sugar-coated, and it is extremely bitter! !

"Student..." Wang Ping smiled awkwardly, trying to push the medicine box away, "I think so, I'm fine, I don't need to take medicine."

"Then the senior just said that he was in pain." Ji Zuo smiled, and pushed the medicine box back to him, "You still let me feed him - are you lying to me?"

Wang Ping: "..."

Feelings are waiting for me here! ! ! !

Wang Ping insisted on pushing the medicine away, and put it another way: "I have a trauma, and taking medicine is useless, just rub some medicine."

"There's also some medicine for rubbing." Ji Zuo smiled kindly, and leaned against the side of the medicine box to prevent Wang Ping from pushing it, "Take the medicine first, and then I'll give it to you."

Wang Ping: "..."

Come prepared!It's just cheating me to take medicine!

However, although……

Ji Zou was also doing it for his own good - if it wasn't for his own good, how could he be renting a small town and giving away fake vegetables and medicines.

I have never met a friend who treats me better than Ji Zuo.

If he refused again, Wang Ping himself felt embarrassed.

Not just taking medicine!

Wang Ping glanced at Ji Zou as if he was dead, opened the medicine box, and took out three according to the reminder of "take three pills" in his ear, held his breath, threw the medicine first, and then poured water.

Gulp, gulp, the medicine went down, only a faint bitter taste lingered in the throat.

"Okay!" Wang Ping narrowly escaped death, and stretched his hand in the direction of Ji Zuo, "Give me the medicine you rubbed."

Ji Zuo had prepared it a long time ago, took out the medicated oil from the plastic bag, and handed it to Wang Ping.

Ji Zuo knew that it was a bit strange to hide out at this time, after giving the medicinal oil, he lowered his head and turned over the leftover maocai that Wang Ping ate, and he was dignified and upright.

Ji Zou knew that no evil was seen, but Wang Ping didn't know what avoiding suspicion was.

Wang Ping lifted his clothes off, and just about to apply the medicine, it hurt when he stretched out his hand to pull it, so he quickly threw the medicine oil into Ji Zou's arms.

"I can't reach it from behind." Wang Ping thought of an excellent reason, "You can wipe it off for me."

Ji Zou: "..."

Some little white rabbits really don't want to be eaten by the big bad wolf, so they think that the big bad wolf is a vegetarian.

Ji Zuo put the chopsticks in his hand heavily on the maocai bowl, just about to teach Wang Ping what is meant by "don't talk nonsense", when he looked up while holding the medicinal oil, he saw a bruise on Wang Ping's back.

They were all rubbed out by steel wire.

I don't know how nervous this Wang in front of me is, it's all like this, and I still have to ask before saying that I am in pain.

The desire in Ji Zuo's heart was replaced by distress, he sighed, and opened the bottle of medicinal oil.

"Lie down, I'll apply medicine to you." Ji Zuo said.

Wang Ping got his wish, and quickly lay down on the pile of pillows, letting Ji take the medicine.

Ji Zuo wiped from the top down, not daring to rub, and his movements were very light.

Ji Zuo went all the way skillfully, until Wang Ping's waist, Ji Zuo's fingers stopped for a moment.

The waistline...is very thin.

No matter how thin it is, you can't touch it randomly.

"Student, why don't you paint it?"

……you guess?

Ji Zuo took a deep breath, exhaled again, and finally closed his eyes; dipped his fingertips in the medicated oil, imagining that it was not a special part, and wiped it randomly.

As soon as he applied the medicine on his fingers, Wang Ping made a "quack quack" sound.

The first two sounds were crisp, and the last sound was dull, obviously poured into the pillow.

Wang Ping quacked three times, couldn't help raising his head, and laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha, junior!!! It's itchy!!!"

Ji Zou: "..."

Ji Zun opened his eyes and stared at Wang Ping. After a long time, Ji Zun sighed: "You are an idiot."

Wang Ping: "?!"

Wang Ping: "Why are you swearing???"

No swearing, it's the truth—Ji Zuo really doubts that Brother Wang Ping is the kind of person who is sold out and has to pay the other party a hundred yuan to match the "quack quack" laughter.

Ji Zou hastily painted his waist, then tore off Wang Ping's clothes to cover it, out of sight and out of mind.

Ji Zuo twisted the lid, and said to Wang Ping: "If you need to apply medicine in the future, you can call me on WeChat or phone, and don't let others help you."

"Why?" Wang Ping yawned and asked lazily.

"Because their skills are not good." Ji Zuo said indifferently.

"Then the teammates are not good?" Wang Ping argued with Ji Zou, "Nurses are not good? Doctors are not good?"

Ji Zou: "..."

Ji Zuo put the medicinal oil on Wang Ping's bedside, stood up, and looked down at the ETC elite: "I'm leaving."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong." Wang Ping immediately apologized as Ji Zuo wished, "I will always look for you in the future, why not?"

That's more or less.

Just as Ji Zuo was about to sit down, he saw Wang Ping turned over at some point, staring into his own eyes with a little panic.

Wang Ping looked down, saw Ji Zuo's clothes corner all the way, stretched out his hand and grabbed it firmly, raised his head, and looked pitifully: "Don't go, stay with me for a while...can't you do it?"

·

Ji Zuo's preparations in the bathroom just now were really very prescient, and it really requires physical conditions to stay calm.

Wang Ping might be really uncomfortable, so he had to stick to Ji Zou. After a while, his eyelids were fighting and he lay on the bed, looking at Ji Zou's chopsticks from time to time to make sure he was there.

Ji Zuo ate something and went over to help him press his shoulders. At first Wang Ping was still talking to him, but gradually, Wang Ping's voice disappeared. Ji Zuo pressed his fingers firmly, but he fell asleep soundly.

One can imagine how tired I am today.

Ji Zuo massaged until he felt the same, then quietly let go, packed up his things and threw them away, took another shower in his room, and then quietly came back.

Wang Ping still maintained the sleeping position before Ji Zou left.

Ji lost his smile, walked to Wang Ping's bed, pulled the quilt for him, and then sat on the edge of his bed, staring back at Wang Ping in a daze.

If Ji Zuo remembers correctly, such a scene happened once in Northeast China, and at that time...

Wang Ping's bedside lamp is orange, warm and cozy. It casts a shadow on the side of Wang Ping's straight nose and casts a shadow on the pillow.

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping for a while, hooked his lower body, and moved his lips to Wang Ping's forehead. When he was one centimeter away from the forehead, Ji Zou suddenly stopped.

Last time, Ji Zuo kissed the forehead.

This time, Ji walked down a few inches, and his lips touched Wang Ping's nose lightly.

"The medicine money." Ji walked close to Wang Ping's cheek and said, "This way... it will be settled."

Wang Ping didn't know if he felt something in his sleep, so he muttered softly, but finally moved his head towards Ji Zuo.

Ji Zuo can't help but laugh.

Just Wang Ping's face was enough for Ji Zuo to admire for several hours. He sat down almost until dawn before returning to the sofa in Wang Ping's room, closed his eyes, and rested for a while.

The next morning, Wang Ping woke up, rubbed his eyes to wash his face, passed by the sofa, and saw Ji Zuo who was sleeping soundly.

"Ji Zou..." Wang Ping rubbed his hair, knelt down and patted him, "Ji Zou wake up."

Ji Zuo didn't sleep well at first, but he waited for a while before slowly opening his eyes: "Brother Wang Ping?"

"Why are you sleeping here?" Wang Ping squatted beside Wang Ping and asked.

"Didn't Brother Wang Ping tell me to stay?" Ji Zuo sat up from the sofa, as if he didn't sleep well last night, his eyes were a little red, and there was a faint blue circle around his eyes.

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zuo and rubbed his eyes with dark circles, and said to himself with a smile, "I'm afraid you won't see me when you wake up, it's because I didn't keep my promise."

A ray of light pierced through the clouds, came in through the undrawn curtains, and rushed into Wang Ping's sight.

Wang Ping was in a state of turmoil, and the irritability of changing clothes in the bathroom that day came back again.

"Ah!!" Wang Ping rubbed his head, stood up from the ground, and walked to the bathroom in a panic, "Then I... I'll treat you to breakfast! Thank you!"

·

In the end, Wang Ping bought a whole bunch of breakfast for Ji Zuo, which was called an apology, but in fact—Wang Ping didn't know what it was actually for.

This feeling of irritability lasted until Ji Zuo took him to the long street, and it was diluted by today's task.

Yesterday Wang Ping was able to cooperate freely with Wia, so today's task is very simple. The two people and the Wia machine have to go through the moving lines of the Wia play several times to see what is not suitable, and then adjust.

Walking the line is much more tiring than special exercises. Two people have to pay attention to flying over the eaves and walls, doing martial arts moves, as well as lines and emotions.

The effect of the first two times was terrible, and it gradually got better after the third time.

A long moving line was pulled six times in total, and the last time it reached the finish line, Wang Ping and Ji Zuo soaked their sportswear with sweat. The two took off their wire suits and dumped them on the spot into the haystack left by the previous crew. .

Spreading his hands and feet, Wang Ping stared at the sky - today's sky is clear and transparent, cloudless and very beautiful.

Looking at such a beautiful sky, Wang Ping recovered after a while.

As soon as Wang Ping recovered, he realized that his fingers seemed to be sticking to a person next to him.

Ji Daying closed his eyes, not sure if it was lack of sleep or tiredness.

Starting from his heart, Wang Pingji quietly crawled over with his fingers.

A second later, Wang Ping's fingers accurately clasped Ji Zuo's waist, and he scratched it with ease.

Ji Zuo opened his eyes suddenly, and fled to the side: "Brother Wang Ping, don't—!"

"Hey hey." Wang Ping became even more excited when he saw Ji Zou hiding. He got up from the hay and rushed towards Ji Zou, "You are ticklish!"

Wang Ping almost threw himself on Ji Wen and scratched him