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The scene was very embarrassing for a while.

The house was brightly lit, and Ji Zuo stood at the door with only a bath towel on his body.

Wang Ping didn't know what "see no evil" meant. After he said he wanted to stay, he looked at Ji Zuo from top to bottom.

Then, he looked back from his feet to his neck.

The two of them lived on the entire floor, and it was silent at this moment; the faucet in the bathroom near the door was not turned off properly, and the sound of dripping water could be clearly heard.

Ji Zuo had eight-pack abs, and he was in good shape. Wang Ping was delighted. When leaning against the wall, his state changed from soft and weak to sluggish.

Wang Ping whistled and praised: "Wow, brother, you are dressed so cool."

Ji Zou: "..."

Wang Ping didn't know how to accept it as soon as he saw it, and acted like a big hooligan: "Do you want to compare the size?"

Ji Zou's palm on his waist suddenly retracted - the person in front of him is sick, and the reason for the illness may be himself, so he can't do anything to him at this time.

Ji Zuo took a deep breath, turned and went back to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Wang Ping teased him.

"I'll change!" Ji Zuo slammed the door shut.

Wang Ping hugged the pillow and laughed wildly—interesting, really interesting!

Reminiscing about Ji Zuo's red ears before he ran into the bathroom, Wang Ping laughed and walked into the heated room with his pillow in his arms.

"I'm coming in." Wang Ping yelled into the bathroom, and threw himself on Ji Zuo's bed.

Ji Zuo has no time to talk to him.

At this time, Ji Zou was busy changing his pajamas. He had just put on his pajamas when he heard someone roll onto his bed outside with a "boom".

Listening to the movement, it seemed to be rolling on the bed.

How could there be people like Brother Wang Ping in this world? !

Don't forget to toss when you are sick? !

Ji Zuo sighed, turned on the faucet, took a glass of tap water and poured it down, then stretched out his hand to fasten the bag of his nightgown, and opened the bathroom door.

Ji went to his bed, and stretched his neck and wrists by the way—today, someone will definitely learn a lesson.

Really are.

If the little white rabbit is not chewed by the big bad wolf, it will not know what breed it is.

Ji Zou thought as he walked, just as he was about to ask the teacher for his crimes, he suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

Ji Zuo looked at Wang Ping on the bed.

Wang Ping, who was full of energy just now, fell on the bed, tightly hugging the pillow he brought, closed his eyes tightly, and shrunk into a small ball.

Wang Ping's pajamas were open, his neck was red, his hair was lying limply on the pillow, his mouth was unconsciously opened for breathing, and his brows were furrowed—obviously he was very ill.

Ji Zuo's heart tightened instantly.

Wang Ping was sick because he was wrong in the first place. He was in a bad mood yesterday, so he didn't care about him. He played basketball with his clothes open to the wind.

Ji Zuo turned his head, took out the medicine he took before meals and took it in his hand, then picked up the watermark thermometer and mineral water, walked over, and sat next to Wang Ping.

"Brother." Ji Zuo showed the colorful pills in front of Wang Ping's eyes, "I'm taking the medicine—these medicines should be taken before meals."

Wang Ping didn't like to take medicine because he was afraid of suffering. Ji Zuo thought that he would have to spend some time persuading Wang Ping, but Wang Ping just opened his eyes and looked at the pills in Ji Zuo's hand. His hand rolled the medicine in with his tongue.

The wet tongue licked Ji Zuo's palm, Wang Ping sat up, not realizing what he had just done: "Water?"

Ji Zuo reacted, quickly opened the mineral water in his hand, and fed it to Wang Ping's mouth.

Wang Ping drank water and took medicine with his hands. After eating, he obediently took the mercury thermometer and put it in his mouth.

Wrapping Wang Ping in the pure white quilt, Wang Ping's eyes were dazed, like a well-behaved sick puppet cat.

Ji Zou felt uncomfortable seeing him in illness. He didn't want to let himself be idle, so he stood up and sorted out the pills, and then sent Tang Jialin a WeChat message.

"Brother Wang Ping." After Ji Zuo sent the WeChat message, he turned around and said, "I'll go to Tang Jialin's to bring the meal up."

Five minutes later, Wang Ping took the thermometer out of his mouth and held it in his hand.

"Ji Zou." Wang Ping shouted, "Come here."

"Look at the temperature." Ji Zou walked over quickly, just about to take the thermometer in Wang Ping's hand, but Wang Ping raised the thermometer and put it aside.

"Sit." Wang Ping patted himself on the side.

Ji Zuo didn't know what he was going to do, but he sat down obediently.

Seeing him sitting down, Wang Ping stared at Ji Zou, smiled weakly, and asked softly, "Are you... very guilty?"

Ji Zuo didn't speak, but lowered his head slightly.

"You think it's your fault that I'm sick?"

Wang Ping's voice was hoarse, but what he said hit Ji Zuo's heart directly, and Ji Zuo lowered his head a little more, pulling the bed sheet with his fingers.

Like a kid who has done something wrong and is overwhelmed.

"Hmph." The next moment, Ji Zuo heard Wang Ping say, "I also think it's your fault."

...?

Ji Zuo originally thought that Wang Ping would say something like "it's not your fault" and "it's okay", but this script was completely different from what he thought, and Ji Zuo couldn't help but raise his lowered head.

Wang Ping was fiddling with the thermometer he had held in his mouth, and when Ji Zuo looked up, he immediately looked at him too.

"So you have to take good care of me and meet all my reasonable and unreasonable demands." Wang Ping threw the thermometer to Ji Zuo, "It's worth the merit, you know?"

There was a smile in Wang Ping's eyes, watching him, Ji Zuo felt that the stone in his heart suddenly loosened.

It's like, even though I made a mistake, I know how to make up for it, so I don't panic.

Ji Zuo took the thermometer and smiled at Wang Ping: "Yes, I know."

"Brother Ji Zou." Wang Ping sighed, stretched out his hand, and stroked the hair on his head, "Don't think too much, isn't it okay to be like a child?"

After saying this, Wang Ping burrowed into the quilt in a very unclean manner, and waved at Ji Zou: "Ai Qing is free from courtesy, go get me dinner."

·

Ji went to fetch dinner for Wang Ping and came back. Tang Jialin cooked the rice porridge for more than an hour, which was sweet and delicious; however, Wang Ping had a fever and had no appetite at all.

Fortunately, the doctor prescribed glucose. Ji Zuo liquefied the glucose and served it to Wang Ping—this Wang Ping could still accept it. He leaned against the pillow and held the glass of water, obediently drinking it.

After drinking the water and taking the medicine, Wang Ping lay down and fell asleep; but the fever kept coming and going, and Wang Ping woke up from time to time.

At one o'clock in the evening, Wang Ping woke up, opened his eyes and looked at the pale ceiling, feeling as if he had been abandoned in some strange place, and his whole body kept sinking.

"Are you uncomfortable?" A familiar and gentle male voice brought Wang Ping up, and the pale ceiling was replaced by a handsome face, "Would you like some water?"

Ji Zuo threw aside the novel he had read for several hours and only read half a page, and just stood up to give Wang Ping a hand, when his sleeve was gently tugged.

"Ji Zou." Wang Ping's lips were dry, and he pulled Ji Zou's sleeve, not letting him go, "Actually, I was talking nonsense..."

Ji Zou paused, sat down beside the bed,

"I'm afraid you...will feel guilty." Wang Ping tugged on Ji Zuo's sleeve, leaning on the pillow with weak eyes, "But I... really didn't blame you."

In fact, Wang Ping had already handled this topic perfectly enough a few hours ago, so there was no need to bring it up and talk about it again.

If it wasn't for Wang Ping's fever and dizziness, he wouldn't know what he was talking about, so he wouldn't be in a bad position.

"I came here not to ask you to do something..." Wang Ping said softly to Ji Zuo, apologetic in his voice, "I came to you because I was afraid..."

"Don't be afraid." Ji Zu stretched out the sleeve that Wang Ping wasn't holding, and touched his hot forehead, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Ji Zuo's hands were cold, and Wang Ping felt very comfortable. Like a cat that only needs its owner to pet more, he took the initiative to move closer.

"You don't know." Wang Ping panted lightly, picked up something and said something, "When I was young, I often stayed in the hospital alone, and I fell ill every weekend. At night...the hospital is very quiet."

Ji Zuo frowned slightly.

"Later, later..." Wang Ping seemed to be recalling something, "Later, my parents named me Wang Ping, hoping that I would be ordinary, but safe..."

"and then?"

"Then...maybe choosing a name really has an effect." Wang Ping smiled weakly, "It might also be that junior high school sent me to study in the county town, where the air is good—I'll be fine..."

It's really good, the second year of high school can protect others, and go out to fight with bags.

Ji Zuo couldn't help but laugh, and when he laughed, he felt his heart throbbing.

What Wang Ping said was like the lost pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Ji Zuo finally understood why Wang Ping's parents, one of the top businessmen in Rongcheng, would throw their son to a middle school in a county town whose teaching quality is not high.

Brother Wang Ping... still has such a past.

"But every time I get sick, I will...remember...when I was a child and was hospitalized..." Wang Ping couldn't help muttering, his eyes didn't know where to look, and he lost focus, as if he was recalling the past.

Wang Ping hated the hospital at night.

At that time, Wang Ping lived in a single room, and there were only two situations at night. One was when everyone was asleep and the silence was terribly silent; The instrument rolled in the iron box, making a loud noise.

but……

It's still different now.

Wang Ping felt that the temperature of the hand attached to his forehead just relieved the scorching heat that woke him up just now. His hand holding Ji Zuo's sleeve gradually relaxed, his chin sank into the soft quilt, and he fell asleep again.

The second missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle was also put together, and Ji Zuo recalled the last time Wang Ping hanged Wia and asked him not to leave, and came to look for him today with a pillow in his arms.

No wonder they cling to people when they are sick.

"Don't be afraid." Ji Zuo gently stroked Wang Ping's forehead, pushed his sweaty bangs away, "I will accompany you wherever you go in the future."

After doing these actions, Ji Zuo felt that his palm was a little warm, Wang Ping closed his eyes, and his eyebrows were not as wide as before.

Ji Zuo stood up, quickly went to get an ice pack and held it in his hands.

Ji Zuo was good at putting his hand on Wang Ping's forehead. When his hand was not cold, he switched to the other hand and squeezed the ice pack alternately.

While cooling down Wang Ping, Ji Zou looked down at Wang Ping who was lying down; under the light, Wang Ping's feverish nose was red, his lips were slightly parted, his collarbone was thin and thin, and he looked very fragile.

Ji Zou looked at it for a while, then lowered his head, parted his lips, and pressed against Wang Ping's slightly parted lips.

Ji Zuo licked carefully, and kissed devoutly and earnestly, without the slightest glamorous color.

After a while, the lips parted.

Ji Zuo sat up, changed his hand, placed Wang Ping's forehead, and rubbed his forehead.

"You can infect me with the disease." Ji Zuo said in a low voice, "I'll be sick for you, okay?"

·

In the end, I don't know if it was because Ji Zou kissed Wang Ping, or because Ji Zou pinched the ice pack overnight to help Wang Ping reduce his fever. All in all, Wang Ping's condition did improve a lot the next day.

The high fever subsided and turned into a low fever.

The fever was not so severe, and Wang Ping felt much better.

In short—the wind stopped, the sky cleared up, and Wang Ping could do it again!

Wang Ping woke up in the morning, took a towel and mouthwash from Ji Zou and tidied himself up a bit, then leaned against the pillow, played with his phone for a while, and looked up at Ji Zou.

Ji Zuo was watched by him several times, and he was terrified.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zou sighed, "Just say what you want."

Wang Ping hesitated for a moment, and asked in a deliberative tone: "Your Excellency, we agreed last night that you should pay off your merits and pay off your crimes. At present, does this project still exist?"

Although Wang Ping was in a daze from the fever, he still remembered what he said to Ji Zuo in the middle of the night, so he became less confident about the matter of "making merit and crime".

Ji Zuo looked at him, couldn't help laughing, and asked, "What do you want?"

"Cough...I want to read the script." After Wang Ping finished speaking, he immediately added, "Just read yours."

"it is good."

Ji walked up, fetched the script, sat down beside Wang Ping's bed, opened the script, and held it up in front of him: "Have it ready, shall I read it for you?"

"I might want to watch it for a while." Wang Ping touched his conscience, and decided not to torment his junior so much, "But... I don't want to hold it by myself, and I don't want you to hold it."

This requirement is more difficult than Ji Zuo directly doing it for him.

For another person, I would probably scold you whether you like to read it or not, throw away the script and leave.

But Ji Zuo just smiled, closed the script and put it on the bedside table.

"Then wait for me."

After Ji Zuo finished speaking, he opened the door and went out. After a while, he came back with a small table and an iron shelf.

The small table is the kind used on the bed. Ji Zuo sprayed it with alcohol and wiped it down before putting it on Wang Ping's bed. Then he opened the iron shelf and put the book on it.

"Where did you get it?" Wang Ping looked at the script in front of him and couldn't help but marvel - Doraemon, is Ji Zou Doraemon?

"Tang Jialin Kaihei's small table." Ji Zuo explained, "I have requisitioned it."

While talking, Ji Zou took out from his pocket the Kobayashi Pharmaceutical Ice Sticker that he had touched from Tang Jialin just now, tore off the outer packaging, and stuck it on Wang Ping's forehead.

Ji Zou smoothed the wrinkles of the ice stickers with his hands, and when he got up, his voice was gentle: "If you have any requests, just call me."

"Oh."

Kobayashi Pharmaceutical's ice patch is powerful, Wang Ping reached out and touched the outside of the ice patch—it was very strange, why did he still feel dizzy after putting on the ice patch?

Wang Ping stared at the ice stickers for a while, and finally remembered the script in front of him. Wang Ping flipped through the script, skipped to read his lines, read it for a while, and reached out to touch the water next to him to drink.

The water was lukewarm boiled water. After Wang Ping drank it, he found it tasteless.

Wang Ping raised his head, just about to look for Ji Zou, but saw Ji Zou sitting at the end of the bed, looking at himself without doing anything.

"I..." Wang Ping shook the water glass, "I want to eat fruit."

"Okay." Ji Zuo agreed, "What exactly do you want to eat, or can I decide?"

"Specifically..." Wang Ping lowered his eyelashes, "...want to eat watermelon."

Wang Ping also knew that he was a little too much.

After all, this is Sichuan in January, and the melons have not even been thrown into the ground, so it is too unreasonable to ask Ji to go find the watermelons.

Wang Ping is ready for Ji Zuo to refuse.

But Ji Zuo didn't say anything, nodded and stood up from the end of the bed, put on his clothes, and took his wallet.

"Hey, and..." Wang Ping called to stop Ji walking out the moment before he walked out.

Ji walked back and looked at Wang Ping gently.

Wang Ping cautiously stretched out his probing jio, spreading his wings on the edge of Ji Zuo's impatience and impatience.

"Can I eat that kind?" Wang Ping asked, "Watermelons dug into small balls."

"Yes." Ji Zou nodded, "Do you want to eat anything else?"

...Aren't you angry? !

Wang Ping felt a little indescribably excited. He didn't know if it was because Ji Zuo was about to buy watermelons, or because the watermelons were about to be dug into small balls.

"No more." Wang Ping waved his hand at Ji Zuo, "It's okay without the little ball...you should come back soon."

·

In the end, Wang Ping got his wish and ate his small ball watermelon.

Ji Zou bought watermelon and ice cream scoops from the catering department, not only made small balls, but also carved some rabbits and pandas with a carving knife, and put them at Wang Ping's hand.

Wang Ping ate watermelon while reading the script, and when he was tired, he curled up under the quilt to sleep, and the dove occupied the magpie's nest very thoroughly.

Wang Ping woke up from an early afternoon nap, and finally progressed to the point where he was hungry. This person was too lazy to show his style and level, lying on the bed, without opening his eyes, and directly called out to his family to pay for the crime.

"Ji go!"

Wang Ping called out, but no one paid any attention to him.

"... Ji Zou?"

Wang Ping opened his eyes suddenly, and quickly looked around the room——

The small table board that was still on the bed before going to bed was removed and neatly placed beside the sofa. The room was empty and the lights were turned off. Ji Zuo didn't know where he went.

... It's over.It must be delayed anger, don't let yourself go.

Wang Ping was flustered, and he sat up from the bed in an instant, lifted the quilt, and was just about to go out to find Ji Zuo when he heard a knock at the door.

Ji Zuo came in with a big cardboard box in his hands, and saw Wang Ping throwing off the quilt, sitting beside the bed in shock, frowning.

"What are you doing out of bed?" Ji Zuo put the cardboard box aside, "Have you had a nightmare? Still feeling uncomfortable?"

"..."

I was afraid that you would get angry and leave.

"Where did you go just now..." Wang Ping talked about him, putting his legs back on the bed, "What is that box?"

"Kitchen utensils." Ji Zuo opened the lid of the carton and asked, "Can you turn on the light?"

"it is good."

After the crackling sound, the lights in the bedroom came down; Wang Ping looked at the porch. Ji Zuo was wearing a black sweater with a straight back, handsome as if he was in an idol drama.

At this moment, the hero of the idol drama took out the contents of the cardboard box one by one, ranging from the induction cooker to the electric pressure cooker, and arranged them in a row.

"It's just that I don't have time to go to the show, so I want to cook something delicious for you." Ji Zou said as he took out all the inner pots, and before cleaning them, he asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Wang Ping relaxed, covered his stomach with the quilt, patted his stomach, and said nonsense: "Let's have a full banquet."

Ji Zuo hugged a pile of kitchen utensils, his eyes narrowed slightly.

When Wang Ping saw him like this, he knew that he was joking too much - when Ji Zuo asked him seriously, his own attitude.

Wang Ping quickly apologized: "Just kidding, you can eat anything."

"No." Ji Zuo realized that Wang Ping had misunderstood, "Manchu Banquet, I will make it for you in the future. Now that I am sick, don't eat such greasy food."

Ji Zuo smiled at Wang Ping: "I'll make boiled cabbage for you, the kind that will bloom, okay?"

·

Boiled cabbage——It doesn’t mean that you can cook a cabbage in boiling water.

This is a Sichuan dish served at a state banquet.

Chicken, duck, ham, scallops and other ingredients are used to stew a pot of broth with extremely complicated techniques, and then throw away all the meat and shellfish.

Discard the meat, and eat the soup with cabbage.

It's not much simpler than the Manchu Banquet.

Ji Zuo stewed porridge for Wang Ping at noon. The porridge was sweet and tasted much better than Tang Jialin's. Wang Ping ate a bowl and put it aside. He didn't need to wash the bowl when he was sick. After eating, he continued to curl up on the bed and read the script. .

Ji walked on the side and cut the minced chicken and minced pork. These two things will be put into the soup later to catch the froth, and they will be responsible for clarifying the broth.

The aroma of broth floats from the electric pressure cooker and fills every corner of the room; the sound of Ji Zouchou has a rhythm like a song; the warm yellow lights are also full of warmth.

It's very comfortable, very... like home.

Wang Ping left home when he was a child, and rented someone else's house when he was in middle school. Although Turnon has a cook when he grows up, he is not a family member after all.

It is rare for Wang Ping to fully observe a person cooking a dish for him.

Soon, Wang Ping stopped reading the script. He lay on the pillow and watched Ji Zuo chop the meat.

Ji Zou chops meat with two knives, skillful and handsome - not like chopping meat, but a bit like playing drums; amidst the sound of tuk tuk, Wang Ping and Ji Zou heard a sound not from the chopping board at the same time, but from the door.

Ji Zuo stopped the kitchen knife and heard the door rattle again, so he wiped his hands and walked over to open the door.

The door opened inward, Tao Yabo was carrying the snack gift box, and Chen Yuan was standing beside him; Tao Yabo maintained the movement of handing the snack gift box, but froze when he saw Ji Zou.

"Er..." Tao Yabo watched the season inside the gate and walked away - damn it, the actor wears an apron, it's out of print and limited edition, why can't I take pictures? ? ?

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Tao Yabo remained silent, Ji Zuo reminded.

"Oh." Tao Yabo came to his senses, "We're here...after watching Wang Pingge...Senior, is he alright?"

"Well, it's pretty good." Ji Zuo looked at the gift box, "Is this for him?"

"right."

"Thank you." Ji Zuo stretched out his hand, took the gift box unceremoniously, and at the same time, unceremoniously issued the eviction order, "Brother Wang Ping is asleep, I'm sorry."

Wang Ping was lying on the bed, listening to the situation at the door with his ears upright, but when he heard Ji Zuo's words, he quickly closed his eyes cooperatively.

He even shook the quilt and pulled it to his chin.

In this way, if two people must come in and take a look, they will also know that Ji Zuo is not lying.

Both of them knew very well that Ji Zuo was lying—they heard the beeping sound inside!It would be really weird if Wang Ping could fall asleep under such circumstances.

However, there would be nothing more weird than Ding Liu being sick and appearing in Wang Ping's room.

The two said that they were drunk and did not dare to move, and the minister withdrew, and this retreat will last forever...

Ji Zou and the two people outside said a few polite words, and came in with snacks. Seeing Wang Ping with his eyes closed, he froze for a moment, and then walked lightly.

But the next moment, Wang Ping opened his eyes and smiled.

Wang Ping held the corner of the quilt with both hands, handed Ji Zou a wink, and asked in a breathy voice, "Going away?"

Ji Zuo put down the snacks and nodded.

"Me." Wang Ping still kept his voice, "Is the acting good?"

As Wang Ping spoke, he sat up on his back and looked at Ji Zou with a smile: "Hey, I know, you don't want to let others in, right—I don't want to see others today either."

The electric pressure cooker finished pressing the soup, and there was a loud "chi" sound.

Looking at Wang Ping, Ji Zou felt his heart tingling, as soft as a puddle of water.

"I want to eat fruit." Wang Ping stared at Ji Zou who was frozen in a daze, with a soft tone, as if he was acting like a baby.

Beside Wang Ping, the little rabbit who had sliced ​​watermelon squinted at him. Wang Ping raised his hand to cover the little rabbit.

"I don't want to eat watermelon anymore." Wang Ping said softly, "I want to eat bananas."

"Okay." Ji Zuo quickly tore off the apron, "I'll go out and buy."

"No." Wang Ping stopped, "Let Tang Jialin buy the phone."

"Don't go out, I don't want you to go out either." Wang Ping lowered his eyes and whispered.

·

As the saying goes, the bold are supported to death, and the timid are starved to death——Wang Ping spread his wings on the bottom line of Ji Zou's impatience for a day, and found that Ji Zou didn't seem to have the line of impatience, so he felt relieved and bold For land.

Tang Jialin brought bananas, but Wang Ping said that his hands were too weak to peel them, so he opened his mouth and asked Ji Zuo to feed him.

Ji Zuo was very principled - he picked the best banana, sat next to Wang Ping, peeled off the skin, and fed it to Wang Ping's mouth.

Maybe Tian couldn't stand this kind of behavior of opening his mouth with food. Wang Ping took a bite before someone knocked on the door again.

"Do you want to eat it yourself?" Ji Zuo asked Wang Ping for his opinion while holding a banana.

"Don't eat." Wang Ping signaled Ji Zuo to wrap the bananas, "I'll feed them later."

Ji Zuo smiled, wrapped the banana, put it beside the watermelon rabbit, and went out to open the door.

Wang Pingyang flipped through two pages of the script triumphantly, then quickly closed the script and sat up straight from the bed, sweating profusely.

It's over, it's over, the person who raised the teacher and questioned the crime came.

With a cold face, Wu Guangji walked into the room with the smiling Tang Hongtu.

"You have big wrists." Wu Guangji glanced at the steaming electric pressure cooker on the tea table, and mocked, "The film king will be your personal nanny."

"..."

That's true, eating and drinking is more considerate than a private nanny, Wang Ping has no way to refute.

"Hey." Tang Hongtu patted Wu Guangji, a little disapproving of his behavior, "Young friend Wang Ping is sick, and you still make such jokes, no good, no good."

Tang Hongtu is an old-school actor, with a bit of old-fashioned seriousness, Wu Guangji can only apologize obediently.

Tang Hongtu walked to the bed, and Ji Zou brought two chairs at the right time. Mr. Tang looked back at Ji Zou, nodded gratefully, and sat down.

"Old Tang." Wang Ping straightened his back.

"Relax, we are here to visit the patient." Tang Hongtu smiled and took Wang Ping's hand, "Is the illness better?"

"It's much better, I feel like I can go back to filming tomorrow." Wang Ping said immediately.

"Fuck you." Wu Guangji frowned.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang Hongtu didn't like these swear words, so he looked back at Wu Guangji, who could only sigh angrily.

Tang Hongtu patted the back of Wang Ping's hand: "Young people, it's good to know how to work hard and work hard, but you should also take good care of your body, you know?"

Wang Ping was very moved when the old man in the entertainment industry came to talk to him, and nodded quickly.

"Your future will be very good." Tang Hongtu said with a smile, "It's not less than two days, old man Tang trusts you very much."

After Tang Hongtu said these words, he smiled and went to see his stewed cabbage with Ji Zou; the two chatted, and Tang Hongtu successfully got a bowl of boiled cabbage.

Wu Guangji sat in front of Wang Ping and didn't speak. He stared at Wang Ping as if he was an enemy, and the two stared at each other.

Very funny.

A few minutes later, Tang Hongtu, who had succeeded in stealing food, walked to the door, and suddenly remembered that there was Wu Guangji's mission, and turned around and asked, "Xiao Wu, are you leaving?"

"immediately."

"Wang Ping." Before Wu Guangji left, he finally opened his mouth, "Director... I'm sorry for you, I should care more about the actor's body."

Wang Ping was at a loss: "I..."

"I also formally apologize-I thought about it last night. I used Xiang Jie to audition with you before, so I felt guilty for testing you."

Wang Ping looked at Wu Guangji in surprise.

"As Tang Lao said, you still have a long way to go."

"Get well soon." Wu Guangji stood up and patted Wang Ping on the shoulder, "Let's film and play together."

·

Although Wu Guangji and Tang Hongtu had left, Wang Ping sat in the pile of quilts and couldn't calm down for a long time—a famous director and an old actor in the circle came to him and said these words.

It seemed to represent——his hard work and dedication turned out to be... really not in vain.

Wang Ping sat on the bed in a daze for a while, picked up the script, took a pen from the pen holder, and began to read while sketching.

Ji Zuo didn't bother him, and he didn't care that Wang Ping added some ghostly peach charms to his script, threw the meat into the pot, and then salvaged it and threw it away, leaving a pot of clear soup.

The sky is getting dark, and the indoor lights are warm.

After Wang Ping finished reading a paragraph, he was reciting his lines silently when the script was suddenly taken away.

Ji Zuo put the script aside and replaced a plate into Wang Ping's hands.

"Take this." Ji Zuo said.

"what is this?"

As Wang Ping asked, he looked down at the plate—inside the plate was a piece of cabbage that was cut into pieces and whose shape could not be discerned.

"Put it on the table." Ji Zuo said, "Don't burn your hands."

"Oh."

Wang Ping listened to Ji Zuo's words and gently put the plate of cabbage on the table.

Ji Zuo put the clear soup into a small teapot, lifted it up slightly, and poured it into the heart of the cabbage.

"This is!!" Wang Ping exclaimed.

I saw hot water pouring down and pouring on the cabbage. In the mist, the cabbage, whose shape was invisible just now, slowly bloomed and turned into a flower.

It's like a lotus flower suddenly blooming in a fairyland.

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou in surprise.

"These are flowers for you." Ji Zuo put down the small teapot, and handed a knife and fork to Wang Ping, "I hope your illness will recover soon, let's go to film and play together."

·

Although boiled cabbage is a big dish, it is light and easy to digest, and the taste is also very good.

Ji Zou earnestly and strictly enforced a certain pig raising policy. After Wang Ping had dinner, he tidied up, and he was not allowed to take a bath, so he wrapped himself up in a quilt and went to sleep.

Ji Zuo carefully maintained the results of the day's recovery, but after ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Ping's fever began to recur, and it rose by one degree.

Fortunately, it was only a moderate fever, and Wang Ping was uncomfortable, but he barely fell asleep; but today, probably because he was sweating, Wang Ping was a little hot, and he kept taking out his hands.

Ji Zuo sat on the floor with a few ice packs lying on his legs. He still helped Wang Ping cool down as he did last night—but today, he had to keep pressing the quilt while cooling down, and Ji Zuo was very strenuous.

After a few rounds.

Wang Ping turned over on the bed, lifted the quilt, and tore off his clothes, exposing his pink Adam's apple and collarbone to the air.

Ji Zu turned over and climbed onto the bed, grabbed the quilt to Wang Ping's chin and pressed it firmly, then stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly.

Wang Ping turned sideways just now, Ji Zuo hugged Wang Ping with a back hug, and put his hand on his forehead.

At first, Wang Ping seemed to feel very comfortable, but after a few minutes, he couldn't help moving under the quilt, as if he wanted to change his position.

Ji Zuo thought that he was going to take out his hand again, and raised his hand to touch the ice pack, planning to hug him later.

But the next moment, Wang Ping turned around completely, facing Ji Zou, and buried his head directly into Ji Zou's shoulder and neck.

Wang Ping's hot forehead was pressed against Ji Zou's collarbone, and he was quite content, as if he had finally found a comfortable place, and lay still on his stomach.

Ji Zuo raised his hand stiffly in the air, feeling that Wang Ping was very close to himself under the quilt.

So close to him, even a little...

Ji Zuo closed his eyes, sighed, finally put down his hands, pulled up Wang Ping's quilt, and covered his back well.

"It's just relying on oneself to get sick..."

Ji Zou stretched out his hand and patted the back of Wang Ping's head.

"Get well soon."

"What can I do to you."

·

Wang Ping is ready!

When he woke up the next morning, Wang Ping felt—all body aches, dizziness, and dizziness were gone. The illness came and went like a mountain.

In the early morning, there are still birds singing lightly, floating outside the window, which is very pleasant.

It's just that the pillow against my forehead is a bit hard.

……

Wang Ping opened his eyes suddenly, and what was lying in front of him was not some hard pillow, but his junior, who was red from being crushed.

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The author has something to say: After this battle, it's time for the wood to bloom.