Lan Jia's Han Xiyou

Lan Jia waited for Han Xiyou to enter the bedroom, then went to the kitchen, put together all the ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast, and slipped into Han Xiyou's bedroom lightly. Feeling a chill, Han Xiyou curled up on the bed like a big silkworm chrysalis, wrapped in the quilt with his hair exposed.

Lan Jia helped him turn off the air conditioner, pulled down the quilt, and looked at it quietly for a while before returning to his bedroom.He was very surprised by Han Xiyou's miraculous ability to fall asleep right away.No matter how many times he sleeps a day, he never seems to get enough sleep.

Maybe he was really too tired. Lan Jia thought that he must tell Sister Qin to arrange less work for him tomorrow, and sooner or later his body would not be able to bear the burden.

Lan Jia woke up at six o'clock. He originally thought that Han Xiyou must still be sleeping in. When he opened the door, he found that the room was empty.

Lan Jia went back to the bedroom and took his mobile phone to call him, but no one answered, and finally called Zhang Qin again.

Zhang Qin might still be sleeping, and his voice sounded dazed, "Hello? Xiaojia?"

"Sister Qin, Xiyou is gone when I wake up together, and no one answered the phone, do you know where he will go?"

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry, I'll give you the address of the studio, he goes there to practice dance every day, by the way, remember to bring him a breakfast."

"Okay Sister Qin, goodbye." Lan Jia entered the kitchen with her mobile phone, and Zhang Qin's message was sent quickly. The place is a bit off, but it's not too far away.

Lan Jia made a quick breakfast and put it in a thermos bucket, took her mobile phone and wallet and went out to take a taxi.Although there are still three cars parked in the garage, he can't move around without permission. It's more convenient to take a taxi.

The sign of the studio is black, with only two large silver characters on it.As soon as Lan Jia went in with the meal, he was stopped by the security guard, who said he was Han Xiyou's assistant, and the security guard looked unbelievable, so Lan Jia had no choice but to call Zhang Qin again.

Zhang Qin didn't know what he said to the security guard. The security guard smiled and pointed Lan Jia in the direction, and told him to keep his voice down.

The internal space of Xianyin is very large. There are many recording studios and dance studios along the way, but the time is too early, and the rooms are basically empty.

The innermost one is Han Xiyou's exclusive dance practice room. There is a sign with his name on the door, and the door is ajar.

With a snap, Lan Jia's hands tightened while holding the thermos, and he almost rushed in.Han Xiyou didn't know whether it was because his palms were sweating or he was out of strength. When he stood on his head with one hand just now, he fell straight to the ground.

Han Xiyou lay on his back on the floor, his chest heaving violently, crystal beads of sweat slipped from the side of his face into his neck one after another, and the elbow of his left hand turned red immediately.

After knocking on the door, Lan Jia came in with a thermos bucket and sat beside him, smiling, "Morning Xiyou, let's have breakfast."

"I don't want to move." Han Xiyou said in a low voice. In fact, he was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up. He fell too hard just now, and now his whole body feels numb and painful.

Lan Jia got up, took the towel that was thrown aside, went into the bathroom, and sat back beside him after getting wet.

The wet and cool towel was close to the skin to wipe off the sticky sweat on his face and neck. Han Xiyou moved slightly to his side comfortably, squinting his eyes in enjoyment.

After wiping, Lan Jia threw the towel aside, dragged a big bulging bag next to him and placed it under his head.

As soon as the thermos was opened, a strong fragrance came out. Lan Jia took a small steamed bun with chopsticks and brought it to his mouth. After he swallowed it, he scooped up a spoonful of egg soup and fed it to him.

"Today's time is too tight and I don't have time to do other things. You can make do with it first." Lan Jia fed him a steamed stuffed bun and two spoonfuls of soup, as if he was serving a handicapped person.

Han Xiyou kept his eyes closed all the time, he just opened his mouth to eat, and turned his head away when he felt that he couldn't eat anymore. In fact, the food he cooked was quite to his liking.

"Is there any medicine here?" Lan Jia looked at the large patch on his elbow that was gradually turning purple, looking for medicine everywhere.

Han Xiyou drew a semicircle with his arm against the floor and pointed to the low cabinet at the door, "Inside."

Lan Jia stood up and went to the lower cabinet and opened it to take a look. There was indeed a medicine bag inside. The daily medication was well prepared. When she found the iron-damaged one, Lan Jia couldn't help but roll her eyes. The medicine had expired for two days. years.

"You rest for a while, I'll go out for a while." Lan Jia walked and looked while carrying the medical bag. 90.00% of the medicines had expired, and the remaining [-]% were on the verge of expiring.

Fortunately, he paid attention when he came. There was a small clinic not far in front. Lan Jia threw away all the expired medicines and took the medicine bag to the clinic to refill it.

Going back to the dance room, Han Xiyou had already fallen asleep, still maintaining the same posture just now, with his chest heaving slightly, and a few strands of hair sticking to his ears due to sweating.

Lan Jia took the towel and re-wet it to help him wipe the injured area. There was an analgesic spray he just bought in the medicine bag, which can reduce swelling and relieve pain.

Lan Jia gently smudged the potion with his hands and slowly rubbed it. Han Xiyou frowned and looked at him with a headache and grunted, "Do you want me to pluck all your hair?"

Lan Jia looked at him amusedly, and exerted a little force on his hands.

Han Xiyou bent his knees like an earthworm and slid backwards, trying to break free from Lan Jia's clutches, "You murder! It hurts so much, do you know! Don't come here or I will fire you!"

Lan Jia moved down with the spray, but she didn't notice it just now, but now Han Xiyou moved a large bruise on the side of her knee.

Han Xiyou watched him move down and thought it was all right, but suddenly his knees felt cold, and then there was pain that made people couldn't help crying.

"Ah! Lan Jia! I want to fire you!" Han Xiyou couldn't move his legs back, pointing at him and screaming.

"Be patient, so that you can get better quickly, otherwise you will be in pain for many days?" Lan Jia helped him rub the blood and gave him a popular science.

"Isn't it okay for you to stay at home and play with your mobile phone when you have nothing to do? Can you stop hurting me? Don't worry about it and you will be fine in a few days. You are such a trouble." Han Xiyou endured the pain, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Some people are naturally sensitive to pain. Han Xiyou is such a person, so he is afraid of pain. When Lu Ning took him for vaccinations at the age of eleven or twelve, he could howl like a pig.

"Okay." Lan Jia blew lightly on his bruised place for a while, got up to wash his hands, and then sat back beside Han Xiyou and ate his leftover cold buns and egg soup.

Han Xiyou don't look away from him, this idiot, didn't you see the microwave over there?Retarded!

"Is there still work today? When should we go home?" Lan Jia lay down next to Han Xiyou and looked at him sideways.

Han Xiyou pushed away the hard bag under his head, and said vaguely: "I will go back at night, and I still have work in the afternoon."

Lan Jia moved to his side, turned his body and put his head on his soft stomach, "Then you can sleep for a while, I will go back to make lunch and bring it to you at noon."

The stomach was much more comfortable than the bag, Han Xiyou snorted and turned his back to him and fell asleep.

Zhang Qin came over after nine o'clock, and secretly took a photo for Lan Jia to see through the crack of the door.

"Sister Qin, Xiyou is so handsome, isn't he?" Lan Jia whispered while shaking the photo.

Zhang Qin sat down beside him with his legs crossed, and took a few more photos from different angles, including a group photo of the two of them.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you. In fact, you are also very beautiful. Look." Zhang Qin pointed to a photo of them together.

Han Xiyou's sleeping appearance is very quiet, and he is different from him on stage and in life.It's a quiet, gentle look with a little bookish look, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

"Thank you, Sister Qin." Lan Jia took a few photos back and forth to look at them, and suddenly said, "Sister Qin, can I have a copy of his job?"

"Of course there is no problem. In fact, Xianyin was founded by Lu Ning, An Yuan and Xi You. By the way, you know Lu Ning and An Yuan, right?"

Lan Jia nodded very honestly, and said with a smile: "However, I'm only a fan of Xiyou."

Zhang Qin rubbed his hair, and said in a low voice: "So Xiyou arranges the work in the studio himself. He can be the boss, but he has to be the desperate Saburo, hey."

"Is it related to Meng Lin?" Lan Jia asked.

Zhang Qin looked at Lan Jia in surprise, "You know?"