alternate performance

Gu Congran has never seen Xu Chenhe cry, but it doesn't mean he can't recognize Xu Chenhe's voice.

The crying sound was so low that you couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully, as if someone had covered your mouth, and even the intermittent cough was stuffed into your palm.

Gu Congran slowed down and approached slowly, knocked on the door with his knuckles, and said softly: "Xu Chenhe?"

The crying stopped immediately, and after tens of seconds passed, the person inside yelled, "Don't catch me."

"Do you think you are Little Red Riding Hood?" Gu Congran knocked on the door again, but he was still worried when he saw no one, "Can you open the door?"

The bathroom was in a mess, and Xu Chenhe pulled out all the tools that could be used from the last compartment: the mop bucket that was turned upside down under the exhaust fan, the mop that smashed through the doorknob, the plastic water pipe hanging in the gap of the exhaust window...

Xu Chenhe thumped the door, and said weakly: "It can't be opened."

"You wait." Gu Congran walked away a few steps, found a place with a good signal and called the production director: "Has the monitoring been tuned out?"

"I'm in the monitoring room. There are abnormal pictures in the video. Do you want to come over?" The production director said in a solemn tone.

Gu Congran looked back at the locked bathroom door: "Jiang Hua was maliciously locked in the bathroom, you go and send the theater manager to find a hammer in the guard's room to the fourth floor of Building 3."

"Okay, wait a moment."

As soon as he hung up, Zhu Huiting, who was far away in Cheng'an City, called: "I've only been away for less than a day, what's going on, have you checked the trending searches?"

Gu Congran intuited that it was related to "Jiang Hua": "What did you say?"

"It was said that Jiang Hua played a big name, but he didn't show up when the filming time came, which delayed the filming process of the crew," Zhu Huiting said, "I heard that it was a group performer who broke the news. I just returned to the company and I am going to let the public relations department down a wave of enthusiasm. .”

"Don't worry about it for now, let it continue to ferment." Gu Congran looked at the stairs from time to time, "Xu Chenhe was framed, I will tell you when I have time."

After the call was over, two people rushed to the stairs, one was the stage manager carrying a hammer, and the other was the director's assistant.

"Mr. Gu, let's hear from Director Li..." Gu Congran cut off the drama manager just as he opened his mouth: "Don't talk nonsense, I broke the door lock, and I will pay for it." He knocked on the bathroom door to remind, "Drawing, Stay away, don't get hurt."

Inside the door, Xu Chenhe retreated to the sink with a complicated mood. He was holding his forearm that was bloody cut by a wooden barb just now when he smashed the door with a mop, cold sweat dripping from his temples.

That "painting" sound was the salt that was sprinkled on his wounds. Even though he knew that there was an outsider, and Gu Congran would never call him by his name, he was still worried about the other party's ability to maintain his sanity at this juncture. And sad.

The loud noise of hitting the door lock made Xu Chenhe's dizzy head even more empty. He leaned his back against the edge of the sink, looked at the dark gray ceiling with blank eyes, and asked himself silently: Now, can he go back on his word?

There was another loud noise, mixed with the "click" sound of the door panel breaking, someone kicked on the door, and then the door was broken open, Gu Congran rushed in quickly: "Are you injured?"

Xu Chenhe closed his eyes, leaned forward slightly with his body supported by the sink, and leaned on Gu Congran with his arms folded.The cold body seemed not to be his own, his forehead was resting on Gu Congran's shoulder, he was hugged tightly by the other party, and he said in a voice like a mosquito: "It's okay..."

The protagonist had an accident, so today's scene can only be delayed.

Gu Congran escorted Xu Chenhe into the car, before the door closed, Xu Chenhe caught a glimpse of Liang Sui's dismissive expression in the crowd, and his heart sank.

On the way to the hospital, Gu Congran kept urging the driver to drive faster. Xu Chenhe was resting on his lap and was distracted. His entire right arm was already numb from the pain, but his consciousness was still clear, his brain was like a movie that had pressed the pause button It seems to be fixed on Liang Sui's expression that is completely different from the previous scene.

Fang Rui in the back row had red eyes, and his eyes lingered on Xu Chenhe's bloodless face and the bloody wound on his forearm. He grabbed the seat and sobbed: "Brother, I'm sorry."

Xu Chenhe's cold right hand was wrapped by Gu Congran's warm palm, he licked his lips, and curled the corners of his lips at Fang Rui: "Have you brought candy, want to eat candy, sweet."

The strawberry-flavored fudge with the sugar paper peeled off was put into his mouth, and Xu Chenhe rolled it with the tip of his tongue, letting the sweet and sour taste of fructose fill his entire bitter mouth.

Gu Congran's phone calls never stopped. Xu Chenhe watched the other party answer one call after another, Zhang He's lips spoke sentences that he didn't understand: "Director Li, go and send someone to edit the important parts of the surveillance video and send them to my email , don’t create public opinion on the Internet.”

"Director Kong, I'm sorry about today's incident. Director Li must have explained the situation to you. As for the role of 'Duan Lu', it's up to you to change. I respect your choice."

"Go back to the court and find out the real identity of the person who broke the news. Is it really a group performer or someone else."

The car drove into the hospital, and as soon as Xu Chenhe's feet touched the ground, Gu Congran lowered his body and forcibly lifted his back up. After a lot of tossing, Xu Chenhe slept steadily on the bed in a single ward, with his right forearm wrapped in gauze. After the anesthetic effect wore off, the stitched wound tingled, but Xu Chenhe's body was fine.

Fang Rui went to buy something to drink, while Gu Congran sat beside the hospital bed, brushing Xu Chenhe's messy hair wet with sweat: "Are you sleepy?"

Xu Chenhe shook his head.

Gu Congran squeezed Xu Chenhe's cool fingers, and asked, "Didn't you wear cotton clothes, why did you get scratched?"

"When I knocked on the door, I thought my coat was in the way, so I took it off." Xu Chenhe curled up his fingers, "Roll up your sleeves to get things done."

"That didn't break the door open either." Gu Congran said.

Xu Chenhe turned his face away, he would be blamed even if he was injured, so he felt wronged.

Can't help guessing, if the injured person was Jiang Hua?

Is it possible to get booing and asking for warmth, or in exchange for sweet and cloying love words?Anyway, it will be sweeter and softer than his strawberry fudge.

After thinking about it, he, who only has a transactional relationship with Gu Congran, can lie on the other's back and live in a single room that is more than ten times more expensive than a normal ward. The treatment seems to be very good.

His eyes were attracted by the "Polyphonic Music Tutorial" on the side locker, and he was hoarse when he wanted to ask something.

"Mr. Gu, can you borrow a power bank for me?" Xu Chenhe touched the mobile phone next to the bed with his left hand, "I want to surf the Internet, but the battery is dead."

"No," Gu Congran took the phone away from Xu Chenhe's hand, "You have a good rest."

"I'm bored now." Xu Chenhe was rarely willful.

"Then close your eyes and go to sleep." Gu Congran was stricter than parents who educated their children.

Xu Chenhe didn't argue with him, tilted his head and closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while: "Did I cause Jiang Hua to be hacked on the Internet?"

Gu Congran sat on the chair and looked at him at the same level: "He is not as vague as you think."

"I'm also at fault for this matter," Xu Chenhe said, "It's because I didn't know people with eyes."

"Come on, why is the victim apologizing?" Gu Congran got up, "I'll borrow a power bank for you, and you must fall asleep before returning."

The door was closed, Gu Congran stood in the corridor and sighed softly.He went to the service desk to rent a power bank, and he sat on the chair outside the ward to plug in Xu Chenhe's cell phone, then turned on his cell phone and downloaded a simulated piano app quite bored.

After installing it, Gu Congran put the app on hold. First, he opened the mailbox to watch the video clips sent by Director Li. Every time the progress bar was extended by a second, his brows became more frowned.

Switching to Weibo, the original trending search has dropped, replaced by photos of "Jiang Hua" being injured. As Gu Congran thought, illogical black material is not worth mentioning in the eyes of Jiang Hua's fans. The photo of him getting into the car with the injured Xu Chenhe in his arms was widely spread, and everyone was distressed and speculated whether the accident was accidental or man-made.

The official blog of "Tracking a Thousand Faces" is all about seeking the truth, but apart from the director team, the production team and some people involved, no one can give netizens a positive answer.

Zhu Huiting called again to ask about the situation. Gu Congran was free now, so he told him everything.

"Is he okay?" Zhu Huiting asked Xu Chenhe.

"It's okay, I'll be guarding at the hospital." Gu Congran said.

"Can you protect him?" Zhu Huiting doubted, "Don't let Xu Chenhe become the next Jiang Hua."

Xu Chenhe was partly responsible for this accident, Gu Congran kicked the chair leg irritably and said, "Don't nag."

"Then talk about business," Zhu Huiting changed the subject, "You don't want public relations to come forward for the time being, do you want to solve it in private?"

"Of course not." Gu Congran was not so kind, "You put pressure on Liang Sui first, don't ask him to admit his mistakes, just ask him to do the opposite."

Sitting in the corridor for a long time, Fang Rui ran back after shopping and braked in front of him: "Mr. Gu, brother Shen He is asleep?"

"Well, don't disturb him, let's sit here." Gu Congran patted the seat beside him.

"Oh, okay." Fang Rui lowered his voice, "I bought grapefruit tea, do you want some?"

He said and handed over the cup with more honey: "Brother Shen He said that you prefer sweet ones, and this cup is very sweet, so you can drink it at ease."

Gu Congran was surprised: "He often mentions me?"

"No," Fang Rui sipped the milk tea, "It happened once, he made desserts in the RV, Brother Zhu and I thought it was too sweet, Brother Shen He said he usually made it for you, and I'm used to adding more sugar."

Gu Congran didn't know about it yet: "What about the rest of the time? Did you mention me?"

"No," Fang Rui said without knowing it, "he doesn't talk much, usually he is thinking about the script."

"Okay, he's younger than Jiang Hua, but his temper is old-fashioned." Gu Congran didn't get a response, only to realize that he had told the wrong person.

He simply sent Fang Rui back, and sat alone outside the ward playing with the newly downloaded app until Xu Chenhe's phone was fully charged, Gu Congran went to the front desk to return the power bank, and then opened the door of the ward and quietly sneaked in.

Xu Chenhe was lying on his side and curled up into a ball, his right hand was hanging out of the edge of the bed, he was also careful not to touch the wound in his dream.

The right half of his face was pressed into the pillow, and he was in a deep sleep. Gu Congran bent down to trace his soft lips, but he didn't wake him up.

The phone in his pocket dinged softly, and Gu Congran hurriedly retreated to the window, unlocked the screen and pressed the message.

It's a letter from Zhu Huiting, with three concise words: I've taken the bait.

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