The Guide to the Tear-offs in the Online Supporting Circle Part 2: Peak Acting Skills

Excessive fatigue and rain, Xie Zhengyan caught a cold, kept sneezing and runny nose, dragged on until Friday and was so dizzy that he was unable to walk, and was forced to ask for sick leave from the company.During the day, after filling Fuzi with water and dog food, he lay alone on the bed wrestling with the scorching body temperature, sometimes feeling sorry for himself, sometimes deeply complaining about himself.

A person like him should have a body that is invulnerable to weeds in cold and heat, so that he can open roads in mountains and build bridges in waters.Sickness is a patent worthy of blessings. When you are sick, you have caring relatives who care and care, and you have a solid financial backing to support you without worrying about losing money and delaying work. Only with such conditions can you treat illness as an ordinary episode in life.Otherwise, a minor illness can lead to disaster, infinitely magnifying people's fragility and perception of misfortune, and severely damaging survival confidence.

Waking up after sleeping and waking up until nine o'clock in the evening, Onion sent a message saying that she and Qianfan had already gone to bed, and asked him when he could come. He remembered that today he had an appointment to speak for "Lie" and wanted to change it directly with Onion. When I made an appointment, I also thought that I hadn't fulfilled my agreement with Qianfan to gossip on time these few days. If there was no proof to ask for sick leave, the careless ghost would definitely be suspicious, so he struggled to get out of bed, turned on the computer, logged in to Waiwai, and came to The channel specified by the onion.

"Scallion Sauce, Qian Fan Da, I'm sorry, I haven't recovered from a cold these days, so I can't PIA today."

His sickly voice, coming through the microphone, should serve as a substitute for a doctor's note.Onion exclaimed on the spot: "Oh my God, dumb flute, are you seriously ill? Why did your voice change like this? It's really a dumb flute!"

Xie Zhengyan smiled weakly: "The insomnia and the rain a few days ago, the medicine failed to control it, and it developed like this. I'm really sorry, can we change the appointment?"

"Of course! It's important for you to get well! Dude Dude, have you gone to the hospital? The flu is prevalent recently, but taking medicine is useless. You need to ask the doctor to check and treat the symptoms!"

"It's okay, I'll be fine after two days of rest."

"Then who is taking care of you? Last time I heard that you live alone, does anyone cook for you? What should you do when you feel dizzy? Oops~ I'm really worried about you! Boom~"

"Haha, thank you, I can still hold on."

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Xie Zhengyan tried his best to reply to Onion, but his eyes were only on Qianfan's vest. How could this person feel at ease without making a sound?

After chatting for a few minutes, his spine was almost unbearable, so he had to take the initiative to ask Onion, "Is Qian Fan online?"

"Yeah, we were still talking before you came, Daddy Qianfan and Daddy Dumbdi are sick, why don't you greet them."

Silly Baitian complained loudly with the fearless courage of the ignorant, and the poison tongue man who pretended to be dead finally made a move.

"Daddy Yadi has caught a cold, so let's postpone our plan. Daddy Yadi takes good care of his illness and remember to drink plenty of water."

God knows how many eyes are hidden in the insincere concern, but Xie Zhengyan still has to thank Hod for his solemn thanks. Although it is also fake, it takes a lot of effort to act, and judging from his physical condition, it is already overloaded.

After finally finishing socializing, he fell back on the bed top-heavy, closed his eyes and curled up for a while, feeling a chill creeping up his tailbone one after another, probably adding a new wind evil during waking up.He wrapped the quilt tightly, the surface of his body was very hot, but his body seemed to contain a piece of black ice, which constantly took away energy and consumed vitality.The throat is so dry, it is better than the scorched earth of three years of drought. Every time I swallow it, it feels like cutting my throat. I want to drink water, but I have no strength to get up. Signs of a fall.

The big hand of fear seized his remaining sobriety. He knew that the situation was dangerous and he could not overcome the difficulties independently. He urgently needed comfort, support, and someone to give him a hand, whether it was in reality or in spirit.

The No.1 choice is Zhihu Jun.

He struggled to pick up the phone and opened the button, found the familiar profile picture and pressed the call button, and he was connected within 5 seconds. He dragged his tingling vocal cords to ask for help: "Xiaozhi, I have a cold, and I feel so uncomfortable now~"

It took another 5 seconds to reply, but I didn't hear Zhihu Jun's warm and clear voice.

"I know you have a cold, but I'm not Xiaozhi."

The person who answered was a sandpaper-like uncle's voice, which was still very familiar.

Xie Zhengyan thought he was deaf, and asked in surprise, "You... are Qian Fan?"

"Yes, you made the wrong number?"

Xie Zhengyan rubbed his eyelids and looked at the profile picture carefully. He hadn't contacted him for a few days. The damn uncle changed to a new icon with a similar color to Zhihu Jun's profile picture, causing him to click the wrong icon when he was dazzled.

The high fever took away his resilience, he subconsciously pressed the end button, and then went to Zhihu Jun's account, but found that he was not online, changed to WeChat, and there was no one there. He wanted to send a text message, and finally remembered that Zhihu Jun was busy preparing for the judicial examination recently. Temporarily disconnected from the outside world.He suddenly fell into a whirlpool of despair like a drowning man who lost his life jacket. He could no longer resist the abyss-like loneliness and sadness, and he huddled and covered his face and wept.

Tears had just wet her cheeks, and the phone rang ding ding dong dong to vibrate the sheets, but the caller was actually Qian Fan.

"Big Dude, you have to apologize first for making a wrong call. It would be rude to just hang up without saying a word."

The preoccupied villain chased after him to teach him a lesson, but Xie Zhengyan was filled with all kinds of negative emotions physically and mentally at the moment, but he lacked any fear of him, so he retorted: "What's wrong with me being rude, you are no better than me How much, whatever you want!"

His sobbing hadn't stopped yet, and as the sharp-edged scolding got into the other's ear, Qianfan asked slightly surprised: "You lost control of your emotions, are you very sick?"

"What do you tube!"

"Yeah, I really don't care about my business, then you can suffer slowly by yourself, goodbye."

The indifferent ridicule crushed Xie Zhengyan's heart, and the pain had awakened his sentimental physique. At this moment, he was like a newborn chick who couldn't stand the slightest blow. Hearing those heartless words, his cries gushed out like running water, and drowned in a blink of an eye. cell phone.

A grown man was crying so embarrassingly, it was really embarrassing, of course Qian Fan wanted to laugh wantonly, exaggerating and chastising: "Master Yadi, have you just graduated from primary school this year? When you are sick, you will be sad and cry without your mother's hug, that's not good Call your mom and tell her to come and hug you, or you'll drown in tears."

I don't know if it's a foretelling or a coincidence, this bastard always has the ability to hit Xie Zhengyan's heartache accurately, and he weeps sadly and resentfully: "I don't have a mother..."

Qian Fan responded two or three seconds late, and there was no trace of ridicule in his voice.

"Your mother died?"

Xie Zhengyan cried and mourned: "My mother only has my elder brother in her eyes, and she doesn't treat me as a son at all. No one cares about me and no one wants to return it."

Qian Fan was probably very confused by his crying, and sighed with coaxing laughter: "What do you mean by returning the goods, you seem to be really sick, and your head is burning?"

Xie Zhengyan buried his face in the pillow and wept bitterly. It was the first time he was angry with others when he was so big. Before, his endurance was like a balloon stretched to the limit. Now he opened the air hole to release the pressure, and his head didn't seem to hurt so much. up.

The strange thing is that Qian Fan didn't hang up the phone, and listened to him cry for a while, and when the crying subsided to sobs, he suddenly asked seriously: "Are you at home alone?"

Xie Zhengyan didn't answer, and he said again: "If you continue to lie down like this, it will only get worse and worse. There are two options, one is to call 120, and the other is to save yourself. Do you have ginger at home?"

Xie Zhengyan didn't understand his intention, thinking that there seemed to be two pieces of ginger left when he went to the market to buy vegetables on Monday, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

"That's great, you get up now and boil a pot of boiling water, smash the ginger into it and cook for 10 minutes, when the water evaporates to half, scoop it up and drink it while it's hot, then cover the quilt to sweat, after a while The fever is gone."

"...But I can't move..."

"You have the strength to swear and cry so loudly, why can't you move? When you are alone, you can only rely on yourself. When you encounter difficulties, you must use your willpower to overcome them. Otherwise, no one will come to rescue you when you lie down until tomorrow. The high fever continues. If it’s not good, it will burn your brain, and I hear your voice is out of shape. It must be a throat infection. If you don’t quickly reduce the fever and the inflammation deteriorates to a certain extent, you will need to remove your tonsils. At that time, your vocal cords may also be damaged, and you will no longer be able to play dubbing gone."

Qian Fan's encouragement and threats successfully stimulated Xie Zhengyan's motivation. He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, saying that he would make ginger soup right away.Before hanging up the line, Qian Fan instructed: "Send me a message after drinking."

Xie Zhengyan followed his instructions and went to the kitchen to boil water, cut ginger and make soup, boiled it into a sea bowl, let it cool down a bit, squeezed his nose and poured it into his belly, and returned to Qianfan after getting back under the covers.

"Hurry up and cover yourself with the quilt to sweat, and you'll be fine after a night of sleep."

This potion of earth was quite effective. Xie Zhengyan fell asleep in a daze, sweating profusely in his dream, and opened his eyes in the middle of the night. The heavy soreness on his body had been relieved, his forehead was no longer hot, and his mind was much clearer.He took off his wet T-shirt, dried his body with a towel on the bedside, wrapped the quilt carefully, but couldn't fall asleep for a while, took out the mobile phone next to the pillow and checked, it was 10 minutes to 12 o'clock, and then clicked the button Click, see that Qian Fan hasn't logged off the assembly line yet.

The heart of a person who lacks love is like a desert, and every drop of rain and dew is like a treasure. He feels that this person has helped him survive the disaster, and he must thank him.

"Thank you, Qianfan, I slept through it and feel much better now."

Qian Fan replied later: "That's good, you continue to sleep, and eat some nutritious tonic tomorrow morning."

"Okay, but I can't sleep right now."

"[Speechless] Then you count the sheep until the sleepy bugs come out."

"I... forget it..."

"Want someone to chat with you?"

"……kindness"

"Where are your friends?"

"None of them are here."

"Hehe, so you want me to be a temporary substitute?"

"No, forget it, I know you don't want to talk to me, excuse me, goodbye."

Xie Zhengyan retreated before the other party refused, and his mood was inexplicably wrinkled by a trace of loss. He was lonely, closed in a small dark space all day long, talking and acting to Fuzi, hoping to open his heart and disperse the musty smell , Listen to the sound outside.But he obviously found the wrong person. If he wants to talk to someone who is kind and gentle and willing to take pity on himself, Qian Fan does not meet the above standards at all.

He put down his cell phone, turned over angrily, the cell phone rolled to his side, and suddenly rang against his vest.Surprised, he picked it up to check, and Qian Fan called.

"It just so happens that I'm not sleepy yet, so let's pass the time together, Dude, what do you want to talk about?"

As soon as Qian Fan expressed kindness, Xie Zhengyan became suspicious, fearing that he was looking for another opportunity to make fun of him, so he couldn't help raising his guard.

"Oh, that, the method you taught me to reduce fever is very effective. I used to read books and TV that ginger soup can cure colds, and I thought it was a joke."

He only dared to pick up some leftovers to chat, but Qian Fan answered seriously: "When I was young, I had a cold and a fever, my mother didn't give me antibiotics and rarely took me for injections, they always used ginger soup and moxibustion. I think the local method to cool down is very effective, so I often recommend it to others.”

"Your mother is very sensible. Children should not abuse antibiotics. The side effects are very dangerous."

"No, it's not because I have a concept. It's because my family is too poor to buy medicine or see a doctor, so I have to fiddle around on my own."

Xie Zhengyan didn't expect that he would suddenly turn to the topic of private houses, and responded politely: "In the past, people's financial conditions were generally not good, and mine was also the same."

"Not only before, but now we are still poor. Our family lives in a rotten shack near a stinking ditch. The surrounding area is desolate. When we go out at night, we can see sporadic will-o'-the-wisps. Every day, the windows are stained with bird droppings, and we often step on dogs when we go out. Shit, so I'm very reluctant to go back."

Qian Fan's description of being quiet doesn't sound like nonsense. Xie Zhengyan can't imagine that in the 21st century, there will be such a haunted house in the mountains, which sounds more dilapidated than the old house in his village in the city.

"Your home is in the mountains?"

"That's right, it's more than 30 kilometers away from the urban area, and you have to take a car to enter the city."

"Then where is Qian Fan from?"

"Zimbabwe."

"Come on! You used this lie last time, and it's no longer valid!"

"Hahaha, are you asking about the place of origin or the place of household registration?"

"Not in one place?"

"My ancestral home is Changchun, and I currently live in Xi'an."

"Xi'an!?"

Xie Zhengyan raised his voice unconsciously. When he heard the name of this city, he first thought of Rong Chuan. He heard that he was also from Xi'an.

"Xi'an is a very nice place."

He was ashamed of his absurd association, and his voice fell along the parabola of joy, approaching a smirk.

Qian Fan asked him if he had ever been to Xi'an, and he shook his head honestly: "No, I read it in a book. It is one of the four ancient capitals of China. It used to be the center of Chinese civilization. Many historical celebrities lived there. When I think of the streets, Li Bai and Du Fu have all walked through it, and I feel so dreamy."

Qian Fan couldn't help laughing: "Dudi Da is really a standard liberal arts student, I have never had such romantic feelings."

Romantic feelings are somewhat feminine when applied to men, Xie Zhengyan said embarrassingly: "It's not romantic, I really like classical culture, you can understand by reading more ancient Chinese books, the civilization of our country Truly the most charming and remarkable thing in the whole world."

"Haha, I just don't read much. If you have time, please recommend some valuable books to me."

"Okay, I'll make a list of books for you tomorrow. I have electronic versions of those books, so you don't need to spend money to buy them."

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