crescent moon

The next day Song Yan accompanied Quan Zhilong to the medical examination. When she heard his weight, not to mention the manager, even Song Yan folded her arms and frowned. Quan Zhilong was thinner than she imagined. a lot of.

Quan Zhilong glanced at Song Yan who was standing outside the camera, saw her worried little face, smiled at her reassuringly, and said, "It's okay. Don't worry."

Because there were many filming staff and managers around, Song Yan didn't speak, and followed Quan Zhilong to complete all the inspection items.

While waiting for the results to come out, the manager led the staff to sit on the seats far apart, and consciously gave the two of them time to be alone. Song Yan said worriedly: "My brother is thinner than I imagined! Why? What's going on?"

Quan Zhilong leaned on the back of the chair, put one foot on his knee, rubbed her head and said, "It's okay."

In fact, due to too much pressure recently, he has a lot of things to do, coupled with his teammates, his depression has a tendency to relapse. During this period, last night was the night he slept the most deeply and soundly. They all suffer from severe insomnia, to the point where even if they had a concert all night, they would not be able to sleep even when they returned to the hotel.

Because of the insomnia, his headaches also became very severe, and he couldn't eat anything all day.

Song Yan saw that Quan Zhilong was comforting him, what else did she want to ask, but Quan Zhilong leaned on her shoulder and said, "I want to eat your sweet and sour pork!"

Song Yan swallowed the words that came to her lips, and said, "Shall I invite my manager to eat at home at noon?"

Quan Zhilong gave an "en" and said, "I still have to go to the beauty salon to change my hairstyle in the afternoon, come with me?"

Song Yan had a whim and said, "How about I change my hairstyle too?"

Quan Zhilong laughed, took out his mobile phone, and said while replying to the message: "What hairstyle?"

Song Yan thought for a long time and said, "Short hair?"

Quan Zhilong raised his head, took a serious look at her, and said, "Short hair must look good too."

Song Yan was happy, and immediately turned on the phone and said, "I want to see what nice short hair is there!"

Quan Zhilong leaned back on her shoulder and said, "You don't need to look for it, just let my hairstylist design it for you."

After chatting for a while, the examination results came out. Song Yan followed Quan Zhilong into the doctor's office. The doctor explained the examination results to Quan Zhilong one by one, and then asked, "Have you had insomnia recently?"

Knowing that he couldn't hide it from Song Yan, Quan Zhilong nodded honestly and said, "The insomnia is very serious."

The doctor nodded and said, "According to the results of the psychological test, you have been a little depressed recently. Although it is mild, you need to take antidepressant drugs and psychological intervention!"

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, of course she knew how serious depression was.

The doctor continued to ask: "Do you have hallucinations?"

"There are no hallucinations, nor any discomfort, just pure insomnia."

The doctor nodded and said, "It's just a simple insomnia. I'll prescribe you some antidepressant drugs, which contain ingredients that help you sleep. This drug will have side effects at the beginning, such as dizziness and nausea. You take it It’s fine to go to sleep directly after you wake up, and you won’t feel anything when you wake up.”

Quan Zhilong nodded, and sat on the chair with Erlang's legs crossed. The doctor continued: "There are no major problems with other physical conditions, but a proper weight gain is needed." He sorted out the physical examination data and asked: "Do you need psychological intervention? ?”

Quan Zhilong shook his head and refused, "No, I have a dedicated psychologist."

Walking out of the medical examination hospital, Song Yan didn't say much all the way, but Quan Zhilong kept making her happy, until Song Yan got off the car in the supermarket, she still looked like she didn't want to talk to Quan Zhilong.

If I didn't accompany him for the physical examination today, I wouldn't know that he had such severe insomnia. Quan Zhilong didn't mention a word to her, which made her feel sad that she was not trusted.

After buying the ingredients needed for sweet and sour pork and the oxtail bone, Song Yan got into the car with big bags and small bags. Quan Zhilong took the things in her hands, looked at her and sighed, and leaned closer and said, "Are you angry?"

Song Yan didn't speak, Quan Zhilong coaxed patiently: "I don't want you to worry."

Song Yan then said: "But brother doesn't sue me, doesn't it make me more worried? Since I am your girlfriend, then I should know about your affairs, right? I am confident that I will accompany you through those difficulties!"

She blamed herself and said, "It's my fault too. I didn't notice that your mental state is not good. It would be better if I was more careful."

Quan Zhilong stroked her long hair gently, and said: "I don't blame you baby, I just didn't want to burden the people around me, but I ignored your feelings, I was wrong." He laughed She smiled and said, "It's just insomnia and headache, it's not serious, and it will get better after taking the medicine as prescribed by the doctor."

Song Yan leaned on his shoulder and said, "Brother will take medicine on time from now on! I will supervise you!"

Quan Zhilong smiled happily, tilted his head and kissed the top of Song Yan's head, and said, "Okay."

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Back home, Quan Zhilong sat on the sofa with his manager and talked about work, while Song Yan tied up her hair and stood in the kitchen preparing lunch.

She first blanched the oxtail bones she bought and put them into the pressure cooker. She just put simple condiments in it, and then threw the prepared Chinese medicine into it to cook.

When it was finished, she began to prepare the ingredients for sweet and sour pork. The Korean sweet and sour pork is different from the Chinese method. She combined the two methods, and the improved one was even more delicious than the previous one. Quan Zhilong loved it very much.

It was the first time for the manager to come to Song Yan's house. He looked around and saw traces of the two living together. He patted Quan Zhilong on the shoulder and asked, "What do you think?"

Quan Zhilong leaned on the sofa, stroking the fur ball, and said, "What do you think?"

"Song Yan." The manager held IYE in his arms and asked, "Is it settled?"

Quan Zhilong turned his head to look at the people who were busy in the kitchen of Nakajima, laughed, and said, "Well, it's settled."

The agent has only seen Quan Zhilong look so serious once, that is when he was the previous Suwon, Quan Zhilong was as serious as this time, and said to him: "It's her."

Men don't need to speak too clearly, he raised his hand and patted Quan Zhilong's shoulder, but didn't speak.

After lunch, the manager went downstairs to rest. Song Yan and Quan Zhilongwo were watching TV on the sofa, with two fluffy nestled in their arms. Song Yan enjoyed this rare leisure time very much. Picking up the phone, took a photo of the two people's feet close together, and then smiled silly.

Seeing her smiling happily, Quan Zhilong said, "You're in a good mood?"

Song Yan nodded, leaned into Quan Zhilong's arms, and said, "Happy!"

She fiddled with her mobile phone and said, "I really want to post on Instagram to show my affection!"

Quan Zhilong laughed and said, "You can post it, don't you have a boyfriend?"

Song Yan curled her lips and said, "Let's forget it, your fans are so powerful, they can pick out everything. You must cover D's vest well! Otherwise, you're screwed!"

Quan Zhilong didn't think about anything, and said directly: "Why don't you make it public?"

Song Yan sat up, looked at Quan Zhilong blankly, and said, "Have you been drinking?"

Quan Zhilong laughed loudly and said, "If it is made public, can we show our affection in a fair and honest manner?"

Song Yan patted Quan Zhilong and said, "No! Brother, did you forget what you said?"

After finishing speaking, she leaned back into Quan Zhilong's arms and said, "I don't have to show affection!"

She opened WeChat and sent WeChat messages to the Chinese medicine practitioners she knew, asking if they had any remedies for insomnia and headaches.

The other party replied: You can try Chinese acupuncture and moxibustion.

Song Yan moved excitedly, and pushed her head against Quan Zhilong's chin. Quan Zhilong hissed, looked at the little girl in his arms who suddenly became agitated, and said, "What's wrong?"

Song Yan asked while replying to WeChat: "When will my brother hold a concert in China?"

Quan Zhilong said lazily, "What happened at the end of August?"

"Is it also available in City B?"

"Have."

Song Yan said happily: "How many days will you stay in City B? Is there any rest time?"

Quan Zhilong didn't understand, so he said: "Maybe I will stay for two days."

Song Yan heard the words and said: "I will go with my brother! At that time, my brother and I will go to see Chinese medicine together, and see if acupuncture can improve your insomnia!"

Quan Zhilong knew that she cared about him, so he let her torment and said, "Okay."

After resting for two hours, the manager came up and knocked on the door, and the group set off to the beauty salon that Quan Zhilong often goes to. There are many other idols in this beauty salon. Quan Zhilong is already considered a senior, and everyone took the initiative Come to say hello, Quan Zhilong hugged Song Yan in his arms indifferently, and nodded when someone came to say hello.

Idols also read gossip. Of course they know who Song Yan is, but they have a sense of proportion and don't talk too much. The two of them greeted each other all the way and entered a special small room. Quan Zhilong said to the very familiar hair stylist : "Brother, this is my girlfriend."

After Song Yan greeted her, Quan Zhilong continued, "Design her a hairstyle."

The hair stylist stood behind Song Yan and asked, "Do you want short hair or long hair?"

"casual."

The hair stylist smiled and said, "Recently, shoulder-length hair is very popular, and then curled into a slight curl, which is easy to manage and looks good."

Song Yan didn't struggle too much, nodded and said, "Okay."

The stylist played with her long hair and said, "What about the hair color?"

Song Yan thought for a while and said, "Milk tea color seems to be very popular recently?"

The stylist nodded and said, "Yes, do you want to change it?"

"Change!"

Quan Zhilong looked at Song Yan with his head propped up like this, and then said: "Brother, you can help her first, there is still enough time." He looked at his watch and said, "It's fine if it can be finished before eight o'clock in the evening."

The hair stylist nodded, first cut Song Yan's hair short, then adjusted the color and called an assistant to color her hair, and then helped Quan Zhilong cut her hair.

Song Yan was a little drowsy while waiting for the coloring process, she yawned, took out her mobile phone and started playing games.

She has recently become obsessed with a small game on WeChat, it is very fun, and she plays it for an hour when she is free.

When it was over, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, Song Yan rubbed her belly and said, "I'm hungry!"

Quan Zhilong stood up and said, "Let's go, we have dinner tonight."

Song Yan looked in the mirror, satisfied with her new hairstyle, and said, "Wait! I'm going to take some pictures here!"

Quan Zhilong naturally took her phone and said, "I'll help you take pictures!"

After taking a few photos, Quan Zhilong turned on the front camera, took a few more photos with Song Yan in his arms, and said, "Send it to me."

Song Yan walked out behind Quan Zhilong, gave Quan Zhilong hair as she walked, and asked, "What dinner party is there tonight?"

"It's just the members having dinner together, and Miss Hyolin is also there."

Song Yan asked cautiously, "Where's Brother Shengxian?"

Quan Zhilong said without any change in tone: "He won't participate."

Song Yan could only nod her head, and followed Quan Zhilong into the car to the dinner party.