Did the celebrity fall today? [Entertainment]

The car drove into the highway along the river. Last night, Zhuang Jing and Jin Hong went for a walk along the bank of the river.

It was an abandoned ancient street, and the government neither demolished nor protected it, allowing the crowded old wooden houses to gradually collapse.

Jiang Feng passed through the missing window lattice with a fishy smell, and seeped into the cracks in the bluestone slabs. The two of them walked in this long alley in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, like sailing on a dream.

In the dark, Zhuang Jing wanted to ask Jin Hong something several times, but he didn't speak.

They walked in silence for more than [-] minutes, until the damp penetrated into the bones, both of them were frozen to the bone, and Zhuang Jing sneezed, they found the main road and took a taxi back home.

Today the river was foggy, but Zhuang Jing missed those old houses on the bank, but looking through the window, their figures disappeared in the thick fog.

There is not only fog in the field of vision, but also Jin Hong's side face.

When Jin Hong turned his face away, Zhuang Jing looked away a little, lest Jin Hong think he was looking at him again.

But Jin Hong has a strong sense of presence, no matter how he avoids it, there is always such a person in sight, and he has to be noticed.

Jin Hong closed the laptop, pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and asked Zhuang Jing with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at the river."

Zhuang Jing answered quickly, as if he had already prepared the answer.

But now the fog is so thick that we can't see anything at all.Jin Hong withdrew his gaze with a half-smile, and Zhuang Jing felt that he had to explain: "I was looking for those old houses from yesterday. But just watching the mist flow is also very beautiful." After watching for a long time, maybe you can understand Show some tricks.

Jin Hong coughed and said, "We can come back if you like."

"Come and see Jiang Xiaoguang." After speaking, he coughed again.

"Are you okay?" Zhuang Jing asked with concern.

Jin Hong said: "It's okay, I started to have a headache the next day after drinking, and the wind blew again yesterday, maybe I caught a cold."

Zhuang Jing felt a little guilty: "It's all my fault, I insisted on going out for a walk last night."

Jin Hong said: "I don't blame you, I want to come out with you myself."

It seemed that there was nothing more to say, and Jin Hong turned his attention back to his work. Zhuang Jing wanted to stop him, but he didn't seem to have any position, so he didn't open his mouth. He just paid attention to his face from time to time.

The car drove to Chuanfu Airport, and after boarding the plane, the two of them sat side by side again, but this time Qu Yao and Sheng Muhuai were sitting on the other side of the aisle, and they both had to fly back to the capital.

On the plane, Jin Hong wanted to look at the computer again, Zhuang Jing finally couldn't bear it anymore, and persuaded him: "Jin Hong, why don't you close your eyes and rest for a while, it's very depressing to keep looking at things like this, and the cold will also worsen."

He handed his blanket to Jin Hong: "Here, I'll give you my blanket too. You put both blankets on your body and have a good sleep."

Jin Hong seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then really put away the computer, took the blanket from Zhuang Jing's hand, and wrapped it around his body.

"I told you to wrap two pieces, why did you forget your own?" Zhuang Jing had no choice but to spread out Jin Hong's piece, put the two corners on his shoulder and said, "Pull it up yourself!"

Satisfied, Jin Hong wrapped herself tightly in two blankets, took off her glasses and went to sleep.

Zhuang Jing nodded in satisfaction. Children who are willing to listen to advice are good children.

Sheng Muhuai watched the whole process from the side, silently showing his aunt's smile, secretly poking at the first-hand candy, he was so happy.

Originally, she was worried about Jin Hong, but seeing Zhuang Jing's attitude, she was looking forward to the future development of the two of them.

The scene on the plane was preserved as a tidbit. Many people rushed to the members to watch this interaction, and completed the candy cracking action with Sheng Muhuai: [As long as I pretend to be sick, Zhuang Jing can't help but care about me. 】

[Jin Hong: Ah Jing hurts me! 】

["I reached the pinnacle of my life by being sick", "Obtained supplies: blanket +1+1",] [Only I figured out that after getting off the plane, Zhuang Jing went home to take care of the cold boss, the two of them were burning firewood, and the sauce was brewing. ? 】【How can you do this and that when you are sick? Don’t stand in front of me and suffer!But it's not impossible if Zhuang Damei takes the initiative, hehehe]...

It's a pity that Zhuang Jing himself didn't care about Jin Hong as much as they thought. Seeing Jin Hong sleeping, he was quickly attracted by Sheng Muhuai's actions.

He saw Sheng Muhuai's fingers tap the screen in front of him a few times, the screen turned on, and after swiping a few more times, many movies appeared on it.

Zhuang Jing leaned over and asked curiously: "Is this small board originally used like this?"

He fell asleep the whole time when he arrived, and had no idea that there was such a magical gadget on the plane.

Seeing that Qu Yao had also fallen asleep, Sheng Muhuai took off the earphones, and patiently taught the patriarch how to use the screen on the back of the chair, and successfully taught the patriarch how to play spider cards and choose movies.

Zhuang Jing played a few games and chose a movie to watch. He was so absorbed that he didn't get airsick.After watching only half of a movie, the plane has already parked at the Capital Airport.

When Jin Hong woke up, he felt his forehead was hot, his mouth was bitter, and he had a splitting headache, which was worse than before he went to bed.

However, he didn't want anyone other than Zhuang Jing to see the clues, so he insisted that he didn't show any abnormalities until he received the confiscated items from the program crew and the filming officially ended.

Jin Hong's driver was waiting at the airport long ago and drove Zhuang Jing and Jin Hong home.

In the car, Zhuang Jing turned his head to see that Jin Hong's face was a little red from the heat, and he looked in a bad mood.

Zhuang Jing couldn't help asking: "Jin Hong, are you all right? Why don't you ask the driver to take you to the hospital?"

Jin Hong refused: "It's okay, I have medicine at home." After saying this, he couldn't help coughing.

Zhuang Jing frowned his pretty eyebrows: "People who usually look healthy will react so badly when they get sick. Don't talk, just keep resting. I'll call you when I get home."

When they reached the door of the two people's house, the driver put down their luggage and left.

Zhuang Jing looked at Jin Hong's two big suitcases, and became worried again: "Let me help you push the luggage in. Besides, I haven't seen Zhima for a long time, and I miss him a lot."

Jin Hong rarely refused, and obediently handed a box to Zhuang Jing and opened the courtyard door.

Walking into the yard, a big black cat enthusiastically rushed over, circled around the two of them a few times, and decisively chose to collapse at Zhuang Jing's feet.

Zhuang Jing also picked up Zhima, kissed him on the forehead, and said to Jin Hong with a smile, "Your cat has rebelled." Put the cat down and walk into the house with him.

On the porch, Mynah greeted them with a high voice: "The moon is shining brightly!"

Zhuang Jing answered in his heart, and suddenly remembered that Jin Hong is a big fan of the movie, is this another proof that he is Zai Hong?

Looking at Jin Hong, he fell down on the sofa with a tired face.

Zhuang Jing followed in: "I'll find you a thermometer to measure your temperature, don't be careless."

Jin Hong stood up: "Don't bother you, I will find it myself."

Zhuang Jing hurried to support him: "Stop moving, this is on the verge of falling."

In the end, it was Zhuang Jing who helped Jin Hong take out the medicine box and handed him the thermometer.

While he was measuring again, Zhuang Jing went to the kitchen to boil another pot of hot water.

Jin Hong's temperature is really not low. Zhuang Jing took the thermometer and checked it, it was 38.5 degrees.

While watching, he put the back of his hand on Jin Hong's forehead, then went back to try his own, frowned and said, "I really have a fever, or I'd better send you to the hospital."

Jin Hong stared at him blankly, and said after a while, "I don't want to go to the hospital."

Zhuang Jing said: "I see that your face is burning red. You should go to bed and lie down after taking the medicine. If the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, you must see a doctor."

Jin Hong said in a nasal and hoarse voice: "Xiao Jing, I'm not feeling well all over, can you help me make a cup of medicine?"

Seeing Jin Hong's weak appearance, Zhuang Jing couldn't bear to refuse.Covering him with a blanket, he took the bupleurum granules into the kitchen, took out a white porcelain bowl to make the medicine, and stirred it evenly with a spoon.

The medicine was still too hot, he glanced out the window, it was already dark.

If he leaves at this time, Jin Hong must drink medicine on an empty stomach and then go to bed, which is not good.Fever consumes a lot of energy, and some water and food supplements are needed.

Forget it, a good person will do it to the end and send the Buddha to the west, no matter who Jin Hong is, even if he is only his own chairman, he should not leave now as an artist of his company.

Zhuang Jing opened the refrigerator, and the freezer compartment was empty. It seemed that he could only cook white porridge for Jin Hong.

After scooping up the rice with a bowl, Zhuang Jing faced the rice cooker again, how did the porridge cook?

That day, Sheng Muhuai only taught him how to use the rice cooker to cook rice. Presumably cooking porridge means adding more water...Modern appliances are easy to use, so Zhuang Jing added twice as much water to Mili as the last time, and pressed "cook" porridge" mode, and took the medicine out of the kitchen with satisfaction.

Jin Hong asked, "Why have you been there for so long?"

Zhuang Jing was a little embarrassed: "I even cooked porridge for you. What, you drink the medicine first, and then go back to your room to rest. I'll wait in the living room, and I'll call you when the porridge is ready."

Jin Hong took a deep look at Zhuang Jing, drank the medicine in two gulps, got up and walked to the kitchen.

"What are you doing there? Didn't I tell you to go back to sleep?" Zhuang Jing hurriedly followed behind him.

Jin Hong first checked the condition of the rice cooker, then bent down and took out two big Wangfu buns from the freezer, and put them into the electric steamer: "You haven't eaten, the white porridge is tasteless, and I have no food here, so I'm wronging you. "

"Oh, don't worry about me, I can order takeaway by myself." Zhuang Jing sent Jin Hong out of the kitchen: "Don't worry, I will still watch the fire, I won't blow up your kitchen, you should lie down under the covers, remember Cover the quilt well!"

Jin Hong walked up the stairs, held the doorknob of the bedroom, and said to Zhuang Jing who was watching him from the bottom of the stairs: "Don't go, wake me up in an hour, okay?"

Why is this person quite good at asking when he is sick? Zhuang Jing smiled and said, "Okay, don't worry, I'll bring the porridge to your room later?"

Jin Hong's heart moved, he nodded, and entered the house.

Jin Hong left, and Zhuang Jing sat alone in Jin Hong's living room, with sesame seeds in his arms, and took out his mobile phone.

I have to say that Jin Hong's sofa is spacious and flexible, two people can lie side by side, and it is quite comfortable to lie on it.

I haven't looked at my phone much for seven days, and I feel like I'm going to be isolated from the world.

Open Weibo, the hot search is #生生不气不易嘎#, #萧明焦天价加入#.

Xiao Mingran?Isn't it the movie king who looked very similar to himself when he participated in "The Evolution of Actors"?This seems to be his first TV series after he moved to the film industry. I don't know how the results are.

Zhuang Jing curiously opened the first entry, which contained some clips captured by the marketing account.

Endless Life is a story about the warring states period. The scenes are all large-scale production and investment, but even Zhuang Jing, who is familiar with the history of the pre-Qin period, feels that the story is scattered and the meaning of the lines is unclear.

The promotional video gave Xiao Mingran a lot of close-ups, but he had a cold face and a deep tone of tongue, which is really unbelievable.

Click on the comments, the above are full of fans' comments, but the comments of passers-by below are overwhelming: [Unintelligible], [Fall asleep five times after watching it for 3 minutes], [The director is still pushing on the Internet, why is your film so bad? Should we blame our audience? 】【Does Su Qin know that he went to a country to find an ambiguous gay friend? Good guy, is this lobbying other countries, or the basic version of "Qianlong Jiangnan"? ], [There are still hundreds of millions of dollars in salary, I don't deserve it, I'm really sour. 】【Brother Xiao Yi is awesome! 】Follow the comments and click on the video of a well-known venomous up-talker on Xiaopozhan. The title is: "The film king goes down to the world to make money and face the ground? Talk about the importance of an actor's ability to choose a script after leaving a good agent."

The master up first criticized the plot of "Endless Life", and he could feel his mouth frothing on the other side of the screen: "Su Qin's life is already a legend, why do you need to remake it indiscriminately? You Is it Su Qin, or is it Jack Su in Su Qin's skin? And those rhetoric with loopholes in logic everywhere, Zhang Yi would wake up laughing after hearing it. If Su Qin is still alive, he will definitely wash your face with saliva.

The director said that the audience doesn't understand history, and I said you beep-beep-outrageous.Some fans said that the show's Fu Hua Dao restores history, and Su Qin's flowing hair restores a hammer history.

Are there no screenwriters in China who can write good scripts?No, it’s just that everyone from investors to screenwriters to actors is kitsch and vulgar. They look after money and think that selling meat can make a profit. I’m here to watch the content. If I want to watch meat, can’t I look for action movies? "

He also commented on Xiao Mingran:

"I don't know why the actor started to lose his head after leaving the original company. He dared to accept such a bad book. Maybe no one can refuse the lethality of hundreds of millions of dollars. I don't know if the hundreds of millions of dollars is It's all in the hands of the actor, and it's still used for things related to cleaning banknotes. Anyway, we don't dare to say, and we don't dare to ask."

"In any case, the choice of a certain actor to lower his status this time proves that he and the new team have no ability to choose a good script, and it may also cut off his own way out."

Although the main mouth of up is very poisonous, it is really funny, and the number of clicks has soared to 200 million.

Zhuang Jing also seriously thought about how many zeros must be behind [-] million, and how much purchasing power it could cover before.For some actors, money is easier to earn than gold coupons.

If he pays hundreds of millions for a movie...or say goodbye, no matter how superb the performance is, it doesn't seem to be worth the price, it will only make him sleepless at night.

While thinking, suddenly music sounded from the gate.

The access control system lit up a faint white light.

Zhuang Jing quickly turned off the video, walked to the door, and saw a familiar face displayed on the screen.

His facial features are seven or eight points similar to Palm Red's, his handsome silhouette, a smoke gray long coat and a white scarf.

Zhuang Jing was startled, isn't this Xiao Mingran?

The author has something to say: Zhuang Jing doesn't need a salary of hundreds of millions, anyway, as long as you open your mouth, all your husband's money will be yours.