Listen to the song to know the beauty

When Miao Yu was at a loss for words, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and thin figure walked in quickly.

Miao Yu was overjoyed: saved!

The visitor is well-dressed and has good features. The only surprising thing is that his eyes are slender, a bit like a fox, but he wears a pair of thin-rimmed silver glasses on his straight nose, so that natural smile turns into a cold stare , just like the posture of a business elite.

It's just that he was empty-handed, and he didn't seem to have the consciousness to visit the patient. As soon as he came in, he folded his arms and asked the only patient: "Jingzhi, how did you promise me before joining the group?"

His tone was not heavy, and his expression was half a smile, not a smile, but he didn't look very unhappy, but the relaxed atmosphere in the ward instantly calmed down.

Ye Jingzhi's face moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he hesitated to speak, and just lowered his eyes and said, "Sorry."

The visitor was naturally the biggest victim of Ye Jingzhi's illness, Producer Yan.

The two sat and stood silently, splitting two completely different auras, and the scene was once very embarrassing.

Miao Yu knew at a glance that this was a fight between gods, and it was better for him to wait for mortals to avoid it, so he simply found an excuse to slip out, and when he came back happily drinking a glass of juice, he happened to hear Yan Jing outside the door. Throwing a sentence coldly: "...I don't care about it, it's just that there are flowers that need to be folded..." He said with a smile as he walked out, bumped into Miao Yu head-on, and smiled at him with ease, his eyes wide open. They were all bent over, and the sight through the silver-rimmed glasses was particularly meaningful, making Miao Yu inexplicably feel like someone had been scanned by X-rays.

He entered the room in a daze, and saw Ye Jingzhi leaning on the hospital bed, holding his temple with one hand, and seemed to have a headache.

Miao Yu asked concerned: "Ms. Ye, are you okay?"

Ye Jingzhi didn't speak, but shook his head.

He also used the honorific title this time. He was afraid that Ye Jingzhi would ask him again, but after Yan Jing left, he seemed to have become quieter, and the previous topic was no longer brought up. Miao Yu secretly heaved a sigh of relief. , At the same time, I felt some loss faintly, as if the distance between myself and this person had become further away.

This slightly weird atmosphere lasted until Fang Jia came over. He was used to Ye Jingzhi's reticence, and while spreading out the things he brought, he chatted with Miao Yu familiarly.

Seeing that Miao Yu was a little out of control, he said with concern: "I really troubled you yesterday, brother Miao, didn't you have a good rest last night? Brother Yan appointed me to stay at the hospital today, why don't you go back to rest early today?"

Miao Yu just wanted to say no, he can stay and help, but Ye Jingzhi nodded in agreement, and said softly to him, "Yesterday...thank you."

Similarly, Miao Yu understood what he meant this time without him needing to say it out.

You go back first.

At that moment, his heart felt like being pricked by a needle, and it hurt quickly and sharply.

Miao Yu, who had always been big-hearted, was stunned for a moment by the pain, and then forced out a smile: "Ah, hahahaha, you're welcome, it's all I should do... Then what, then I will Let's go first, don't stay here to cause trouble for you."

Ye Jingzhi closed her eyes and said nothing, but Fang Jia said sincerely: "Don't say that, thanks to you yesterday..."

Miao Yu probably knew what Fang Jia was going to say, and kept saying "no need", "should be", and left the ward as if fleeing.

He left in such a hurry that he didn't even hear Fang Jia desperately asking him to keep him for dinner. Fang Jia had to put back the bowl and chopsticks of the third person who had taken out, wondering secretly.

Ye Jingzhi silently watched his movements. The blanket that Miao Yu had put up last night was still beside him, and the costume of "Han Chunsheng" that Miao Yu wore to the hospital was still thrown on it. He woke up in the afternoon Because he thought the hospital was hot, he only wore a close-fitting T-wrapped down jacket, but he threw the gray and bloody shirt aside.

Ye Jingzhi's gaze stayed on the glaring red patch on the cuff for a long time, as if he couldn't see the dirt, and he reached out and gently touched the dried blood stain.

Seeing this, Fang Jia recounted yesterday's events: "...When he walked to the hospital, if the nurse hadn't called him, he wouldn't have noticed his hand injury. Brother Ye, I think Brother Miao is really nice. of……"

Ye Jingzhi let out a "hmm".

Fang Jia, who was used to saying ten sentences and being answered by the boss, didn't mention how shocked and moved he was at this moment. Thinking of his costume, Miao Yu ran back but was issued face to face. The complex emotions in Miao Yu's heart have manifested into expressions, =口= Land surfaced on the face!

Before the words finished, the protagonist in the story appeared at the door. Even if it was a compliment, Fang Jia was embarrassed for a second.Miao Yu is always a person who is afraid of embarrassment, so he forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't take my costume until I walked out of the hospital..."

Ye Jingzhi handed him the dirty shirt, and Miao Yu took it with both hands. For some reason, he felt suddenly awkward in front of Ye Jingzhi. This time, he didn't even say hello. Gone like ass on fire.

Fang Jia, who once again called him to stay for dinner, and was ignored again, finally saw something strange, made up his mind to keep his mouth shut, and decided not to say anything before the boss asked questions.It wasn't until he was setting the tableware that there was still a bottle of juice on the bedside table that was only half a glass left. He was about to take it away when Ye Jingzhi suddenly looked over.

Fang Jia thought it was his, and asked, "Are you still drinking?"

Ye Jingzhi's gaze was fixed for a second, then he looked away as if nothing had happened, and said softly, "Throw it away."

……

As for feelings, Miao Yu really didn't know much about them.

No family members praised him. Although there were female classmates who confessed their love during school, they were rejected by him because they had no special feelings. They had no foundation in college. Below average.After four years in college, I relied on my own hard work to catch up, and finally acted as the leading actor in the graduation drama, and signed a big company.

It's a relatively ordinary life. If you insist on classifying it as a TV series, it can barely be regarded as an inspirational drama.

The kind that has no emotional lines!

At this age, he had his first heart-wrenching person, but he was an unattainable object.Miao Yu has a big heart since he was a child, and he quickly accepted the reality. He quickly conceived and accepted the possibility of going down with a single arrow. The purpose of his behavior is also very simple. Don't expect anything in return.

So, when he found out that he was actually not needed by that person, even though he knew it was normal, he couldn't help feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

He walked slowly in the gentle sunset twilight, habitually wanting to slowly digest those low emotions, when Luan Gang's call finally came late.

Miao Yu thought he was going to ask Ye Jingzhi about it, but Luan Gang didn't mention a word, but asked nervously, "You're not on Weibo, are you?"

"Nope," Miao Yu said in confusion, "Isn't this Teacher Ye's illness? Did everyone know about it on Weibo?"

As soon as Luan heard his reaction, he knew that he was still covered, and instantly regretted calling him, so he could only say, "That's not true."

For some reason, Miao Yu breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of Luan's tone just now, and said blackly: "What's going on? Could it be that I was hacked again?"

"...Hehe. It doesn't count. Anyway, don't go on Weibo for now. I'm afraid you'll be tricked by tricks. It's best for us not to speak about this." Luan Gang smiled dryly and hung up the phone quickly.

As an agent, he also wanted to know why!

Seeing that this is not popular yet, Miao Yu has not even broadcast a TV series that can be called the leading role. Apart from the recent popularity related to Ye Jingzhi, the cover of "Lancai" was accidentally shot well. A set of pictures Turned tens of thousands, and even sold thousands of copies of the magazine, is this worthy of envy?

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Come and see!"

"[Picture] [Picture] [Picture]"

"Fortunately, I didn't agree to shoot him at the time, otherwise he would be a laughing stock in the circle now [laughs]"

"Don't hide inside and don't open the door, I know you're home.jpg"

Because Miao Yu was depressed, it was rare for him to listen to Luan Gang's words. Although he knew that he might have been hacked for no reason, at this moment, he really didn't have the interest to watch on Weibo.

However, his mobile phone was not as he wished, and it kept buzzing and vibrating in his pocket. Miao Yu was so annoyed that he was on the verge of getting angry. When he picked up his mobile phone, he wanted to change the message settings of WeChat. By the way, he even reminded Also turn off together.

But when he really opened WeChat and saw that his chat was on the top, he hesitated for a moment, swiped his fingertips back and forth on the screen a few times, and finally decided to give up.

He simply clicked on the dialog box that was still playing messages.

"Wow, you're not really filming, are you..."

"The news on your set is too closed, but I came to share the happiness with you as soon as possible [bad smile]"

"If you see this and don't reply, I believe you are really filming [picture]"

At this time, the outdoor brightness was still relatively high, and Miao Yu saw that Qiao Zhou was swiping the screen to send him a message on WeChat, and was about to reply, when a dark photo suddenly popped up in front of him, almost thinking that Qiao Zhou was here to tease him.Thinking about it, Qiao Zhou wouldn't be so boring, so he turned the phone's brightness to the highest level, and poked the big picture to barely see a face.

What the hell is this, is it that the crow has become a spirit, or that the coal has long legs?

Miao Yu pulled up. Qiao Zhou was right. This one is the most exaggerated in this group of photos. The other photos at least don't look like they have been sprayed with black paint, but this is obviously a group shot. A bad photoshoot.For an amateur like Miao Yu, he can't comment on any advanced vocabulary in terms of body or expression, and his only impression is: ugly.

He was almost amused by the crow's fine shape, so he replied "Black question mark.jpg"

Qiao Zhou was encouraged: "You really are here!"'

"Look at his effect, do you think I am true love for you [smirk]"

In fact, I didn't think the last photo was much prettier than him...

Miao Yu joined with a guilty conscience: "[Scattering Flowers.jpg][Cheers to our friendship.jpg]"

Fortunately, Qiao Zhou didn't care about his perfunctory, and he was still proud: "So it's useless to throw money at me. I take pictures because of inspiration~"

"To be honest, this shape is not too much, and the texture is also there. If you were to take the photo, it would definitely not be the current effect. It's a pity that the model... emmm, the photographer's level is not as good as mine, but I tried my best."

Miao Yu: "[No, no, no.jpg] [I think Buxing.jpg]"

"Boss, no one can hold this look, don't mess with me, and what does this have to do with me [cover face]"

"Why doesn't it have anything to do with you?" Qiao Zhou sent a voice, laughing while talking, Miao Yu managed to catch useful information in the barbell-like laughter: "It doesn't matter how did you get on the hot search?"

Miao Yu: "???"

He didn't post another emoji this time, because this classic emoji already appeared on his face.

What kind of sand sculpture hot search is this?

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