Facial Paralysis Capture Program [Entertainment]

The two sat in the ward for a while, Xia Kun raised his bandaged arm, pointed to the plastic bag that Bai Zixuan put down just now, and said, "I want to eat an apple."

Bai Zixuan took an apple from the plastic bag, peeled it skillfully, held both ends of the apple, and handed it to Xia Kun.

Xia Kun didn't move his hands, and opened his mouth wide: "Ah——"

Bai Zixuan frowned slightly: "You hurt your arm, not your hand."

Xia Kun said confidently: "My arm hurts like hell, and you let me eat the apple by myself. Are you human?"

When Bai Zixuan heard him say it hurts, he immediately softened his heart. He leaned over and put the apple near Xia Kun's lips. Xia Kun took a big bite, and fixed his eyes on Bai Zixuan's face. looking out the window.

Xia Kun took another bite, and the milky white juice from the apple flowed down Bai Zixuan's wrist. Without thinking, Xia Kun stuck out his tongue along his wrist, and gently licked off the juice that flowed there.

Bai Zixuan trembled, and a tingling electric current flowed through his wrist. He suddenly withdrew his hand and almost threw the apple away. He asked in horror, "You...what are you doing?"

Xia Kun blinked pretending to be innocent, and said, "I'm afraid that the juice will drip on the bed, so I have to lick it off." He licked his upper lip as he spoke, with an evil smile.

Bai Zixuan's face flushed instantly, and he said angrily, "Hold it yourself!"

"My arm hurts, ouch, it hurts me to death." Xia Kun played a rogue.

Bai Zixuan was so angry that he said, "Then you don't eat it." The apple in his hand was still stretched out to Xia Kun's mouth, and at the same time, he pulled a tissue with his other hand to wipe away the blood at any time. out of the juice.

Xia Kun smiled slyly, feeling as if he had grasped his incredible weakness. When eating apples, he would always touch his palm or fingertips with the tip of his tongue, which caused Bai Zixuan to tremble constantly, feeling ashamed and annoyed Every time he wanted to get angry, Xia Kun immediately put on a pitiful expression and pretended to be innocent, which made Bai Zixuan suffer a lot.

After one apple was finished, Xia Kun ate enough tofu contentedly, but Bai Zixuan let out a long breath of exhaustion, physically and mentally exhausted.

The next day, Xia Kun waited happily for Bai Zixuan to come to feed him apples again. Unexpectedly, Bai Zixuan brought a bag of shatang oranges. No juice, simple and convenient.

Xia Kun: "..."

***

In the blink of an eye, a week later, Xia Kun was discharged from the hospital smoothly. He heard from the doctor that as long as he takes good care of it later, there will be no scars, and the final knockout match of "A New Definition of Idol" is about to begin. This afternoon, they were rehearsing in the studio. It was their turn When Yan Ze came on stage, he couldn't find anyone else.

Cui Yudi saw that only Bai Zixuan was free in the backstage, so she said, "Zixuan, go outside to see if Yan Ze is there. He has been on the phone all the time. Let him come back to the rehearsal quickly."

Bai Zixuan nodded, stood up and walked out of the studio.

He walked around the perimeter and didn't see Yan Ze, but he felt that he had changed his clothes and put on makeup, so he shouldn't go far, so he walked around again, and this time he was finally at the back of the studio Yan Ze's voice was heard at the alley opposite.

Before he walked in, he heard Yan Ze's voice was very different from the past, he looked very arrogant and violent: "What the hell are you talking about? How did you promise me before? I don't care who is behind him! I want him to die Do you understand! If he bullied me, he must die! Do you just say you can do it?"

Bai Zixuan frowned slightly, stopped his feet about to step into the alley, turned around and left quickly.

Backstage at the studio, Cui Yudi saw him coming back alone, and asked, "Where's Yan Ze?"

Bai Zixuan shook his head lightly: "I didn't find it."

Cui Yudi pouted and muttered, "Where did you go, kid?"

After a while, Yan Ze came back, Bai Zixuan glanced at him quietly, and saw that the smile on his face was still well-behaved, as if the person who called in the alley just now was not him.

Cui Yudi rushed up and grabbed his arm, as if worried that Yan Ze would disappear again as soon as he let go, and asked scoldingly, "Where did you go just now? Don't you know there is a rehearsal? Let so many people wait for you!"

Yan Ze bit his lower lip aggrievedly, and immediately bowed his head to apologize: "I'm sorry, Sister Dizi," he turned to the other staff in the backstage, bowing deeply as well, "I'm sorry everyone, my father suddenly fell ill, I'm really worried I went to call to ask about the situation, I accidentally delayed everyone’s time, I’m really sorry..." Cui Yudi was already crying at the end, and she immediately softened her heart, and quickly helped Yan Ze who was still bowing, softly Said in a low voice: "Look at you, just say no to something, can we not let you call for such a big matter, how is your father now?"

Yan Ze's eyes turned red, and he murmured, "It's much better..."

"That's fine, you stabilize your mood, hurry up to rehearse, and work hard for the game tonight, and make your father happy with a good result." Cui Yudi gently stroked Yan Ze's hair.

"Well, thank you sister Dizi." Yan Ze nodded heavily, his eyes full of sincerity.

In the distance, Bai Zixuan stared at Yan Ze closely, paying close attention to every subtle expression, but he couldn't see any signs of lying on Yan Ze's face. Could it be that he really misheard just now?Isn't that person in the alley Yan Ze?

Bai Zixuan felt a little uneasy, but soon forgot about it.

***

The evening competition is about to start. In the men's dressing room, Yin Zhu and Yan Ze are reviewing the songs for the last time, only Bai Zixuan looks at the door from time to time restlessly. Waiting for someone?"

Bai Zixuan felt guilty and shook his head in panic: "No...no."

"Oh—" Yin Zhu raised his voice, leaned against the back of the chair, raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought you were waiting for Mr. Xia."

Bai Zixuan was caught off guard by someone, and a blush of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he denied it: "I didn't wait for Xia Kun."

Yin Zhu pretended to be surprised: "So you are waiting for Xia Kun, I thought you were brother Xia Zhiyuan, a makeup artist waiting to touch up our makeup."

Bai Zixuan was ashamed and annoyed, his face turned red up to the neck, he pursed his lips and couldn't say a word.

Yin Zhu was laughing so hard that at this moment, the door of the dressing room opened, and Xia Kun came in carrying two lunch boxes and a stainless steel water cup. As soon as he came in, he saw Yin Zhu laughing, and Bai Zixuan Then, as if he had done something wrong, he asked curiously: "What's the matter?"

Panting, Yin Zhu carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Brother Kun, you've finally come, the flowers Xiaobai has been waiting for are all gone."

"I told you I didn't..." Bai Zixuan's face was puffed up with anger, his blush hadn't dissipated, and he lacked the confidence to speak.

Xia Kun's eyes were narrowed with laughter, he put the lunch box and water cup on the table next to Bai Zixuan, took out a blue and white porcelain spoon and handed it to Bai Zixuan, saying: "There is a traffic jam on the road, it's a bit late, you're hungry ?”

Bai Zixuan's heart beat against his chest, and he lowered his head to look at Xia Kun's face in embarrassment.

Xia Kun opened the lid of the lunch box, pushed the millet porridge in front of Bai Zixuan and said, "Drink some porridge first and then eat milk steamed buns. I added some goji berry and yam to the porridge today. Can you taste it?"

Bai Zixuan was taken aback: "You made the porridge?"

Xia Kun nodded as a matter of course: "Of course, I have always cooked it. I was afraid that there would be gelatin in the porridge bought outside, so I boiled it myself, but the milk steamed buns were bought from the 'Haozao Fast Food' that you like. of."

Bai Zixuan couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart. He always thought that Xia Kun was a pampered son, but he didn't expect to cook porridge for him with his own hands, and insisted on cooking it for so long.

Yin Zhu rested his cheeks on his knees, looked at the two with red bubbles all over his face with a smile, and said, "I'm so envious, I'm so handsome, why doesn't anyone cook porridge for me?" , right Yan Ze?"

Yan Ze looked down at the lyrics in his hand from the beginning to the end, only raised his head when Yin Zhu called his name, and smiled unnaturally.

Bai Zixuan just finished his meal and was about to start recording the game. He was in a hurry to get on stage, but he was dragged by Xia Kun and took a few sips of honey water before rushing to the waiting area.