dear dreamer

Later, Xu Zhiyang was surprised when he heard something related to Fang Zhongyi from Zhong Xing.

He thought that a person like Zhong Xing should be clean and tidy emotionally, but he didn't expect such a sloppy passage.

Zhong Xing told Xu Zhiyang many things.

He has been a poor sleeper and has trouble falling asleep.Fang Zhongyi and his schedule are inconsistent. When living together, Zhong Xing was often woken up by him in a light sleep, listening to his new works.

Those were some good songs, but Zhong Xing insisted on listening to them most of the time, wondering how long it would take before he could go back to sleep.

Fang Zhongyi loves seafood very much, so Zhong Xing eats it with him.He said that Fang Zhongyi probably never knew that I didn't like fish.He also talked about the past of being cheated and betrayed, understatement.

Zhong Xing spoke seriously, and Xu Zhiyang listened seriously.They sat in the sun and chatted peacefully.

Xu Zhiyang couldn't see the slightest regret and reluctance on Zhong Xing's face.But in his deliberately indifferent voice and narrative, he still senses the influence of his predecessor.

Xu Zhiyang felt that it was difficult for him to compete with him, which made him very sad.

Zhong Xing asked him why he didn't like to talk when he was having sex.

Xu Zhiyang did what he said, and said what he said.

He doesn't like to talk, but he likes to tease Zhong Xing.Zhong Xing was pressed on the bed by him, and smiled helplessly.

"You're not such a silent person... Take it easy!" Zhong Xing grabbed his hand, "You...you shouldn't be [-] centimeters..."

"Are you sure?" Xu Zhiyang asked him.

Zhong Xing hummed a few times, stopped talking, and instead bit his arm very hard.

Although the tooth marks remained, but wearing a white coat, nothing can be seen.Xu Zhiyang likes the marks Zhong Xing left on his body, bite marks, scratch marks, or other marks.This made him feel that between himself and this person, there was a secret that no one else could participate in.

He is indeed not a very silent person.But Xu Zhiyang didn't know what to communicate with Zhong Xing in bed.While he was working hard, he felt that it was inappropriate to keep silent, so he asked Zhong Xing if this was okay, and if it was comfortable.

Zhong Xing didn't answer him, and focused on rubbing the bite marks on his arm.

Xu Zhiyang felt that Zhong Xing liked this very much.

At least he likes himself in bed.Xu Zhiyang felt a little frustrated, but also a little happy.

"...Stop kissing." Zhong Xing said, "It's all sweat."

Xu Zhiyang touched his sweat-drenched hair, and even liked the wet ends.He hugged Zhong Xing and rubbed against his ear, like a pet eager to be comforted.

Zhong Xing was obviously not a particularly qualified host.He rarely responded to Xu Zhiyang, but he would not reject his intimacy.

Xu Zhiyang wanted to ask him that we have been trying for so long, do you like me?

He still didn't dare.

On this day, Xu Zhiyang still happily finished his morning work, holding a newspaper and eating in the cafeteria while reading it.

The news of Deng Tingge's accident was reported extensively on the entertainment page.Xu Zhiyang was still biting a spare rib in his mouth, and quickly scanned the text at a speed of ten lines at a glance, and finally saw Zhong Xing's name.

"It is reported that after the accident, Zhong Xing and Deng Tingge's manager arrived in Kunming by private plane. Although they have arrived at the hospital, Zhong Xing refused to disclose any information. Under the press of the reporter, Zhong Xing said that tomorrow..."

Xu Zhiyang remembered Deng Tingge, and he also knew that Deng Tingge was the most important actor in Zhong Xing's studio, so he immediately put down the newspaper and chopsticks, spat out the ribs, and called Zhong Xing.

Zhong Xing finally picked up the call until after get off work in the afternoon.

At that time, Xu Zhiyang's cell phone was almost out of battery.

Zhong Xing briefly told him about Deng Tingge's problem.He was worried and asked Xu Zhiyang what serious consequences would be caused if his spine was damaged.Xu Zhiyang told him, what will happen to the less serious ones, and what will happen to the most serious ones.He tried his best to seek truth from facts, but Zhong Xing roared angrily: "Can you comfort people?!"

Xu Zhiyang was at a loss for words.

The two were silent for a while, Zhong Xingke politely said thank you, I will contact you when I go back.

After speaking, he hung up the phone.Xu Zhiyang stood holding his phone for a while, then ran to the director and asked, "I still have one week of annual leave, right?"

The next morning, he called Zhong Xing as soon as he got off the plane.As usual, Zhong Xing didn't answer.Xu Zhiyang felt that Zhong Xing might be angry.

He took a taxi to the hospital, and saw a considerable number of reporters and such photographic and video equipment outside the hospital.Xu Zhiyang entered the hospital unhindered, dressed in casual clothes and holding a handbag in his hand.

He remembered that Zhong Xing told him that Deng Tingge was still in the intensive care unit, so he searched all the way there.While being interrogated in the corridor, Zhong Xing happened to come out from the corner.

"Hi." Xu Zhiyang called to him.

Zhong Xing: "..."

Looking back later, Xu Zhiyang felt that there was a little surprise in Zhong Xing's eyes at that time.

Although the information he brought was not much, it was very useful.

Xu Zhiyang used his contacts to contact several neurology authorities through teachers and directors.Zhong Xing handed him the copied medical records.

"I'm a surgeon, so I can't give you any more advice." Xu Zhiyang said, "Just wait for my news."

He also had to fly to Shanghai with his medical records to find those experts. After some twists and turns, he lost his vacation for that week.

Before Xu Zhiyang left, he carefully instructed Luo Hengqiu and Deng Tingge's parents about some things that must be paid attention to.He talked for a while, and seeing the sad faces of the two old men, he said a few more words of comfort.

When leaving, Zhong Xing said that I would see you off, but Xu Zhiyang refused.

"Your goal is too eye-catching." Xu Zhiyang put the medical records neatly into the handbag, "I can go by myself, no one knows me."

He was about to say goodbye when Zhong Xing suddenly took his hand.

Xu Zhiyang was shocked.Zhong Xing rarely takes the initiative like this.Even in his impression, this was the first time Zhong Xing took the initiative to hold him since the two of them "tried".

"What's wrong?" he asked gently.

Zhong Xing hesitated to speak, a little embarrassment appeared on his delicate face.

Xu Zhiyang hugged him.

"I'm leaving and I have to catch a plane." He said, "Remember to contact me when you go back."

Xu Zhiyang felt a little better when he left.He couldn't stop thinking about Deng Tingge's situation, as well as Zhong Xing's movement of holding hands before he left.

He doesn't have much experience in love, but he is keenly aware that his status may be a little different.

After Deng Tingge returned home from the hospital, Xu Zhiyang and Zhong Xing often visited him.Luo Hengqiu faithfully followed Xu Zhiyang's instructions, and even learned some massage techniques from him.Xu Zhiyang said that learning massage is not as good as learning Chinese medicine, and later introduced a massage master to Luo Hengqiu.

Zhong Xing never asked him why he was so nice to Deng Tingge and Luo Hengqiu.But both Deng Tingge and Luo Hengqiu really liked Xu Zhiyang, and it was also the first time that Zhong Xing understood that it was such a pleasure for his partner to be accepted by his friends.

Interacting with Xu Zhiyang makes people feel relaxed and happy.He hardly felt any pressure: someone cared about him, someone loved him, someone thought about many things for him, Zhong Xing even felt a little uneasy.

Because to him, Xu Zhiyang was too kind.

Xu Zhiyang not only treats himself well, but also treats his friends and important work partners with all his heart.This kind of smoothness and maturity makes Zhong Xing feel almost no pressure, and Xu Zhiyang's smoothness is also smooth and measured, which makes people feel comfortable and not obtrusive.Even a picky and tricky person like Luo Hengqiu would tell Xu Zhiyang something like "Come and play when you have time".

Luo Hengqiu told Zhong Xing that you should be well after being ill for so long.Don't think too much, if you eat too much bad things, you will definitely not get used to good things.

When preparing for "Evaporation", Xu Zhiyang happened to be away on a business trip for a month.He claimed to carry the hope of neurosurgery on his shoulders, and he would go to another hospital for further study.Zhong Xing didn't take it seriously, so let's go, and continued to lie on the table to draw the storyboard after speaking.

But after a week of insomnia he couldn't take it anymore.

When Xu Zhiyang received his angry call, he was playing outside with his new colleagues.

"Doesn't it mean that you are on holiday every day?" Zhong Xing asked, "Aren't you coming back?"

Xu Zhiyang hummed, and couldn't help showing a sly smile on his face.

Zhong Xing talked nonsense for more than half an hour, but in the end he still didn't say anything like wanting to see him.Xu Zhiyang said goodbye to his colleagues after hanging up the phone, and bought a ticket to go back.

Entering each other's homes is already a very natural thing.When Xu Zhiyang arrived, Zhong Xing hadn't come back yet. He cleaned up the house for him, cooked some food, and then sat leisurely on the sofa to watch TV.

After Zhong Xing returned home, he just stayed in the entrance for a while.

"I'm back." Xu Zhiyang said with a smile, "Come here, I learned some new massage methods."

Zhong Xing changed his shoes with a displeased face, took off his coat, turned around and stared at him: "Aren't you not coming back?"

"I want to see you and I'm back." Xu Zhiyang said flatly, "Aren't you welcome?"

"Not welcome." Zhong Xing sat on the sofa, twisting his neck, "I'm exhausted, give me a massage."

Xu Zhiyang only pressed it for a while, his head tilted, and he fell asleep.

It seemed that he had slept for a long time and slept very deeply. When Zhong Xing woke up, he saw the sunlight coming in through the curtains, caressing warmly on the quilt.

Xu Zhiyang sat beside him flipping through a book, resting one hand on his head, rubbing his hair.

In a trance, Zhong Xing felt that life was so good, Xu Zhiyang was so good, and he would no longer be troubled by the pain of the past.Serious illness requires strong medicine, and Xu Zhiyang is his strong medicine: he corrected his understanding of the inequality between giving and rewarding.

Zhong Xing grabbed his hand and whispered, "Welcome."

Xu Zhiyang didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Zhong Xing refused to repeat, quickly got up and found a few notebooks from his bag.

"It's for you." He said, "Treasure it, don't lose it."

Xu Zhiyang opened the pages in a daze, and laughed after reading a few pages.

"...Don't you like it?" Zhong Xing looked at him depressedly, wanting to snatch the notebook back, "If you don't like it, return it to me, and you can sell any page for money."

"I like it." Xu Zhiyang refused to let him snatch it back, "How did you get so many autographs? Who are the last few? I can't recognize them because the writing is too tedious."

"Can't recognize it? Xu Zhiyang, are you Ye Gonghaolong?" Zhong Xing pointed to him, "Isn't this the signature of that handsome Hollywood guy you like, Jefferson? And this, it's in Russian, and I gave it in English and Russian You signed two, the protagonist of the spy movie you watched last time..."

Xu Zhiyang hugged him and pressed him on the sofa.

Zhong Xing: "...don't do it."

"How long have you been collecting?" Xu Zhiyang asked him, "I can recognize so many people."

He kissed Zhong Xing on the mouth.Zhong Xing stared at him for a while, then slowly said: "You don't have to worry about this. If there is any one you like that you haven't signed, tell me, and I will help you get an autograph next time you meet me. "

Xu Zhiyang thought for a while and asked, "Can you sign one yourself?"

Zhong Xing: "..."

Xu Zhiyang: "The one I like, but I haven't signed it, it's you."

Zhong Xing: "Fuck...get out, you...you are too scary."

He thought to himself, how could he have thought that this doctor, with his rigorous and abstinent expression, should be a rigid and dull person?

Xu Zhiyang: "Sign or not, sign or not?"

Zhong Xing: "...don't sign!"

(End of extra episode)