It turns out that idols also have a crush on me [entertainment circle]

The little assistant in charge of following the itinerary felt that Liang Yuanxing was very remarkable.

Flying around in major cities, the schedule is already full, and sometimes I don’t sleep all night, and my eyes are bloodshot, but as long as I wake up, I will always be full of energy.

"You wait for me here, it's hard work."

"No, there is a place to sit over there, you go over there, I'll go to the rehearsal first!"

The halo in the field hit their faces, and when they looked up and saw Liang Yuanxing's smile, his own fatigue was also dispelled.

But I don't know if it was his illusion, the moment Liang Yuanxing put away his smile and turned around, the little assistant saw the deep tiredness and pain on his face.

Liang Yuanxing thought, to do a good job in the matter in front of him, even if he is not in a good state, he can't let anyone down.

The stage lights were facing him, his eyes were slightly dizzy, and his eyes were blurred for a moment, but after he regained his composure, he waved to the camera teacher not far away and said with a smile: "Get ready."

The circular stage was slowly rising, and Liang Yuanxing suddenly felt that the soles of the shoes prepared for him by the program crew were a little slippery, obviously not suitable for the material of the stage, but he didn't have any movements, he just needed to walk down the prop spiral ladder.

The spiral ladder of the prop group was attached to the edge of the circular stage, and the accompaniment started, but he didn't stop.

Halfway through the singing, he stepped on the spiral ladder with half of his foot, and he hadn't stood still. Just as his back foot stepped on the ground, the round platform behind him suddenly fell straight down.

His whole figure was like a puppet with broken strings hanging in mid-air, and there was only one thought in his mind in the blink of an eye: don't fall backwards, you will die.

The gasped gasps of the audience were drowned out by the instant whistling wind, and when the stage fell to the bottom, there was a piercing and frightening roar.

Liang Yuanxing leaned back to the left, protecting his head with his left hand, and fell heavily on the ground, his eyes darkened, his cheeks were cold, and his finger joints suddenly lost strength as if they had been smashed.

The hissing tinnitus that he would hear when he was insomnia for days came up again, blocking his hearing.But amidst the din of the audience, he still heard a thin and crisp voice.

Clothing with loose pockets for rehearsals.

A medicine bottle with rose cufflinks rolled out of it.

With his right hand, Liang Yuanxing fumbled around Zhou Yitong, and finally caught the medicine bottle that almost slipped out of sight.

The staff on the stage finally came together. In fact, Liang Yuanxing couldn't hear what they were saying at all, but after finally opening his eyes, he replied in unison to the noisy questions around him: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Can't hear who said "I'm sorry", it may be the staff operating the stage lift.Liang Yuanxing couldn't see where he was, so he closed his eyes and said in one direction: "I don't blame everyone, there must be accidents on the stage."

He tried his best to smile, but he didn't know whether he was smiling or not. The medical staff at the scene showed him his injuries, helped him to lie down and rest, and waited for the ambulance to arrive.

Liang Yuanxing stayed up all night last night. After falling down, he couldn't stay awake at all. He fell asleep after lying down for a long time. When he arrived at the hospital, he finally regained clarity.

The little assistant who was about the same age as him was beside him, his eyebrows were knit together, and he was almost crying with worry.

The sleeves are rolled up, and the whole arm is covered with mottled blue-red.

"Xing Xing, you have slept for more than four hours...do you still hurt?"

Liang Yuanxing hurriedly said: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt, don't you think I'm awake?"

The left arm bears the weight of his sudden fall from a height of several meters. Even if it is only a flesh injury, it is false to say that it does not hurt.

However, with someone beside him, Liang Yuanxing always wanted to smile to make him happy, but instead he became even more tired.

"Don't be sad, the doctor said it's fine, and the performance costumes are all long-sleeved, you can wear gloves for the official performance tomorrow, you won't be able to see it."

The little assistant managed to hold back her tears: "Then you eat some chopped fruit first... I'll go buy you food now."

"In the middle of the night, is there any restaurant open?"

"some."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

He was the only one left in the quiet and empty ward.

The turbulent emotions pressed against his chest, and the skin on his arm was pulled lightly like a tongue of fire.

He looked through the WeChat friend list one by one.

Parents, friends inside and outside the circle, the names slipped past his eyes one by one, but he couldn't tell them, always afraid that his troubles would disturb them.

In the end, he clicked on the top of the screen and saw the person who had been placed on top.Liang Yuanxing read the new news, dialed the phone, and then hung up quickly because he was afraid of being annoying.

But the other party called him back immediately.

Seeing the words "Zhao Boli" on the screen, his nose was so sore, and after connecting, he endured it for a long time to keep the tears from falling.

"Zhao……"

"It hurts."

"The stage is so high, it hurts to fall... woo woo."

……

A few hours ago, Zhao Boli saw the hot search, didn't even look at the details, first asked the driver to pick him up and rushed to the airport, and booked the earliest ticket on the way.

He asked Liang Yuanxing on WeChat: [Where do you live at night? 】

There were few people at the airport, and there were only a few people in the VIP lounge. He found a corner and clicked on the video.

The source of the video is probably the staff of the program group, who didn't dare to release the stage props during the rehearsal, and only captured the details of Liang Yuanxing's fall.

In the video, Liang Yuanxing hugged his head and curled up in pain, and his mood also tightened.

The next moment, Liang Yuanxing half-opened his eyes with difficulty, rummaged desperately for something on the ground with his thin hands, and finally grabbed a small white bottle.The shape and size are very familiar. It is the sleeping aid that Liang Yuanxing often puts in the bedside table.

It’s okay to put it in the suitcase, why carry the medicine bottle with you, and even put it in your pocket for rehearsal?

He obviously couldn't fall asleep while taking medicine, but he cherished it as if there was a life-saving straw in the bottle.

Today, March [-]th, a thin layer of snow fell outside. There was a gift box in Zhao Boli's suitcase. He usually doesn't pay attention to the details of life, but today he opened his luggage repeatedly to make sure the box was still there.

Manager Li Zhao bombarded him with several voice messages: [Ancestor, where did you go in the middle of the night?Don't you know that you have an event in Yanjing tomorrow? ! 】

Zhao Boli: [Push it for me. 】

Li Zhao: 【That's your Zhao family's social event! ! !How can I push it for you if it is not a commercial activity in the circle! ! ! 】

Zhao Boli: [Oh, then I will push it myself. 】

Li Zhao: 【Are you looking for Xiaoliang again? 】

Zhao Boli: [Smart, as expected of my manager. 】

Li Zhao: […]

There were not many people in the business class, and the passengers passing by in the aisle were surprised and whispered when they saw him.

After landing, he hadn't heard from Liang Yuanxing yet, so he could only call and ask the person in charge of the program group.

When Liang Yuanxing called, he was already downstairs in the hospital.

The phone on the other side just rang and hung up, cautiously as if trying to test something.

Zhao Boli dialed back without hesitation.

Apart from filming, he rarely heard Liang Yuanxing cry, his gentle and crisp voice endured his sadness, and slowly melted his calm posture through the phone.

"I'm already downstairs in the hospital."

"Ah? You, aren't you in Yanjing..."

"Wait for me five minutes."

Zhao Boli went upstairs, met the house number of the single ward, and knocked on the door.

The faint smell of disinfectant and medicine in the ward rushed into the nostrils. Under the white wall lay a young man as thin as a piece of paper, holding his mobile phone and looking out the door in amazement.

Zhao Boli put the luggage aside, thought it was very mysterious and took out the gift box from behind, considering that Liang Yuanxing fell on his hand, he opened it for him.

A brand of white chocolate biscuits from Dongyang has become more and more popular in recent years. He doesn't understand the reason, but guesses that people a few years younger than him, like Liang Yuanxing's age group, should love it.

"Today is White Day. I heard that you children like to eat this."

Unexpectedly, the momentary surprise on Liang Yuanxing's face quickly collapsed.

"Do you really think I'm a child?"

how is this possible.

Just seeing Liang Yuanxing's reddish eyes, the gleam of water in his eye sockets, and his tightly biting lips, he had to resist the urge to kiss him.

Because he can imagine, so he didn't want others to see that costume.

But Zhao Boli wanted to tease him deliberately, he stroked his hair and said, "No matter how old you grow up, you will still be younger than me."

The little assistant bought dinner and went back to the ward. He almost stuttered when he opened the door. After realizing it, he bowed again and again, and the takeaway bag in his hand shook with the frequency of his bowing.

"Hello Director Zhao Zhao Zhao Zhao!!! I've heard of you for a long time!!! It's an honor!!! But you never said you were coming..."

Looking at it again, Liang Yuanxing, who was smiling and comforting him just now, is now aggrieved as if he had just cried. While taking a few bites of the takeaway box with difficulty, he still did not forget to look up at Zhao Boli.

"I won't let you look at me like a child."

"Okay."

The little assistant hadn't been in contact with Liang Yuanxing for a long time, but he could also hear his serious tone, as if he had made some major determination.

However, Director Zhao Da's tone was relaxed and he didn't take it seriously.

He was about to change the subject, but Liang Yuanxing said angrily, "I'm going to choose that costume."

"I told you it's not for you."

"If you don't wear it once, you still treat me like a child."

"Is it because Zhuo Tiankuo likes it?"

"What's the relationship with Mr. Zhuo?"

"You still say I'm pretending to be stupid, don't you do the same?"

"It's no match for you."

As he said that, Zhao Boli also seemed awkward: "Your Mr. Zhuo's next program is coming, you can't wait too long."

In just a few minutes, he could see that one was blunt and blunt, the other was stubborn and sensitive, and the two were not on the same channel at all.

Help, is this awkward kindergarten kid really Liang Yuanxing?

Help, Director Zhao's tone was sour.

Just as he was thinking, Liang Yuanxing finally turned his head and smiled at himself: "Thank you, Xuetian has worked so hard for you to go to buy food."

It's as if he gets along day and night as a life assistant, and the sensible, worry-free, considerate, and strong Liang Yuanxing is back.

And for the next ten minutes, Zhao Boli supported Liang Yuanxing's back, unwrapped the takeaway, handed tissues, and did everything he did as an assistant.

The little assistant shuddered and almost choked.Does Zhao Boli take care of people?Why is this picture so sweet and weird?

But he didn't dare to speak, and shouted for help in his heart, he only dared to interject on the way back to the hotel after going through the formalities: "Director Zhao, we only booked one room, where do you sleep?"

However, Zhao Boli arrived at the hotel lobby, took out his credit card and directly booked the most expensive room.

The little assistant slept alone in the original room.

In the elevator, watching the lingering and awkward backs of the two leave, he finally couldn't help typing a line on WeChat.

[Sister Lulu, Xingxing and Director Zhao are not dating, are they? ! 】