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"Oh." Zhang Qing responded vaguely, not surprisingly, he was still sore and limp and didn't want to move, he only raised his eyelids a little.

"Have a fever?" Duanmurou was a little surprised, and put the back of his hand on Zhang Qing's forehead, "It's really hot... Let's go to the hospital!"

The words "go to the hospital" made Zhang Qing raise his head, and said with some difficulty: "No, you'll be fine after a night of sleep."

"How can that be?" Zhou Nanchen frowned.

"It's okay." Zhang Qing still insisted, "I know my health well, and going to the hospital for injections will delay the schedule too much."

Zhou Nanchen's brows remained unrelenting, and his eyes were deadlocked with Zhang Qing's.

As a last resort, Zhang Qing took out his own trump card to deal with fans-trying to open his eyes wide, blinked, and slightly pursed his lips, making himself look innocent and pitiful: "I will definitely go to sleep immediately when I go back. Take medicine and insist on taking your temperature."

He could feel Zhou Nanchen's body froze obviously, and his eyes quickly moved away, "...Okay."

It's a tried-and-true way to pretend to be pitiful!

So, Duanmurou was in charge of driving the two of them to Zhou Nanchen's apartment, and Zhang Qing was scolded all the way in the car.

"You said you can't be smarter when you're on set? You can't go into the house to hide when they're adjusting the equipment. You don't know how to take care of yourself every time, as if your body is not yours!"

Zhang Qing leaned on the back seat of the car, squinting his eyes in a drowsy state, and didn't hear a word Duanmurou said.

In a daze, he felt his trouser legs being rolled up, so he opened his eyes and found that Zhou Nanchen had already rolled up one of his trouser legs above his knee.

"Is this what you mean by a little skin?" Zhou Nanchen raised his head to meet his gaze.

"Shhh." Zhang Qing shushed him a little nervously, and glanced at the driver's seat in front, but Duanmurou was still chattering endlessly, as if she didn't hear, "Hush your voice..."

Zhou Nanchen sighed.There was a large wound on Zhang Qing's knee, and blood was still oozing out.

"Hurry up, sister Rou." Zhou Nanchen raised his head and said to Duanmu Rou in the front seat.

Zhang Qing's head was in a daze, and he couldn't remember how he got out of the car.When he came back to his senses, he was already lying on the bed. Zhou Nanchen came over to help him up with a glass of water and a few pills.

"Take the medicine." Zhou Nanchen handed the cup to him.

Zhang Qing responded, took the water glass and swallowed the few pills, and then felt Zhou Nanchen stuff a cool thermometer into his armpit.

"Fold it." Zhou Nanchen said.

Zhou Nanchen was too close to him, and when he spoke, his warm breath sprayed against his ears, which made his skin crawl.

But soon he walked away again, found a small medical kit somewhere, lifted Zhang Qing's quilt, and put his hand on the waist of his trousers.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Qing was startled, and subconsciously reached out to protect her.

"Take off your pants." Zhou Nanchen's tone was as natural as talking about the weather.

"Why take off my pants?" Zhang Qing was even more shocked, and the roots of his ears turned red immediately.

"How can I apply medicine to you without taking off your pants?" Zhou Nanchen asked back.

Only then did Zhang Qing remember that there was still a bruise on his knee, but the heat on his face still did not subside, "You, you let go, I will do it myself."

Zhou Nanchen stepped aside, Zhang Qing took off his outer pants slowly, and quickly covered the part above the thighs with the quilt, Zhou Nanchen looked a little wanting to laugh.

He sat next to Zhang Qing with a medicine box in his hand, and carefully disinfected and applied medicine to the wound.Zhou Nanchen noticed that there were some faint scars near the newly scraped area.

"Does it hurt?" Zhou Nanchen asked softly.

"It's okay." Zhang Qing's mouth twitched twice, "It's not the first time anyway, it's quite normal."

Zhang Qing's calm tone made Zhou Nanchen's heart twitch.

Zhang Qing is indeed different from before. The frivolous and stubborn youth gradually precipitated into persistent courage.Zhou Nanchen was very familiar with that calm look, he was used to biting the pain into pieces and swallowing it into his stomach.

It's not the first time, so how did you live the countless times before this?

Zhou Nanchen didn't say anything else. After taking the medicine, he patted his calf to make him lie down properly, then moved a chair and sat beside him, and took a book to read.

Zhang Qing lay in a daze for a while, and turned his head to look in Zhou Nanchen's direction a little bored, unexpectedly meeting his gaze.

"Let me take a look at the thermometer." Zhou Nanchen put the book upside down on the chair, stood up and reached out to Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing obediently handed him the thermometer, and looked up at him to read the number on it.

"38 degrees 5." Zhou Nanchen frowned.

Zhang Qing smiled, "That's okay."

"It's okay, I'm almost 39." Zhou Nanchen still didn't let go of his brows, and reached out to touch Zhang Qing's forehead, "Or else go to the hospital—"

"Don't, don't." Zhang Qing sat up quickly, "It's really okay, if it doesn't work, I will ask for leave tomorrow. It's just a cold, it's not that serious."

Only then did Zhou Nanchen relax his brows slightly.

"It's normal to catch a cold while filming and it's not the first time. I have experience." Zhang Qing squinted his eyes and lay back down again, "The fever will definitely subside before noon tomorrow."

Zhou Nanchen whispered, "So sure?"

"I don't believe in betting." Zhang Qing looked at him sideways.

"Are you still in good spirits?" Zhou Nanchen tucked the corner of the quilt for Zhang Qing, "No gambling."

"Hey, why are you like this?" Zhang Qing said dissatisfied, "You bet on what is good for you, and don't bet on what is bad for you."

"Isn't it stupid to bet even knowing that it's not good for you?"

Zhang Qing was so choked that he couldn't speak.He vaguely felt that Zhou Nanchen seemed to be angry, but he couldn't figure out why he was angry.

At this moment, Van Gogh jumped onto Zhang Qing's bed with graceful catwalks, walked around the bed a few times, and then lay down next to Zhang Qing's head.

"His Majesty Van Gogh actually came here." Zhang Qing was a little surprised.

Zhou Nanchen chuckled, "I'm worried about you."

"Worried about me? Really or not." Zhang Qing looked suspiciously at Van Gogh who was yawning leisurely, "I think he might be planning to eat me when I'm cooked."

Zhou Nanchen was drinking water, and almost choked when he heard Zhang Qinglai's words.

Still have the strength to make jokes, I really think my fever is not high enough.

The medicine Zhou Nanchen gave him should have anti-fever ingredients. After lying down for a long time, Zhang Qing felt lighter and his head was not so heavy. Then he heard Zhou Nanchen speak.

"That Bai Yidong, how long will he stay on the set?"

Zhang Qing sighed, and started to feel upset when he thought of this, "I don't know, but his role is only two or three episodes, so he shouldn't stay for long."

"Did he come to this crew on purpose?" Zhou Nanchen frowned, obviously, like Zhang Qing, he also remembered Bai Yidong's call that he heard in front of the clothing store that day.

"It should be, but the problem is that I can't figure out why he would go to such lengths to come to this small team." Zhang Qing frowned, "It can't be that it's not fun to come to me, he's not stupid, this kind of thing is not worth the candle." won't do it."

Zhou Nanchen shook his head and said that he didn't know either.

"Forget it, just treat it as being bitten by a dog." Zhang Qing closed his eyes and rested his mind, "It's really surprising that Chen Lou is his fan."

"Do you feel betrayed?" Zhou Nanchen said.

"That's not the case, there is some reluctance." Zhang Qing said dryly, "But people like this, what can I say."

Zhou Nanchen just smiled, and changed the subject without a trace, "Are you hungry?"

It's fine if Zhou Nanchen doesn't say anything, but Zhang Qing feels empty when he talks about it.It was 05:30 when they finished filming, and counting the time of the return journey, it should be past seven o'clock now.

Zhou Nanchen understood Zhang Qing's expression and stood up, "Wait, I'll get you something to eat."

Zhang Qing suddenly felt that apology surged from his heart again, "It's so late, or just order a takeaway."

"The takeaway is too oily, not suitable for patients." Zhou Nanchen had already walked out of the room when he said this, "I'll get you something light, not complicated."

Zhang Qing watched Zhou Nanchen walk out of his line of sight with some depression, and the surrounding world became blurred again. He felt that the favor he owed Zhou Nanchen might never be repaid for the rest of his life.

Zhou Nanchen opened the refrigerator, took out two tomatoes and two eggs, cooked some tomato and egg noodles for Zhang Qing, and walked to his room with them.

Before entering the room, there was a terrified shout, "Zhou Nanchen!"

Zhou Nanchen was taken aback and almost spilled the noodles in his hand.He quickly walked into the room and put the noodles on the bedside table, "What's wrong?"

I saw Zhang Qing holding Van Gogh, stroking Van Gogh's stomach with his hands, with a look of horror on his face, "Zhou Nanchen! I just felt a small bump on Van Gogh's stomach, what's going on, it can't be a small tumor Bar?"

"Little lump?" Zhou Nanchen repeated.

"Yes, and there's more than one!" Zhang Qing's expression was very nervous, "I've touched two of them now, and they're still symmetrical... Damn, why are there more below!"

Zhou Nanchen heaved a sigh of relief, sat down beside Zhang Qing, picked up the noodles with chopsticks and blew them up, "Yeah."

"Hey, are you human?" Zhang Qing stared at him, "This is your cat, you don't care about his life!"

"You have small bumps too." Zhou Nanchen lowered his face and pointed to Zhang Qing's chest.

Zhang Qing was stunned for a long time and did not respond.

"It's on the chest, one left and one right." Zhou Nanchen explained patiently.

Zhang Qing was stunned for another two seconds, then suddenly came to his senses, his face turned red, "Damn it, this is his..."

Zhou Nanchen nodded and continued blowing his face.

At this moment, Zhang Qing was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury his whole body under the quilt, "I, how the hell would I know! I have never raised a cat, how could I think-"

Van Gogh finally couldn't stand being held in his arms, he groaned, kicked Zhang Qing and ran away.

"Sexual harassment." Zhou Nanchen "tsk tsk" twice, "Van Gogh paid by mistake after all."

"Shut up." Zhang Qing was ashamed and angry.

Zhou Nanchen smiled, and brought the noodles to Zhang Qing, "It's not hot anymore, let's eat."

The noodle smells very fragrant, although the ingredients are very simple, but it makes people's index finger move.Zhang Qing took the bowl and chopsticks and tasted the simple noodles. Zhou Nanchen took his own bowl and sat beside Zhang Qing's bed, eating slowly.

"Don't work tonight, go to bed early." Zhou Nanchen stacked two empty bowls together after eating, stood up and prepared to leave.

"En." Zhang Qing muffledly responded, sighed and stared at the ceiling in boredom.

Zhou Nanchen paused as he walked out, "Can't sleep?"

"Ah, it's too early now, I'm sure I won't be able to fall asleep." Zhang Qing rubbed his nose embarrassingly, and added, "But maybe I'll fall asleep after lying down for a while, it's okay."

Zhou Nanchen didn't make a sound, and put down the two bowls in his hand again, "I'll accompany you for a while, you can play with your phone for a while." He said, and sat down gently on Zhang Qing's bed.

"Really?" Zhang Qing opened his eyes wide.

"Just an hour." Zhou Nanchen stuffed the phone into Zhang Qing's arms, "It can't be any later."

Zhang Qing kept laughing while holding the phone, "Did you stay with Duanmurou for a long time, why do you look more and more like her?"

"She has money to take and I don't have money to take." Zhou Nanchen said casually.

"Oh." Zhang Qing shifted his gaze to his mobile phone screen with a smile.

In order for him to see the phone clearly, Zhou Nanchen sat very close to him.As soon as he raised his head, he could see Zhou Nanchen's face close at hand, seriously reading a thick book - "Art and Fear".

Never heard of it, just thought it was awesome.

Zhang Qing forced himself to focus on his phone, and clicked on Weibo, which he hadn't been on for a long time.

These days with bad eyesight, Duanmu Rou is on Weibo, and today he can finally come back and look through Weibo to see the heartwarming messages from his little fans.

It's just... the term idol is also a double-edged sword. Weibo is like a multi-layered hell, and the lower you go, the darker it gets.

My Weibo is always peaceful, flowers and praise can lift people to the sky.But click on the square and search for the name "Zhang Qing", and you can see all kinds of opinions.Some people like him, some people don't like him, some media are on his side, and some media are insinuating and sarcastic.

The abbreviation is the hot key to open the hell of the Internet.

——zq really shamelessly begged his name to stop appearing in front of my eyes, and shamelessly rubbed against my hot bitch!

——Zq fans pretending to be passers-by, do you want to put your face on and clean the homepage before coming here, your family is the only one that sprays manure, right? [呲牙]

——Ly fans, don’t be funny anymore, who cares who is hot? Can’t you see clearly with your dog eyes? [Doubt] [Doubt] Did someone point a gun at your brother and force him to cooperate with zq?Everyone is an actor, who is more noble than whom?

——ZQ fans are funny, ly already has a girlfriend, and the hand in hand street shoots have mentally retarded rotten girls and cancer, are you still yy?Who is it that wants to catch up on the popularity even after the drama is over?Thank you for taking Brother Yu away without an appointment.

——Zq is nothing worthy of carrying shoes for our brother?

——Who can tell me what zqly is, a football paradise?

Zhang Qing looked at the last Weibo and almost laughed out loud.

In fact, these can be regarded as his resident sunspots, and the way of swearing is the same over and over again, and he has foreseen this situation from the moment he binds with Liang Yu for marketing.

At present, these sunspots are far from affecting his public reputation, so there is no need to pay attention to them.

Zhang Qing knew that a more difficult day than now was still waiting for him.Up to now, he is still a low-level artist who relies on hype to market himself. He wants to be popular, and he wants to become popular more than anyone else.

If it is red, it means that he can receive better notebooks.Being popular means that he can really start his career as an actor, instead of spinning around in meaningless garbage ip dramas like he is now.

Sometimes Zhang Qing thinks that perhaps the days when artists and creators were respected are long gone, and he and too many young actors were not born in those days.In the hype of capital trading, Zhang Qing and Liang Yu are grasshoppers on the same rope, watched by countless pairs of eyes to see who can jump higher.

For a while, Zhang Qing often stared at himself on the screen and felt in a trance.The singing, dancing and smiling people on the screen are like soulless shells, just like Zhang Qing that all these fans or Heizi say is not himself, but a beautifully packaged, wind-up music box doll.

If you find a good angle for the camera, you can take pictures of your life in a glamorous way, post a few poses on the Internet, and there will always be people screaming praises like cult worship.In fact, most of the time, when he was alone in a room with the door closed, it was difficult for him to even breathe.