The actor with the actor

Shen Jing was drenched all over, her hair and clothes were dripping with water, and Cheng Yue's shirt and trousers were soaked in a large area.

The chill irritated his skin, and he ran in the wind, causing goose bumps all over his body.

It was hard for him to imagine how Shen Jing felt the moment he jumped into the water, and how he survived the past few hours.

Shen Jing hasn't had a good rest or eaten in the past few days. Xiao Li said that he has gastritis, and he is most afraid that he will suffer from the cold again.

After Shen Jing was put on the back seat to lie down, she became a little more awake.

He still has consciousness and memory, but he can't control himself at all, as if standing up suddenly after squatting for a long time, he will feel a lack of blood supply to the brain and lack of oxygen.

He knew how he got into the car...and also knew that his head was resting on Cheng Yue's lap.

Xiao Li handed over blankets and warm handbags.

Shen Jing opened his heavy eyelids, and first saw a piece of white.

It was Cheng Yue's shirt and his undulating chest.

There was a pleasant light fragrance on his clothes, I couldn't tell what it was, but it always gave him a familiar feeling.

Cheng Yue's mandible moved and he was talking to Yan Minghao.

"See if there are any outpatient clinics or small hospitals nearby. It's best to be a private one. The queue for the public ones will be fucking next year." His face was full of anxiety, and he frantically brushed his fingers over Shen Jing's forehead to dry him water.

Shen Jing hooked the corners of her lips and smiled faintly.

Cheng Yue lowered his head and glanced at Shen Jing, his eyes lit up, "You're awake, are you okay? What's wrong?"

Shen Jing's face was pale, and he couldn't exert all his strength. He pointed to his stomach with his wrist and said, "It hurts a bit here."

"Where is it?" Cheng Yue pressed his fingertips against his abdomen, "This way?"

Shen Jing frowned slightly, and lightly tapped her stomach with her fingers, "Here, bursts."

"It must be gastritis again." Xiao Li knew his old problem, "Did you eat something dirty?"

Shen Jing met Cheng Yue's anxious gaze, thought for a while...

I really filled a lot of lake water.

When the nurse took Shen Jing's temperature, he had already had a fever of more than 38 degrees. Even though he had put on clean clothes, he was still screaming cold while holding a warm handbag.

His teeth were chattering from the cold, and his whole consciousness was a little burnt out.

Cheng Yue shuttled back and forth between the testing sites in the hospital with him on his back, drawing blood and doing B-ultrasound, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

After a round of inspection, it was found that it was a high fever caused by bacterial gastroenteritis.

Not 2 minutes after Shen Jing took the medicine, he started to have severe abdominal cramps again, his stomach was overwhelmed, and he rushed into the bathroom in a hurry, before even lifting the toilet lid, he started to vomit while holding the sink.

During this process, it was as if a big hand was holding his stomach and pulling it back and forth.

He didn't eat much at noon, so he vomited up all at once, but the big hand was still grabbing it persistently, and when there was nothing to vomit, he began to vomit acid.

The translucent liquid is mixed with bright red blood streaks, which are particularly obvious in the pure white pool.

Cheng Yue was startled, his palms were so nervous that he was sweating, and he didn't know how to help him, so he patted him on the back lightly.

It hurts so much that it's about to bleed.

Shen Jing's pupils turned red quickly due to severe discomfort and vomiting, and physiological tears welled up in his eyes, and his upper body leaned on the edge of the pool, his fists clenched.

It had been a long time since he had such a serious stomach problem. It was as if all his strength had been drained instantly, his legs were numb, and his whole body was so weak that he almost fell to the ground.

He vomited until he could no longer vomit anything due to stomach cramps, before Shen Jing breathed out and turned on the faucet.

Cheng Yue supported him, wiped off the sweat from his brow, and asked, "Is it better?"

Shen Jing rinsed his mouth, nodded, his eyes were like little rabbits, red and bloodshot.

Cheng Yue's heart softened into a ball of cotton, hugged him, patted his back, and said softly: "Why didn't you tell me earlier when you were uncomfortable?"

"Every time before I go into the water, I feel confident that I will do well this time. Thinking about that, I don't feel so much pain..."

Shen Jing put his head on Cheng Yue's shoulder because of his exhaustion and weakness, and said softly, "I want to do my best, and I don't want everyone to think that I am a little boy who can't do anything. Everyone is working hard, they I jumped into the water, I can't be weak."

"You're already doing well." Cheng Yue rubbed the back of his head, "This match is over, you did a great job, you are the best Gu Hangxiao and the best Shen Jing."

His voice was soft, as if coaxing a child to take medicine obediently.

Shen Jing sniffed, cleared the tears, but did not speak again.

Probably because people become particularly sensitive and vulnerable when they are not feeling well, that's why they were moved by Cheng Yue's words of comfort.

The pressure that has been sinking on his shoulders has finally been released once.

In fact, every line of work has its own hardships and tiredness. He doesn't feel that he is suffering from filming, but enjoys it very much. Even if the future is full of difficulties and dangers, he will spare no effort.

Only when he learns to chew these bitterness as good medicine and swallow them in his stomach, can he transform into a better self.

Living is not easy.

The nurse opened the door and came in to administer an IV for Shen Jing.

"He just vomited, and he probably vomited up all the medicine. Do he want to take it again?" Cheng Yue asked.

"Let's take two more pills after eating later, and get an IV first." The nurse bent down and patted the back of Shen Jing's hand, the light blue blood vessels under the fair skin were clearly visible.

The little nurse dipped some alcohol into the cotton wool between the tweezers, and said gently, "Make a fist."

Cheng Yue was a little terrified of needles. When he saw the needles, he felt his scalp tighten and his body got goosebumps. He turned his head away from him.

"Okay," the nurse got up and adjusted the flow rate of the drip, "If you want to eat later, you'd better drink some white rice porridge or something. Don't eat greasy or meaty food, especially irritating food."

Cheng Yue turned his head and responded.

After the nurse left, Shen Jing laughed lightly, "I'll have an injection, what are you afraid of? Afraid of needles?"

"Hey, is this going to be exciting again?" Cheng Yue sat on the edge of the bed, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"It's okay." Shen Jing licked his dry lips.

"Want something to eat? I'll buy it for you." Cheng Yue said.

"Let Xiao Xiao go, it's not convenient for you to go." Shen Jing said.

"It's okay, I'm wearing a mask, how about some vegetable porridge for you?" Cheng Yue asked.

Just after Shen Jing vomited, she really didn't have any appetite, but the empty stomach was very uncomfortable, and besides, she needed to take medicine later, so she nodded and agreed.

Cheng Yue tucked the quilt up for him, "Then you rest for a while, I'll be back right away."

Shen Jing raised her eyes and saw Cheng Yue's wet chest, her heart suddenly softened.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was quite lucky. He had made a friend in his peers who would sincerely consider him and would stand up in times of crisis.

After stepping into this circle, he realized how precious it is to have such a friendship.

Cheng Yue is simple, kind, enthusiastic, has no scheming, does not play tricks, and always helps him desperately when he is in trouble, without asking for anything in return.

How can he not be moved.

As soon as Cheng Yue got out of the hospital, he received a call from the drama manager, asking how Shen Jing was doing. If the night scene could not be filmed, it would have to be postponed.

"Then let's postpone it for a day. He still needs to take two bottles of intravenous drip before he can go back." Cheng Yue said.

"Then I'll make arrangements to switch to another show. If you're okay, come back early. I'll ask my assistant to go over to the hospital to watch over it." Brother Tao, the production crew, said.

Cheng Yue clicked his tongue lightly and sighed, "Well, give me half an hour."

There were no water cups in the hospital. After packing the porridge, Cheng Yue happened to see a daily necessities store across the street, so he turned in.

"Hello, welcome."

"Is there a thermos cup? The kind that keeps heat longer." Cheng Yue asked.

The salesperson was a little girl with long hair, and the voice sounded familiar.

After taking him to the third row of containers, he watched him sideways without leaving, "There are all cups here, and there are instructions on how to keep warm at the bottom of the cups. You can choose slowly."

Cheng Yue thanked him.

The shelves are divided into four layers, and there are all kinds of glasses, mugs, ceramic cups, thermos cups, etc., which are dazzling.

Cheng Yue picked out a pure black frosted one, and before leaving, he saw several couple-style ones beside him.

The body of the cup is made of stainless steel, and the black one has a reindeer printed on it, and the front legs seem to be running against the wind.

The golden antlers are like a crown, and it looks extremely noble. There is a trace of rebellion and stubbornness in the eyes, and a crimson moon is above its head.

The body of the other cup is dark blue, with vast stars and forests printed on it.

The two cups are nothing to look at apart, but together they are a painting.

Cheng Yue bought a pair without hesitation.

At the checkout, the salesperson looked at him and asked timidly, "Are you Cheng Yue?"

Although Cheng Yue's voice was very recognizable, but he was wearing a peaked cap and a mask, she couldn't confirm it.

After all, such a big star suddenly came to this small town to buy things, and he was covered in water, looking a little embarrassed, and felt a little unbelievable.

"It can all be found." Cheng Yue nodded and smiled.

Between the mask and the brim of the hat, one can see a pair of curved eyebrows.

The girl stomped her feet excitedly and began to stammer, "Okay, can you sign me an autograph! I like listening to your songs so much! I also have your albums in my collection!"

"I see," the background music playing in this store is still his song, "Then where do you want to sign? I'm in a hurry."

"Ah, I didn't bring the album, or you can sign it on my clothes!" The girl stretched out her arm.

Cheng Yue flamboyantly signed his name.

The girl excitedly said, "I'll give this cup to you as a support gift!"

Two cups cost three hundred and two. This little girl is only 20 years old, and she probably came to work part-time.

Naturally, it was impossible for Cheng Yue to let her spend the money, so he took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay, and he said in one go, "I accept it with good intentions, brother treats you to hot pot."

The mobile phone in the counter rang a mechanical broadcast: "Alipay arrives, 660 six yuan."

The girl screamed, tears filled her eyes with excitement, she held her mobile phone and watched him cross the road, secretly vowing to be his crush for the rest of her life.

After returning to the counter, I slapped my head belatedly, hating myself for forgetting to take a group photo.

Li Qingliang arrived at the hospital in the third wave. When he entered, Shen Jing was already asleep.

Cheng Yue put gruel and hot water on the bedside, explained a few words to Xiao Li, and then went back to the shooting location with Li Qingliang and the others.

After chatting a few words in the car, Li Qingliang could hear that Cheng Yue also had a nasal voice when he spoke.

"you caught a cold?"

"No," Cheng Yue rubbed his nose, "It just blew in the wind."

"Remember to make a glass of Banlangen when you go back. I have a lot of it. If you don't have it, you can get it in my lounge." Li Qingliang said.

"En." Cheng Yue nodded.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening after Shen Jing finished hanging two bottles of drip, and her physical strength had obviously recovered a lot, and she was putting on clothes at a whizzing speed.

Yan Minghao drove him back to the hotel.

After Cheng Yue finished work there, he immediately went to 312 to find Shen Jing, without even bothering to change his clothes.

When he entered, Xiao Li was reading Shen Jing's fan comments.

"Work done?" Shen Jing raised her eyes and smiled.

His face regained a little blood, and his complexion looked much better than in the afternoon.

"Are you feeling better?" Cheng Yue walked to the bedside and asked.

"It's much better, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore." Shen Jing said.

Shen Jing lowered her head and scrolled through Weibo, and suddenly realized that Xinruo Wuqi hadn't sent him a message for a while, so she took the initiative to send a few behind-the-scenes photos of the set, and asked her if she was back from her trip.

The phone in Cheng Yue's pocket rang three times in succession.

Shen Jing looked up at Cheng Yue, then looked down at the phone screen, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, you rang right after I sent a message. I thought my message was sent to your phone."

Cheng Yue's heart seemed to be hit hard by a drum stick, and then it beat wildly.

With a guilty smile, he hastily turned off the phone's notification tone.

When I refreshed again, I found that the official blog of "Eagle" had updated a photo of Shen Jing receiving an IV in the hospital.

"Hey, who took this photo? It's so ugly. My hair looks like it's just been shocked. It's all blown up. Why is there no one to help me fix it?" Shen Jing turned to look at Cheng Yue.

"I didn't take the picture!" Cheng Yue pointed at Xiao Li, "It's him!"

"My focus is on the second half of the sentence, why didn't anyone help me sort it out?" Shen Jing looked at him.

"Please, you are hanging water and not a beauty pageant," Cheng Yue sat on the edge of the bed and spread his hands, "What you want is that kind of sluggish and listless state, as if you just came out of a hairdressing salon. I know it's a posing."

Shen Jing pulled his finger out from under his thigh, and poked Cheng Yue's lower back, "You pressed my finger."

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Cheng Yue bounced away immediately, and reached out to touch Shen Jing's forehead, "Have you taken the medicine? The fever hasn't subsided yet? It's still hot."

"Eat," Shen Jing half-closed her eyes and smiled, "Thank you today."

"Thank me for what?" Cheng Yue raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you, all kinds..." Shen Jing smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Please be more specific, otherwise I won't feel your sincerity." Cheng Yue rubbed his head.

Shen Jing tilted his head, and scratched the broken hair on his forehead twice, "Hey! Stop stroking, I'll make you bald."

"The hair is thick, so I can't go bald," Cheng Yue lay beside him, continuing to rub his head, "Would you like to write a short composition to praise me? Huh?"

"I'm sick," Shen Jing smiled and pushed his arm away, "I haven't written a small composition since I graduated."

Cheng Yue continued to attack, "So I ask you to use your brain more, or you will get rusty."

Shen Jing said "Hey", turned sideways, and turned his back to Cheng Yue, "I have to use my brain to memorize lines every day, okay?"

Cheng Yue lay on him through the quilt.

"Your hair is so soft, like the hair of a puppy, so soft." He leaned over and sniffed it. "Have you washed it?"

"No." Shen Jing buried her head in bed, ignoring him.

"No wonder it smells like water and grass," Cheng Yue asked, "Do you want me to bring the basin over to wash it for you?"

A muffled voice came out, "No, I'm going to sleep."

"It stinks and you don't want to wash it?" Cheng Yue reached into the bed to pinch his ears.

"It stinks, you won't sleep with me." Shen Jing burrowed into the quilt and rolled himself into a ball.

Xiao Li, who was sitting on the side, looked at the two of them, as if he had been fed a ton of century dog ​​food, and could only giggle silly.

Yan Minghao came in and asked if there were any clothes to be dry-cleaned, and they sent them to the dry-cleaning shop on the street together.

Xiao Li packed up a pile of coats and cashmere sweaters accumulated in the past few days and handed them to him, "Thank you!"

"Make me a sandwich tomorrow morning." Yan Minghao said.

"OK!" Xiao Li gestured.

"Me too." Cheng Yue said.

"I want bacon, eggs and tomatoes." Yan Minghao added.

"Then I want to too!" Cheng Yue said immediately.

A muffled sentence came out from under the quilt: "Follower."

Cheng Yue quickly reached into the bed and touched Shen Jingguang's slippery thigh.

His palm was cold, and Shen Jing almost jumped up with a cry of fright.

"Hurry up and go back to your room." Shen Jing got half of his head out of the bed and gave the order to evict guests.

"Then you have a good rest." Cheng Yue said with a smile.

"I can take a good rest after you leave." Shen Jing stuck out her toes and kicked Cheng Yue's butt, seeing that he was not moving, she urged again, "Hurry up."

Cheng Yue chuckled, took the opportunity to scratch the soles of his feet twice, and reluctantly went back.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, Yan Minghao returned to 302 with the supper bought outside.

"I don't eat supper." Cheng Yue said.

"I know you don't want to eat it, I ate it myself." Yan Minghao opened the bag, and the crispy aroma of the chicken nuggets wrapped in bread crumbs after high-temperature deep-frying quickly permeated.

Cheng Yue swallowed his saliva, and picked up a piece of golden chicken fillet, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, extremely delicious.

"Xiaoxiao told you to control your body shape!" Yan Minghao held a box of chicken in his arms.

Cheng Yue gave him a middle finger, and when he turned around, he saw a 312 key card on the table, "Isn't this from Shen Jing's room? Where did you get it?"

"Didn't you just wash the clothes for Xiao Xiao and the others? I dug them out of his clothes pocket. I wanted to knock on the door and return them, but I saw that the lights were all dark. I guess I was asleep, so I didn't bother. I'll get them tomorrow." Go and return them." Yan Minghao took out his mobile phone and prepared to enjoy the food while watching TV.

Cheng Yue pursed his lips, and quietly stuffed the door card under his pillow.

In the middle of the night, the bed next door snored as usual.

If it were a normal routine, he would have been hit by a pillow, but today he tossed and turned on the bed for a long time without moving.

Can't sleep.

A small thought seemed to spring up like mushrooms after rain, breaking through the ground and sprouting teeth on the tip of his heart.

He was thinking about whether to go to Shen Jing's room to take a look, of course, this look may last for several hours, as long as the other party is not awake, he can appreciate it for centuries.

But I was afraid that if I touched it in the middle of the night, I would scare people out of a heart attack.

It's like there are two villains fighting in the head.

The room card is in my hand now, and I will return it to someone tomorrow, so I only have a chance for one night.

Isn't this obviously an opportunity created by God for him?

In fact, after I have made a decision in my heart, all the rhetoric afterwards are just excuses and reasons to get closer to this decision.

Cheng Yue knew that he couldn't escape, and before all these two villains fought for 5 minutes, he tiptoed out of the door.

The hallway at midnight was silent.

Cheng Yue closed the door and walked lightly, not even daring to breathe, like a cheetah approaching its prey.

On the short journey from 302 to 312, he really realized how unreasonable and hopeless his liking for Shen Jing was.

The door card unlocked with a beep, but Cheng Yue didn't enter the door immediately. After waiting for more than ten seconds, he tiptoed into the room.

The room was so dark that it could almost be said that you couldn't see your fingers.

He supported the wall with one hand, his heart was beating wildly, and he groped to the side of Shen Jing's bed step by step.

Xiao Li's snoring next door was also loud, and Yan Minghao and Yan Minghao were a perfect match, so they should sleep in the same room and play duet every day.

Cheng Yue dimmed the light on the phone and shone on Shen Jing's bedside.

Probably because of taking the antipyretics, the whole body became hot, the quilt was kicked aside, most of the body was hanging outside, and a slender arm hung down the edge of the bed.

Cheng Yue sighed, thinking that luckily he came over to take a look, otherwise he would definitely catch a cold again tomorrow if he slept in such a position.

He put the phone aside, leaned down and re-tucked the quilt for Shen Jing, and he could hear his soft and steady breathing when he approached.

The sound is as soft as a sleeping kitten.

Cheng Yue sat on the floor, with his head on his arms, lying on the edge of the bed and quietly watching him sleep.

Shen Jing was lying on his side, with half of his head resting on the pillow, his face was facing Cheng Yue, and his thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the faint light of the phone.

Cheng Yue reached out to touch his tall nose bridge, and then tapped his lips lightly.

His lips were dark, almost crimson, moist and warm to the touch.

You can feel his warm breath with your fingertips.

Shen Jing pursed his lips and swallowed.

The corners of Cheng Yue's mouth curled up unconsciously, and he went to caress his eyebrows and ears instead.

Shen Jing's body temperature was very high, fine beads of sweat emerged from his temples and forehead, Cheng Yue took out a wet towel to wipe it off for him.

He had never had a moment like this second, wishing time could stop.

Just looking at him like this, watching quietly.

Undisturbed, very happy.

The knuckles of Shen Jing's hanging hand were cold.

Cheng Yue gently held his hand, put it to his mouth and took a few breaths, then kissed him again, as gently as if he was wiping a soft petal.

He didn't stuff his hands into the bed until he was warmed up.

The floor of the room was tiled, and Cheng Yue was still wearing pajamas. After sitting for a long time, his body began to feel chilly.

He got up and wanted to leave, feeling that it was not worthwhile.

No matter what, you have to take advantage of it.

As soon as this crooked thought came out, Cheng Yue's heart beat uncontrollably and crazily.

He wanted to kiss Shen Jing and taste the taste of those two thin lips.

I also want to know what it feels like to kiss.

Is it the same as in the dream, sweet.

It's not the first time this idea has popped up, but I just haven't found a chance.

He pursed his lips, and when he was about to bend over, he thought of something again, took two steps to the right, and covered Xiao Li's eyes with a tissue.

Cheng Yue raised his breath solemnly, held his breath, and bent down cautiously and slowly.

When he felt Shen Jing's warm breath, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

With a light flick of the right fingertip, the phone screen flips down, and the faint light goes off instantly.

The moment his lips touched, his heart skipped a beat.

Then, it seemed to stand still and beat.

He had never felt this way before, and even his breathing trembled.

Shen Jing's lips were as soft and sweet as cotton candy, with a slightly warm temperature.

Cheng Yue pursed his lips lightly.

A tiny electric current rushed from his chest to his lower abdomen, causing his limbs to go limp.

It feels like walking on the clouds and seeing a rainbow is as pleasant and beautiful.

It stayed there for a few seconds.

He straightened his arms with difficulty, supporting his upper body.

When the lips separated, there was a subtle kiss full of ambiguity.

When he realized that he could no longer control his thoughts and wanted to lean down to kiss Shen Jing again, he was like a little fox who only found the trace of a hunter, and quickly sprinted away from the scene at a speed of [-] meters.