After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Zhuang Yan was indeed so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, and he didn't even close his eyes for several days.

He was always worried about Xie Ning's side. Even though Xie Ning acted calmly and the message he sent was nothing unusual, Zhuang Yan still felt that his emotions were not right for no reason.

After contacting Uncle Zhong, what Uncle Zhong said confirmed his intuition, so when he was busy, he also asked Song Qingqing to take care of Xie Ning if he had a chance.

Although he wanted to fly back to see Xie Ning as soon as possible, he couldn't ignore so many people on the set.

Going back is not a matter of a day or two, at least one week must be spared, and this week's shooting plan was disrupted again, and all the shots that could be made ahead of schedule were finished in advance, and the rest were postponed.

The time is compressed very tightly, sometimes there is a night scene that night, followed by an early morning scene the next day.

Zhuang Yan simply spent the night on the set, huddled in the director's exclusive chair, covered with a few clothes for the night.

When he was filming, he was concentrated and full of energy. When it was time for a break, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and he could close his eyes in a few minutes while sitting on a chair.

But the rest time is usually only ten minutes, and being woken up after a nap to take a picture, people feel extremely uncomfortable, and the eyes are sore, it is better not to fall asleep.

Later, when it was time for rest, he simply stood up and moved a few times, or went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water to keep himself awake.

"You can't do it like this." Zhao Yang frowned, "The area under the eyes is as dark as a panda. Haven't closed your eyes for a few days?"

After Zhuang Yan washed his face, he wiped his hands clean again: "I'm fine."

Zhao Yang asked: "What do I think of you looking like you are going to fall down at any time, why don't you leave this scene to the assistant director first, and you go to the side for a rest?"

"No." Zhuang Yan shook his head, "The scenes these days are more important, I don't feel relieved if I don't personally check it out."

Zhao Yang wanted to persuade him a few more words, but Zhuang Yan said, "If I'm not satisfied with the filming, I'll definitely have to go back and shoot again. It will only waste more time and money."

Zhao Yang had no choice but to say, "All right, but don't tire yourself out."

Zhuang Yan waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'll be fine, I'll be fine."

Zhao Yang looked at his back worriedly, thinking that you don't seem to be fine like this.

After returning home, the rest time was not over yet, Zhuang Yan simply went to the tree where Xie Ning came to watch, as if repeating the path he had walked.

In order to refresh himself, he took out a cigarette, held it between his fingers, took two puffs, and thought about Xie Ning's appearance.

He remembered that Xie Ning always liked to sit here and draw pictures, and now he sat down, and when he looked up, he saw his director's exclusive chair.

Xie Ning left in a hurry and didn't bring much luggage. The sketches he had drawn casually before were still in the hotel.

Zhuang Yan looked through it later, and most of them were his appearance when he was directing the film. He thought it was quite novel, and he had never seen it before. It turned out that he was like this on the set.

Occasionally there were two pictures of Sheng Shisong filming with other actors. Thinking of this, Zhuang Yan couldn't help turning his gaze to the group of actors who were resting, and stared at Sheng Shisong blankly.

His eyes almost poked a hole in Sheng Shisong's back, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

Sheng Shisong's back turned cold when he saw it: "Why do I feel weird."

Luo Zixin was looking down at the script, and answered nonchalantly, "What? Worried about being scolded by Director Zhuang again later?"

When she said this, Sheng Shisong also sighed: "Director Zhuang has been in trouble for the past two days, and he is extremely irritable."

Luo Zixin had lingering fears: "Yeah, his face hasn't gotten better, and he doesn't know who offended him."

Another actor next to him said: "I'm starting to miss Zhumei now."

"That's right." Luo Zixin said, "The Lord hasn't come for a few days. If he were here, Director Zhuang's temper would be restrained a lot."

Everyone chattered again and again, and they all began to miss Xie Ning's days on the set.

Before they could miss it for long, another staff member came over to remind them to prepare for the next scene.

So each of them should touch up their makeup, and recite their lines.

Sheng Shisong casually glanced at the place where Xie Ning used to sit and draw, but he didn't see Xie Ning, but Zhuang Yan who was smoking.

He froze for a moment, then shook his head and smiled.

……

The doctor said that Mr. Xie's condition is improving.

For Xie Ning, this was the best news he had heard recently.

But Xie Ning couldn't really relax if the old man didn't wake up for a day.

Song Qingqing would come to the hospital to see him almost every day, staying longer or shorter, sometimes she just hurriedly said hello to Xie Ning and left, and sometimes she would chat with Xie Ning casually when she had a little spare time.

Most of their topics revolved around "Zhuang Yan".

Xie Ning listened carefully, as if he could glimpse Zhuang Yan's life abroad from Song Qingqing's few words.

Unashamed, high-spirited, or difficult, alone.

Zhuang Yan wouldn't mention these when chatting with him. Regarding the memories of his student days, he was more willing to discuss with Xie Ning what happened at X University.

In this way, Xie Ning can also have a lot of common words to talk about.

Zhuang Yan is always extraordinarily considerate in this respect, Xie Ning is not talkative most of the time, always opens his eyes wide and listens quietly when chatting.

But Zhuang Yan likes to tease him and guide him to speak slowly.

He and Song Qingqing had a very happy conversation, and Xia Wan was also happy to see it succeed.

She didn't know what the two of them talked about, but she only saw that Song Qingqing was the only girl Xie Ning didn't dislike all these years.

So she was extremely relieved, feeling that Xie Ning was slowly getting on the right track.

And Xie Ning's condition is indeed getting better gradually, at least he won't vomit completely after eating, and after chatting with Song Qingqing, he can also have a good night's sleep.

But the expression on his face became less and less, and his eyes became less and less warm.

Uncle Zhong has good eyesight, he hesitated to speak for several days, finally couldn't hold back, and pulled Xie Ning.

"Young master." Uncle Zhong said hesitantly, "Do you...need to see a doctor?"

Xie Ning was stunned: "I've been in good health recently, and I'm not sick."

Uncle Zhong said: "That's not what it means... how should I put it, the feeling you give me now is very similar to the first time you moved to the compound."

Xie Ning was silent for a long time, then went to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, he lowered his eyes, was dressed in clean and tidy clothes, and pressed his hands on the sink, looking very quiet.

It was as quiet as if the slightest change in the outside world could no longer disturb him.

Xie Ning washed his face silently, and took the time to call Ji Wenbin.

"Doctor Ji." He said, "My illness seems to have relapsed again."

Ji Wenbin's voice was as gentle as ever.

I have to say that Xie Ning thinks he is an excellent psychiatrist, not only because it is a pleasure to chat with him, but also because he can give you a response whenever you ask him.

Even if he is woken up by the patient's phone call in the middle of the night, Ji Wenbin will still respond to you in a gentle and courteous voice with just waking up, and you can't feel the slightest irritation of being disturbed from his attitude.

He will give you a sense of peace of mind that I am there anytime, anywhere.

So even if there is no time to chat face to face, Xie Ning will still find time to call him.

On the other end of the phone, Ji Wenbin said, "Can you describe the specific situation?"

Afraid of disturbing Mr. Xie, Xie Ning deliberately walked into the lounge when he was on the phone.

There was no one in the lounge at the moment, and the chairs were all empty. Xie Ning didn't sit down either. He walked to the window and looked out.

Looking from here, you can just see the flow of people passing by the gate of this building.

His body felt dizzy for a moment, but the third floor was still within his tolerance. Xie Ning lowered his eyes, quietly looked at the flower beds surrounding the building, and then slowly described his feelings to Ji Wenbin these days.

"...I don't know how to describe this feeling." Xie Nin finally said, "The whole world has become strange and boring to me."

"Emotions have become very light. Things that would make me angry before have happened now, and I don't think it matters."

"For a moment, I feel tired, not physically, but mentally... exhausted."

Ji Wenbin: "Did you come to contact me because you noticed something strange?"

Xie Ning shook his head: "Actually, I have never felt that I have changed. It was Uncle Zhong, my grandfather's housekeeper, who said that my appearance now...is exactly the same as back then."

"Then what do you think?" Ji Wenbin asked, "Do you feel that your mentality is the same now as it was back then?"

Xie Ning was silent for a while, then said, "I don't know."

"Sometimes, I can't remember the feeling at the beginning, as if it was a very distant thing. Those pasts are like a dream to me. I can remember what happened, but I can't recall what happened in the dream. a feeling of."

Ji Wenbin smiled: "This is a good thing, it shows that you are gradually breaking away from the influence of the past."

"Then what's wrong with me now?" Xie Ning asked.

Ji Wenbin thought for a while and said, "Your grandfather's illness was something you hadn't prepared for beforehand, so you were caught off guard and fell into a long-term depression."

Xie Ning responded, "En."

Ji Wenbin added: "This is very normal. People's emotions will always fluctuate due to changes in the outside world. You have been in a bad mood during this period, and it cannot be said with certainty that your illness has relapsed."

In fact, whether Xie Ning ever suffered from emotional apathy is still a question mark.

"Is that so?" Xie Ning was at a loss for a moment.

Ji Wenbin put it another way: "Don't feel burdened, and don't draw conclusions easily."

"But..." Xie Ning's eyelashes cast a shadow, covering his eyes, "I now feel that everything is indifferent and doesn't matter."

Ji Wenbin paused: "Are there no exceptions?"

Xie Ning fell into silence.

"Life is always full of light and love." Ji Wenbin said persuasively, "Is there such a existence that makes you feel warm and beautiful, and just thinking about it can make you smile unconsciously."

"You can't be indifferent or indifferent to him, maybe it's very light, but he has left such a mark in your heart."

The weather was fine today, with sunlight coming in from the window, hitting Xie Ning's body, and casting long shadows on the ground.

Xie Ning was bathed in the sun for a long time, his eyelashes fluttered twice, his hand slightly raised, and he held the edge of the window sill.

"Zhuang Yan." He whispered out a name, and the corners of his lips curled up little by little.

Xie Ning unconsciously showed a smile.

"What?" Ji Wenbin asked as if he didn't hear clearly.

Xie Ning pressed the window sill, and his tone became brisk: "I said, yes."

That person, just chanting his name, made his emotions aroused bit by bit.

It was as if he lit up his world, making his life colorful, lively and interesting.

"Thank you, Doctor Ji, I think I..."

Halfway through his speech, he looked down, and when he saw a familiar figure from behind, he couldn't help but pause.

The man was tall and straight, wearing a black coat, with his hands in his pockets, walking forward with his head bowed. After a few wrong steps, his figure disappeared into the crowd.

Xie Ning was stunned for several seconds, and suddenly forgot what he wanted to say just now.

Looking outside again, there were people coming and going at the entrance of the building, but he didn't see anyone he felt familiar with.

Seeing that he stopped abruptly and had nothing to say for a long time, Ji Wenbin couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Xie Ning rubbed his eyes, lowered his eyes after a while, and said lightly: "It's nothing, my eyes are dazzled."