Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

Yu Qingbin was under a lot of work pressure and often couldn't sleep well. Hearing what Song Nuan said, he quickly took a sip, "It tastes good, Doctor Song, can this really help you sleep?"

"I put traditional Chinese medicine, and it has some effect, you can try it." Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to syndrome differentiation and treatment, and this prescription is very effective for Song Nuan.

"Taught." Yu Qingbin is also very interested in traditional Chinese medicine, and seems to want to pick up the scented tea cup and study it.

Zhu Yilong saw several packs of traditional Chinese medicine under the coffee table, and asked Song Nuan, "Did you go to buy medicine again yesterday?"

"I bought a little bit. The big pharmacy here has everything, and the quality is not bad. I heard that you are going to shoot a water show tomorrow night?"

"Yes, I'm going to soak in the river tomorrow. I hope it won't rain." Yu Qingbin was afraid of the cold, so he checked the weather forecast a few days ago. If nothing unexpected happened, it might really rain tomorrow night.

"Then I'll deliver ginger soup to you tomorrow. I bought some medicine to dispel the cold."

"The crew has prepared Banlangen, you are too tired today, so don't come here tomorrow." Seeing Song Nuan's tired expression, Zhu Yilong felt a little distressed.

"It's okay. I'll find someone to take it there. Ah." Song Nuan couldn't help but yawned.

"It's getting late, let's not disturb Doctor Song."

"Oh, okay, wait until I finish this sip." Yu Qingbin drank all the tea in the cup before getting up to leave.

Song Nuan took out two tea bags from under the coffee table and gave them to Yu Qingbin, "I made this myself, you can drink a bag if you can't sleep at night."

"Thank you, thank you so much, Doctor Song." Yu Qingbin thanked and took it.

"Walk slowly, don't send."

Song Nuan was indeed sleepy. After sending the two of them away, she forced herself to brush her teeth, then climbed onto the bed and fell asleep, not even having time to listen to Zhu Yilong's good night voice.

It really rained the next day, and the rainy weather was the most suitable for sleeping. Song Nuan slept until noon before being woken up by Li Nan. She sat up from the bed and was about to stretch, but she was so painful that she couldn't lift her arms.

"There is food on the table, let's get up and eat. Someone ordered it specially." Li Nan had just finished eating, and was resting with his eyes closed. His right hand was shaking and shaking, as if he wanted to smoke a cigarette.

"Really?" Song Nuan immediately turned on the phone, and sure enough there were five or six voice messages. She switched to receiver mode and put the phone next to her ear to listen.

"Sleep, good night."

"I'm up, ready to go to work, and I can't keep my eyes open."

"Sure enough, it's raining, the water is not very cold, don't worry."

"Da Binzi came to me and said he fell asleep at one o'clock last night, thank you for the medicinal tea."

"Aren't you up yet? I ordered takeaway and went to bed after dinner."

Song Nuan was elated, and immediately brushed her teeth and washed her face. After tidying up, she excitedly opened the lunch box. There was a row of sushi and sashimi, and the other big bowl was filled with brain noodles.

Song Nuan just stood there blankly, is this person so vengeful?

"Sister, do you need to replenish your brain?" Song Nuan reluctantly ate a piece of sushi, and she absolutely didn't want to touch the brain-scratched noodles.

"I just ate a bowl." Li Nan has always been heavy on taste.

"Are the noodles delicious?" Zhu Yilong probably just crawled out of the river, although he was wrapped in a big towel, his hair was still dripping.

"I ate the noodles, and I'll leave the brains to you." Song Nuan angrily handed the thermos to the assistant.

Zhu Yilong smiled proudly, "I bought Qing Bin's idea."

Yu Qingbin ran over wearing the same big bath towel, his lips trembling from the cold, "Doctor Song, you are here, do you have ginger soup for me?"

Song Nuan didn't get angry with Qing Bin, and said with a smile, "Of course, I've had a hard time."

"Thank you, Doctor Song, your scented tea is very useful, can you give me two more packs?"

"Okay, take it as a thank you gift for inviting me to eat noodles." Song Nuanpi smiled.

Yu Qingbin was a little embarrassed and laughed dryly.

The temperature was low at night, Zhu Yilong soaked in the water for a day, probably because it was too cold, he was shivering all the time, he sat on the mat, his lips were white, his cheeks were flushed, he took the traditional Chinese medicine that Song Nuan brought Sip.

"Aren't you going to dry your hair? Your face is so red, don't have a fever." Song Nuan was a little worried.

"No need to wipe, the filming is not over yet, I'm in good health, don't worry. Well, this is not ginger soup."

Song Nuan looked into the river, feeling a little dissatisfied, "Why did it take so long to shoot, isn't it just a scene in the river?"

Zhu Yilong sipped ginger soup, nodded and said, "Yes, I've taken seven or eight pictures."

"Newcomer, NG all the time, what can I do?" Yu Qingbin couldn't help complaining, but he didn't get angry, "Yilong even went to comfort her, hey, do you remember when you were just filming?"

Zhu Yilong smiled and nodded.

"This ginger soup is a bit bitter, Doctor Song, you are not revenge on me, are you?" Yu Qingbin also found that the ginger soup tasted strange.

"This is a famous prescription for thousands of years. It can't kill people with poison. It can dispel wind, cold and dampness, and prevent colds." Song Nuan began to cook the medicine after lunch, and it was indeed the classic prescription in "Synopsis of the Golden Chamber".

"Hey, how is your waist?" Song Nuan asked Zhu Yilong in a low voice.

"Well, it's okay." Zhu Yilong blushed even more.

Song Nuan was most worried about Zhu Yilong's back injury. It's hard to feel in the rainy weather, and it's a self-torture to soak in the water for a day, "I'm not kidding you, the water is too cold, it will be troublesome if you have a cold waist, don't be brave .”

Zhu Yilong raised his head and glanced at Song Nuan, his eyes were as clear as water, even though the years had polished them, they had never been stained with wind, frost and vicissitudes, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"That's right, the rain today is not as heavy as the day when Shen Wei prayed for rain." Song Nuan sat with him in the shed, quietly listening to the sound of rain outside.

When Zhu Yilong and Yu Qingbin jumped into the water again, Song Nuan was sitting on the side, holding a huge umbrella, watching Zhu Yilong standing in the water doing preparations, he moved his stiff facial muscles, and then spit out tone.He is afraid of the cold, but he enters the scene in a second, with a true and firm heart. Song Nuan firmly believes that this person, no matter what field he is in, can reach the top and make people look up to him.

The rain falling on the umbrella in the cold night of late autumn, with the yellow branches and leaves attached, should have been miserable, but Song Nuan felt a burst of warmth, probably because the one he loves is right in front of him, even in the embarrassing rain, he is still Xiao Xiao Su Su , bright and clear, is the white moonlight in her heart, the young man she has been waiting for.

The night scene was filmed after ten o'clock, and Song Nuan couldn't help shivering when she returned to her room. She had just passed her menstrual period, so she didn't dare to be careless, so she found a bag of mugwort leaves to soak her feet, and soon a layer of hot sweat appeared on her body.

Song Nuan called Zhu Yilong first after climbing into bed, "How is it, is it still cold?"

"Fortunately, I don't have a cold." Zhu Yilong's condition sounded pretty good.

"If you have a fever and feel uncomfortable, you must call me." Zhu Yilong's fingers were wrinkled and white, but Song Nuan was still worried.

"I won't have a fever, but you, your little hands are cold, drink more warm water."

Song Nuan got a headache when she heard the warm water, and couldn't help complaining: "I'll give you a supercilious look."

"Haha, come on, let me put you to sleep first."

"I don't need you to coax, you go to sleep."

"I'll wait." Zhu Yilong still had homework for the next day, holding the script.

"Then I won't wait for you, good night."

"Good night, sweet dreams."

Song Nuan lay down beautifully, covered the quilt, and smirked into the phone.

"Sure enough, being in love makes people mentally retarded. You two are talking nonsense all night." Li Nan laughed at Song Nuan. She didn't have a job today, and she got into bed early.

"It's not nonsense, it's love talk."

"Hey, who hasn't stayed outside the besieged city yet, well, turn off the lights and go to bed."

"Song Nuan, wake up, wake up."

When Song Nuan was fast asleep, she felt Li Nan calling her and patting her face, "Sister Li, are you feeling well?" She was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes.

"It's Zhu Yilong, you go and see?"

Song Nuan immediately woke up. She turned over and looked for her shoes in a panic. "What's wrong with him? Has a fever?"

Li Nan yawned continuously, "I don't know, his assistant knocked on the door, and he was outside."

"Oh, oh." Song Nuan didn't find any shoes, so she got a coat and ran to the door.

"Sorry, Sister Song, to disturb you so late." The assistant waited by the door, looking anxious.

Song Nuan didn't have time to be polite to the assistant, so she directly asked about her condition, "Do you have a fever?"

"No, I don't have a cold or fever. It might be a cold. Brother Long's back hurt. He took painkillers twice and it didn't help. I told you to go over and have a look. Brother Long won't allow me. I came here secretly."

"You go back first, I'll go right away." Song Nuan closed the door, changed her clothes, and found the medicine box.

"No, send it to the hospital." Li Nan yelled while lying on the bed.

"If only he was willing to go." Song Nuan gritted his teeth with hatred, and rushed out of the room with the medicine box.

Zhu Yilong probably couldn't fall asleep because of the pain. He was walking up and down the living room with his waist supported. When he saw the assistant bring her in, he was obviously taken aback, "Why are you here?"

Song Nuan didn't speak, she walked to the living room and put down the medicine box.

The assistant first apologized to Zhu Yilong, "I'm sorry, Brother Long, I thought you were in too much pain, so I invited Dr. Song over."

"Oh, it's fine. I'm fine, and you're not wearing shoes?" Zhu Yilong couldn't help but blame Song Nuan when he saw her bare feet, and wanted to help her find a pair of slippers. Unexpectedly, he felt unbearable pain in his lower back just after squatting halfway down, so he hurriedly helped her Clinging to the sofa, he almost fell to the ground. The assistant was taken aback, and helped him up quickly, and sat down on the sofa.

"Get down." Song Nuan said concisely, without any nonsense.

Zhu Yilong still wanted to resist, but was pushed down on the sofa by his assistant, and even lifted up his pajamas.

Zhu Yilong was in a daze, and it took half a minute to react. His face was flushed, and he stood up again as soon as his arms were exerted.

"Lie down, it's not like I haven't read it." Song Nuan's plain words immediately threw Zhu Yilonglei down on the sofa again.

The assistant bowed his head and stepped aside. He felt as if he had heard something he shouldn't have heard.

Song Nuan touched Zhu Yilong's waist, it was as cold as water, he must have caught a cold.

Zhu Yilong shivered, and said softly, "Don't touch it, it hurts."

"Why didn't you call me?" Song Nuan couldn't help softening his tone.

"It's okay, it's not serious."

The assistant immediately broke the stage, "Brother, you are in so much pain that you can't sit down and sleep, it's not serious."

Song Nuan asked the assistant, "Is there a lighter?"

"Oh, yes, I'll go back to my room to get it."

Song Nuan went to pour a cup of hot water and handed it to Zhu Yilong, "Drink it all."

Zhu Yilong finished drinking the hot water very obediently, and went back obediently. He saw Song Nuan take out a box of things from the medicine box and opened the package. It looked like a cigar, "What do you want a lighter for? Can this thing work? You You're not going to burn me to death."

"I wish I could burn you to death." Song Nuan gritted his teeth with hatred.