Quick Wear: Don't come over here, you are looking for trouble

The next evening Xu Bai had not yet returned to the troupe.

Xiaochun was a little anxious, and she went to Wang Ping first, "Boss, Sheng Ge'er hasn't come back yet." She also knew that she had to give a good reason, "Hasn't our rehearsal list come out? What should we do if Sheng Ge'er can't sing?"

Wang Ping squinted his eyes and looked at her. "Yun Sheng doesn't need to sing. As long as he can serve the Marshal well, he won't have to sing in his life."

...But Yun Sheng’s favorite thing is singing opera.

When they came back from Master Fang's car that day, they were eating butterfly cakes. Xiaochun asked him, "Why did you buy so much?"

"Yeah." There were crumbs on the corners of the boy's mouth. "I have two dreams. One is to sing opera, and the other is..." He shook the butterfly cake in his hand, "to eat the dim sum on Fenghai Road!"

"Besides." Wang Ping knew more news than Xiaochun. "I heard that he sang badly at the Marshal's welcoming banquet. Even if he comes back, I'm afraid no one will buy his song. So you should hope that he doesn't come back now."

After coming out from Wang Ping's place, Xiaochun was quite at a loss. He stood at the street corner for a long time before making a decision - now except Young Master Fang, no one could help Sheng Ge'er.

Unfortunately, it is not so easy to enter the Fang Mansion. Xiaochun said she wanted to see Young Master Fang, but the person at the door refused to let her in and even bluntly said that the Young Master had given an order not to see anyone.

"Oh no." She was so anxious that she was running around. She squatted at the door for almost an hour before she finally met Dazhi coming out.

"Hey! ...Dazhi!"

Dazhi went out to the department store to buy something. He was suddenly called by a female voice and was stunned for a moment. He turned around and found that it was Xiaochun. "It's you! Why are you here?"

Xiaochun couldn't care about anything else. "Is Master Fang here? Brother Sheng, I'm worried that something has happened to Brother Sheng."

"what?"

Dazhi didn't buy anything and hurriedly took Xiaochun inside. On the way, Xiaochun told him everything that happened at the welcoming banquet, but she didn't know much about it. She just said that she wanted to ask Master Fang to see if he could go to Marshal Feng to rescue Sheng Ge'er.

Dazhi is much more mature than Xiaochun. Although he is a noisy person, he has been able to handle things on his own for many years. As he listened, his anxious steps slowed down.

"What's wrong? Take me to find Master Fang!"

"Xiaochun, let me tell you the truth. In Beihuai, if anyone detained Shengge'er, our young master would be able to rescue him, but the only person who was detained was Marshal Feng, and the young master couldn't do anything about it."

Xiaochun didn't expect this, and became even more anxious after hearing his words, "Then... who should I look for then?"

Dazhi sighed and said softly, "It's useless to look for anyone, unless... unless Marshal Feng is tired of playing, otherwise..."

"What are you talking about?"

Fang Jiaxu strolled out. He had been thinking about giving Xu Bai a gift recently, and he ran around for several days before finding a top-quality piece of jade, so he just missed the farce of the welcoming banquet.

"Master."

Xiaochun also hesitated, not knowing whether to tell Fang Jiaxu about this.

"Who are you looking for? By the way, Shengsheng is back, right? I said I was going to listen to him sing."

Xiaochun knelt down with a plop and cried to Fang Jiaxu about what happened in the past few days, "Sheng Ge'er hasn't come back yet, I really can't do anything..."

Fang Jiaxu's originally smiling face turned angry, "Why did you come to me just now!"

He rushed into the house and made a phone call.

This was no small matter, and it was not something that could be spread on hearsay. Fang Jiaxu quickly called a close friend of his—Feng Yanzhang, who was present at the welcoming banquet.

Xiaochun watched Fang Jiaxu's face become worse and worse. By the time he put down the phone, his brows were completely twisted into knots. "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Dazhi followed behind. In fact, he knew where the young master was going, but he still had to ask.

"Go find Feng Yanzhang!"

Fang Jiaxu was about to drive angrily.

"No, Master! They all have guns. If anything happens to you——"

Young Master Fang didn't care. He took long strides and walked forward. The two people behind him had to jog to catch up. "If you are afraid of death, then go back! I want to see if he really dares to kill me with my father around."

……

Xu Bai didn't have a fever. Not only that, he also showed symptoms of hypothermia.

Marshal Feng Yanzhang found a reason for himself, "Watching him and fearing that he would commit suicide," and slept next to the actor with peace of mind.

The two of them even covered themselves with the same quilt. After the boy was cleaned up, there was a fragrance on his body. You had to get very close to smell it. It was indescribable, but very tempting.

He was unconscious for a long time. When he woke up, his body was tightly embraced by a strong arm and was extremely close to another person.

The boy didn't know if there was something wrong with his senses, he just felt that the man holding him was like a burning charcoal, so he trembled and tried to push him out.

Feng Yanzhang was very alert and woke up after a gentle push.

"What? Are you resisting so much?" The voice was hoarse. Marshal Feng ignored the man's refusal and hugged him... But as soon as he hugged him, he found something was wrong. The actor's body was unusually cold and was still shaking uncontrollably. He listened carefully and found that his breathing was also light and rapid. "Why are you so scared?"

With his powerful arms, he swung the man around, exposing his cheek completely to his eyes.

The actor seemed to like curling up into a ball. Even when he was held in his arms, he still curled up tightly, his body trembling constantly, and tears streaming down his cheeks.

How can you act so pitiful and make people feel soft-hearted?

Marshal Feng didn't buy it. He hardened his heart and said, "Don't cry! If you cry again, I'll throw you out!"

Xu Bai did not respond.

"If you cry again, I won't let you perform on stage again!"

When Feng Yanzhang said this, he was thinking that the little actor would stare at him with almond-shaped eyes, and quickly reach out to hug him, and come to him tenderly. After all, he loved singing opera the most, and he was also afraid that he would stop him from singing.

But the little actor not only did not come over meekly, he even closed his eyes, his face became paler, his trembling frequency increased, and his lips were stained a slightly gray-blue.

Feng Yanzhang felt his breath and it was very weak and cold. Only then did he realize that Xu Bai was not afraid, but was seriously ill.

The doctor came three times in a row, and this time was the most urgent. He didn't even examine Xu Bai, but just looked at his face and turned around to pick up the kettle. Fortunately, the water was well insulated and still steaming. He poured half a bowl of water and held Xu Bai's jaw to let him drink it slowly.

"It's hypothermia." The doctor turned around and found Feng Yanzhang's gloomy eyes fixed on his hand that was supporting Xu Bai's shoulder. He froze and said quickly, "I have to go get some brown sugar. Marshal, you hold on."

Xu Bai: [Hmph. A jerk who says one thing and does another.]

He was not very happy because he did not see Feng Yanzhang's panicked expression.

The person leaned limply in his arms, like a swaying pool of water.

Feng Yanzhang stretched out his hand to fiddle with his long eyelashes, and then grabbed the ice-like hand. He once again lamented that Xu Bai was also a man, but how could he be so frail, even worse than a woman.

"Commander!"

Before the doctor's brown sugar water arrived, Fan Jiexian hurried to the door and whispered, "Master Fang is here! He's at the door now."