call my name

Qi Yue should have heard it clearly, but he didn't speak immediately.

Lin Xia regretted it.Isn't it just a title, why do you have to be hypocritical, even care about this.

Just thinking about how to explain to him, the hospital arrived.

This is a private hospital, there are not many people coming to see the doctor, and parking spaces are easy to find.Qi Yue parked the car and told Lin Xia: "Don't move yet."

He got out of the car first, came to Lin Xia's side in a few steps, and opened the car door for him: "Come on, be careful not to touch your fingers——A Xia."

Lin Xia looked up, and saw Qi Yue put one hand on the side of the car door frame, and made a casual "please" gesture with the other.

In an instant, the mood was as clear as this sunny spring day in the south of the Yangtze River.

After the MRI examination, the doctor made a diagnosis: "The tendon sheath is strained, and a plaster cast is needed."

Lin Xia shook her head straight: "Is there any other treatment? I'm going to film now."

The doctor looked at Qi Yue and saw that he had no objection, so he said: "It's okay to treat conservatively, and use the imported equipment from our hospital for physical therapy every day."

Lin Xia was still in a dilemma.This hospital is positioned as a high-end hospital, so the location is secluded and remote, not to mention that the cost must be expensive. Without a private car, how to get from the set every day is a problem.

Before he had time to hesitate, Qi Yue had already nodded in agreement: "Then follow this treatment plan."

Qi Yue went out to answer the phone during the physiotherapy, Lin Xia couldn't help but quietly asked the doctor: "How long will the treatment take? Is the cost high?"

The doctor saw his worry and pointed to the outside to comfort him: "Don't worry, the fee will be deducted directly from the person who brought you here. The cost of this treatment plan is a bit higher, but I think he is taking a high-level VIP." card, that’s why I brought it up.”

Lin Xia couldn't sit still for a while, but she had already been on the physiotherapy machine and couldn't return it temporarily, so she could only accept it obediently.

People support you as the starring role, but you still owe him a meal without paying anything back, and now you owe more—when will this snowball be paid off?

—You have no intention of paying it back at all, because you are just so greedy.

The voice in my head came out again.Lin Xia looked at herself in the reflective surface of the instrument, and felt that the voice was right.

You clearly know that you have nothing, and you are not on the same level as him. You know that he already has a lover, but because of your own wishful thinking, you have the cheek to get close to him?

What a hideous face.

After finishing physical therapy, the day is about to be wiped black.

Qi Yue started the car and drove in a different direction from when he came: "Let's go eat."

Lin Xia said ashamedly: "I've delayed you for so long, I can't let you treat me to dinner anymore. Also, can I pay you back the treatment fee after I get paid?"

Qi Yue shook his head disapprovingly: "I let you play this role and you got hurt. Of course I have to be responsible."

Lin Xia resolutely refused, and after arguing, Qi Yue gave in: "No matter what, you have to eat, right? Your hands are not convenient, so let's go to my house to eat something casually instead of going outside."

The car drove smoothly into the villa area surrounded by flower walls, and parked in the garage of a small detached building.

Lin Xia was a little embarrassed: "Has your family already had dinner? It's not good for me to come here empty-handed..."

Qi Yue reassured him: "Don't be nervous, I will live alone."

Although he lives in a villa, the layout of Qi Yue's home is not luxurious, it is simple and bright, which is different from Lin Xia's imagination.

Lin Xia looked at the living room cautiously and curiously: "I didn't expect that you lived in England since you were a child, and your home is decorated in Chinese style."

The living room on the first floor of Qi Yue's house did not have any decorations to show off wealth, only a huge ink landscape painting hung on the wall.Lin Xia has no artistic attainments, but only thinks this painting is magnificent: "Is this painting the work of a famous artist?"

"Which famous artist can compare to it? It was painted by the master himself!"

A Bo, who was about fifty years old and dressed as a housekeeper, walked over with a tray in his arms, "Guests, please drink tea."

Lin Xia took the tea, thanked him, and looked at Qi Yue in surprise: "Really? Are you good at everything?"

Before Qi Yue could answer, this uncle had already puffed up his chest proudly and said: "Our master has a lot of talents! Here, he can not only paint Chinese paintings, but also Western paintings! There is also a piano upstairs, he plays Good old man! If you don't believe me, ask him to play for you!..."

"Okay, Chamber." Qi Yue gently stopped him from showing off: "Give us dinner later."

Qian Bo tactfully stopped talking, and asked Lin Xia: "What kind of food do you like?"

Lin Xia shyly shook her head: "There's nothing I particularly want to eat, Qi Yue said that you can just eat whatever you want, don't bother."

"Red willow barbecue." Qi Yue ordered.

Qian Bo was stunned: "Master, aren't you a vegetarian?"

"He should like it." Qi Yue pointed to Lin Xia.

City S is located in the southeast, while red willows mostly grow in the northwest, and the branches are not easy to find; Qi Yue has always been a vegetarian, and he probably doesn't have any meat in his home.Lin Xia was afraid of embarrassing Uncle Qian, so before he could refuse, Uncle Qian happily responded: "Okay! Wait a moment, both of you!"

He walked out of the living room, Lin Xia looked at Qi Yue: "Will it be too much trouble?"

Qi Yue is not worried: "Qian Bo is very good at cooking, but unfortunately I am a vegetarian, so it is difficult for him to show it; just when you come, he can show his skills."

Lin Xia remembered what Qian Bo said just now, and asked expectantly: "Can you still play the piano?"

Qi Yue glanced at him: "What?"

Lin Xia couldn't help looking forward to it: "When I was a child, I only watched piano performances at concerts on TV. I really want to see the scene..."

"Okay, okay, that's what you said." Qi Yue put down his teacup and laughed, and naturally leaned over to rub his hair, but stopped halfway.In order to cover up, he turned to dust the sofa that was completely dust-free, and stood up: "Go upstairs, and I'll play a song for you."

Lin Xia followed behind him, touching her hair quietly—well, it wasn’t oily; but after filming for a long time wearing a wig, it might not look so clean—that’s why Qi Yue refused to do it.

Lin Xia secretly decided that she should use double the amount of shampoo to wash her hair in the future.

Qi Yue's bedroom is on the third floor, and although there are various collections on the second floor, it still looks empty.

Would he be lonely living here alone?

Although the small rental house Lin Xia lives in is not as big as the bathroom here, he still worries about Qi Yue.

Qi Yue sat down in front of the piano by the wall, opened the cover of the piano without thinking, and a soothing melody flowed between his fingers.

Lin Xia stood aside, pretending to be concentrating on the keys, but actually peeking at his profile.

Black and white piano keys, warm lighting, Qi Yue's drooping eyelashes, it's almost unreal.

——He is too perfect, but also too far away from me.

"What are you thinking about? Did you think of something unpleasant?" Qi Yue looked up at him.

Without waiting for Lin Xia to answer, he changed his rhythm and played a lively and brisk tune, looking at Lin Xia with bright eyes: "Don't think about unhappy things, come on, have a laugh!"

——You can't always covet his smile like this, just like a spaceship can't get close to the sun.

Lin Xia couldn't help laughing with him, but she had to remind herself.

"What song is this?" He shifted his attention.

"Bach's minuet." Qi Yue slowed down the tempo: "Most of Bach's music is deep. This one was written by him to make his wife happy. Isn't it very cheerful?"

Lin Xia nodded, but as soon as he thought about it, he began to think wildly: Then this song...is he using it to make me happy?

Impossible, don't think about it.

Qi Yue didn't seem to notice that he was distracted: "You like piano very much? You can learn it when you get better."

Sure enough, Qi Yue just played a familiar tune casually.

Lin Xia ate very deliciously this meal, and couldn't help but praise: "The red willow barbecue is really delicious!" This made Qian Bo very proud of his craftsmanship.

After dinner, Qi Yue had to have a conference call because of work, so Qian Bo drove Lin Xia back.Qi Yue went to the car to see him off: "Finally, I have paid back the meal I owe you."

Lin Xia racked her brains and couldn't think of a reason to meet him next time, so she couldn't speak for a while and could only nod.

As the car started, Lin Xia turned her head and saw Qi Yue standing at the junction of the lights of the small building and the shadows of trees beside the road, waving him off.

The lights were bright, and the shadows of the trees were dancing. Qi Yue, who was in it, had bright and dark faces, and looked so lonely.

For a moment, Lin Xia really wanted to jump out of the car and rush over, telling him directly: "Forget about your former lover, there are still many people who love you."

But reason stopped him.Being called a friend by Qi Yue like now, and being able to have a meal together occasionally is already very satisfying; if you talk about your wishful thinking, you definitely don't even have to be friends.

Chambor was driving with white gloves on, observed his expression, and cheerfully reported his phone number: "My boss asked me to pick you up every afternoon to go to the hospital."

Lin Xia hastily declined: "How can I do that, I have already troubled you enough."

Qian Bo explained thoughtfully: "My boss is indeed too busy with work, otherwise he would definitely pick you up in person..."

"That's not what I meant..." Lin Xia was embarrassed.

"Hahaha, just kidding. But I'm really happy today, you know, it's the first time my boss brings guests home, and I can finally show off my cooking skills!"

Lin Xia became curious: "Has he never invited other friends to dinner at home?"

"No! I'll take you home for dinner today. Let me tell you, our boss has never been like those young people from rich families who spend their days drinking and drinking. He either works or stays at home by himself, playing the piano and drawing by himself. Accent! You are his old friend, do you understand?" Although Chamber likes to chat, he stops talking.

This was really beyond Lin Xia's expectation, he smiled: "I thought he had a lot of friends, and I can't be counted as his old friend..."

Qian Bo said smoothly: "You're not considered old friends, haven't you guys been friends for a long time? Have you acted in any costume drama before? He drew a still photo for you and put it in the basement studio..."

Lin Xia was taken aback: "I used to..."

I have only known Qi Yue for more than two months, and Lin Xia has never acted in other costume dramas before.

Qian Bo saw that he didn't know, so he hurriedly said haha: "Oh, I've done something wrong. It must be that he drew it a long time ago and wanted to show it out to surprise you. Oh, I said it was broken, please help me, pretend that I don't Have you heard it?"

Lin Xia agreed, thought for a while and then asked, "When did he finish the painting?"

"It's been a long time ago. About a year ago, the new cleaning staff accidentally dropped the cloth covering a painting in the studio. I was afraid that my boss would be upset, so I hurriedly covered it as it was--I just took a look. .”

Lin Xia was even more stunned: "Is it me?"

No wonder Chamberd glanced at him a few times during dinner.

Seeing him like this, Chamber said uncertainly: "Oh, I just saw it once. I saw you today and thought it looked like the one in the painting. Maybe I was wrong."

It is the butler's professional habit not to reveal too much about his boss' affairs to the outside world. Seeing him change the subject and talk about something else, Lin Xia stopped asking.

A year ago, Lin Xia was still working as a stand-in actor in obscurity with the scar on his face. Of course, he didn't know Qi Yue yet. The person Qi Yue drew at that time could not be him.

Maybe it's because he looks somewhat similar to the people in Qi Yue's paintings, so Qi Yue naturally treats him more intimately.

Qi Yue is really lucky to be able to be silently painted and treasured.