There are little zombies at home

Zhong Jing recuperated in the hospital for almost a week. After several days of exercise, he was finally able to walk freely.Although he still felt pain after walking for too long, considering the progress of the filming, he resolutely proposed to be discharged from the hospital.

Huang Qi objected to this, it was good for him to rely on Zhong Jing to make money, but they had long been friends in private, and he was still a little worried when he heard Zhong Jing's request to be discharged from the hospital.

"Injury to the muscles and bones is not a small problem. If you don't take good care of it now, what will you do when you get old?" Huang Qi lifted Zhong Jing's bed again, and pointed to the scar on his leg, "If you leave a scar, you will lose it in the future." How can you shoot a sexy underwear advertisement?"

"When did I say I was going to shoot an underwear commercial?!" Zhong Jing angrily pulled the quilt over his legs in embarrassment.

"Didn't I just say it's just in case." Huang Qi sneered a few times, then suddenly lowered his head to face Zhong Jing, "I don't believe you don't want to take pictures of handsome men in magazines."

Zhong Jing glared at him, and simply stopped talking.

The little zombie on the other side saw their movements, and hurriedly covered Huang Qi's face with his hands, shook his head violently and said, "Ah Jing is not allowed to shoot strange commercials!"

"Don't you want to watch it?" Huang Qi raised his eyebrows, and simply teased the little zombie.

"Hmm..." The little zombie pursed his lips, thought for a moment, then turned his head, "Even if you take a picture, you can only show it to Fugui."

Zhong Jing was given a headache by these two people, so he could only interrupt, "The doctor said there will be no problem, and I have to be discharged tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, the little zombie and Huang Qi looked at each other and shrugged each other, as expected this time they still failed to take away Zhong Jing's point.

On the day Zhong Jing was discharged from the hospital, even Director Zhang Jia came over to greet him.

The person who was traveling with him also included Ji Bai, who was the culprit in this incident. He smiled gently and kindly expressed condolences to Zhong Jing's injury. He really possessed the acting skills of a movie king.

Zhong Jing responded calmly, he and Ji Bai still have cooperation, of course they can't tear themselves apart right now.

But the little zombie was not so magnanimous. Ever since he saw Ji Bai, his face had turned blue with anger, and in the end he was comforted by Zhong Jing rubbing his hair, so he could only hide in a corner and silently took out dried sweet potatoes and molared his teeth.

They chatted ramblingly for a while, and Huang Qi broke in after completing the discharge procedures, "Let's go."

Zhong Jing lives on the second floor. Seeing that there are many people queuing up for the elevator, several people also spontaneously walked towards the stairs.

At this moment, the little zombie tiptoed carefully to Zhong Jing's ear, and said in a low voice, "Ah Jing, I will help you avenge you."

"Ah?" Before Zhong Jing could react, he heard a male voice coming from the front. He turned his head and saw that the actor who was still handsome just now had fallen all over the bottom of the stairs, and the paparazzi waiting at the door They also pressed the shutter.

The little zombie withdrew his evil finger, and then put it to his mouth, "Oh, this is too careless."

Zhong Jing had no expression at first, but when he saw the exaggerated acting skills of the little zombie, he almost couldn't help smiling.

Seeing Ji Bai fall, the crew quickly surrounded him, and Zhong Jing rushed over with the little zombie by his arm.

Director Zhang Jia helped Ji Bai up, with reproach on his face, but he still asked with concern, "Where did you hurt?"

Ji Bai leaned against Director Zhang Jia, paused for a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief, and waved his hands, "It's okay, it's just a sprained ankle."

Hearing the answer, the little zombie pursed his mouth, and was about to hook his fingers again, but his hands were completely wrapped by Zhong Jing.

"Huh?" The little zombie looked at Zhong Jing in confusion.

Zhong Jing didn't speak, just looked ahead and shook his head slightly.

There are cameras nearby, and a small movement will be infinitely magnified, and I'm afraid I will encounter bigger troubles then.

……

After returning to the group, Zhong Jing entered the continuous shooting mode again, but because of his leg injury, he would sit down and rest every once in a while, but he didn't feel tired.But because of the gauze wrapped around his legs, he wears baggy trousers every day. He can only rely on the stove to keep warm in the windy and sandy winter in the northwest.

The little zombie was worried that the wind would extinguish the stove, so he kept adding carbon by the stove all the time, waiting to bring some warmth to Zhong Jing when he was resting.

Zhong Jing persuaded him more than once to go back to the hotel to rest, anyway, he had figured out what Ji Bai was thinking, he didn't need the little zombie as a shield, and there was no need to keep him here to suffer.

But the little zombie firmly rejected him, "Jing, I'm not afraid of the cold, why can't I stay here with you."

"Look at you." Zhong Jing wiped his face with the hot towel that Huang Qi sent him, dumbfounded, "The whole face is covered in carbon, how sloppy. If you go back to the hotel, you can play with your phone cleanly." , you don’t have to work so hard.”

The little zombie rubbed his cheek against his hand with the towel, his little black eyes were full of seriousness, "Ah Jing still has big villains around me, I don't worry."

"What a big villain!" Zhong Jing lowered his voice, pulled the little zombie's head into his arms, then bowed his head and said directly into his ear: "There are too many crew members, so don't talk nonsense."

Huang Qi walked past the two of them with a complicated expression, thinking that luckily there were no outsiders in the lounge, otherwise such a gesture of whispering would definitely be made a big fuss about again.

But why do you have to lean so close to whisper, it's not deaf!

A single dog is like Huang Qi, who is still puzzled and indignant when he takes the door and leaves.

The little zombie Lai was secretly happy in Zhong Jing's arms, first played with his fingers, then touched his Adam's apple, and finally lowered his head and giggled.

Zhong Jing didn't notice what the little zombie was doing. He was thinking about the arrangement of the next scene in his head. Before he could sort it out, he smelled a strong burning smell.

"Fugui, do you smell anything?" Zhong Jing dug out the little zombie from his arms in doubt.

"No." The little zombie shook his head and moved his fingers awkwardly, "Ah Jing, I actually farted before you came in."

Zhong Jing couldn't help laughing, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by him again.

"Peking University says loud farts don't stink!" The little zombie stared wide-eyed, trying to look innocent, "Besides, if you eat too much dried sweet potato, you will fart!"

"I didn't mention this smell." Zhong Jing pinched the little zombie's nose, and then looked around for a while, always feeling a little uneasy.

"Ah?" The little zombie suddenly didn't understand. He stretched out his hand to his buttocks but felt a tingling pain. When he turned his head and saw the back of his clothes was red, he couldn't help crying out, "Ah Jing! Me! My butt is on fire!"

Zhong Jing didn't think much about it, and hurriedly took the overcoat hanging by the door and slapped the little zombie's butt vigorously. Fortunately, there were only sparks, and they were extinguished within a few puffs.

"Take off your clothes." Zhong Jing said out of breath, and then sat beside him to rest.

Presumably, the little zombie's head was in his arms just now, but his buttocks were raised too high, so he caught fire.

"My clothes..." The little zombie held up his torn padded jacket, his eyes were full of disappointment, "This one is the same style as Ah Jing's."

"Let Huang Qi take you to a nearby sewing shop to mend it later." Zhong Jing patted him on the shoulder. There is no shopping mall nearby, and it is not practical to buy another dress of the same brand. It is better to mend it, anyway. The holes are not too big.

"Is it okay?" The little zombie immediately regained his spirits.

"Of course." Zhong Jing agreed, and then relayed the matter to Huang Qi.

So while Zhong Jing was filming in the afternoon, Huang Qi took the little zombie to the sewing shop at the entrance of the village.

The lady proprietress of the sewing shop was knitting, when she looked up and saw two customers, she smiled and asked why they came.

Huang Qi was afraid that the little zombie wouldn't be able to explain clearly, so he took out the torn padded jacket and handed it to the proprietress, "This is where it needs to be mended, can you do it?"

"No problem, come and get it tomorrow." The proprietress glanced at the hole and agreed.

After paying the money, Huang Qi took the invoice, turned around and dragged the little zombie to leave, but saw him lying beside the proprietress's stool, his eyes shining brightly.

"Sister, do you make clothes here?" The little zombie squatted on the ground, and the little black finger pointed to the half-knit woolen thread of the proprietress, and asked curiously.

"No, these are woolen trousers knitted for my son." The proprietress shook her head, picked up the wool and showed it to the little zombie.

"Wool pants?" It was the first time for the little zombie to see unmade wool, and asked again: "Can I learn it?"

"Of course." The proprietress took a basket of wool and put it in front of the little zombie, "As long as you buy our wool, I will teach you how to knit woolen pants for free."

The little zombie touched his pocket, and when he came out, he only brought Zhong Jing's card, so he could only turn his head and look at Huang Qi, "Brother Huang Qi, I think..."

"Okay." Huang Qi couldn't resist the little zombie's acting coquettishly. After paying the fee for the wool, he knew that the little zombie would stay here to learn how to knit, and told him, "You stay here, and I will come with Zhong Jing later. pick you up."

"Okay!" The little zombie nodded obediently, holding two knitting needles in his hands, and he really looked a little bit better.

Huang Qi left some cash for him, made sure that his mobile phone was fully charged, and finally left in peace.

Zhong Jing, who stayed on the set while filming, didn't know about this, and when he returned home after work in the evening to look for the little zombie, he couldn't find anyone there.

"Huang Qi!" Zhong Jing went out and walked around a few times, and finally saw a familiar figure, "I ask you, where is Fugui? Why isn't he in the room?"

"Oh my God!" Huang Qi slapped his head violently, only now remembered that the little zombie was still in the sewing shop, and truthfully explained: "He is in the sewing shop, I forgot to pick him up."

Zhong Jing glared at him angrily, and walked toward the sewing shop with uneasy steps, but after walking a few steps, he turned back and asked, "What is he doing in the sewing shop?"

"You may not believe it, but he is knitting woolen pants for you." Huang Qi shrank his neck knowingly, and added, "However, I paid for the woolen wool."

Zhong Jing: "..."

The author has something to say: Fuguier (serious face): Ah Jing's legs are frighteningly cold!