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Tonight, Wang Ping has tried his best to make Ji Zou happy, but no matter they are eating or playing basketball, Ji Zou seems to be holding something in his heart.

His eyes never smiled, even if there was a smile occasionally, it was very shallow.

Ji Zou felt something blocking his throat. He looked at the little panda in Wang Ping's hand and asked in a low voice, "When... did you catch it?"

"Hey...to tell you the truth, I cheated." Wang Ping smiled a little embarrassedly, "I asked the 50 yuan boss if he would sell it, and he sold it to me."

Wang Ping hugged the little panda to his chest and said: "I said I would give it away. I don't want to. I promised you everything, but I didn't give it to you—then you will be very disappointed."

Actually you won't be disappointed.

Ji Zuo is used to not getting anything, he knows that he is unlucky and can't expect anything extravagantly.

Even if Wang Ping couldn't catch him, even if Wang Ping really wanted to give him this gift for a minute, Ji Zuo felt that it was enough.

But...but...

In fact, if you count carefully, Ji Zuo is only this year, and he is still a very young boy.

If fate hadn't been so harsh on him, he should still be a carefree kid who just entered freshman year and shed tears when he was wronged.

But he has been walking alone for a long, long time with a heavy and heavy package on his back.

Ji Zuo was about to be unable to suppress the sourness in his nasal cavity, he glanced towards the dark corridor, his lips trembling.

Ji Zuo's voice was very soft, and he asked in a low voice, "Brother Wang Ping, can you... give me a hug?"

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Ji Zou's words were just blurted out, and after he finished speaking, he also felt that it was inappropriate, so he took a step back, wanting to step into the room to escape.

The next moment, Wang Ping stepped in front of him, opened his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Be good, be good." Wang Ping hugged Ji Zou tightly, because he was wearing a chubby down jacket, so his hug was unusually soft.

Wang Ping put his hand behind Ji Zuo's head, rubbed the back of his head, and patted his back.

"I just feel that you are in a bad mood..." Wang Ping said, "I don't know why you are in a bad mood."

Wang Ping murmured in a low voice, this question did not ask for an answer, but just whispered in Ji Zuo's ear.

To be honest, this sentence has no function.

But it was just such a useless sentence that reached Ji Zuo's ears, but it made his nose sour, and his heart seemed to soften a little.

"But." Wang Ping hugged Ji Zou and said softly, "We Ji Zou are very kind-so, God will treat you well, okay?"

Wang Ping's tone was as gentle as coaxing a child who accidentally fell down, telling him to fly away in pain and fly away.

The coaxed child's throat tightened, and his hands around Wang Ping's back tightly clasped Wang Ping in his arms, as if he was afraid that Wang Ping would run away.

"He treated me well..." Ji Zuo said.

He treated me well, that's why... he sent you to my side.

Ji Zuo hugged Wang Ping tightly, he didn't speak, and he didn't let go.

He pressed his eyes tightly on Wang Ping's shoulders, without tears flowing, this action seemed to be just drawing strength from Wang Ping.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Ping felt that his legs were a little numb, and Ji Zuo finally opened his hand lightly.

Ji Zuo raised his body, his face was still a little pale, but his lips were a little bloody.

"Thank you, Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay." Wang Ping raised his hand and took the little panda Saiji into his arms, "Here's the little panda——that, are you happy, call for a night chat?"

"it is good."

It was already very late today, Ji Zuo didn't delay Wang Ping's time any longer, took the gift Wang Ping gave him, and went back to the room with the doll Wang Ping gave him.

That night, Ji Zuo went to bed with the fluffy little panda in his arms.

For the first time, he came back from visiting the grave without insomnia or nightmares.

For the first time, Ji Zuo had a good night's sleep until dawn.

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Ji Zuo slept soundly, but Wang Ping couldn't sleep well.

Wang Ping went back to take a shower, lay on the bed and read the script. After reading the script for a while, his mind wandered to Ji, who was as pale as a ghost by the bus stop, came out.

So Ji Zou... what happened?

Wang Ping glanced at his phone, but no one sent him a message, and no one called him.

It feels like something big has happened.Wang Ping was scrolling through the script, racking his brains—did he quarrel with his family?

Hey……

Wang Ping put his eyes on the script, worried very much.

If it's turnon's group of people, it's fine, pull them out for a drink, ask what's going on, or beat up their teammates, or scold the bullying teammate, and it's over.

But this is the season.

It feels like Ji Zou... Wang Ping can't feel anything, he just feels that Ji Zou can't be treated so simply and rudely.

That night, Wang Ping didn't know when he fell asleep. When he was woken up by the alarm, the quilt only covered his belly a little, and he was still holding the script in his hand.

Wang Ping felt a headache when he woke up. When he rubbed his temples and got out of bed, he was top-heavy and almost fell on the carpet.

...didn't sleep well?

Wang Ping slowed down by the bed, rubbed his forehead and walked to the bathroom, looked up in the mirror while brushing his teeth with the faucet on...

Oh my god, it looks like a ghost!

Her face was pale, and her dark circles were heavy. No amount of beauty in the age of beauty could bear this harmony of black and white!

Wang Ping is used to acting on his beauty, and he doesn't care much about his own image, but thinking about going to see Ji Zou later, Wang Ping was afraid he would ask, so he decided to improve it a little.

In a basket by Wang Ping's hand was a pile of this cream and that milk that his assistant had brought for him. Wang Ping lowered his head and rummaged for a while, and pulled out a thing with Su Yan Cream written in English.

This Wang Ping seems to have been introduced by Xia Ling, just wipe his face casually, no skill required.

Wang Ping washed his face, squeezed out some makeup cream, and it was all over his face—not to mention, the effect was really good.

Although it can't be said that the face will be radiant immediately, but at least the dark circles under the eyes are gone, and the pale face seems to be a little darker, showing some vitality.

"It's a good thing!" Wang Ping flipped Su Yanshuang over in admiration, took a photo and saved it in his phone, "I'll ask Brother Zeyang to buy more next time."

After taking pictures and applying cream, Wang Ping put his wallet on and went out to buy breakfast for Ji Zou.

This is the course of action that Wang Ping figured out yesterday - although it can't be as simple and rude as turnon, it can also give Ji Go a little more care and companionship.

Abbreviation!

Caring for students!

Caring for juniors starts with delivering breakfast to juniors.

However——Wang Ping took the first step, and he almost died before he left.

Wang Ping just walked outside the breakfast room on the second floor, and before he even had time to go in, he smelled the greasy steamed buns wafting from the breakfast room, and almost vomited.

Wang Ping frowned and walked a little further away, and stayed by the window for a while, letting the cold wind blow away the nausea, and then touched his stomach with lingering fear.

Fortunately, I am not a female artist...

Otherwise, if you really jump into the Yellow River, you won't be able to wash it off.

However, why did he suddenly feel nauseated—Wang Ping thought about it, and decided to throw the pot to today's buns—it might be because a lot of fat was put into the buns, and there was a greasy smell, which of course would make people feel nauseous.

Thinking about it, Wang Ping took out a mask from his bag and put it on, and challenged to buy breakfast more and more courageously.

The mask cut off the smell of the food, so Wang Ping bypassed the steamed stuffed bun stall, bought egg burritos and soy milk for Ji Zou, and carried them upstairs.

"One day when I had nothing to do, I asked Yan He to tell a joke, and that guy started laughing before he even opened his mouth!"

Wang Ping walked to Ji Zou's door while singing the song of insanity. Wang Ping spun in front of Ji Zou's door and knocked on Ji Zou's door handsomely.

"Student, send warmth!" Wang Ping said to the inside, "Egg burrito with soy milk, no money—hehe, good morning!"

Ji Zuo rushed to the door the moment Wang Ping knocked, and quickly opened the door.

Standing outside, Wang Ping was holding his breakfast. His eyes, which were not covered by the mask, were crooked, which made people feel in a good mood.

Ji Zuo is also in a good mood.

What could be more gratifying than seeing Wang Ping smiling when you wake up in the morning?

Ji Zuo took the breakfast with a smile, and glanced at Wang Ping again, his smile froze suddenly, and he frowned.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ping asked.

"Brother Wang Ping, you... didn't sleep well last night?"

"What? No?" Wang Ping touched his face subconsciously, but he only touched the outside of the mask.

Wang Ping went up again and touched his eyes—it should be all right?He had obviously covered the dark circles under his eyes with makeup cream just now.

"Your eyes." Ji Zuo frowned tightly, "Why is one single and the other double?"

Wang Ping usually has standard double eyelids, bright and beautiful, never a single pair of eyes.

Hearing what Ji Zou said, Wang Ping froze for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and didn't care: "That's why I was a little late reading the script—it's okay, you eat first, and I'll go back to sleep. "

Wang Ping was in a hurry, and was about to go to his room when Ji Zuo pressed his shoulder.

"...What's wrong?" Wang Ping felt guilty, but remained calm on the surface.

Ji Zou couldn't see anything from Wang Ping's face, so he could only lift his breakfast and shook it at Wang Ping: "Have you had breakfast?"

"Bad." Wang Ping smiled, and slipped out from Ji Zou's hand, "Eat, eat, hurry up."

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Wang Ping didn't dare to stay at Ji Zou's place any longer, so he rushed into the room, took out the thermometer, put it a few centimeters away from his forehead, and dripped it.

Wang Ping glanced at the LCD screen, fell limply on the bed, spread his hands, the thermometer fell out, and the screen was on - 37 degrees two.

It's just a cold.

Wang Ping used to have a single pair of eyes when he got sick.

Before taking the temperature, Wang Ping felt fine. After taking the temperature, Wang Ping began to feel unwell all over his body. The feeling of dizziness and stuffy nose intensified. just sleep.

When Ji came over, he knocked on the door for a long time before knocking Wang Ping out.

Wang Ping was wearing a mask when he came out, but he still couldn't see his face clearly, so he smiled at Ji Zou: "I'm sorry, I overslept."

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo ignored his smile, "Are you really, okay?"

"Bad." Wang Ping stuffed the cold medicine he had just swallowed deeper into his pocket, and said with a relaxed smile, "What could be the matter?"

Wang Ping took a few steps forward, looked back to see that Ji Zuo was still standing there, and came back to pull him: "Don't worry about it, go downstairs and take the car to the set."

Although Ji Zuo nodded his head temporarily, his eyes were always on Wang Ping.

The two went downstairs to the car. Wang Ping swayed with the car for a while, feeling dizzy. After driving for tens of meters, Wang Ping put on his hat and dozed off on one side.

But obviously dozing off doesn't make the illness better. When he got out of the car and walked to the dressing room, Wang Ping felt like he was walking on cotton.

"Ji Zou..."

Wang Ping was dizzy, so he supported the wall a little. Just as he was about to have a showdown with Ji Zou and asked him to ask for leave for him, he heard a conversation coming from the dressing room.

"That's right, the director said that Mr. Wang and Mr. Ji saved a lot of time, and there might be a holiday during the Spring Festival." It was Wang Ping's makeup artist who said this.

Ji Zou's make-up artist answered him: "Really? It would be great if I could have a holiday. I have been on the production team for several years in a row during the Spring Festival..."

"Brother Wang Ping?" Ji Zuo frowned and looked back at Wang Ping.

"Ah, it's nothing." Wang Ping put his hand pressed against the wall into his pocket and laughed, "I mean the dressing room is here, let's go in and put on makeup."

After Wang Ping finished speaking, he took a step ahead and entered the dressing room.

"Oh, Pingping is here." The makeup artist in charge of Wang Ping saw him coming in, stopped chatting immediately, and came over to pull him enthusiastically.

Wang Ping fell on the swivel chair, sighed secretly, and felt the cold hands of the makeup artist touch his face.

Wang Ping shrank slightly from the cold.

"Huh?" the makeup artist asked strangely, "You put on makeup cream yourself today? But it's okay, it's okay to put makeup on it."

"...Su Yanshuang?" Ji Zuo was just about to sit down, when he heard this, he walked towards Wang Ping, "Why did you put that on?"

As Ji Zou said, he reached out to touch Wang Ping's forehead.

Wang Ping's movements were faster than Ji's, and he pushed the wheel and slid back. After walking a certain distance every Ji, he took a breath and looked up at him with a smile.

"Don't make flowers for me." Wang Ping said with a smile, "Just try this new variety. It's pretty good. I'll borrow it from you later."

"What kind of makeup cream did you use?" Wang Ping's makeup artist brought over the wig, and lovingly pushed Wang Ping's chair back to the makeup mirror, looked at his face in the mirror, and asked.

"That's it." Wang Ping held up the phone and showed it to the makeup artist.

"Oh, I know, this is pretty good."

Ji Zuo stood silently at the side, looking at Wang Ping who was holding up his mobile phone and chatting with the makeup artist as usual, his brows were tightly frowned, and his eyes never moved away from Wang Ping.

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Although Wang Ping had applied Su Yan Cream, the makeup artist followed the usual steps to apply makeup on him. Wang Ping and Ji Zou wrapped up their down jackets and walked to the set.

The dressing room at the Sichuan base was less than a few tens of meters away from the studio. The two walked to the alley at the entrance of the studio. Tang Jialin chased after him and gave Ji Zuo a cup of hot coffee.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo handed over the coffee casually, "Do you want coffee?"

Wang Ping was in a bad mood, so he stretched out his hand kindly: "Thank you."

But at the moment when Wang Ping grabbed the coffee, Ji Zuo quickly grabbed Wang Ping's hand, and pressed Wang Ping's head with his other empty hand.

piping hot.

"Sure enough!" Ji Zuo frowned at Wang Ping, "You have a fever!"

When Wang Ping was stared at by him, his arrogance instantly weakened: "I know."

"You know...!" Ji Zuo was going to be pissed off by him, "You know you don't tell, you know you don't ask for leave?!"

"Don't yell, don't yell."

Ji Zou's voice was a bit loud, Wang Ping glanced worriedly at the director's monitor not far away, leaning his back against the wall, with lowered eyebrows, glanced at Ji Zou, and pouted at him: "Shh..."

"Shhhhhhh." Ji Zuo couldn't talk to this person, he shook off his hand, and was about to move forward, "I'm going to ask the director for leave now."

Just as Ji Zuo took a step, his fingers were grabbed.

Ji walked back and saw Wang Ping holding his finger, raised his head, his eyes were full of steam from fever, his eyes and ears were red, he looked very pitiful.

Wang Ping grabbed Ji Zuo's finger and shook his head gently.

"Ji Zou, don't."

"Why not?!"

"Look over there..." Wang Ping panted slightly, and pulled Ji away, telling him to watch the set.

Ji Zuo didn't know what Wang Ping wanted him to watch—the studio was the usual one, full of equipment, lights and boards, messy and busy.

"What am I looking at?" Ji Gou turned around and asked, frowning.

"Look at people." Wang Ping coughed, and said softly to Ji, "Look, these devices were all moved out this morning, but when we arrived, they had already been adjusted. What does this mean?"

"It means that when we rest, many people have already started to work."

As Wang Ping said, he turned to the set where people were coming and going, and some people were even jogging. He stretched out his fingers and showed Ji Zou one by one.

"The lighting engineers started work a few hours earlier than us. The Steadicam equipment is so heavy that people can crush it, and that girl..."

Ji Zou followed Wang Ping's fingers, from the lighting team to the photography team, and finally saw the girl in charge of tea in the crew.

Wearing a mask, the girl walked through the various groups to provide hot water, her shoulders shook from time to time and she coughed lightly.

She may be less than 1.6 meters, and she is so thin that she can float away when the wind blows.

"Have you seen it?" Wang Ping said in a low voice, "Many people have worked hard, and everyone worked together to make up this movie."

"Everyone is working hard, and many people are sick, but they are still persisting."

"I... am not special."

Wang Ping pulled Ji Zou's fingertips, shook them slightly at an angle that was hard for others to see, and looked at Ji Zou pleadingly.

"So, do me a favor, stick with me, and finish today's movie with me." Wang Ping said, "OK?"

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Just say yes.

Ji Zuo actually has no choice.

Ji Zuo asked Wang Ping what medicine he took today, and then asked Tang Jialin to go back and bring more warm babies, and reluctantly agreed to accompany Wang Ping to finish the movie.

The two pretended to look normal and went to the set, saying good morning to Wu Guangji.

"Good morning, good morning." Wu Guangji seemed in a good mood, relaxed, "Today our scene is simple, and the transitional scene, you two act like playing."

"That still has to be taken seriously." Wang Ping said with a smile.

Ji Zuo didn't speak, and looked at Wang Ping worriedly.

Wang Ping smiled back at him, and the two went upstairs from the wooden ladder, getting ready and starting to act.

Today, Xiao Cundeng and Ye Minghuai came to Shuzhou for the first day. The two of them found a restaurant, ordered a table of delicious dishes, drank and ate, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Shuzhou.

Ye Minghuai was sitting by the window on the second floor, whether he was sitting or not, waving a wine glass, and chattered to Xiao Cundeng in front of him contentedly:

"Taibai Poetry says that the road to Shu is more difficult than climbing to the blue sky." Ye Minghuai said with emotion, "If Qingtian is really as beautiful as this Jincheng, it will be so difficult, and it is worth seeing."

Xiao Cundeng was thinking about something, when he heard Ye Minghuai's talk, he just respectfully said: "Senior brother is right."

Ye Minghuai was toasting and drinking. He glanced at him when he heard the words, and put the wine glass on the table resentfully: "Junior brother, what is it? Can you have your own opinion?"

"My own opinion?"

"Yes, don't be old. I said yes, I said yes."

"Then, Senior Brother." Xiao Cundeng paused with his chopsticks and looked directly at Ye Minghuai, "Why did we suddenly come out to travel?"

...I want you to have your own ideas, not to let you choose which pot to turn on.

Ye Minghuai put down his wine glass, looked outside the building, unfathomable: "Of course it's because..."

Xiao Cundeng was a little surprised, and straightened up slightly—no matter what he asked along the way, Ye Minghuai didn't say anything. Now, is he finally going to tell him the reason?

"Of course it's because—" Ye Minghuai suddenly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a chopsticks and threw the vegetables into Xiao Cundeng's bowl, and said impatiently, "Eat the vegetables! Why are you asking so much?"

Next, there was a long-recorded cry on the street, and Wang Ping and Ji Zuo looked at the source of the sound at the same time.

"CUT! Thank you for your hard work!"

Wu Guangji didn't work hard at all, and the two "passed through" were outstanding. When filming this kind of scene, he had a very stable mind, just playing and enjoying.

Unlike Wu Guangji's relaxedness, Ji Zuo frowned almost the moment the beater sounded.

Wu Guangji probably didn't see it, and the camera probably didn't catch it—just when Wang Ping was serving him food, Wang Ping's chopsticks shook lightly.

Is the fever serious again?Can Brother Wang Ping hold on?Ji Zuo was worried to death.

However, under the watchful eyes of everyone on the set, Ji Zuo agreed to Wang Ping, but he couldn't touch his forehead directly.

Ji Zuo stared at Wang Ping for a while, then stretched his hand over several dishes on the table, grabbed Wang Ping's fingers, and gently squeezed Wang Ping's fingertips.

piping hot.

"Brother Wang Ping!" Ji Zuo frowned and looked up at Wang Ping.

"Ah, I think I'm much better." Wang Ping took his fingertips out of Ji Zou's hand, smiled and gestured "OK" to him, "Don't worry."

How could you not worry!

Ji Zuo wanted to ask more questions, but Wang Ping stood up with the corner of the table and walked towards the makeup artist who came up with a cosmetic bag.

The next filming went smoothly as usual. If it wasn't for the scalding temperature just now, Ji Zuo might have really believed that Wang Ping would be much better.

The last one has been shot by Wang Ping, and director Ji Zou and Wang Ping have checked it, and then they can start work.

In fact, Wang Ping couldn't sit still anymore—I don't know if he didn't eat much today or because of other reasons, he felt that the whole building was turning even when he was sitting on the bench.

For a moment, Wang Ping almost passed out and fell directly to the ground. It was the photographer next to him who quickly helped him and pushed him to the edge of the table to lean on, so Wang Ping didn't fall.

"What's wrong with this?!" the photographer asked.

"The long bench, cough... I didn't sit firmly."

As Wang Ping spoke, he moved towards the middle of the bench, as if he had really swayed just now because he was sitting too far.

"Be careful." The photographer breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Wang Ping's face, "But Pingping, why do I feel that your state is not right today?"

"Maybe I have a little cold." Wang Ping said with a smile.

"It's ok!" The two were chatting when the voice of the director's assistant came from downstairs, "The director's over there! Let's call it a day early today, thank you everyone!"

"Yeah!!!" Cheers broke out from upstairs and downstairs.

Only Ji Zou and Wang Ping looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Ji came over, supported Wang Ping calmly, and bid farewell to everyone.

"Then let's remove the makeup first." Ji Zuo said, "Thanks for your hard work!"

"Thank you!" Everyone on the set bowed to each other and bid farewell.

Ji Zou helped Wang Ping go downstairs, bid farewell to the director, walked all the way to the alley, Wang Ping pinched Ji Zou's arm, motioning him to stop.

Wang Ping couldn't move anymore.

He didn't feel it when he was sitting and filming just now, but now that he took two extra steps, he felt limp all over his body. Even with Ji Zou supporting him, it was still difficult for him to move.

Wang Ping stopped, panting against the wall, his eyes blank.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo frowned, his eyes filled with worry, "Are you really all right?"

Wang Ping leaned against the wall, glanced at Ji Zou, and felt a layer of inexplicable grievances rolled up from the bottom of his heart - in front of everyone just now, Wang Ping could have smiled and said it was okay, and continued to work as usual.

But in this alley where only he and Ji walked, Wang Ping felt a wave of grievances sweeping towards him overwhelmingly.

I don't want to work, feel uncomfortable, want to rest, want to specialize, and want to ask for leave.

"Ji Zou..." Wang Ping stared at Ji Zou, there seemed to be water in his eyes, he retracted his eyes, and said in a breathy voice, "I feel uncomfortable..."

Ji Zuo felt a heavy hammer hit his heart, he turned around quickly, and showed his back to Wang Ping.

"Come up." Ji Zuo said involuntarily, "I'll carry you."

If Brother Wang Ping says no, then hug him and walk away. Brother Wang Ping is very light and he can carry him.

But Wang Ping didn't give him a chance to hug him.

Just a second after Ji Zuo turned around, a somewhat limp body leaned over, and at the same time, his hot profile pressed against his neck.

With eyes closed, Wang Ping leaned against Ji Zuo, putting all his weight on Ji Zuo's back unceremoniously.

"Steady your back..." Wang Ping said softly.

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