Tie up to the social fear movie emperor

A thick layer of mist filled Fan Xiaoyu's eyes.Before he could clearly see half of Luo Xiao's face above the mask, Luo Xiao had already closed the door and shrank in.

Fan Xiaoyu took two steps forward, then turned around in frustration.Luo Xiao also sat slumped on the floor leaning against the door, his heart beating wildly.

Even if you can see each other through video every day, it is far less impactful than that glance.

Like Fan Xiaoyu, he wants to meet, wants to meet so much...

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Not long after, Fan Xiaoyu came back, took his own meal, and sat down outside the door.

"Xiaoluobo, I'm here to accompany you to have a New Year's Eve dinner~" He said as if nothing happened, "Shall we watch the Spring Festival Gala together? Although there is nothing to watch, but you can complain while watching, otherwise you will not understand this year It's a new joke, hahahaha..."

Luo Xiao sat there holding the casserole in a daze.There were a few round dumplings in the pot, a piece of steak that didn’t look very good, and half a roast chicken—Fan Xiaoyu knew that Luo Xiao didn’t pay much attention to the first two items in "color, fragrance", so he always served them. The food was like a hodgepodge, but it was always stuffed with the best food Fan Xiaoyu could make at that time.

For example, adding eggs to the noodles, then adding meat, then adding chicken legs, adding fish balls, and finally adding grilled sausage and steak... Later, Fan Xiaoyu felt that soaking in soup would affect the taste, so he gave him several times in one meal. Luo Xiao After eating the same dish, he ran downstairs to make the same dish freshly, trying to get the hottest and freshest taste every time.

Luo Xiao said that no matter what Fan Xiaoyu cooks, he loves to eat it. In fact, every time he holds the food made by Fan Xiaoyu in a daze for a long time, he will only move his chopsticks.

The two are separated by a door and connected to the line with their mobile phones. The Spring Festival Gala has not yet started, and the two are chatting and eating.

The main content of the chat is nothing more than the progress of the epidemic.Both of them had seen SARS when they were young, so when this kind of thing happened, both of them were instinctively nervous.

"I heard that even if the patients were cured at that time, the sequelae were very serious," Fan Xiaoyu said, "There was no diagnosis in my hometown, did you have any in your home?"

"In one case," Luo Xiao said, "the one who came back from Guangdong... died later."

"Well……"

No wonder Luo Xiao was so nervous. In 2003, he was only eight or nine years old, and he was still in China. He must have witnessed the scene when everyone was in danger, disinfected every day, and the salt, vinegar, and banlangen in the supermarket were robbed. Things are scary...

"Some jokes on the Internet today are very funny," Fan Xiaoyu changed the subject, "Some villages use loudspeakers to tell everyone not to visit during the Spring Festival, some use drones to drive back people who are wandering outside, and some villages use roads It’s all dug up, and no outsiders are allowed in, it’s too cruel..."

"Um……"

"However, I heard that several cities in Hubei have been closed, and many medical staff from other provinces rushed to Wuhan overnight. Hey, the new year has been difficult, and now the past is not good or bad..."

"You have to believe in them. They all believe in themselves. You can see how brave their smiles are in their expedition photos."

"But their family must be very reluctant..." Fan Xiaoyu whispered, "Xiao Luobo, if you were a doctor, I would never let you go."

Luo Xiao didn't speak, and Fan Xiaoyu immediately said: "Don't blame me for being selfish. I am selfish. If I were a doctor, I would definitely go, but I will definitely not let you go. This matter is not negotiable!"

"I think so too."

"You—" Fan Xiaoyu poked a dumpling up and ate it in one bite, "Okay, then we'll die together..."

"There is no such option."

"you!"

"Okay, baby," Luo Xiao said patiently, "It's the Chinese New Year, so let's stop arguing about it, okay?"

"Tch, it's just that I won't quarrel with you for the time being, wait until the day you 'get out of prison', you see how I torment you."

The corner of Luo Xiao's mouth curled up: "Okay, I'll wait."

"Stinky carrot! What are you thinking again!"

"For God's sake, I didn't think of anything."

"Fuck your god, I don't believe in any god..."

"You have to respect it even if you don't believe it, or be careful that some kid will come to you at night—"

"Ah, what are you talking about! I dare not sleep alone!"

After the yelling, Fan Xiaoyu calmed down again, and it took a long time before she said aggrievedly: "Xiao Luobo, I really miss you..."

"I saw you just now."

"I, I'm just—little radish, you say, it should be okay if we meet at a distance, right? Or, well, we'll always keep a distance of two meters, you sit on one side of the sofa, and I sit on the other side of the sofa We don’t touch each other, we all wear masks and watch TV together, should we be fine?”

"I'm afraid—"

"I will control myself! I will never jump on you!"

"I'm afraid of me, I may lose control of myself."

"..."

Fan Xiaoyu's eyes were moist again.He thought that he was the only one tormented by the longing, but between the two of them he always believed that Luo Xiao was the one who had the deepest affection, so it must be even more difficult for him locked in the room...

He leaned against the door, leaned his ears on the door, and whispered, "Xiaoluoba, I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"I--"

"I don't care, I love it more."

"Okay," Luo Xiao's long eyelashes drooped, "You love me more."

"I miss you so much..." Fan Xiaoyu murmured.It seems that Luo Xiao didn't hear this sentence, but he has said it countless times in his heart...

The two calmed down.Although it was difficult, at this moment, compared to those who were going through life and death, Fan Xiaoyu felt that she was considered lucky.

"Xiaoluobo, tell me, we can still sit here and eat a warm New Year's Eve dinner, isn't it a blessing in misfortune?"

"Ah."

"I just watched the video of the doctors and reporters going out, and I almost cried..."

"I know."

"Xiaoluobo, if you have a chance in the future, you can play a doctor too?"

"Okay, I will act if necessary."

Fan Xiaoyu didn't understand what "need" meant at first, then he remembered that there seemed to be some related film and television dramas after SARS, and this time there should be one too——

"Then why don't we play doctors together! Oh, but it's impossible to play a couple. The scene we imagined just now will definitely not happen..."

Luo Xiao smiled and shook his head, what was going on in this guy's little head...

"...How about I play your assistant? No, the director will definitely feel that my image is not stable, and may only let me play the boyfriend of a sick young girl, and then realize life and death because of this disaster. Love is precious, so I decided to change my face and start a new life, settle down and spend my life with her..."

Luo Xiao is speechless, how big is his brain...

"But that's all we actors can do," Fan Xiaoyu was still murmuring, "I heard from my mother that he and Uncle Ming are still smoking a few masks abroad—it's abominable, this virus just happened to be in time for the Spring Festival It's a holiday, otherwise, as usual, masks and the like wouldn't be so easy to sell out of stock, right?..."

"Ah."

"By the way, do you think we will need to donate money this time? Let me ask Ruirui, what should be donated, donate quickly—"

"The New Year's Eve—"

"It's okay," Fan Xiaoyu said, "She hasn't been home for the New Year, she is probably bored now, let me ask her..."

Fan Xiaoyu spends a lot of money on public welfare every year. Although Luo Xiao must have been the first thing he worried about at the beginning of the epidemic, he has not forgotten that they should set an example as stars at this time.

Guo Rui replied that she had already thought of it for him, and that she had been in touch with a charity organization run by a senior in the industry, and she had donated all the money that should be donated, and she also donated Luo Xiao's share by the way.

But what is lacking now are masks and other protective equipment. Fan Xiaoyu told her Jian Ai's words, and Guo Rui's eyes lit up.

"That's good, is my mom willing to donate in the name of both of you? If possible, to promote the public welfare of you two—"

"You can do whatever you want to do with publicity," Fan Xiaoyu said, "Don't be too jumpy at a time like this. There are already many people who don't like me, and if they still make a fuss about donations at this time, they will definitely criticize me even more. It's not kind..."

"There are not many people who don't like you," Guo Rui comforted, "The idol drama filmed a few years ago will be on the stars after a while. I heard that the publicity test was very good a while ago, which shows that you are accepted by the public. It’s still okay.”

"Hey, at a time like this—"

"At this time, we need more positive energy, warm and loving dramas? You see that the Spring Festival Gala is airing as scheduled... That's right, the Spring Festival Gala is about to start, I'm going to turn on the TV..."

Fan Xiaoyu thinks about it too.In the past few days, there has been turmoil and turmoil on the Internet, and the atmosphere on the Internet has never been so tense and heavy as it is now.

So in this case, he has no "business acumen" to catch any enthusiasm.In front of life and death, all living beings are mortals. When seeing death cases quietly appearing one after another, besides the sympathy and sadness of normal people, what he feels the most is still fear...

If it happened in Beijing, if Luo Xiao and him were sitting back to back across the door of the ward...

He dared not think about it.

"small carrot?"

"Ok?"

"How's your temperature today?"

"Didn't I show you? 36 degrees 7."

"Look again, look again~"

Luo Xiao connected the video and measured one for him on the spot.

"That's good," Fan Xiaoyu said with a sigh of relief, "Xiaoluobo, do you know what I was thinking just now?"

"Thinking about what?"

"I was thinking that we are still alive and can still hear each other's voices, which is already the happiest thing in the world."

"..."

"So I forgive you for not letting me see you, hehe~"

"..."

Luo Xiao's eyes were full of smiles, he stared at the bottom of the bowl that he had emptied, and said, "Fool..."

The next few days turned out to be more difficult than imagined.

Fan Xiaoyu no longer wanted to see Luo Xiao.As long as he didn't cook, he would sit outside Luo Xiao's door and accompany him.The two sometimes chatted about the epidemic, sometimes checked the news, and most of the time Luo Xiao read books, while Fan Xiaoyu watched all kinds of help messages on Weibo, feeling anxious.

"Do you think I can do anything for them?" Fan Xiaoyu stared at her phone one evening and said, "Many hospitals in Wuhan are full, just now another fan named me and said that her father must be infected but there is no hospital to pick him up." ...What should I do, little radish, I feel sad just looking at it."

"You try to retweet it. You have a lot of fans, maybe help her spread it and someone will help her."

"Is this all right? What if there is still no way to send it to the hospital? I saw some people on the Internet saying that someone was thrown in the corridor and died like this, little carrot, it's so scary—"

"Xiaoyu, don't look at your phone these few days," Luo Xiao said seriously, "Let's not talk about whether all the news that popped up on the Internet are all true, even if it is true, you can directly help Not too busy."

"How could it not be true? I see a lot of them—"

"Many people didn't even bring pictures, and their words were even inconsistent," Luo Xiao said, "Xiaoyu, I'm not questioning everyone, I mean that in this situation, some people will take advantage of the chaos to stir up trouble and confuse the public, which not only causes Panic will delay people who really need help.”

"Will there be such a thing?"

"You may not know it in China. I have seen too many similar things on the Internet."

"I thought you weren't online..."

"I don't watch it very often, but I do. And I also know that a lot of people have started to suffer from anxiety and even insomnia because of these overwhelming tragedies, and that may be what those people are looking for. I've been watching vicarious trauma these days. Psychology books, I think at this moment, you can help as much as you can, and if you can’t help, don’t let it disturb your heart. If you yourself are affected, what you can do is not Is there less?"

"I, what I can do... But I don't think I can do anything, I can't even help my little mother and the others to raise masks... Hey, tell me, how about I go with the plane and help them distribute Masks, shall we?"

"Are you stupid?" Luo Xiao really wanted to knock him on the head from the air, "How many more boxes of masks can you distribute when you go? Can you work faster than those who do physical work all year round?"

"Then I-"

"Didn't you say that you are the spiritual pillar of the fans? At this time, can you transmit a little power through the screen?"

"I still—but I myself, I feel like I'm about to collapse..."

Fan Xiaoyu's voice was quiet, but Luo Xiao knew it was true.The communication between the two of them seemed normal these past few days, but he knew that with Fan Xiaoyu's frank heart, even if it was an act, it wouldn't last long.

"Xiaoyu..." Luo Xiao carefully considered the words and said, "If you are tired, don't hold back, sometimes it might be better to cry—"

"Who will comfort me when I cry?" Fan Xiaoyu said stubbornly, "I won't cry unless you are in front of me, am I stupid?~"

"..."

Fan Xiaoyu hugged her knees and said, "But I really have enough of being alone..."

"Xiao Yu—"

"It's okay!" Fan Xiaoyu suddenly cheered up again, and said, "My little heart is stronger than most people, and it won't break down so easily—what you just said is indeed a new idea, do you think I can help everyone? Write a song? But I don't know how many people still want to listen to it..."

"I want to hear it," Luo Xiao said, "Xiao Yu, even if no one in the world wants to follow you anymore, I will be your last listener."

Fan Xiaoyu was quiet for two seconds, then laughed out loud:

"Hahaha, little radish, why are you so nasty all of a sudden... Then I'll go down and touch the piano? Can you do it by yourself?"

"Go quickly, I haven't heard you practice the piano for a long time."

"I--"

"Go," Luo Xiao said, "I can hear you."

So Fan Xiaoyu got up without saying a word and ran downstairs.

He sat in front of the antique piano very excitedly, and took a deep breath to calm his throbbing heart.

It was gray outside the window, and there were very few vehicles on the elevated Third Ring Road, which was originally full of traffic.

This winter, desolation, loneliness, sadness, misfortune...all the themes seem to be as gloomy as the sky.He touched a few minor polyphony at random. He didn't like the rigidity of baroque music at first, but now he can express his heart, which is as heavy as machinery, but shrouded in the restlessness of a gust of wind under its monotonous appearance. What about the notes...

Fan Xiaoyu gradually sank into his music.He didn't think about what he wanted to play, he didn't think about what he wanted to express, he was simply using music to describe the scene in front of him, the faces who experienced despair but were still full of expectation; those poor people who lost their loved ones in this cold winter, The powerful backs of those great retrogrades, and the golden rim that seems to herald the dawn beside the dark clouds...

Fan Xiaoyu completely forgot herself in the ocean of music.There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was a gentle watery color in his eyes, and his eyelashes gradually became wet unconsciously, so he simply closed his eyes...

And a figure on the stairs was carefully hiding in a place he couldn't see, looking at him with moving eyes, quietly admiring his intoxicated appearance.

This antique piano was really the right gift for him, Luo Xiao thought to himself.Only such an ancient and immortal legendary work is worthy of him, this beloved who only belongs to Luo Xiao...

It took a long time before Fan Xiaoyu opened his eyes, and his vision became clear again.

The sky outside the window was completely dark, and sporadic lights appeared on the tall buildings.Fan Xiaoyu sighed and stared at the hazy night sky for a long time.He was trying his best to get himself out of the emotion just now, but for some reason, he always felt a little weird, as if he was being stared at by someone, and the gaze seemed familiar...

He raised his eyes to look up the stairs, and Luo Xiao's figure flashed past.Fan Xiaoyu got up excitedly and wanted to catch up, but the phone rang at the right time——

Fan Xiaoyu was a little impatient.He didn't want to answer at first, but the words "Doctor Huang" lifted his spirits——

"Doctor Huang? How's it going?...Really? Is it ready to be tested? Great!"