Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

In the past few years, most of the voices on the Internet were criticizing Zhong Fangfei and Zhong Qin together. In recent years, Zhong Qin's reputation has improved, and netizens mainly blame Zhong Fangfei.

But after so many years, the father who was supposed to bear the most infamy seemed to be invisible.

Ji Shuyuan couldn't even find the father's name.

If anyone really deserves to die, it must be this negligent and invisible father.

... I don't know what Zhongqin thinks of his father.

Ji Shuyuan recalled the interviews he had seen, and it seemed that Zhongqin had never mentioned his father in public.

As if he was born with only his mother.

Even in acting, Zhongqin's character either doesn't have a father, or doesn't have parents, or that character doesn't have a family line at all.

He may lack this part of emotion, so he can't act at all.

After all, this is an experiential genius.

Since Zhongqin's illness lasted for a while, not only Feng Qin and Cui Zhengqian called to ask about it, but even Zhong Fangfei called Zhongqin through Feng Qin's mobile phone at noon today.

In fact, she didn't pay so much attention to Zhongqin's body before. She would only take him to the hospital when he was seriously ill, and let him recover from minor illnesses.

She has always said that boys are resistant to infection, it is okay to have a little illness, and they can also exercise their resistance.

Zhongqin still doesn't understand whether she was fooled by those quack doctors on the Internet, or whether she really doesn't care about his life or death at all.

Later, Zhongqin signed Xinglang and would not contact her once throughout the year, and she suddenly became a very loving mother. Occasionally, when she saw fans on the Internet saying that his fingers were a little scratched, she would be anxious He went to find Feng Qin to make trouble.

Zhongqin thinks that this is probably because distance produces beauty.

This call was expected by him, because the last meeting for dinner might have given her the illusion that the two of them had reconciled, so she made the call here on purpose.

... No, it should be said that the meeting last time gave everyone the illusion, that's why Feng Qin didn't stop her.

Only Zhongqin knew in his heart that it was impossible for them to reconcile in this life.

Precisely because they are the closest people in blood, they have the highest expectations and the deepest hurt, and it is impossible to reconcile.

After answering the call, Zhongqin didn't seem to have any abnormality on the surface, and the shooting in the afternoon was not affected.

It wasn't until Liang Cheng said that he could leave work and he and Ji Shuyuan returned to the hotel together that he felt a little tired.

The two of them took a bath one after another. Looking at the time, it was not yet four o'clock.

Zhongqin was not very talkative when he was ill.

That mouth, which was both lovable and disgusting, finally quieted down, making him look extraordinarily well-behaved.

Ji Shuyuan stared at him after taking the medicine, and saw that he was sleepy, so he let him sleep for a while.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Zhongqin asked while pinching the quilt.

"I'm not sleepy." Ji Shuyuan said, "I'm sleeping now, I can't sleep at night."

Zhongqin knew that he couldn't sleep at night and could only endure it, it must be uncomfortable, so he didn't force him.

Ji Shuyuan covered him with a quilt, turned off the lights, and sat on the small sofa next to him with his computer in his arms to read the script.

Zhongqin wanted to see if he was there from time to time, but in the end he was very irritated by his own twitching movements, and forced his eyes to close tightly, making up his mind not to open them no matter how much he wanted.

But he couldn't sleep.

Tired and sleepy, but just can't sleep.

As soon as I close my eyes, I feel wronged, and I don't know why, I just feel sad.

He attributed these to his hypocrisy when he was sick, and decided to be more tolerant to himself, so he stretched out his hand and patted the pillow next to him.

Hearing the movement, Ji Shuyuan looked up at him.

"Mr. Ji..." Zhongqin whispered, "I want you to accompany me..."

Ji Shuyuan was slightly taken aback: "I'm afraid that the screen light will disturb you...forget it."

He got up and put down the computer, lifted the quilt and lay down.

"It won't bother me." Zhongqin said, "You can lie on the bed and watch."

"It's okay, don't watch it." Ji Shuyuan hugged him gently, "Go to sleep."

Zhongqin tugged at his sleeve: "Are you memorizing the lines for the next scene? You really won't bother me..."

"Look around casually to pass the time." Ji Shuyuan patted him on the back, "Don't worry, I've already memorized the lines fluently."

Zhongqin nodded: "Then hold me tight."

Ji Shuyuan then tightened his arms.

Zhongqin felt that he was pressing against his chest, and suddenly there was an impulse from somewhere, and he called out: "Teacher Ji..."

"Huh?" Ji Shuyuan bowed his head.

Zhongqin opened his mouth, but for some reason, he didn't say anything in the end.

"what you want to say?"

Zhongqin shook his head: "... I don't know... I just want to call you."

Ji Shuyuan didn't speak for a long time.

Zhongqin buried his face in his neck and rubbed it.

"Here." Ji Shuyuan rubbed his hair.

Zhongqin seemed to feel relieved at last, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the evening, he was in a daze and was about to wake up. He stretched out his hand and found no one around him. His heart was empty for a moment, and he sat up in shock.

"...Mr. Ji?" Zhongqin shouted in panic, "Ji Shuyuan?...brother...where are you?"

He scrambled and got out of bed, wandering around the room with his bare feet like a wandering ghost.

The room was dark and empty, without any echo.

With a sore throat, Zhongqin staggered to the window and pulled the curtains aside.

The sky has completely darkened, and there is a small garden outside the window, only a few dim yellow street lamps.

Not a single person was there.

Zhongqin trembled in fear.

He seems to have forgotten that there is such a thing as a mobile phone in this world, so he kept sticking it to the window, then stretched out his hand tremblingly to open the window, and carefully poked his head out to look outside.

The outside of the building is specially built with a shelf for the external unit of the air conditioner. It is about one meter below the window and has a width of [-] centimeters. People can easily stand on it when they fall down.

But there is no protection there.

This is the second floor.

Zhongqin opened his eyes blankly, tears rolled down silently.

After hesitating for a long time, he raised his leg and hung up the window railing.

When Ji Shuyuan opened the door and came in, Zhongqin was already hanging outside with most of his body.

Everything in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, Ji Shuyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart and breathing stopped——

He's never been that fast in his life.

There was only a gust of panic in the air, the door had just hit the wall, and Zhongqin had already been pulled down by Ji Shuyuan.

The two rolled down on the carpet, Ji Shuyuan hugged the person in his arms tightly, his mind was blank for a long time.

Then his mind was awakened by Zhongqin's low cry.

"Jujuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Ji Shuyuan kept kissing his hair, "My brother will be scared to death by you..."

"You're not here..." Zhongqin clenched his clothes tightly with one hand, and rubbed his other hand desperately on the carpet, "It's so hot, so hot..."

"What's so hot?" Ji Shuyuan held up his face, "Tell brother, what's so hot?"

"It's hot in my dream..." Zhongqin cried so hard that there was no dry skin on his face, "I'll have nightmares if you're not here...you promised me...why aren't you here?"

"You have a fever, I'm going out to buy some medicine..." Ji Shuyuan helped him onto the bed while explaining, and saw him crying so hard that his heart seemed to wrinkle into a ball, "If you don't do this next time, I'll apologize to you, okay?" ? Don't cry..."

"I don't want you anymore."

Ji Shuyuan's breathing was stagnant.

Zhongqin shook his head desperately and pushed him: "You don't mean anything, I don't want you anymore..."

Ji Shuyuan held him tightly in his arms silently and forcefully.

Zhongqin couldn't move, so he raised his eyes and accused him with eyes full of water: "...how could you not be here? I asked you before I went to sleep, and you said you were here...how could you not be here?" Woolen cloth?"

"There will be no next time." Ji Shuyuan pressed his chin against the top of his hair, and finally he was able to breathe out completely, "I'm sorry... I don't know. There will be no next time."

He never thought that Zhongqin's problem would be so serious.

Even though Tian Jie reminded him several times intentionally or unintentionally, that Zhongqin must not be away from others when he was sleeping, but he... didn't take it too seriously.

One is that he feels that Zhongqin can never be away from him when he sleeps.

The second is that Zhongqin did not show too strong adverse reactions in front of him from the very beginning.

Obviously he has been sleeping very well, very well-behaved, and never moves when he is asleep.

There was only one time when he woke up halfway, and he was only asked to look at the window, and soon fell asleep again.

Why is this happening?

Ji Shuyuan remembered the previous scene, and hugged the person in his arms even tighter with lingering fear.

Zhongqin calmed down slowly amidst his beating drum-like heartbeat.

Ji Shuyuan seemed to be really frightened. After such a long time, his heartbeat still maintained an abnormal speed.

On such a cold day, his head was covered with sweat, and his body temperature was appallingly high.

If he could not feel that the other person's skin on his forehead was cooler, Zhongqin would suspect that it was actually him who had the fever.

"Ji..." Zhongqin opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Ji Shuyuan didn't respond.

"I'm sorry...what you said just now is nonsense." Zhongqin tugged at his sleeve, "I didn't tell you in advance...you don't have to blame yourself."

Ji Shuyuan still didn't speak.

Zhongqin sighed: "I didn't expect to do something like this on your birthday... I wanted to give you a good birthday..."

Ji Shuyuan suddenly picked him up without saying a word.

Zhongqin wrapped his arms around his waist subconsciously, holding his shoulders nervously with both hands: "What, what are you doing?"

"Go and take the medicine."

Zhongqin wanted to struggle: "...I can walk by myself."

"I can't." Ji Shuyuan held him down.

"……Um?"

"I'm afraid of death, and my legs go limp when I think about it." Ji Shuyuan said coldly, "I can't walk without holding you."

"...What is this saying?"

"Two people stand firm, and they will fly if they are too light." Ji Shuyuan gave him a cool look, "On the 32nd floor, it only takes four seconds to fly down."

Zhongqin shut his mouth.

Ji Shuyuan carried him to the door, closed the door, and picked up the medicine boxes scattered on the ground.

When he bent down, Zhongqin felt that his back was touching the ground, and frightenedly used all his strength to hug him.

Ji Shuyuan opened the medicine box with one hand, then put him on the cabinet, took out the medicine to be taken according to the doctor's order and put it in his palm.

"Anti-fever medicine?" Zhongqin took the water glass handed over by Ji Shuyuan, and his legs relaxed.

Before he fell completely, someone grabbed his ankle.

Ji Shuyuan: "Take it."

"..." Zhongqin smiled flatteringly, "It's very tiring to be like this all the time."

"Yeah." Ji Shuyuan said, "Coiled."

Zhongqin pouted: "How can you treat a patient like this?"

"I'm also a sick patient." Ji Shuyuan pulled him with one hand and pressed it on his chest, "Arrhythmia."

"..."

"Coiled." Ji Shuyuan repeated again, and raised his chin again, "Take medicine."

Zhongqin had no choice but to hang his legs loosely around his waist, look at the few medicines in his palm, feed them into his mouth with his head raised, and then drink water to go down.

The water was obviously left there before, and the temperature is just right now.

Ji Shuyuan watched him swallow the medicine, and said, "If the fever doesn't subside at night, I'll take you to the hospital."

"I don't want to go to the hospital..." Zhongqin frowned, "I'm sure I'll be fine."

"You said it doesn't count."

Ji Shuyuan put him back on the bed, stared at him for a moment, and still couldn't help kissing his lips: "Take a break...I won't leave again."

"...I can't fall asleep... It's not because I'm afraid, but because I don't feel sleepy after a long sleep." Zhongqin looked at him, "I want to chat with you, okay?"

"Yeah." Ji Shuyuan sat down beside him, "What do you want to talk about?"

Zhongqin wanted to speak but stopped for a moment, then murmured: "You... don't you want to ask me something?"

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

Zhong Qin breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Shuyuan glanced at him, but said nothing.

"Actually, I prepared a birthday present for you." Zhongqin sat up on his knees and touched his phone, "I was supposed to go there to pick it up and give it to you, but I didn't expect to be lazy when I got sick...so I asked Maomao to pick it up... ...I guess he..."

Just as he was talking, the phone in Zhongqin's hand vibrated.

"Look," he waved his hand at Ji Shuyuan, "Cao Cao Cao Cao is here."

Mao Qirui was already downstairs when he called, and he walked to the door not long after.

Ji Shuyuan went to open the door, thanked Mao Qirui, and took the things back.

It's a palm-sized courier box.

Zhongqin jumped out of bed excitedly: "I'll take it apart."

Ji Shuyuan threw the box to him.

"Don't look at it yet."

Zhongqin turned his back to him, fiddled for a while, then turned around, and walked to Ji Shuyuan with a white box in his hand.

"What is it?" Ji Shuyuan took the box and turned it around in his hand.

Zhongqin stared at him expectantly: "Take it apart and have a look."

Ji Shuyuan looked down at the box.

It looks very simple, there is no logo on the surface of the box, only a bow tied with a red ribbon, it should not be a big name.

Take a closer look, there are several deep creases on the ribbon, but there is no trace at all on the corners of the box, indicating that the ribbon was originally sent separately, and the bow was tied just now by Zhongqin.

Ji Shuyuan tore apart the bow tie, and opened the paper box under Zhongqin's focused eyes.

Inside lay a simple but chic men's necklace.

Ji Shuyuan looked up at him.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time and I don't know what to give..." Zhongqin explained, "Then I suddenly remembered that I've seen videos of you participating in events before. Even if you walk on the red carpet, you rarely wear accessories. I think it's a pity, just... ..."

Ji Shuyuan is very good at focusing on the key points: "Did you still watch the videos of me participating in activities before?"

"Ah..." Zhongqin licked his lips, "Look handsome, can't you?"

"Are you looking at anyone else besides me?"

"Look..." Zhongqin pondered his expression, thinking that today is his birthday, so he can be fooled if he should, and said, "Why do you look at other people, the main thing is to look at you—who is more handsome than you?"

Ji Shuyuan laughed, feeling that his heartbeat had finally slowed down.

He even has a psychological shadow on the window now, as long as he glances in that direction, the scene of Zhongqin almost falling will automatically play in his mind.

Every time I think about it, my heart palpitates.

Fortunately, this birthday present diverted his attention a little.

He took out the necklace and handed it to Zhongqin, beckoning him to put it on for himself, and asked, "Why did you give me this?"

"Ah? Just..." Zhongqin put on the necklace for him, and was taken aback when he heard the words, "Your birthday... shouldn't you give it to him?"

"Why the necklace?" Ji Shuyuan repeated the question, emphasizing the word "necklace".

Zhongqin: "I just want to give you some accessories, this time a necklace, next time..."

"A ring?" Ji Shuyuan interrupted him.

"...It's not impossible... that kind of jewelry ring." Zhongqin said, "This necklace was made by an independent designer I knew before. Originally, he was happy to design it with the client, but this time he was short on time. I Let him take full responsibility. If we do it next time, I will try to design it with him.”

"Okay," Ji Shuyuan said leisurely, "I'll wait."

Zhongqin took half a step back and looked at him for a while, then nodded and said, "Looks good, next time you walk on the red carpet, you can wear this."

After talking about what he realized, he shook his head again: "No, you should wear accessories from the brand, right?"

"Just wear this."

Zhongqin laughed: "As long as you like it."

It was a bit late, but the two of them hadn't eaten all afternoon.

Zhongqin was sick and had no appetite, Tian Jie called to ask, he said he would not eat, but later Deng Qi came to deliver dinner to Ji Shuyuan, and Ji Shuyuan asked him to follow him for a while.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Zhongqin's fever gradually subsided, only his body still had a low-grade fever.

He let out a long sigh of relief, thankful that he didn't have to go to the hospital.

When he was about to go to sleep, Zhongqin saw that Ji Shuyuan was still wearing the necklace, and helped him take it off, dumbfounded.

The two were lying on the bed, and Ji Shuyuan locked the window in advance. Not only was his back facing the window, but he also pressed Zhongqin's face against his chest to prevent him from looking back.

Zhongqin endured it for a long time, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, raised his face and said, "That was an accident, you really don't have to be so serious."

Ji Shuyuan said irresistibly, "Sleep."

"But I can't sleep." Zhongqin complained, "I slept for too long in the afternoon, and I was frightened again, and now my brain is very hyperactive."

Ji Shuyuan frowned: "What do you want to do?"

"Do something you love."

Zhongqin turned over, turned on the bedside lamp, knelt down and took out a familiar red ribbon from under the pillow.

I don't know exactly when he hid this thing under the pillow.

Facing Ji Shuyuan, he raised the ribbon and tied a bow around his neck.

The pajamas have a wide neckline, and they fall and hang on the shoulders as they move.

"I know that the gift you really want is not a necklace...Although it can't be done overnight, it can be done once..."

Ji Shuyuan stared at him deeply, his pupils darker than the night.

"I originally planned to give both of them, but I didn't expect..." Zhongqin slipped his Adam's apple, and asked in a low voice, "It's not past twelve o'clock yet, another gift...do you still want it?"

Ji Shuyuan squinted his eyes: "Am I a beast?"

"I'm fine. I just have a little fever now. I'm fine." Zhongqin bent down and lay in front of him, his voice seemed to float over, "I heard... when you have a fever... you will feel very comfortable..."

The author has something to say:

Teacher Ji: Terrible...

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感谢在2021-10-0215:43:12~2021-10-0222:32:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1 Luoluo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!