Zhuang Yan hugged Xie Ning and took him to the car.
It was probably because he was too tired that day, Xie Ning cried for a while, then fell asleep in the car for a while, and when Zhuang Yan woke up, his eyes were sore under his eyes.
Crying swollen.
After getting out of the car, Zhuang Yan helped him open the car door: "I wanted you to sleep a little longer, but your clothes are soaking wet. It's not good for your health if you don't change sooner. Go upstairs to sleep after dinner."
When Xie Ning finished changing clothes, took a hot shower and went downstairs, Zhuang Yan also changed into a set of casual clothes at home and was busy in the kitchen.
Xie Ning then remembered that Zhuang Yan's clothes were all wet by him.
For people who are not familiar with Zhuang Yan, it is difficult to imagine him busy in the kitchen.
Contaminated with the smell of fireworks, Zhuang Yan is approachable.
He feels too aloof, and looks at people with a look of contempt.
Others always say that he is difficult and has a lot of things to do.
Xie Ning remembered that Wang gradually talked about a past event when he was chatting with him.
At that time, his tone was somewhat appalling, saying that the past was unbearable to look back on.
At that time, it was only a few days after leaving the machine, but Zhuang Yan didn't know what was going on. He was not satisfied with the scene design and concept map, and had to do it all over again.
Doing it all over again means that all the scenes and tools that have been set up before are also invalid.
Wang gradually didn't mention it at that time, and wanted to pull Zhuang Yan out and beat him.
Even Zhao Yang came out to persuade Zhuang Yan.
The startup is about to start, and this kind of nonsense is going on at this time. If nothing else, the budgetary cost will increase exponentially, and every extra day will cost millions more.
As a producer, he couldn't possibly agree.
But Zhuang Yan insisted.
The entire crew couldn't be stubborn over Zhuang Yan.
In the end, the art team worked overtime overnight to create a new scene design.
For this reason, the main artist at that time also had a big quarrel with Zhuang Yan, and since then they have blocked each other and no longer cooperated.
And the money lost by this move also made Zhao Yang cry without tears in private.
Xie Ning knew that Zhuang Yan was such a person who went his own way.
He is unwilling to settle or compromise, and strives for perfection in everything.
But in front of Xie Ning was a completely different Zhuang Yan.
Ordinary, safe, reliable.
It is no longer the Zhuang Da director who was complained about by everyone in the crew, but his Mr. Blue Whale.
Zhuang Yan watched him come over, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Just watching me cook, don't you come to help?"
Xie Ning can also cook. Of course, his craftsmanship is not as good as Zhuang Yan's, but there is no problem in helping him.
Xie Ning asked, "Can I help you wash the vegetables?"
Zhuang Yan nodded: "Okay."
Then he took an apron from the side and threw it to him: "The clothes you just changed are getting wet, so please put on an apron."
The apron was tied at the back, and it was not very easy to tie. Xie Ning casually tied it, and heard Zhuang Yan say, "The apron is too loose. It will be loosened before you take two steps. I will help you."
As he said that, he walked behind Xie Ning, helped him fasten it, and lowered his head to ponder: "What's wrong with what I said, are you too thin?"
Xie Ning subconsciously looked down at his waist: "Is there? I think it's okay."
"Yes." Zhuang Yan nodded sternly, and then stretched out his hand to compare, "See if I can wrap you around with just one hand."
That's true.
Zhuang Yan was a little taller than Xie Ning, but after all, they were both men, and they were not too different in body shape.
Xie Ning, somehow, always gave people a feeling of thinness.
Zhuang Yan said thoughtfully, "I have to make up for you."
Xie Ning was pinched and hugged by him, and he couldn't help but soften his waist and pushed him away: "The pot is about to burn, so don't you go take a look."
Zhuang Yan was afraid that Xie Ning would catch a cold, so he cooked a pot of healthy soup for him, which was almost boiling now.
He walked over to take a look, and turned the heat to low.
After drinking this pot of healthy soup, Xie Ning's cold body became warm.
But it was raining too much during the day, and in the second half of the night, Shainin's cold worsened and he had a fever in a daze.
The fever did not subside in the morning, and the consciousness was hazy, and it took a long time for the reflex arc to react.
Zhuang Yan asked for leave for him, reached out to test his temperature, and frowned: "I'll take you to the hospital to see."
Xie Ning was stunned for a while before pulling his sleeve: "...don't go to the hospital."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was a little hoarse.
He said slowly, "Just drink some cold medicine."
After saying a few words, he couldn't help coughing again.
Zhuang Yan frowned and looked at him for a while: "You still tell me not to go to the hospital when you are like this?"
Xie Ning's voice was a little dull and nasal: "I just don't want to go."
Also flirting.
Zhuang Yan thought blankly.
When Xie Ning had a fever, his consciousness was very trivial, and he remembered a lot of things intermittently, the past and the present, his thinking was jumping, and there was no logic.
He remembered that when he was very young, he followed his parents to live in the South.
The difference between the north and the south is too great, and he was not used to it at first, especially in winter, the cold and dampness of the south engraved in his bones made him unbearable.
Every time he spends winter, he will get seriously ill, and his health will gradually not get better.
Xia Wan was so anxious that she went to learn a lot of soup stewing methods to replenish his body. Sometimes Xie Ning had a high fever at night, and she stayed by Xie Ning's side all night long.
When Xie Ning was the most ill, he could hear Xia Wan crying and scolding Xie Jing, saying that he only cared about work all day long and didn't care about his son's life or death.
Xia Wan came from a scholarly family. Xie Ning's grandparents were both professors, and none of the family believed in religion.
But at that time, in order to make Xie Ning feel better, Xia Wan climbed up the mountain step by step and went to the most famous local monk to ask him for an amulet.
After Xie Ning was really sick, she started to become a vegetarian in order to repay her vows.
Xie Ning respected and trusted Xia Wan the most when he was a child.
When I was in elementary school, I once wrote about the person you love the most, and Xie Ning did not hesitate to write about her mother.
He believed that Xia Wan really loved him. He also really loves Xia Wan.
That kind of love is the love of all mothers for their children, pure and fiery.
But Shainin didn't know why they ended up like this.
Xie Ning was not impressed by his father, not that he rarely saw Xie Jing, but that Xie Jing had been addicted to work for many years. Even if the day and night were opposite, Xie Ning's feelings for him were still not as deep as for Xia Wan.
This may be the case in most families in China. The father is the responsibility and the mother is the care.
Children are naturally closer to their mothers.
So after discovering his sexuality, he was confused for a long time, and the first one he chose to tell was Xia Wan.
He thought that Xia Wan would understand him, comfort him, and remove his confusion.
But he always remembered Xia Wan's expression that day.
There was disbelief in the shock, and a bit of disgust and hatred that he couldn't understand.
It was something Shainin had never seen before.
Xia Wan did not understand.
She felt it was wrong.
She wants to help Shaining change it back.
She felt that her child had gone astray, and she had a responsibility and obligation to help him get back on the right track.
Xie Ning felt that Xia Wan seemed to have changed.
Become paranoid stubborn, become unreasonable, hysterical.
She even quarreled with Xie Jing, saying that it was Xie Jing who didn't care to make Xie Ning what he is now.
Xie Jing has always been helpless to her.
Burning continues.
Shainin felt hot at times and cold at other times.
He is so miserable.
He used to be pulling Zhuang Yan's sleeve in his hand, but now it was empty.
His heart also became empty.
He waved his hand a few times, but it seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, and he couldn't lift it at all.
He wanted to open his eyes, but his consciousness was hazy, and he couldn't get through.
It's so dark.
This feeling is not unfamiliar.
The road ahead is dark, consciousness disappears little by little, and the body is very uncomfortable.
It's like life is slowly passing by.
I don't know how long it took.
Hands were held, hot.
Then he was stuffed into the quilt, and the corners of the quilt were twisted and firmed.
It seems that someone is coming.
Are you here to save him
His lips were hot, as if something was sticking to him.
The warm liquid flowed into his mouth.
The desire to survive made him swallow subconsciously.
The heat of the body slowly dropped.
Xie Ning regained his energy and began to think wildly.
He thought of a long corridor.
He kept walking and walking, but he couldn't get out.
It seems that there is no end, and it seems that the end is a dead end.
He, and many others, wandered back and forth in the corridor.
There was pain and numbness on all faces.
Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore, pushed open the window of the corridor, and jumped out.
Xie Ning stared blankly at the figure of the man.
He didn't know if jumping out was a relief, or if he was heading for another dead end.
A hand was placed on his forehead.
It looked like something was stuck in his mouth.
It was taken out after a while.
Xie Ning stumbled to hear someone speaking in his ear, like a sigh of relief: "Finally, the fever is gone."
In the past, when he had a fever, Xia Wan would also be by his side like this. When he was cured, Xia Wan lost several kilograms, as if she was the one who was seriously ill.
Xie Ning never doubted Xia Wan's love for him.
He was also full of love and trust in Xia Wan.
But the hurt from the closest people also makes people more and more heart-wrenching and unforgettable.
He was in so much pain.
It was so painful that I forgot how to express my feelings to others.
Xie Ning tossed for a while, and thought of Zhuang Yan again.
He didn't ask how Zhuang Yan knew where he was yesterday.
Zhuang Yan didn't ask him why he went to the hospital.
Did Zhuang Yan know that he went to see a psychiatrist
Does Zhuang Yan know about his illness? Do you know that he can't show affection for him
He was a little confused and a little scared.
Sometimes he also doubts his feelings for Zhuang Yan, is that love
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Or just a novelty, but he was mistaken for love.
When the novelty wears off, he no longer loves.
Wouldn't this be too unfair to Zhuang Yan
But he couldn't refuse Zhuang Yan.
It's Zhuang Yan who is taking care of him now.
Xie Ning suddenly wanted to open his eyes and take a look at him.
Check out his Mr. Blue Whale.
But he was too tired. The medicine Zhuang Yan fed him probably contained sleeping ingredients. Before he could successfully open his eyes, he fell into sleep first.
When I woke up again, I didn't know what day it was.
He opened his eyes in a daze, unable to even tell what day it was today.
Chaos was stunned for a long time before he moved.
Zhuang Yan slept beside his bed.
The curtains on the balcony were wide open and the weather was fine today.
Perhaps because he was afraid that the room would be too dull, Zhuang Yan opened the curtains and made a small opening on the balcony for ventilation.
Xie Ning looked to the side, and the first thing he saw was not Zhuang Yan's sleeping face.
It is the light that shines in.