Dinner should be light and avoid greasy food.
Mingwei made a plate of stir-fried water chestnuts with pork and winter melon and pork ribs soup. On a rainy day, she stayed alone in the cozy apartment and ate the meal in comfort.
After cleaning up the kitchen, it was only 7 o'clock in the evening. Listening to the sound of rain outside the window, Mingwei suddenly wanted to play the zither for a while.
Lin Nuan's hobby and occupation are both Hanfu. When decorating the apartment, she reserved a spacious and bright studio, which is decorated with high-end solid wood in the style of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Knowing that Ming Wei can play the guzheng, Lin Nuan enthusiastically cleaned up half of the studio for her to play the guzheng, and placed four landscape screens in the middle. The room is very artistic.
Although Lin Nuan didn't mind her playing the zither at any time, and even often urged Ming Wei to play it for her, Ming Wei would try to avoid playing at different times so as not to disturb Lin Nuan's painting.
She was alone tonight, Mingwei put on her nails, thought for a moment, and started pressing the strings.
She played the guzheng music in "The Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty". Princess Minghua played the guzheng several times in the play, and Mingwei played it herself. She also played the official music. The crew wanted to give her another music fee, but Mingwei refused. She had feelings for the crew and there was no need to talk about money for everything.
In the early stage, Princess Minghua was carefree and the tune was cheerful and lively. In the middle stage, Princess Minghua got married and the tune became sad. When Princess Minghua became a mother, her mood changed and the tune became peaceful and comfortable. Only by listening carefully can you hear a trace of regret and longing. Finally, the ending song was tailor-made for Princess Minghua, which was gentle and sad.
After playing several songs in a row and going over the plot in her mind, Mingwei hung up and stared out the window, feeling a little sorry for the princess.
Fortunately, "South City" has a happy ending.
After getting over her zheng addiction, Mingwei did a set of yoga. Before practicing her acting skills, she checked Weibo out of habit. Mingwei registered her Weibo account in her freshman year, but she didn’t manage it very well. However, she likes traveling and eating. Her Weibo posts are mostly filled with photos of scenery and food, with occasional real-life photos. Over the years, she has gained thousands of fans.
Chen Zhang wanted to pay attention to her, but Ming Wei told him to wait until the official stills came out and to keep a low profile for now.
The last Weibo post was of a trip to Italy posted in March. Mingwei opened the album and posted a photo of the rainy scene taken today, accompanied by a poem by Li Qingzhao: Trying on a thin coat for the first time, tasting the green ants for the first time, gradually a breeze, a rain, and a chill.
Soon after I sent it, several messages popped up, some from strangers and some from college classmates, mostly men...
Mingwei was watching with a smile, and just as a familiar beauty's avatar appeared, a phone call came in. It was the owner of the avatar, her college roommate Han Xiaoya.
Mingwei hesitated for a few seconds and answered the call cautiously.
"Weiwei, I haven't contacted you for a long time. Are you still doing translation?"
A voice filled with deep joy came from the phone. Mingwei guessed that her roommate was in a good mood, but she became more curious. There were four people in the dormitory, and she and Han Xiaoya were both beauties. Mingwei didn't want to compete with each other, but Han Xiaoya always compared with her, and she couldn't win and gossiped behind her back. The relationship between the two can be imagined. They were in the same dormitory, and they saw each other every day. They had to maintain a superficial relationship.
After reminiscing for a minute, Han Xiaoya finally explained the purpose of her call: "Weiwei, I'm getting married on October 6th at the Hongyuan Hotel. You should come too. Xiaofang and Xiuxiu should also come. We haven't gotten together in a long time since we were in the same dormitory."
Mingwei was a little hesitant. Should she go to the wedding of her awkward roommate whom she hadn't contacted since graduation? Judging from Han Xiaoya's performance, if she hadn't just posted a Weibo to show off her presence, the other party would not have thought of inviting her at all.
"Come on, come on. We agreed at graduation that no matter who gets married, the other three will be bridesmaids. I have prepared bridesmaid dresses for you. I will send you pictures later. Okay, let's do this for now. My husband is calling me."
After the call ended, Mingwei looked helpless. She found the other two roommates from the WeChat list and talked to them. It turned out that they all went.
Then go ahead, you won’t miss anything by having a meal.
"Ah, look at the hot topics, Mu Tingzhou was in a car accident!"
Mingwei's heart skipped a beat when she saw a familiar name appear in an unrelated WeChat circle, and she immediately went to check Weibo.
#Mutingzhoucaraccident#, which was not a topic half an hour ago, has climbed to the top of the trending list in a blink of an eye. Mingwei clicked on it and saw a chaotic video. It was pouring rain, and there were raincoats and umbrellas everywhere. No faces could be seen at all, but the camera gave a close-up of Mutingzhou's luxury car, a black Porsche, with a license plate number...
Mingwei felt cold all over. How could it be possible? She had just seen Mu Tingzhou in the afternoon. How could he have been in a car accident
After staying for five minutes, Mingwei called Shen Su.
Shen Su knew more than she did. She confirmed that Mu Tingzhou had indeed been hospitalized, but the details were not known. She advised Ming Wei to keep silent and not to forward any information related to Mu Tingzhou on Weibo, including praying for his safety. Ming Wei was in no mood to use Weibo now. An acquaintance she had dealt with had a car accident, and she just hoped that he would be safe.
After five minutes of calming down, Ming Wei sent a message to Xiao Zhao, which was her only way to contact Mu Tingzhou. Knowing that Xiao Zhao must be very busy right now, Ming Wei said briefly: "I saw the news. I hope Mr. Mu is safe. You go ahead and I will pay attention to the latest reports."
Xiao Zhao did not see Ming Wei's message. After receiving the notification of Mu Tingzhou's car accident, he called the studio assistant and Mu's parents respectively, then turned off his phone and rushed to the hospital as soon as possible, waiting outside the operating room with a heavy heart. The hospital has been sealed off and no unauthorized personnel are allowed to enter. Mu Tingzhou's mother Dou Jing arrived first. The famous director Mu Chong was filming outside, and the earliest flight would arrive here tomorrow morning.
"Have you seen Tingzhou?" Seeing Xiao Zhao, Dou Jing burst into tears, wanting to know what the situation was like before her son went in.
Xiao Zhao and Mu Tingzhou were childhood friends, and he had always respected the elders of the Mu family as his own family. Hugging Dou Jing, who was about to collapse, Xiao Zhao said calmly, "Don't worry, Auntie. The nurse said Tingzhou has no skin injuries. He is now undergoing various tests, and he will be fine."
Dou Jing didn't know how to stay calm as her son's condition was unclear, but there was nothing she could do except wait.
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At around four in the morning, Mu Chong hurried to the hospital.
Mu Tingzhou had a minor injury to his spleen, which was not a serious problem. CT and other examinations did not reveal any hidden dangers, and his life was no longer in danger. However, Mu Tingzhou has been in a coma, so the doctors can only continue to observe and wait.
The danger was over and Xiao Zhao was finally in the mood to deal with the media.
When it was learned that Mu Tingzhou was not in danger of life, there was a cheer on the Internet, and several videos of fans crying with joy outside the hospital were circulated.
Inside the apartment, Mingwei leaned back in her chair and breathed a sigh of relief at the laptop screen.
Not serious good.
With a "ding" sound, there was a WeChat message and Mingwei grabbed her phone.
Xiao Zhao: Thank you for your concern. I will tell Tingzhou after he wakes up.
Mingwei smiled and sent a "hug" emoticon in reply: I wish him a speedy recovery and all the best.
Xiao Zhao: Yes.
Putting down his phone, Xiao Zhao frowned even more deeply as he looked at his best friend who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the hospital bed. He was far from as relaxed as his words sounded.
Two days later.
Mu Chong went back to Tibet to shoot first, while Xiao Zhao and Dou Jing stayed in the hospital to take care of Mu Tingzhou. At eight o'clock in the morning, the autumn light was bright outside the window. Xiao Zhao took a stroll outside and brought back several flower baskets, all sent by fans. The flowers were in full bloom, and Dou Jing forced a smile and arranged them one by one, then returned to the bedside, massaging her son according to the doctor's instructions while talking to Xiao Zhao: "Is Tingzhou doing anything recently?"
She knew her son well. His IQ was far above that of an average person. He was methodical and set high standards for himself. Under normal circumstances, he would never make such a low-level and dangerous mistake as being distracted while driving. She was worried about her son the past two days and had no time to think about these things. Now that she had calmed down a little, Dou Jing finally remembered to inquire about the cause of the accident.
Xiao Zhao looked at his best friend, was silent for a moment, and said, "Just like him before, he hasn't completely gotten over the drama yet."
Mu Tingzhou made his debut at the age of six, as his father was a director. As he grew older, his acting skills became more mature, and his difficulty in acting became more and more serious. When he was 25, he filmed a crime drama, which was the worst. Half a year after the filming was completed, Mu Tingzhou was still affected by the role. But that was also a turning point. In recent years, the time Mu Tingzhou spent getting rid of the role has begun to shorten. Given time, he will be able to truly control himself.
Dou Jing wiped her tears secretly. Her son was a drama fanatic who devoted most of his energy to filming and had no time for love.
"Tingzhou is thirty years old, and you are only two years younger than him, so you are not young either. When Tingzhou gets better, you two can take a year off. Find a girlfriend first. There is no rush to film." After calming down, Dou Jing said in a commanding tone.
Xiao Zhao touched his nose and was about to pass it off when he suddenly saw the man on the hospital bed open his eyes.
"Aunt, Tingzhou is awake!"
Dou Jing's hand trembled, and she looked up, and her son really woke up!
"Tingzhou, how are you?" Dou Jing asked with a trembling voice, leaning over and staring at her son intently.
Who is Tingzhou
The Master thought silently. He heard the woman talking, but his eyes were still on the snow-white roof. He had lived for 35 years and had been to the south and north of the Yangtze River, but this was the first time he had seen such a room. His eyes slowly moved downward, scanning the various strange things around him, including the flower baskets, and finally turned to the woman beside the bed.
The woman looked to be in her forties, had strange short hair, and was wearing strange clothes.
"Tingzhou?" His son had a strange expression on his face. Dou Jing subconsciously covered her chest with her hands, feeling inexplicably panicked.
Hearing the name "Tingzhou" again, the Grand Tutor frowned imperceptibly.
What kind of place is this? The previous emperor passed away and was buried in the imperial mausoleum. On his way back to Beijing, he stopped at the Huguo Temple for a night. How come when he woke up, the temple's guest room had changed? His heart was in turmoil, but the Taifu had won the first place in the imperial examination at the age of fourteen and had been an official in the court for more than twenty years. He had already trained himself to remain calm even when faced with a mountain collapse. Knowing that the situation was not right, he remained calm and waited for the situation to change.
Xiao Zhao called the doctor over.
The attending physician first checked the actor's physical condition, and then kindly asked him: "Do you remember your name?"
Dou Jingxin brought it up, and Xiao Zhao looked solemn.
The Grand Tutor saw the expressions of these strange people and was silent for a while. He pursed his lips and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"