The girl tilted her head and listened carefully, a stethoscope hung crookedly on her slightly red ear. She pressed her fingertips and finger pads against his chest, and the vibration came along with the hearing and touch.
After a while, Ji Shiyan heard her voice, light and confident.
Her eyelashes curled slightly: "Your heart is beating so fast."
The girl in front of me was drunk, her lower eyelids and nose tip were flushed with drunkenness, and her loose white coat covered her entire body. She was half leaning on the sofa and said softly and vaguely, "Your heart is beating so fast."
There was a faint echo in the living room. Ji Shiyan's Adam's apple rolled and he pulled her clothes up.
He admitted, "Yeah."
The little girl's pupils were very bright, and it was hard to tell whether it was due to the reflection of the light or if it was just like that, as if covered by a layer of fog that made one want to express something but could not.
She changed her position and half-knelt on the sofa, moving closer and closer to him.
Just when Ji Shiyan was unsure of what she wanted to do and thought he should just respond and close his eyes, Ji Ning very thoughtfully moved the position of the stethoscope.
"One thousand and one," she said.
Ji Shiyan opened his eyelids: "What?"
"Your heart rate is about one thousand and one beats a minute," Doctor Ji Ning retracted his hand and sank back into the sofa, muttering to himself, "Wait a minute, let me think about what medicine to prescribe."
“… … ”
So she was just counting heartbeats
The man closed his eyes and nodded silently.
OK.
Ji Shiyan decided to abandon his unnecessary color waste from now on and enter her world of topics.
"How is it possible to do a thousand strokes a minute?"
She hugged the pillow, frowned and threw the question to him again: "That is to say, how did you do it?"
"One thousand and one is a storybook," he said, "you counted wrong."
So he prepared to cooperate with the "doctor" and started counting again -
He also wanted to know how many times the thing in his chest that was violently rising and falling beat.
After a few counts, the girl got tired, let go of her hands, and fell asleep leaning against the back of the sofa.
The man choked and couldn't say anything.
He suspected that she had come here on purpose to torment him tonight.
Just as he was about to get up, a burst of music came from a certain direction. It must be her cell phone ringing.
The person lying on the sofa didn't move at all, and his breathing even became more even.
The person who called her at this time must be someone with something to talk to her about. Ji Shiyan wanted to answer the phone for her, but his outstretched hand paused in mid-air.
The phone obviously wouldn't be in her coat pocket, and she was wrapped tightly in her coat. So how could he open her coat and look more gentlemanly? Would she wake up and kick him in the skull
The man supported himself on the back of the sofa with one hand, and just as he was leaning down, Ji Ning opened his eyes.
…
The flowing air seemed to be still for a moment. He lowered his eyes in silence, and his distinct eyelashes cast fan-like shadows.
The girl moved twice, as if she knew what he was looking for. She mysteriously took out her cell phone from behind her and whispered in his ear, as if telling him a secret: "You never expected it, it's here."
After he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction.
Her breath was moist, carrying the scent of grape wine, and fell on his earlobe, like a spreading electric current.
Ji Shiyan felt a tingling sensation on his back and he quickly turned over and got off the sofa.
… What the devil is alcohol
He coughed twice: "Answer the phone."
Ji Ning held his breath and looked at the caller ID, then picked up the phone: "What's the matter?"
"I'm back. Where are you?" Nuo Nuo's voice was a little hurried. "I heard that you are sick? Or is there something wrong?"
"I'm fine, I'm not sick." She looked up at the ceiling and thought blankly.
Nuonuo was also quite perceptive: "What's with that sound? Have you been drinking? Are you drunk?"
Ji Ning thought for two seconds and said seriously: "I'm not drunk. How could that be possible? I have a good alcohol tolerance. I won't get drunk no matter how much I drink. And I haven't..."
After hearing this nonsense, Ji Shiyan stood up and walked to her side, spreading his hands: "I'll do it."
It was strange that despite such unclear words, she knew that Ji Shiyan wanted to answer the phone.
It just so happened that she was tired and didn't want to talk, so she handed the phone to him.
The man was much more sober now. He explained the situation in a few words and said to Nuonuo, "She's drunk. Come pick her up. I'll send the address to your phone later."
Nuonuo quickly agreed: "Okay, okay, thank you for your help."
Because an emergency occurred during the recording process between the two Jis, Ji Shiyan stopped the recording and drove directly to the hospital to take Ji Ning. His phone was on silent mode and he didn't answer the phone. Jiang Sheng couldn't contact him, so he could only go find Nuo Nuo.
Nuonuo learned about the situation from Jiang Sheng, and went straight to Jiang Sheng's location as soon as he got off the plane. Jiang Sheng was also there when he made the call. At this moment, the two were sitting in a cafe, waiting for Ji Shiyan to send the address.
The detailed address soon appeared in the inbox. Nuonuo showed it to Jiang Sheng: "Do you know where this is?"
Jiang Sheng confirmed three times before speaking: "Ji Ning is now at... Ji Shiyan's house?!"
"Is it weird to be at home?" Nuonuo asked, "I can't take her to a hotel, right? If she gets photographed, it'll be the end of us."
"It's a bit strange." Jiang Sheng paused, "Because Ji Shiyan has mysophobia, bringing a drunk home... I haven't seen it in the past ten years."
“Special cases are treated specially.”
Nuonuo hurriedly slung her bag over her shoulder and said, "Let's go. I'll go find my Ning, and you go find your brother."
…
Half an hour later, Agent Jiang knocked on Ji Shiyan's door on time.
The man had taken a shower and unlocked the door in his home clothes.
Nuo Nuo rushed in first to find her own artist. When Jiang Sheng was about to follow in, he was stopped outside the door by someone.
Manager Jiang thought he understood everything: "Why, are you trying to show off your long legs?"
Ji Shiyan shook his head, "You can't come in."
"… "
While the two of them were in a stalemate, over there, Ji Ning was dragged up from the sofa by Nuo Nuo. Before leaving, he was still humming, "Do you want to go for a drink?" Nuo Nuo's voice was gradually drowned out by the closing elevator door.
"What are you still drinking, my aunt? Your face is swollen..."
Jiang Sheng looked back and confirmed that the two had left, then he started to play the emotional card: "I've been looking for you for a whole day. I was really worried to death. Why didn't you answer my call? Is your phone muted? "
The man’s cell phone on the table beeped at the right time. It was a text message from Nuonuo: We are on the bus. It’s really thanks to you that we’ve been here today. Thank you.
Jiang Sheng who heard the music: ...
The man put his hands behind his back and explained to his agent in a friendly manner: "I blocked you."
"Okay, our friendship of more than ten years ends here, but before I leave, I must tell you that I, Jiang Sheng, have not booked a hotel tonight and will be sleeping on the street, possibly right outside your house."
Ji Shiyan raised his eyebrows and prepared to close the door: "Okay."
Seeing that the emotional card had no effect, Jiang Sheng quickly put his hand in the crack of the door and used his unique skills.
"See? These hands, they drove the car today, walked back and forth in the dust, touched the stair railings, and touched the bark of the tree."
Ji Shiyan: “…”
"If you don't let me in, I will wipe these hands on your white nightgown."
“… … … … ”
Even though he knew that Jiang Sheng's words could not be fully believed, Ji Shiyan, who had a serious obsession with mysophobia, took two steps back and pulled his pajamas.
"Come in, take off your shoes, and take a shower immediately."
"Okay!" Jiang Sheng achieved his goal and walked into the house happily, praising himself, "I am worthy of it."
After taking a shower, Manager Jiang started to plan for himself again: "Where should I sleep?"
He thought that Ji Shiyan would not let him sleep on the bed, so he consciously prepared to fall on the sofa: "Sofa?"
The man narrowed his eyes, and the scene of Ji Ning sleeping here just now emerged in his mind.
How could I let Jiang Sheng lie here again
"You sleep in the guest room."
"Wow, so brave," Jiang Sheng bumped his shoulder, "good brother."
Tired after a day's work, Jiang Sheng went back to his room early to rest. Ji Shiyan watched a movie and then went into the bedroom.
The bedside lamp was still on. He casually pulled out a professional book and glanced at it. He then uncontrollably felt a weight on his chest, as if her hand was still pressing on it with the stethoscope.
The room was quiet, but the sound of the heartbeat seemed to still be detectable.
The man suddenly leaned over, turned off the light, covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes.
Can’t think about it anymore, go to sleep.
…
At four o'clock in the morning, Ji Shiyan lifted the quilt.
Can't sleep.
It seems that as soon as I close my eyes I can feel my heart about to beat out of my throat, beat after beat, and I don't know when it will stop.
He put on his headphones, put on a coat and walked towards the living room.
Jiang Sheng, who hadn't slept yet because he was watching a TV series, suddenly popped his head out of the room and asked, "What are you doing?"
"… "
Ji Shiyan drank a glass of water and glanced at him: "Morning run."
"Four o'clock in the morning... morning run?" Jiang Sheng thought he must have heard it all hallucination. "The national team doesn't even run at four o'clock in the morning. Are you going to be thirty soon and not accept your age? Are you going to go out and ask God for another five hundred years?"
The man said expressionlessly, "If I could live for 500 years, the first thing I would do would be to send you to jail."
Jiang Sheng zipped up his mouth and shut up.
///
Ji Ning had no idea that Ji Shiyan hadn't slept the whole night. She slept until noon before getting up.
I drank some wine the day before, and my face was a little swollen when I woke up in the morning.
She dug out her own anti-edema massager, applied some facial cream, and started massaging it in front of the mirror.
Song Yu was watching her from behind.
Ji Ning thought thoughtfully: "If the reporters took a picture of my face, Chong Fei would post twelve Weibo posts saying that my face..."
"Wait!" Song Yu interrupted her, "Let me do it."
As expected, Song Yu has already started to imitate the tone of the posts of major marketing black accounts—
"Ji Ningsheng's photo is reported quickly. His face is swollen and stiff. He must have just been released from the hospital."
"Shocking! A popular young actress has gone back to school to get a face-lift injection!"
"There was a heated discussion in the group today. Ji Ning was photographed with this facial condition early in the morning. What level is he in the entertainment industry?"
Song Yu wanted to roll his eyes to the sky, and couldn't help but retort to his own imagination: "What level can it be? Top beauties and sour chickens are only qualified to ask what level is it."
Ji Ning nodded repeatedly: "You have already learned their essence. If you can't find a job in the future, you can become a marketing account."
"I don't want to, that's too bad, it will shorten my life," Song Yu said, "How can I sleep at night if I do so many immoral things?"
“They don’t think they are immoral.”
After all, they just asked a question and took screenshots of the negative comments on the forum. They didn't say a single word, but guided netizens to control the public opinion. Occasionally, they liked a few negative comments and made themselves appear very innocent. They might even think they are the disciplinary inspection committee of the entertainment industry.
"Oh, by the way, the script on your desk..."
When Song Yu has nothing to do, she likes to read her scripts: "Why do I see so few that are not idol dramas?"
"Yes, there are two that are serious dramas."
The popularity of her dubbing in "Painting and Sound" brought her serious drama resources that are difficult for young actresses in the industry to access.
After all, idol dramas are idol dramas, and no actor can act in idol dramas for his entire life. Transformation is the inevitable path to extend an actor's life span, but few idol actors can act well in serious dramas.
To put it bluntly, serious dramas require acting skills. In idol dramas, just being pretty and making some cute faces can fool the young audiences. Serious dramas have a wider market, and without solid acting skills, they will not be accepted by the audience at all.
Therefore, many actresses learn how to invest at a young age, because they know that they cannot follow the path of a Qingyi in serious dramas, and can only work hard and strive to make more money when they can.
"You're going to act in a serious drama? You're only twenty, you're not in a hurry, right?"
Ji Ning shook his head: "I'm not in a hurry, but serious dramas have nothing to do with age. I'm not playing the male or female lead, so I just need to find a role that suits me."
She does not have the obsession of some young actresses that they "will only play the leading role" or "will only watch the first role". For her, as long as the script is good, the character has a lot of room to play, and the personality is outstanding, she is willing to act.
It's also nice to play the role of a child to veteran actors in first-line dramas, and you can also learn a lot of skills and knowledge.
You can't act in idol dramas for ten years, then suddenly change your role when you're thirty and feel it's not working out - that would be too abrupt and you'll most likely end up failing.
We also need to pave the way for the future. Taking things one step at a time is not suitable for the highly competitive entertainment industry.
Moreover, various prestigious awards are only prepared for serious dramas, and no major awards will favor idol dramas.
If she wants to win an award to prove herself, she needs to pay more attention from now on.
"But these two scripts are average," Ji Ning said, "I probably won't take them."
Wait until you come across a good book before taking it.
The first step towards a serious drama must be taken steadily.
"That makes sense. I think so too."
Song Yu snapped his fingers in front of her. "After talking so much, it's time to talk about the topic that I care about most. I heard from Nuonuo that you were drunk yesterday and Ji Shiyan took you to his house. What is his house like? Is it nice?"
"Did you go to his house?" Ji Ning pressed his temple. "I always thought he was in the hospital."
"It seems you did drink a lot," Song Yu smiled affectionately, "So what did you do?"
"I don't remember clearly... I think I wanted to cosplay, and he disagreed at first, but in the end he couldn't resist, so..."
Song Yu's eyes lit up: "Just play?"
She hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it."
"What does it feel like?!" Song Yu felt his throat begin to burn. "What does it feel like to play with Ji Shiyan? Is he superior in skills?!"
"What's the feeling?" Ji Ning had no idea that Song Yu had changed the subject. He repeated his answer, "Nothing. It's almost the same as when we were kids. Didn't you play house when you were kids?"
Song Yu felt like he was having a stroke: "... Playing house?"
"Yes, it's like being a doctor and treating patients."
"Is it superior? What do you mean by superior? His heartbeat seems to be a thousand times. Is this superior?"
Song Yu looked at her with a distorted and puzzled face for five seconds, then turned and left.
"You were in the same room with your idol after getting drunk, and you took out a fucking stethoscope to check on him?! Are you okay, Ji Ning?!"
With another long sigh, Song Yu was angry at his lack of fighting spirit.
"You didn't save you."
///
There was also filming of "There Are Stars Here" in the afternoon. Ji Ning didn't argue too much with Song Yu about seeing a doctor. He put on a facial mask and went to the set.
Fortunately, she had a good recovery ability and her face returned to normal before the filming.
When she entered the dressing room, even the makeup artist was skeptical: "Are you wearing no makeup?"
Ji Ning was stunned for a moment and touched his cheek: "Yeah, I didn't come here with makeup either."
"Okay, sit down. I was going to give you some more shadows, but it seems that's not necessary." The makeup artist also began to sigh, "I finally understand what it means to be born to do this job."
It's like the wine wasn't hers to drink.
After finishing her makeup and hair, Ji Ning began to wait for the filming to start, and sat by the flower bed to read the script.
When she had almost finished reading, she heard a commotion. She looked up and saw Ji Shiyan.
Producer Ji is really dedicated to his work. Sometimes she feels that he cares more about the work than the producer.
Ji Shiyan happened to look at her at this time, and she smiled with her eyes curved, as a greeting.
The script spread out on the girl's legs was blown by the wind, making a rustling sound. The long-awaited spring seemed to return at this moment.
Ji Shiyan's heartbeat, which had gradually calmed down after his morning run, began to flourish again as the grass grew and the birds began to sing.
There seemed to be a sound of something settling coming from my chest.
—I like it, right
In fact, it is no longer just an ordinary affection for her, nor is it an illusion of love caused by filming a variety show. The real and definite heartbeat at this moment cannot deceive anyone.
Yes I like it.
No matter it is early morning or late night, sunny or freezing cold, as long as I see her, there will be thousands of joys transmitted to my pulse along with my heartbeat.
Whenever she smiled, he felt as if the November sky was about to melt away.
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