When Fu Mingyuan received a call from his aunt, he had just finished filming the scene in the rain.
In order not to wear the shots, Fu Mingyuan only wore two old commoner clothes, and repeatedly shot the shots under the rain three times.
At this moment, his clothes were already half wet, the water sank into the back of his neck from the ends of his hair, the clothes were clinging to his body, and the lines on his back were looming.
Fortunately, the clothes are thicker, and nothing else can be seen.
Even so, several staff members next to him were blushing and heartbeat.
"Brother Fu's figure is too perfect."
"Wow, how can you be so handsome!"
"Brother Fu's shoulders must be very comfortable to lean on!"
"… "
Ji Yin, who was originally reciting the lines next to him, pulled his small bench and shoved it in front of several female staff members, and showed them a sweet smile.
The staff were immediately turned away.
Ji Yin clenched his fist, little brother, I can only help you here.
…
As soon as the director shouted, Du Jing handed Fu Mingyuan a cup of hot ginger tea, put a towel and a coat on him, and pulled him back to take a hot bath.
Fu Mingyuan's face was a little red, but his steps were still steady, his back was straight, he frowned slightly, and his hands trembled slightly when he was holding ginger tea.
Apart from being a little wet, the shade brought by the night wind was still bearable.
I just went to the temporary clothing room to change into dry clothes, and my body has not been able to heat up.
"I have to take such a close-up shot, and I'm not afraid of freezing you out." On the way back, Du Jing kept complaining.
Fu Mingyuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, frowned slightly, and said nothing.
It's just that my throat is a little itchy, and I drank a few sips of ginger tea to dispel the chill.
Before the two returned to their place of residence, Fu Mingyuan's phone rang.
It was my aunt at home who called.
Auntie was crying a little when she spoke, her tone was too urgent, and her expression was not very clear. Du Jing only vaguely heard the words "Ming Li", "Injured" and "Fight".
Fu Mingyuan's brows furrowed, and the flushed cheeks that had been frozen gradually faded, and he stopped.
After listening to Auntie finish speaking, he comforted Auntie with a few words, then said thank you again, and then hung up the phone.
"Take a day off, you have to go home." Fu Mingyuan coughed lightly, twisted his fingers on the side of his leg, with some worry in his eyes, pursed his lips tightly without speaking, and walked directly towards the director.
Dukin could roughly guess what was going on.
Probably Fu Mingli got into a fight.
The two were still arguing. Although Fu Mingli was not very obedient before, he wouldn't fight.
On the way to contact the driver to drive, Du Jing saw that his aunt had sent him a message at more than six o'clock. At that time, he had been staring at Fu Mingyuan filming the scene in the rain, but he did not pay attention to the mobile phone message.
Du Jing was slightly annoyed.
Because Fu Mingyuan had agreed to the director's lower part before, and the difficult rain scene was filmed today, the director agreed to his leave very readily, and at the same time told Fu Mingyuan to pay attention to his body.
It's such a cold day, it's just been raining, you have to rest well and don't catch a cold.
On the way back, Du Jing told him about the text message.
Auntie said that it was Fu Mingli who went out to look for it after not coming back for dinner.
Fu Mingyuan sat quietly in the back row, resting his forehead with one hand, pressing his thumb on his temple, suppressing the faint headache, and after a long silence he asked, "Am I being too harsh on Mingli?"
Du Jing was looking for Banlangen and Ganmao granules in his bag. When Fu Mingyuan spoke, his voice was too hoarse, and there were faint signs of a cold.
Drinking ginger tea alone is useless, and I still have to take medicine without taking a hot bath.
Hearing his words, Du Jing slumped on the back of the co-pilot's seat and sighed: "Ming Li is only 14 years old, so he can be forgiven for doing something wrong, but he just needs a lesson."
"If he really fails in his studies, it's not your problem, just educate him behind closed doors. Children will never go wrong. You shouldn't always treat Mingli as an adult. He It's still small after all."
Doo-kyung feels like an old mom now.
Alas, what kind of stocking style did the two parents of the Fu family adopt.
The younger brother is about to raise his son.
Fu Mingyuan moved his fingers, hummed, and took the cold medicine handed over by Du Jing.
Fu Mingli was directly taken to the hospital by his aunt.
Probably because he didn't expect to be met by his aunt when he left school, Fu Mingli wanted to run away at first.
He is now in a state of embarrassment, and his appearance is sloppy. How can he still look like the little young master who usually babbles.
But failed to run.
One is that his legs are inconvenient, and the other is that Auntie is an expert who can grab a lot of things during big supermarket promotions. Strength and speed are equally indispensable.
After being caught, Fu Mingli couldn't run away.
What's more, you must respect the old and love the young, and you can't struggle under the hands of your aunt. What should you do if a bunch of people get hurt.
The idea dissipated as soon as he got to the hospital.
Because Auntie grabbed his shoulder with too much strength! The shoulder feels like it's going to break.
Fu Mingli bit his lower lip and subconsciously licked the blood on his lips.
Auntie rushed directly to the doctor in the emergency room and burst into tears. She was so anxious that she asked the doctor to save her child.
Fortunately, there were no other patients in the emergency room when I went there. The doctor saw that she was in a hurry and really thought it was a big problem.
As a result, Fu Mingli can run and jump.
I limped when I walked because there were a few bruises on my legs and it hurt a little. The young master had never suffered from flesh and blood.
The skin on his face was only torn a little bit, with a little blood oozing out.
Doctor:…
The doctor still dutifully helped people arrange the ward and arranged the filming.
Fu Mingli was lying on the bed in the ward, because his aunt was afraid that his leg would be broken, so she asked the doctor to hang his leg up for him. He didn't put it down until the film came out and he was sure that it was all right.
Fu Mingli lay on the hospital bed without saying a word, and he refused to say what happened today. He clenched the strap of his schoolbag tightly and refused to let go.
He looks like this, and my aunt can't say anything.
I just went to get him something to eat and told him to go to bed early at night and be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.
When Fu Mingyuan came, it was already more than two in the morning.
It was difficult to walk at night, and it took a little time.
Auntie leaned on the chair at the door of the ward, covered a padded jacket, and slept vigilantly.
Hearing footsteps, he immediately woke up.
Fu Mingyuan nodded at her and thanked her.
The aunt pointed to the ward: "I ate something and fell asleep, then sir, I will go back first."
Auntie yawned, she had to go back to make breakfast.
It's uncomfortable to sleep on the chair.
Fu Mingyuan responded.
Du Jing sends auntie home.
It's too late, and the aunt is not safe alone.
After the people left, Fu Mingyuan stood at the door for a while, and then entered the ward after the chill he brought in dissipated.
The lights in the ward were not turned on, and the temperature of the air conditioner was very high, which was a little stuffy.
When Fu Mingyuan stepped in, he felt dizzy for a moment.
Maybe it's because of the long ride.
He took off his coat and eased his steps.
I didn't go to see Fu Mingli directly. I sat on the chair next to me for a while, but my body was still cold.
The palm of my hand was hot, and I couldn't notice any difference when it was on my forehead. It was just a little dizziness and headache after riding in the car, and I wasn't quite used to the sultry heat in the room.
For a long time, Fu Mingli, who had been stuck in the bed, moved, kicked the quilt, and then asked cautiously in a low voice, "Brother... is that you?"
Fu Mingyuan pinched his brows and frowned subconsciously when he heard Fu Mingli's voice.
He swallowed the accusatory words when they reached his lips, hummed, and walked to the side of the hospital bed.
Fu Mingli sat up from the bed and saw his brother's figure vaguely through the moonlight seeping in from the window. Tears burst out all of a sudden, sobbing and reaching out to hug Fu Mingyuan's waist.
"Brother, don't want me!"
"I went to get the photo back, don't send me away, I will be obedient in the future, and I will not make mistakes again, brother, I don't want to go to my parents."
"You don't want me..."
He was out of breath crying. After Fu Mingyuan left that day, he cried alone for a long time.
But there was no one at home, and Fu Mingyuan didn't even tell him not to cry, and left like that.
Fu Mingli felt so sad.
Compared to just occasionally calling home to care about their parents over the years, the person he cares more about is his brother.
Over the years, Fu Mingyuan has grown up with him the most.
It was Fu Mingyuan who taught him the truth of life.
Fu Mingli couldn't imagine what his brother would do if he really didn't want to care about him.
The next day, Fu Mingli lost face, went to the classmates who sent the photos to ask for autograph photos, and sent other things as compensation.
Several people are still good, and are willing to give them back.
As for what they said behind their backs, Fu Mingli didn't care anymore.
The more difficult thing is that two of them were given to students from outside classes. Fu Mingli communicated with them for several days. They were unwilling to return them for free and insisted that Fu Mingli give them money.
Fu Mingli originally thought that this was reasonable.
After all, what he sends out is someone else's when it gets into someone else's hands.
He was very happy to give the money, but the two of them went back on their word and made things worse.
Hence today's fight.
Fu Mingli grew up with Fu Mingyuan since he was a child. He was forced to exercise and his strength was not small. Those two people were not his opponents at all.
The photo was also taken back by him.
Fu Mingyuan's body was a little stiff. Except for holding Fu Mingli when he was a child, he has not had contact with him at such a distance for a long time.
In particular, Fu Mingli cried so much that his nose and tears rubbed against himself.
He raised his hand a little uncomfortable, and after a long time, he rubbed Fu Mingli's head twice.
Fu Mingli hiccupped and cried even louder.
Fu Mingyuan frowned and patted his back: "Don't disturb others to rest."
Fu Mingli sobbed twice, and with a sigh, the tears stopped immediately.
Fu Mingyuan pulled the person away from himself, took two pieces of paper from the bedside table, lowered his head and wiped his tears.
"Because of the photo fight?"
Fu Mingli pursed his lips: "No, because they deceive people too much."
He whispered what the two of them hated.
Fu Mingyuan stood by the bed for a while, and the moonlight reflected his figure.
Fu Mingli couldn't see his brother's expression clearly, but his voice was getting lower and lower.
"Where did you go wrong?" After a while, Fu Mingyuan asked him.
His voice was much more hoarse than before, and even his nose was not smooth, with a little nasal sound.
Fu Mingli was actually tired by now. He couldn't fall asleep all night. He didn't hear the strangeness in his brother's voice, he just answered in a low voice.
"You shouldn't come into your room without permission, and you shouldn't give your things to others without permission."
"Nor should you fight with others."
He grabbed the quilt and yawned.
Fu Mingyuan tugged at the collar of his clothes.
"Turn around."
Fu Mingli snorted.
But still turned around.
Then his brother pressed his shoulder.
The next second across the quilt, something hit his pi and gu.
Fu Mingli: ! ! !
The first time I was beaten as a child! ! !
Fu Mingli didn't dare to struggle.
His brother's hand was too heavy.
He wanted to cry again, and his face turned red.
He is a little man, how can he be beaten and gu!
"I'm angry, not because you took the photo." Fu Mingyuan was holding Fu Mingli's shoes, but he still took some strength.
Since he was a child, he hadn't been rough with Fu Mingli, and Fu Mingyuan's temple hurt even more.
"You are fourteen years old, you should have the correct concept, what should be done, what should not be done, and you can't take other people's things privately, you have long known."
"I knew it was wrong, but I still committed it."
"Brother, I will definitely not in the future, I promise not to! You... you hit it softly!" It really hurts, it hurts even more than being punched!
He still thinks it is better to copy Zizhitongjian.
The strength of Fu Mingyuan's subordinates became lighter, but he still did not stop.
"The problem of fighting."
Fu Mingyuan paused, pinched his eyebrows with his left hand, and almost lost his footing.
"I won't fight after I know I'm wrong! You didn't let me exercise to make me fight!" Fu Mingli crawled forward.
"Self-defense is right." Fu Mingyuan put the shoes back to their original positions, and helped Fu Mingli tuck the quilt.
"Next time if this happens, tell me or the teacher."
"You can't guarantee that you won't get hurt."
Fu Mingyuan walked out.
It was too stuffy in the ward.
Fu Mingli snorted, the whole person burrowed into the quilt, but still couldn't hold back, pouted pi, gu, raised his upper body, and watched his brother go out.
When he reached the door of the ward, Fu Mingyuan stopped again.
"Send you to your parents."
Fu Mingli clenched the quilt's hand tightly.
"It was my fault, I apologize to you."
"Go to sleep."
Compared with the seriousness and calmness towards Fu Mingli on weekdays, Fu Mingyuan seemed to be more gentle tonight.
After saying this, he closed the door.
After leaving the ward, without the dull air-conditioning breath, Fu Mingyuan felt that his breathing was a little easier.
He put on his coat and sat on the chair outside, his back straight as usual.
He lowered his head and placed one hand on his forehead, pressing it twice.
The corners of the lips that had been tensed finally loosened.
…
When Shen Qi came over, Fu Mingyuan was still leaning on the chair and fell asleep.
Even if he sleeps like this, he just leans the back of his head against the wall and puts his hands on his knees.
He didn't sleep very well, his brows were wrinkled, his face had an unnatural blush, and his breathing was a little heavy.
Du Jing handed Shen Qi the breakfast his aunt made, and took Fu Mingli's portion into the ward.
It's still early, and the doctor hasn't come for rounds yet.
Fu Mingli didn't wake up either.
Almost as soon as Shen Qi sat next to Fu Mingyuan, Fu Mingyuan opened his eyes.
There was still red blood in his eyes due to lack of sleep, he turned his head slightly, and narrowed his eyes when he saw a familiar face.
Before Shen Qi could speak, the next second he stretched out his right hand and directly clasped the back of the other's head.
The movement is not as light as usual, with a bit of compulsion.
The temperature on his lips was also a little hot, and even the tip of his tongue was a little hot, giving Shen Qi the illusion that he was about to be swallowed.
The palm of the hand covering the back of his head was also scorching hot. It ran down his hair and pressed the back of his neck, pressing the person to his side again.
Shen Qi was forced to tug on his collar, his fingertips touched the uncovered part of the other's neckline, and the trembling eyelids that were originally closed were lifted.
Too hot.
A nurse's voice could be heard faintly.
A patient call rang from the nurse's station on the corner.
When we parted, Shen Qi's coat was messed up.
Fu Mingyuan seemed to have noticed just now that he was not hallucinating.
The warm fingertips skipped the corners of the boy's eyes that were red from the kiss just now, and pressed them on it.
"Why did you come here?" Fu Mingyuan's voice was completely hoarse, but his nasal voice was gone, and the dark circles under his eyes were somewhat obvious.
There was still an unnatural blush on his face, and the corners of his lips were slightly broken.
Shen Qi tutted and licked the corners of his lips that had just been broken because of being too intense, and there was a faint smell of blood.
"If I don't come again, I don't even know that my boyfriend fell in the hospital corridor."
In the morning, Du Jing called him and told him that Fu Mingyuan had come back in the middle of the night to take care of his younger brother. Before he came back, he filmed a scene in the rain, so he might have caught a cold.
Fortunately, Shen Qi woke up early these days and didn't pinch Du Jing's phone as a spam call. Otherwise, he might have actually seen the news of his boyfriend in the hospital corridor because of a high fever on the hot search on Weibo.
"Huh?" Fu Mingyuan rubbed his hair, then turned his head and kissed the boy's forehead.
Shen Qi grabbed his hot wrist and sighed, frowning: "Did you know you have a fever?"
He brought some cool palms to Fu Mingyuan's forehead.
Dissipated some of Fu Mingyuan's inexplicable enthusiasm.
Shen Qi wiped his forehead with his fingertips.
"Here." Cheeks.
"Here." Nose tip.
"Here." Chin.
"It's all hot."
"Brother, aren't you an expert in health care for the elderly? Why don't you care here when you are sick?" Shen Qi was actually a little angry, but when he saw the obvious fatigue in Fu Mingyuan's eyes, the anger dissipated.
While holding Fu Mingyuan's wrist, he pressed his forehead against the other's.
Before he could leave, he was pressed on the back of his head again and kissed on the lips.
"Well, here you are." Fu Mingyuan seemed to think a few beats slowly.
The hand placed on the back of Shen Qi's head unconsciously followed the other person's soft hair.
Du Jing, who just came out: …
He looked around, but fortunately, the location of the ward was relatively remote, and no one saw them here.
He called Shen Qi here to take care of people, not to let you blatantly kiss me in the corridor!
Du Jing slammed the door of the ward shut, and pushed back Fu Mingli, who came out behind his buttocks.
"Your brother is not feeling well, will you go back with me first?"
Fu Mingli snorted, a little unhappy.
But still nodded, a little worried.
"Is my brother outside? Do I need to hang water when I'm not feeling well? Is it because of me... "
He lowered his head a little reproachfully.
Du Jing sighed, and it wasn't all because of Fu Mingli, but seeing the child's self-blaming appearance and limping while walking, the original point of blaming was gone.
Fu Mingli wanted to hold the door and look out again: "I just saw that someone else was there, is that my brother's friend?"
"I haven't seen my brother get sick, otherwise I'll stay and take care of my brother?"
Duke: …
have to.
The feeling is that I have never seen your brother sick.
That's your future sister-in-law. I'm afraid you won't want to go to school today after seeing you.
In the end, Fu Mingyuan went directly to Fu Mingli's ward.
He is a public figure. Once he is photographed in the hospital, he does not know how much public opinion it will cause.
Du Jing first went to take Fu Mingli back to school. His injury may not have been seriously injured by his brother.
He went back to the hospital and greeted the medical staff on this floor, hoping that they could keep Fu Mingyuan's whereabouts a secret.
Fu Mingyuan directly burned to 39 degrees this time.
It's no wonder that people are not sober, and directly recognize Shen Qi as an illusion.
People who haven't been sick since childhood, fell ill all of a sudden, and they didn't even realize it.
Fu Mingyuan's right hand was hanging with water, and he slept more peacefully with his eyes closed.
Sweat dripped from the tip of the nose.
Shen Qi sat beside the hospital bed and reached out to touch his forehead.
Much better than in the morning.
He yawned, lowered his head and sent a message to Lu Tun.
Today Ye Lai is going to move in, let Lu Tun make arrangements, and by the way, the three of them will train together after they settle down.
Lu Tun, who just got up from the bed, saw the news and felt that his good days were really over.
Woohoo, idols are too strict.
After sending the message, Shen Qi continued to see Fu Mingyuan.
In order to make him sweat, the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was high, and Shen Qi only wore a thin T-shirt and could not feel the coldness.
Fu Mingyuan was covered with two quilts.
It seemed that it was too hot, he frowned and moved, but still did not push the quilt away.
Shen Qi stared at his eyebrows for a while, then took a photo of him and set it as his chat background.
How can he be so handsome even when he is sick and asleep.
Shen Qi brushed the dark circles under his eyes, chuckled lightly, lowered his head, and kissed his cheek.
Just took a selfie.
The sunlight slanted in through the window and reflected on the quilt.
Shen Qi's hand was tightly clasped by Fu Mingyuan.