One and a half months passed in a flash, and the entire crew hurriedly hurriedly managed to control the last few scenes in mid-August. The previous heavy rain disrupted the plan. The team first filmed the part of Gao Kun who was seriously ill in the later stage of the script. In order to act in the play, he lost 120 kilograms of morbid figure, and the time that was about to die later came to make up for the previous scene. Zhou Ziheng every day In addition to filming, I have to work hard to gain weight and keep fit.
Ronaldinho took the steak and hard-boiled eggs out of the lunch box, "Zhiheng's body is about to become a balloon."
Zhou Ziheng saw that all these were disgusting, but he still had to continue in order to film the movie, "Forget it, fitness is motivated by any means, and it will be too late when it's finished, and I can't shoot advertising or anything."
"You kind of comfort yourself." Xia Xiqing took his luxurious lunch and sat beside Zhou Ziheng, eating his sweet and sour pork ribs and Gongbao chicken in front of him.
"Can you do it well, stay away from me when you eat," Zhou Ziheng was desperate when he smelled the scent of Xia Xiqing's box lunch.
In fact, in order to play Jiang Tong, Xia Xiqing's box lunches in the previous few months were all reduced-fat meals, and it was about to be finished before he had a good meal. He picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with chopsticks and brought it to Zhou Ziheng's mouth, "You secretly eat a piece, it's okay."
"Who said it's okay?" A powerful female voice came from behind. Zhou Ziheng immediately sat opposite when he heard it.
Xia Xiqing also took the chopsticks, put the meat in his mouth, and laughed while eating, "Sister Jiang Yin, you are too selfless, but he is your uncle."
Jiang Yin also sat down, "He didn't come here before." After that, Jiang Yin gave Xia Xiqing a stare, "If you don't recruit him, he won't be enough."
"Yes, I will recruit him." Xia Xiqing recognized Zhou Ziheng nodding his head behind Jiang Yin.
As soon as this sentence was finished, Zhou Ziheng frowned at him, looking very unhappy.
Smiled and poured a cup of tea for Jiang Yin. Jiang Yin took over and said thank you, then turned around and said to Xia Xiqing, "Speaking of the finale, should the crew have to celebrate for you tonight? How can it be your first acting? ."
"Forget it." Xia Xiqing thought of Xi Hui contacting him the day before yesterday. His grandfather was seriously ill, and he had to go back to the Xi family to settle the inheritance after he was killed.
Although Xia Xiqing didn't have any thoughts about the inheritance of Mr. Xi, as Xi Hui said, he can't let the things that belonged to his mother fall into the hands of others.
"I still have something to do in Beijing, and I have to go back when I'm finished."
Zhou Ziheng patronized Xia Xiqing and didn’t even bother to eat. Jiang Yin kicked him with the toe of his high heels. Then she came back to her senses, “Well, let’s do it. Come together."
Xia Xiqing's last scene was on the bench in the corridor outside the ward, and it was also the last scene in which the crew rented the hospital for shooting. He was wearing clothes for a part-time job, and Guo Yang, who was in a suit, sat next to him. After the two spoke to each other for the last time, the camera was pushed over and aimed at Xia Xiqing's face.
"The first time in the 121st scene of "Tracking", Action!"
"Drink some coffee." Cheng Qiming handed the paper cup in his hand to Jiang Tong, and sat down next to him, "Just finished work?"
Jiang Tong nodded and took a sip of coffee, but still wrinkled his face in pain.
Cheng Qiming saw a stainless steel insulation barrel beside his leg, so he asked with concern, "For him?"
"Buy..." Jiang Tong is not in good condition recently. The vocal cords have been using abnormal vocal methods for a long time, and his voice is so hoarse. Cheng Qiming felt pitiful when he saw it, "Drink some hot."
Since Gao Kun was sent to the ICU, Jiang Tong has quit his job in a convenience store and stays with him in the ward every night. Occasionally, he is a little more sober. Jiang Tong can take good care of him and talk with him.
Cheng Qiming looked at Wu Qing under him, turned his head and took out a folder from his briefcase and handed it to him, "Look, this is what I told you last time."
Jiang Tong put the coffee on the floor, took the folder and opened it. The contents were all about adult education materials. After reading it for a long time, he handed the folder back to Cheng Qiming, without saying a word, just bowed his head. Pursing lips.
"You haven't looked at it carefully yet," Cheng Qiming sighed, "Don't you like painting very much? When Gao Kun gets better," Cheng Qiming felt something wrong when he said this, and changed his words, "I It means that when his situation stabilizes, you can go to study painting. I have seen these schools and can apply for grants. I will help you too. You don’t have to worry too much about the money. And... "His The voice was lower, "Don't get me wrong, I really just think that you are very similar to my brother. I feel guilty for him in my heart. I feel very distressed when I see you. That's it."
After hearing this, Jiang Tong hurriedly took out a post-it note and wrote a sentence and handed it to Cheng Qiming.
[You help him is to help me, I thank you very much. ]
Cheng Qiming couldn’t help being a little angry when he saw it. He and Jiang Tong were talking about his own future, but he couldn’t listen. Gao Kun can almost be said to be the worst case now. Some things cannot be solved with money."
His tone was a little anxious, and he forgot to take Jiang Tong's mood into consideration. I regretted it as soon as I finished speaking, but I told him to listen to it, and there was no way to take it back.
Jiang Tong nodded his head twice, covering his entire face with two palms, curled up and bent down like a thin shrimp.
"You... you are, I know you are friends," Cheng Qiming tried to find a suitable wording, "but you have to consider yourself."
After a long time, Jiang Tong raised his head, holding back tears in his red eyes.
He rubbed his nose, took out a convenient sign to write a sentence, his shoulders were shaking, his handwriting was crooked, and he couldn't write well. After enduring it for a long time, a tear fell on the convenience sign in the end.
[He said that after meeting me, he didn't want to die, and I thought so too. ]
Cheng Qiming took the piece of paper and looked at it carefully for a long time, before finally nodding.
"Okay. Then wait for him to stabilize before we talk about it." Cheng Qiming stood up after putting the convenience sign in his suit pocket, "I'll go first, and I will send someone some fruit supplements tomorrow."
Jiang Tong stood up in a hurry and bowed deeply to Cheng Qiming until he walked for a long time before Jiang Tong straightened up. Having been busy for a whole morning without eating, his head was a little dizzy, he hurriedly sat down with the wall and took out a lollipop from his pocket.
Before he forced Gao Kun to quit smoking, Gao Kun could only go out and buy those lollipops for one dollar in his mouth, and occasionally buy some for him.
Jiang Tong lowered his head, his head was full of what he looked like before, lively and vigorous, repairing his bicycle, and following him to send him to the night shift. He slowly peeled off the sugar paper and stuffed the crystal clear sugar ball into his mouth.
For some reason, the tears just couldn’t stop. Jiang Tong glanced at the nurse in the corridor, raised his hand and wiped the tears quietly, but not long after wiping, the tears flowed out again, Jiang Tong wiped it with the palm of his hand again. Can't control it. He smashed the sugar ball in the manner of Gao Kun. The sugar was too sweet and bitter.
With a sugar ball in his mouth, Jiang Tong sat alone on the bench, crying too much.
The lens gradually zoomed out, enclosing the entire hospital corridor, a long lens, stuffing a small human room with joys and sorrows.
"pass!"
This crying scene was filmed five or six times, and the state was so good the last time. The director also temporarily changed a long shot.
"Okay, this one is over. Jiang Tong has worked hard." Kuncheng passed over from the monitor and patted Xia Xiqing on the shoulder, "Xi Qing has worked hard and finally finished."
Many of the female staff on the set were infected by Xia Xiqing's emotions, and one by one went up and handed him papers.
"Xi Qing is so pitiful, I cried so much that I wanted to cry."
"That is, I don't dare to watch the feature film anymore. This is the most abused group I have ever been with."
Crying too hard, a little bit out of breath, Xia Xiqing took a deep breath, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhou Ziheng, shocked, holding a large bouquet of red roses in his hand, and walking towards him with a smile.
This scene brought him back to the day when Zhou Ziheng and Zhou Ziheng were photographing the magazine.
Xia Xiqing was startled, "Where did you buy it..."
"Congratulations." Zhou Ziheng smiled softly and handed him the flowers. With such a big bunch of flowers, he was embarrassed on his face. Xia Xiqing took it and immediately gave him a smile. Who knew this guy hugged him directly. he. It was meant to be finished, and these things were normal in the eyes of outsiders, not to mention that the whole crew knew that they had a good relationship.
With the strength of the hug, Zhou Ziheng leaned into his ear and whispered.
"Brother Xi Qing cried and broke my heart."
Here again, "You..."
"I want to kiss your eyes."
Xia Xiqing was completely gone, and could only wipe his tears on his shoulders.
In addition to Zhou Ziheng, several other creators in the same group also stepped forward to hug him one by one. Everyone knows that Xia Xiqing still has things to deal with, and the crew’s time is very tight. The finale banquet can only be avoided. Xia Xiqing paid for it out of pocket, ordered the entire crew’s takeaway at the most famous local restaurant, and bought another big cake. Just left.
When the plane landed in Beijing, Xia Xiqing had a good night's sleep, and the only thing he did to get up was to clean himself up. When she was not with Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing was very concerned about her appearance. After all, she was an art student and in the gay circle, her face and figure were all important.
After the hair was styling, it didn’t look weird anymore. The hair on the front was all blown up, and there was a small beauty tip on the forehead, not in the middle, tilted to the left, which was in line with Xia Xiqing’s improper temperament.
Xi Hui drove him to pick him up, and Xia Xiqing exchanged greetings with him on the road, and said nothing more. Xi Hui was a golden bachelor in his life. He was not married and had no children. He had no interest in art and just wanted to do business. For this reason, he broke up with his father Xi, his younger son was not filial, and his daughter died prematurely because of bipolar disorder. The two elders kept their eyes on the collectors all their lives, just thinking about splitting them up until the day they were gone.
When he arrived at Xi's house, Xia Xiqing followed Xi Hui upstairs. When he arrived outside of Mr. Xi's room, several young children stood at the door, and 80% of them were children brought by relatives. Xia Xiqing seldom came to Xi's home. The most recent time was before studying abroad. Very few relatives knew him, not to mention these children.
But he was one of the traffic on the Internet recently. None of these children didn't know him. They were taken aback when they saw Xia Xiqing, and then they began to whisper to each other.
Xia Xiqing lowered his head halfway and adjusted the shirt buttons on his cuffs, just as if he had heard nothing, waited until the doctor inside came out and walked directly into the room.
Old man Xi’s bed has become a family hospital bed. His old face is full of gully lines, but he is still well dressed. Even if he is sick in bed, he still wears a ventilator mask on his face. He is so embarrassed that he still has the last share. The old artist's character.
Next to him stood a man who was about forty years old. He was well-dressed. He glanced at Xia Xiqing squintingly and said bluntly, "Who is here again, butler, please invite him out."
Xia Xiqing smiled and turned his head to look at Xi Hui. Before he could speak, Xi Hui explained, "This is Dad's cousin."
"Cousin?" Xia Xiqing's eyes floated over, with a leisurely tone, "I thought it was me who had another uncle."
The other party was obviously stabbed hard by these words, and his eyes rolled in front of Xia Xiqing and Xi Hui. Xia Xiqing didn't bother to show him a face either, pulled a chair and slowly walked to the window, and sat down openly.
The old man lying ill in bed seemed to hear the sound, opened his eyes and saw Xia Xiqing's face, as if seeing his own daughter in a daze.
"Xin'er... Xin'er is back?"
Hearing her grandfather calling her mother's nickname, Xia Xiqing felt sour and stretched out her hand to hold her grandfather's hand.
Xi Hui watched by the side, then turned to look at his unknowing cousin, "Cousin, you can go down and have some tea when you are fine. It is really hard for you to stay here these days."
"You! You are looking for the property of Xi's family!"
"Mou?" Xia Xiqing raised his head, "I am Grandpa's grandson," he turned his head and glanced at Xi Hui, "This is Grandpa's only son, who are you?"
After being so stunned by Xia Xiqing, the man's face was blue and white, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
Xi Hui called some people and invited all these irrelevant and unwilling relatives out.
Mr. Xi's lawyer also arrived at the house. While sober, they counted all the collections, working capital and real estate.
Xia Xiqing is very clear about Xi Hui's purpose, "I only need the collection and the art gallery, and the other funds and real estate are given to you." Seeing that he was so direct, Xi Hui didn't hide it. Xia Xiqing stayed by his bed until the day when Mr. Xi left. He had never been with an elder for so long, and he did not expect that the only time he had a chance would be such a scene.
On the day when Father Xi left, Xia Xiqing pushed him to a room with a wheelchair. There was a plaster sculpture in it. It was a woman with a beautiful face and a beautiful baby.
"This is... I personally... When you were born..." Grandpa coughed several times, panting and reluctantly continued, "It should have been given to you long ago..."
Xia Xiqing's nose sore, and his fingers touched the sculpture.
In these short ten days, he seemed to feel the warmth of his family for the first time.
Although it was too late.
After handling all the affairs, Xia Xiqing temporarily kept all the collections in Xi's vault, preparing to wait for the opening of the art museum before making plans. On the day of the funeral, Xia Xiqing, as a grandson, stood in the forefront with Xi Hui to carry the coffin for Father Xi. Xia Yunkai also showed up, but Xia Xiqing could not see him and said nothing.
After returning home, Xia Xiqingwo drew sketches in his house for several days. When he fell asleep on the wooden table in the studio in the morning, the sound of WeChat woke him up. It was Zhou Ziheng's news.
[Ethical Benchmark]: I landed, where are you
Xia Xiqing rubbed his eyes twice, and when he woke up, his hands were soft and too lazy to type. He took the phone and sent out a voice.
"I am home."
Zhou Ziheng on the other side of the phone came out of the chaotic and noisy pick-up site and finally got into the car. Then he put on the earphones and clicked on the voice. Xia Xiqing’s voice was much softer than usual, and it was sticky as if he had just woken up. Zhou Ziheng's heart was crisp, and after hearing the four-character voice more than ten or twenty times, the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.
"Why is Ziheng so happy?" The driver's eldest brother looked at the rearview mirror and asked Xiao Luo.
Xiao Luo responded with a clear expression on his face, "Who knows?"
"Where do you go? Go back to the company?"
"Go home, go back to my apartment."
In late August, the summer heat in Beijing had not completely dissipated, but it was not the damp heat of the south. After suddenly returning from Wuhan, Zhou Ziheng was still a little uncomfortable.
As soon as he got out of the apartment elevator, Zhou Ziheng went straight to the door of Xia Xiqing's house. He rang the doorbell for a long time and no one responded. He leaned against the wall and sent a message, and then opened the door of his house with his fingerprints.
"Where did you go..." Zhou Ziheng changed his shoes to himself, walked to the sofa in the living room and lay his head up.
The room was very quiet. Zhou Ziheng sent several messages to Xia Xiqing. Hearing the WeChat prompt, he stood up and looked around and found Xia Xiqing's mobile phone on the sofa.
"Where is the person?" Zhou Ziheng stood up and went upstairs to look for him while calling his name. Several rooms were empty, so he had to go back to the living room.
"You are still playing hide-and-seek with people when you are old," Zhou Ziheng walked tentatively to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the curtain. "No," he stepped back and leaned back against the pool, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, "Quickly Come out, I know you are here..."
Before he finished speaking, a wet hand grabbed Zhou Ziheng's ankle and pulled it down. Zhou Ziheng's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell back into the swimming pool.
Xia Xiqing got out of the water, wiped the water off his face with his hand, stroked all his hair back, and pushed the palm of his hand to his chest, pushing Zhou Ziheng, who had not yet reacted, to the edge of the pool, pressing his shoulders forcefully and cunningly. .
Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing who came out of the water with his upper body naked. The white and lean skin seemed to be covered with silk satin, the water was sparkling, and the light golden sunlight penetrated through the French windows, and inch by inch was plated on Xia Xiqing's sleek shoulders and back. . He was dripping with water, his skin was almost transparent, and he was as beautiful as a dazzling fish tail under the backlight.
"I'm waiting for you to die soon," Xia Xiqing stroked Ziheng's face last week, stared at his fiery eyes for a moment, and then pressed him intimately on his chest, his lips were not completely attached. At a subtle distance, the faintly gasping voice was almost about to hook Zhou Ziheng's soul away, "Give me artificial respiration."
Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hands and turned over with a strong hug. The situation immediately turned upside down. Both of Xia Xiqing's hands were caught by him, pressed on the marble floor outside the pool, and kissed him.
The moment when the wet tongue touched, the sky thunder hooked the ground fire, and the fire could start a prairie fire in an instant.
As soon as the kiss settled, Zhou Ziheng pinched Xia Xiqing's chin and kissed the tip of his nose, "Who let you in for a swim?"
A pair of long white legs dangling in the water, hooking Zhou Ziheng's calf. Xia Xiqing smiled and hugged his neck, his head tilted.
"Who said I came in to swim?"
Zhou Ziheng let him put his arms around him, and then said, "I heard the voice, thought you were asleep?"
Xia Xiqing rubbed the tip of his nose against Zhou Ziheng's chin. The voice was crisper than the voice, and Zhou Ziheng's ears were soft.
"I feel sleepy now."