In the afternoon shooting, Mu Zhouyi never had another experience. She seemed to have finally found the feeling, and she seemed to have been lifted up by the god of acting. Ye Bing walked out of the script when she gestured.
All close-ups that have been stuck for the whole morning are gone over and over again. Xu Heng's expression finally eased, and Shen Yan's frowning eyebrows slowly loosened.
After the close-up shot, Xie Yang took the violin and prepared to leave.
"Jie Yang." Mu Zhouyi caught up and stood in front of Xie Yang, embarrassed and guilty. "You have worked so hard to cooperate with me. I'm really sorry that you have delayed so much time in the morning."
Xie Yang Yuguang glanced around at the staff who were looking here, Chaomu Zhouyi smiled, saying that it was okay, staggering and preparing to leave.
"Wait a minute!" Mu Zhouyi suddenly stretched out his hand towards Xie Yang's hand holding the violin.
Xie Yang did not expect that Mu Zhouyi would suddenly approach under the public. When he sensed Mu Zhouyi's intention to avoid, the skin on his wrist was already touched by Mu Zhouyi's fingertips.
Strong strange waves spread violently from the place where the skin was in contact with the inside of the body, the brain suddenly became drowsy, the core of the abilities was clearer than ever, the world in front of him began to spin, and the nausea was so strong that it would spit out with one mouth.
Mu Zhouyi withdrew his hand after only touching it, pointed to the violin, and said, "Excuse me, this is a prop. You can't let you take it away."
Xie Yang's body tilted imperceptibly, and then stood firmly. He took a deep breath and controlled the expression on his face with his strong willpower, facing Xiang Mu Zhouyi, handing the violin over, saying: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention for a while, thank you senior for reminding."
"It's okay. Well, about what you said in the car yesterday, I want to explain to you, will you have time soon?"
How will the person who has used the gold finger respond at this time
Xie Yang reluctantly stayed awake, nodded, and said: "If you have time, seniors can just come to me directly after they are busy."
"That's great, I will come to you as soon as possible."
Mu Zhouyi took the violin and left.
Xie Yang inserted his hand into his pocket, squeezed firmly, turned and walked back to Long Shuyou to sit down, and took out his mobile phone to call Wu Shui.
"boss?"
"come here."
Xie Yang hung up the phone and pressed his eyebrows.
Nagarjuna looked towards Xie Yang and asked, "What's the matter with you? His face is a bit awful."
Xie Yang was expressionless: "diarrhea, after all, I only ate poisonous apples at noon."
Long Shuyou: "..."
Wu Shui came quickly.
Xie Yang stood up and said, "Come with me to the toilet." After that, he walked out.
Wu Shui was stunned for a moment, and then nodded at Long Shuyou who wrinkled his face, and quickly followed Xie Yang's footsteps.
As soon as Xie Yang walked out of the crowd gathering center, he shook his body and reached out to support the shelf next to him. Wu Shui was surprised, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Xie Yang, and said anxiously, "Boss, what's the matter with you?"
"It's okay... It may be hypoglycemia. You take me to the toilet and I wash my face. If someone asks me where I am, you will say that I feel sick and find a place to rest, understand?"
Wu Shui nodded quickly, framed Xie Yang's body and sent him into the toilet.
The toilets on the studio are in good condition, with cubicles. Xie Yang sent Wu Shui to buy coffee. He found a compartment and locked the door. Then he put down the toilet lid and sat on it, raising his hand to hug his head.
The feeling of awakening from the supernatural powers that I have suffered once all over the body, the brain is swollen, the limbs are weak, the throat becomes dry, dizziness, and breathing difficulties.
Xie Yang is very clear about what changes will happen to his body next.
After another four hours at most, he will have a sudden high fever, and in severe cases, he will be unconscious. You can have abilities if you survive, but if you can't survive, it's a dead end.
He breathed heavily, wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit it out. He couldn't help but use his other hand to grab the piece of skin that was just touched by Mu Zhouyi, tighten it hard, and want to use pain to suppress the strange fluctuations that continue to erupt. .
Can't be found wrong by Mu Zhouyi, can't hide here forever.
Qiu Xing...
He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the smell of blood instantly filled his mouth.
The sharp pain suppressed the nausea, and Xie Yang forced himself to sit upright, his eyes widened and swollen, his Adam's apple rolled, swallowing all the blood in his mouth, and his eyes were full of ruthlessness.
No one wants to control his life and likes and dislikes, no one can do it.
I don't know how long it has passed, Wu Shui's voice rang out of the compartment.
Xie Yang moved his eyes, got up and opened the box door, walked straight to the sink, bent over and splashed cold water on his face a few times.
Wu Shui was taken aback by the appearance of Xie Yang, and stepped forward and said: "Boss, your complexion is very wrong, is it really just low blood sugar?"
"It's okay." Xie Yang straightened up and looked at herself with red eyes and pale face in her glasses. She turned to Wu Shui and asked for a tissue to wipe her face. He slowly adjusted his breathing to make sure that no one could hear anything wrong. Then he spoke. "It's probably because the soil is not accustomed to it, just wait a little bit. Have you bought the coffee?"
"I bought it, the coffee is not good to bring into the toilet, I put it outside under the flower bed."
Xie Yang went out and sat on the flowerbed, opened the coffee Wu Shui had bought, and took a big mouthful. The unique bitterness and refreshing effect of coffee slightly relieves the discomfort in the brain, and the strange fluctuations on the wrist skin are gradually weakening with the passage of time.
Xie Yang tried to focus on the pain on the tip of the tongue, ignoring the physical discomfort, and asked: "How long have I been out?"
"About twenty minutes. Boss, I'll take you to the hospital. You look really bad."
In twenty minutes, the golden finger effect of Mu Zhouyi will last at most ten minutes.
enough.
Xie Yang finished his last sip of coffee, got up and threw the coffee cup into the trash can, and said, "Go back to the studio."
…
As soon as Xie Yang returned to the set, he was blocked by Mu Zhouyi, and Shen Yan followed Mu Zhouyi behind him.
"Xie Yang, what's wrong with you? Master Long said you are a little uncomfortable."
Xie Yang inserted his hand into his pocket, making sure that only his facial skin was exposed, and replied: "Senior is worried, it's just a little troublesome."
Mu Zhouyi's tone became awkward, and he replied: "Well, do you want to get the medicine for you? Your assistant may not know where the pharmacy near the set is."
"It's okay, I don't feel uncomfortable now. Is there anything senpai wants me to do?"
This was exactly what Mu Zhouyi meant. She glanced at Shen Yan next to her and said to Xie Yang: "Let's find a quieter place to speak."
The three went to Shen Yan's dressing room, and Shen Yan once again asked his assistant to guard the door.
Xie Yang very much doubted that Shen Yan had just been used by Mu Zhouyi's favorability skill, otherwise, how could he listen to Mu Zhouyi so much.
The three of them were seated separately, probably because the skill duration was about to pass. Mu Zhouyi sat down and immediately began to explain: "Xie Yang, in fact... Actually, I do have a good feeling for Qinglin, but I have always cared about his family background, no Dare to express your feelings for him. You were right in the car before. I shouldn’t take care of him uninvited just because I like him. It’s too rude and unreserved. There is also eavesdropping, I really didn’t mean to Yes, I heard noises downstairs at the time and worried about Qinglin's body, so I secretly went downstairs. I didn't hear two words in your conversation. I know I did something wrong and I am really sorry."
Xie Yang looked at Mu Zhouyi unexpectedly.
Actually admitted his feelings for Feng Qinglin? What is this, can't clarify simply admit, please the family of future boyfriend
Mu Zhouyi looked at Shen Yan again, and apologized: "Brother Shen, I am sorry to let you hear this. I will handle personal matters more carefully in the future. Also, I have been in poor condition this morning. I am really sorry. This time I will return to Huangtian. I've encountered something and I've been restless, so... I'm really sorry."
Shen Yan frowned for a moment, then let go, shook his head gently and said, "It's okay, everyone has times when they are in poor condition."
Mu Zhouyi breathed a sigh of relief and stood up and said, "Thank you for your tolerance and understanding. Then let's go out, and Director Xu should look for us in a while."
The brief explanation meeting ended, and at the moment when she walked out of Shen Yan's dressing room, Xie Yang noticed that the strange fluctuations on his wrist had disappeared. He turned his head to look at Shen Yan who stepped back, and asked, "How do you feel?"
Shen Yan looked at Xie Yang strangely: "What?"
It seems that this one is still being affected by skills.
Xie Yang shook his head and said that there was nothing, and went back to sit down beside Long Shuyou.
In the following time, Xie Yang behaved as usual, except that his face was worse than usual, and there was no trace of physical discomfort at all.
Two hours later, the whole day of filming finally ended. Xie Yang returned to the hotel with the crew of the crew. After entering the door, the ease on his face disappeared instantly, and he leaned directly against the door.
As if his brain was about to burn, he touched his forehead, and it really started to get fever.
It happened so quickly.
He forced himself to the bed and threw himself up, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.
I have to stay away from Mu Zhouyi temporarily, and I have to find a quiet place to pass the awakening period... He turned over, took out the phone from his pocket, and watched the passage of time quietly.
About an hour later, he finally moved, dialed Wu Shui's phone, and said with the last soberness: "Come to my room and take me to the hospital. Don't say anything. When you arrive at the hospital, you will separately notify Xu Heng of my illness. Please take a few days off for me. Remember, don’t tell anyone other than Xu Heng where I am staying. I don’t want anyone to come to visit the patient.” After speaking, let go of my hand and indulge myself and fainted.
…
The body seemed to be placed in a steamer, and I don’t know how long it had passed before the temperature in the steamer finally dropped a little bit.
Xie Yang opened his eyes.
The body was still very hot, the smell of disinfectant was floating in the air, the ceiling was strange, and potion was hanging beside it.
It's a hospital.
Xie Yang moved, Yu Guang noticed a familiar figure standing with his back to this side at the door of the ward, and a vague voice came from there.
"Mr. Qiu, how is Xie Yang today?"
Qiu Xing sounded cold and mocking: "How does he have to do with you? Wu Shui, send Miss Mu away."