"Why did you call?"
When he picked up Xie Xuanming's phone call, Ji Sheng's words still carried the emotion of arguing with Sheng Kongzhi.
Hearing the obvious displeasure in his words, Xie Xuanming paused.
"Did I bother you, cough... I'm sorry..." He coughed, apologized in a low voice, and then whispered before Ji Sheng could speak, "I have a headache."
His tone was softer than usual, and he exhaled softly, sounding like he had no strength.
Ji Sheng threw his anger out of the sky, grabbed the phone and asked nervously, "What's wrong, did you catch a cold?! Did you get caught in the rain before?"
"Maybe..." Xie Xuanming coughed on that side.
Xie Xuanming's body is very strong, and he has never been to the hospital several times since he was a child. Unexpectedly, there were some accidents this time. On the first day after the rain, my throat was a little sore. I continued to film for a few days without paying attention, and the cough could not stop. Xie Xuanming paid more attention to it and took the expired cold medicine After eating, the condition got worse the next day, and I caught a bad cold.
Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't hide his physical discomfort. When Xie Xuanming was filming, he was top-heavy. He made several mistakes in a trance and the director directly sent him back to his room to rest.
Xie Xuanming ate two mouthfuls of food, fell asleep for a while without appetite, woke up with a terrible headache, he didn't want to go to the hospital, instead his head twitched and he called Ji Sheng,
Although there is no scientific basis, Xie Xuanming's spirit instantly lifted a lot when he heard Ji Sheng's anxious "fever?", "Did you see a doctor?", "Have you taken your medicine?" The unstoppable rise made the headache disappear immediately.
"I'm fine." Xie Xuanming coughed again, and said in a low voice, "It's just that I'm bored in the hotel alone, and I don't know who to call when I call."
He said: "I didn't get through just now. I thought Brother Ji, you were busy with other things and wouldn't answer my call."
He spoke miserably, and when Ji Sheng thought about his family situation, and then recalled the first phone call he hung up, his heart was stabbed suddenly, and the pain was obvious.
"I'm sorry." Ji Sheng said, "I just... had something to do, so I was late."
"Is it done now?"
"Forget it."
"Brother Ji, can you sing me a song?" Xie Xuanming coughed again, and whispered, "My head hurts, my stomach hurts, and I can't eat, and I can't sleep after lying on the bed for a long time."
"I can't even sing to you so that you don't have a headache." Ji Sheng was a little worried, "How about I order you a cold medicine takeaway, or if you want to eat something, I'll order it for you."
"I've taken the medicine, I don't have any appetite." Xie Xuanming said sickly, "It's just a headache, please sing me a song, I won't feel bad after singing a song."
"..." Although very idealistic, Ji Sheng had no other choice, "Okay, what are you singing?"
"Fruit Candy, the song from the Qingchu Band Festival competition."
"I know, your original song." Ji Sheng paused, and said a little embarrassedly, "I don't remember the key."
"It's okay, I remember." Xie Xuanming hummed in a low voice.
Ji Sheng repeated.
Xie Xuanming hummed again, and Ji Sheng followed.
Xie Xuanming's voice was low, leading the way, and Ji Sheng gradually remembered the tune, from singing with him to being with him.
The two sang together in a low voice, and then started from the beginning tacitly after the end.
After two or three times, Xie Xuanming's voice gradually lowered, more like a raving in sleep than singing, and finally, the raving also disappeared.
Listening to the gradually steady breathing on the other end of the phone, Ji Sheng asked "Xiao Xie" softly, but when he didn't get a response, he quietly cut off the call.
After finishing the call with Xie Xuanming, Ji Sheng found his assistant and wanted to go to Xie Xuanming's agent's WeChat, and sent him a message saying that Xie Xuanming was sick, please bring him some medicine and porridge, then quit WeChat, and sat down on the bed for a while , I remembered that I hung up Sheng Kongzhi's call.
After the emotions passed, Ji Sheng calmed down quite a bit, and when he thought about it later, he felt that his attitude towards Sheng Kongzhi was a bit too much.
He clicked on the address book, intending to call Sheng Kongzhi back and apologize.
Played twice, no one answered.
I don't know if Sheng Kongzhi couldn't pick it up at the training time, or he was too angry and didn't want to pick it up.
No matter what it is, Ji Sheng found out in bewilderment that he didn't seem to care much.
Halfway through the third attempt, Ji Sheng hung up the phone without hesitation.
He finally clicked on WeChat, sent Sheng Kongzhi a "sorry" on WeChat, and sent a few crying emoticons as an apology.
It took Sheng Kongzhi more than ten minutes to reply to his corresponding emoji, Ji Sheng hesitated, and did not reply again.
Halfway through the tour itinerary, Ji Yueming's final diagnosis was made at the hospital.
.
Ji Yueming's condition is stable, but no doctor can tell when she will wake up.
vegetable.
Ji Sheng, who rushed to the hospital in a hurry, was stung by the doctor's calm words while clutching the medical case.
He thanked the doctor in a daze, and walked out of the room, just when the police called.
There was some guilt in the tone of the contacted policeman.
Surveillance on the road where Ji Yueming's accident happened was strangely broken. Because it was a heavy rainy day, there were no witnesses at the scene. The cameras two roads away did capture the van passing by the vehicle suspected of causing the accident, but the license plate was deliberately covered up and could not be seen even after zooming in. clear…
After Ji Sheng listened in silence, he finally said, "Is it an accident?"
The policeman was silent for a while: "According to the investigation, it is more likely to be artificial. We called to ask your mother, who did Ms. Ji Yueming have a holiday with on weekdays, and did she offend anyone..."
"Should... no." Ji Sheng stared at the ground, his eyes flashed with obscurity, "If it's really man-made... then it probably came for me."
After explaining the special nature of the profession to the police, the police also encountered difficulties. After all, it is almost impossible to find criminals among tens of thousands of black fans.
The police finally said that they would continue to investigate, but both of them knew that the matter would probably end up as nothing.
The tour was still going on, and by the time of the last stop, Ji Sheng had already lost 8 catties, his performance clothes were hanging on his body empty, and occasionally he would experience dizziness and nausea due to hypoglycemia.
But how to say, he finally carried it through.
Two days after the end of the solo tour, it will be Ji Sheng's birthday party.
Ji Sheng filmed a commercial for a day, rested for half a day, and started running around the rehearsal process for the birthday party.
In order to celebrate his birthday, Sheng Kongzhi also asked for leave from the group and came to the commercial shooting site to pick up Ji Sheng from get off work.
Their relationship is a bit more distant than before, but after all, they are bamboo horses and lovers. When Ji Sheng saw Sheng Kongzhi, he hesitated and stepped forward to hug him.
"Didn't you join the group?" Ji Sheng asked.
"I'm on leave, I'll be with you today." Sheng Kongzhi said.
Sheng Kong knew that he hadn't booked a hotel, so he took Ji Sheng's room at night.
He went in to take a shower, Ji Sheng played with his phone for a while, and after the low battery warning came out, he started to search for the charger.
He found himself leaving the charger on the car.
"Do you have a charging cable? My phone is out of battery!" Ji Sheng turned his head and shouted towards the bathroom.
"I have it in my bag!" Sheng Kongzhi shouted back in the bathroom.
Ji Sheng leaned back on the bed, and with difficulty pulled his backpack over from the bedside table at the other end.
He opened Sheng Kongzhi's bag, and when he was looking for it, something fell out with a "snap".
Ji Sheng picked it up.
Half a poker-sized box with the label facing down, Ji Sheng turned it over to see its true face.
condom.
Ji Sheng looked at it for a while, then silently stuffed the condom back into the bag, and then put the bag back on the bedside table.
He plugged in the charger and lay down on the head of the bed.
It is normal for men of this age to have needs. He and Sheng Kongzhi have been in love since they were young, and they have been in love for many years, but due to various things, they have not been able to reach the closest step. The closest time for the two of them is to sleep under a quilt in a regular manner, and Ji Sheng originally thought that tonight would be no exception.
But Sheng Kongzhi seems to intend to go one step further.
As a lover, Ji Sheng seems to find no reason to refuse.
Ji Sheng looked at the phone absently, and the page didn't move for a long time.
Sheng Kongzhi quickly came out of the bathroom, wiped his hair and walked to the bed.
"There is a hair dryer in the desk." Ji Sheng said.
"Okay." Sheng Kongzhi walked to the desk.
The hair dryer was plugged in, and a slight roar echoed in the room.
Sheng Kongzhi moved his lips twice while blowing his head.
"What?" Ji Sheng yelled and asked, "The hair dryer is too loud, I didn't hear it."
"I said—" Sheng Kongzhi amplified his voice, "I have some friends who want to hold a birthday party for you."
"Friends? College classmates?"
"No...you haven't seen it."
"...I haven't seen why you want to celebrate my birthday." Ji Sheng was baffled.
He knew that Sheng Kongzhi had made friends in the circle, but those people in the circle...
Ji Sheng frowned slightly.
It's not worth dating, Sheng Kongzhi always gives him a bad feeling when he gets close to them.
"They know you, and a few of them are your fans." Sheng Kongzhi added, "I'm an old fan, the kind who was there in every performance when Qing Chu was still here."
"Oh, I didn't know that Qingchu had such long-lasting fans." Ji Sheng's expression eased a lot, but after he thought about it, he realized that it was impossible, "But I have a performance the next day, and it's inconvenient the night before. go out."
"Just to show up." Sheng Kongzhi said, "They all know that we have a special status and won't play until late."
Having said all this, it would be too embarrassing for Ji Sheng to refuse again.
He thought about it and said, "Okay."
Sheng Kongzhi's tense expression suddenly relaxed, he blew his hair hastily again, unplugged the hair dryer, walked to the bed, and put his arms around Ji Sheng.
At first, it was still a normal hug, but after a while, Sheng Kongzhi's hands gradually lowered dishonestly, toward the hem of his clothes.
About to touch the skin, Ji Sheng suddenly struggled.
He reached out and pushed Sheng Kongzhi away with unquestionable strength.
"I'm going to take a shower." Ji Sheng said lightly without looking at him.
He got up, walked to the door of the bathroom and stagnated again, looked back at Sheng Kongzhi, and said as if he had made a decision: "I'm very tired today, I want to go to bed directly after taking a shower, you don't have to wait for me, go rest first."
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