"Teacher Song, is there anything better?" Zhou Yan knelt on one knee lightly in front of Song Yu, his tone anxious.
Just now when he saw Song Yu was trapped by the nightmare, he unbuttoned two shirt buttons for him and opened the car window a crack.
The mountain wind brought rain and fresh air into the car window, Song Yu coughed a few times and then panted violently, his chest heaving violently.
"Xiao Zhou, what's wrong with Mr. Song?" The driver noticed something strange through the rearview mirror, so he asked kindly.
Zhou Yanqing straightened his waist to block Song Yu, and replied calmly: "It's okay, Mr. Song is a little motion sick."
"Okay, I'll drive more slowly."
Bean-sized raindrops hit the car window, making a crackling sound. Song Yu gradually regained his slack consciousness. He squinted his eyes and tried to focus his out-of-focus pupils, only then could he clearly see Zhou Yan's frowning brows and bright black eyes in the darkness. The rapid heartbeat and suffocating chest made him realize that he needed to take medicine right now, and he moved his lips and struggled to utter a word—"medicine".
"Where is the medicine?" Zhou Yan heard clearly.
"Luggage, storage bag."
The suitcases they brought were not big, so they put them in the car. Zhou Yanqing immediately opened Song Yu's suitcase, but there were no storage bags except for a few sets of clothes. Zhou Yanqing searched back and forth twice, but still couldn't find it.
He leaned in front of Song Yu and whispered, "Mr. Song, there is no storage bag."
There was a buzz in Song Yu's mind. He remembered accidentally injuring the little assistant and threw the bag on the sofa. Meng Shiping was urging him to go downstairs, as if he forgot to take it.
He propped up the seat with his paralyzed palms so that he could get closer to the car window, and the cool wind entrapped in the rain made Song Yu wake up a lot. He suppressed his trembling lips and teeth, and said in a hoarse voice: "It seems to be in a hotel, forget it. .”
At the same time, Zhou Yanqing also thought of the little bag that scratched his hand, he was so annoyed that he almost bit his lower lip to bleed, if he hadn't been troublesome, he wouldn't have ended up in the hotel.
"Teacher Song, I..."
Song Yu could see Zhou Yanqing's annoyance and apology, he interrupted: "It's okay, it's not that I have to take medicine, I'll just sit for a while."
How could it not be necessary to take medicine
Zhou Yanqing's eyes were hot, and he still had the last 0.01% hope five minutes ago. He hoped that the obituary in Song Yu's studio was fabricated. Song Yu did not suffer from depression four years ago at all. He hoped that the insomnia Song Yu said was just because of too much work pressure, and Song Yu showed it without opinion. Fatigue and sluggishness are due to lack of rest.
Now, Zhou Yanqing's last hope was shattered. He can confirm that Song Yu is indeed suffering from depression. Chest tightness, cold sweat, trembling, and blurred vision are obvious physical symptoms of depression.
Zhou Yan looked down at Song Yu's involuntarily trembling hands, suppressed his distress and sadness, and sat down beside Song Yu decisively. He couldn't help but grab Song Yu's sweaty hands, kneading and massaging Song Yu over and over again from the palm down to the fingertips.
Song Yu didn't refuse, he heard Zhou Yanqing whispering in his ear while massaging: "Mr. Song, do you know why people's hands tremble?"
The warm and soft fingertips slid across the palm, Song Yu's fingertips moved slightly, and he asked in cooperation: "Why?"
"It is said that everyone's index finger is tied with an invisible red thread. At the other end of the red thread is tied a person who loves you. If the other party misses you, he will pull the red thread to let you know. When he pulls, your finger The tip will follow. There are too many people who love you, so you have a red thread tied to each finger."
Zhou Yan lowered his head and was very focused. His soft voice was like casting a spell, and the effect was immediate.
Song Yu's out-of-control hands regained consciousness, and his suffocated chest became much more unobstructed.
He stared at the car window covered with water droplets, silently chewing on the little assistant's words.
A cheating and divorced father, no longer knowing his mother, betraying his friends and lovers, no one in this world loves him.
Song Yu turned his head, stared at Zhou Yanqing's chiseled side face seriously, and finally set his gaze on the other's curled eyelashes. He nodded and said, "Your statement is very romantic."
Zhou Yanqing's hand paused for a moment, he understood Song Yu's implication, and he said firmly: "It's true."
Song Yu smiled lightly and did not refute.
Because of the storm, the originally one-hour drive took a full two hours. Fortunately, the convoy arrived at Wanhu Village safely. It was completely dark, and Wanhu Village was brightly lit, as if the residents of the entire village had turned on all the lights that could be turned on in order to welcome the program group.
The original plan was to start shooting from entering the village this evening, but the plan could not keep up with the changes, and the shooting plan had to be adjusted due to heavy rain.
At the entrance of the village, everyone got out of the car, and Wei Wei, the female assistant who was in charge of Song Yu's living arrangement, came over, and she wanted to take Song Yu and Zhou Yanqing to their residence for the next few days.
On the way, Zhou Yan asked Weiwei softly: "Sister Weiwei, doesn't the script say that the guests will live together?"
Weiwei explained: "The conditions in this village are really bad. The house we used for recording only had three rooms in total, and the teachers were not familiar with it for the first time, and their work and rest habits were also different. The director said that this time let everyone Let's live apart first."
Zhou Yan nodded lightly, he thought it was good, at least it could guarantee Song Yu a quiet sleeping environment.
Soon, they stopped at a small three-story building, which was incomparable to a hotel, but it could be seen that it should be the house with the best conditions in the village.
There are six people from three generations living in this house. The whole family gathers in the living room to welcome guests. They have the simplicity and enthusiasm unique to rural people.
After saying hello to the owner's house, Weiwei led them up to the third floor. She stood at the door of the room and apologized: "Mr. Song, this family is the one with the best conditions in the village. This room is new. People have lived in it, and the daily necessities are brand new. However, the family has a large population and only has this one vacant room, so I feel wronged that Assistant Zhou lives in another place... "
Song Yu opened the door and took a look. There was a bed, a table, a bathroom, and a small balcony.
"It's pretty good." Song Yu looked back at Zhou Yanqing again, "Can you live in another place?"
"D-Of course it's okay." Zhou Yanqing didn't expect Song Yu to ask for his opinion, and his speech was a bit awkward.
Weiwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she has seen many celebrities, big and small, and there are many people with bad tempers. Originally, she was prepared to be complained and blamed, but she didn't expect Song Yu to have such a good temper.
"Then you clean up first. The villagers have prepared a sumptuous dinner for our program group. It's in the vacant elementary school in the center of the village. I'll show you the way in 20 minutes."
"Okay, thank you." Song Yu replied softly.
Twenty minutes later, dozens of people from the program team gathered in a classroom of the village primary school. The villagers are warm and simple. There are more than a dozen tables made up of large tables, small tables, benches and low stools, and each table is filled with steaming home-cooked meals.
Song Yu sat at the table with the guest director, and Zhou Yanqing sat at the table with other artist assistants. They have their own circles and need to integrate as soon as possible.
Zhou Yanqing received a message from Gao Lei within two minutes of sitting down.
After getting off the car, he immediately sent a message to Gao Lei asking him to contact the front desk of the hotel to look for Song Yu's medicine. At this moment, Gao Lei replied that he had found the medicine, and asked the hotel to borrow a car to deliver the medicine to Wanhu Village.
Even at normal driving speed, it would take at least two hours for Gao Lei to go back and forth. Besides, it was still raining and it was so dark that there were not even a street lamp on Panshan Township Road.
Zhou Yan took a look at where Song Yu was. The director Chen Ke was chatting with him, and he took a sip of the boiling water from time to time without moving his chopsticks.
Loss of appetite and weight loss are also physical symptoms of depression.
Zhou Yanqing did not hesitate, hurriedly took two mouthfuls of rice, picked up her mobile phone and left the classroom. He called Weiwei outside and asked her to borrow a car for her. Weiwei winked very much, she gave Zhou Yanqing the car keys without asking any further questions.
After getting in the car and fastening the seat belt, Zhou Yanqing sent a message to tell Gao Lei that he was also leaving and met him on the road.