The two came out from behind the rock, and Gale, as the field control host, guided the two to stand in the center and welcomed them.
The director then introduced: "I would like to introduce to you the guest guests of our 'Let's Go' island tour, one is the internationally renowned violinist Mr. Yang Bin, and the other is our new idol—Youth Actor Han Jin, everyone welcome."
Although the applause was blown sparsely by the sea breeze, it did not diminish the sincerity of everyone's welcome.
I don't know if it was because the sea breeze was too strong, but Song Yu felt that all he could hear in his ears were the sound of the sea breeze and humming, and everyone's mouths were moving, but he couldn't hear the voice, everyone seemed to be acting. Without pantomime, he could only guess what they were doing by their facial expressions.
He saw Han Jin walking towards him, stretching out his white and slender right hand.
Song Yu thought about it for a while before he realized that the other party wanted to shake hands with him, expressing the friendliness of the first meeting. But his body was as if he was frozen, unable to move, and he exhausted all his willpower to raise his arm slightly.
Han Jin raised his sharp eyebrows and took the initiative to hold Song Yu's hand.
The whistling wind and the sharp humming suddenly fell silent.
Song Yu heard Han Jin say: "Brother Song, nice to meet you."
Han Jin's full voice is full of ears, penetrating the present and past lives, bringing Song Yu's memory back to the set of "The Road is Long".
That day was the first day of construction for the crew, and the shooting location was in an old garden house. The owner planted an osmanthus tree in the yard, and clusters of osmanthus flowers hugged the branches, giving off a delicate fragrance.
Song Yu took a small mascara from the camera teacher, sat under a tree and read the script carefully, and two long legs appeared in his sight.
He looked up and saw a handsome young man bent slightly towards him, stretched out his hand, and said, "Hi Brother Song, my name is Han Jin, nice to meet you."
Han Jin did the look in the movie, with a simple white shirt tucked into washed jeans, a pair of classic white and red sneakers, and a college student born in a wealthy family in the 1990s. The eyebrows are sharp and full of vigor, making people unable to move their eyes away, just like this moment.
Song Yu thought about it more than once, whether he likes the real Han Jin, or he didn't come out of the play, and he likes the character edited by others in the movie.
All of a sudden, those quiet winds and Weng's reputation came back again, followed by voices that were clearly whispering in the ear.
"Brother Song, I picked an osmanthus flower for you on the charge of destroying the props of the crew."
"Brother Song, what do you think of my performance today? It's rare that the director didn't scold me today."
"Brother Song, don't you really see that I'm chasing you?"
"Brother Song, I've been chasing you for a year, have you really never been moved?"
"Brother, why are you so reluctant to touch me? Am I too thin or too fat?"
"Brother, give me a kiss."
All kinds of voices were intertwined, disturbing Song Yu's breathing like a spell with some mysterious power, causing him a splitting headache.
Song Yu knew that he had begun to hallucinate again, he bit the tip of his tongue and supported it with all his willpower, maintaining the last sliver of sobriety, trying to make his expression not look so weird.
Peripheral nerves reminded Song Yu that Han Jin let go of his hand, and then he saw Han Jin turn around and walk to Dafeng's side.
Fortunately, there was no gaffe.
"What's wrong with him?" Meng Shiping, who was standing on the periphery of the crowd, asked with a frown, as if he was asking Zhou Yanqing or talking to himself.
Zhou Yanqing ignored Meng Shiping, he looked at Song Yu intently with a cold face, his heart was filled with agitation.
After the two guests came out, he immediately noticed Song Yu's abnormality. Song Yu was struggling to control his body movements, his eyes were a little numb, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He was enduring extreme pain. Like that day on the car to Wanhu Village.
Zhou Yanqing rubbed his hands nervously. He hoped that the beginning of this segment would end in the next minute. He even wanted to interrupt the recording of the show, but he knew that it would cause trouble for Song Yu.
The passage of every second was very slow in Zhou Yanqing's senses. He waited with bated breath until the director suddenly raised his voice and said "Then let's go now", and Zhou Yanqing rushed out.
He turned a blind eye to the cameras, and hurried to Song Yu: "Teacher Song, what's wrong?"
Meng Shiping was originally annoyed by Zhou Yan's rash and reckless behavior, but he followed aggressively and found out about Song Yu's abnormality.
"What's wrong?!"
There was fine cold sweat on Song Yu's forehead, and his face suddenly turned pale. After seeing Zhou Yanqing, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously held the other's hand.
Zhou Yanqing helped Song Yu to sit on a rock, half kneeling to help him block the increasingly violent sea wind.
Others also noticed the abnormal situation at this time, and they all gathered around, and several other guests asked what happened.
Meng Shiping quickly realized that he stood in front of Song Yu and calmly explained: "The low temperature in S City has continued for the past few days, and I suddenly feel uncomfortable in Haibin City. It should be heat stroke."
When the director heard about heatstroke, he immediately paid attention to it, and arranged for his assistant to get the medicine and prepare some light salt water.
Song Yu's mind has returned to clarity at this moment, but his eyelids are very heavy and he can't open his eyes, and his chest is very stuffy. When he heard that Meng Shiping used heat stroke to deal with the director, he almost believed it.
"Teacher Song, bear with me a little longer." Zhou Yanqing was talking to Song Yu while kneading Song Yu's palm.
Song Yu felt Zhou Yanqing's soft hands wandering between his fingers and palms, he tilted his head on Zhou Yanqing's shoulders, and said in a very low voice: "Let me lean on for a while. "
Zhou Yan froze for a moment, then slowly straightened his waist and adjusted to a more comfortable height for Song Yu, before answering: "Okay."
The little assistant's shoulders were hard and narrow, causing pain in the forehead, but it made Song Yu feel safe.
Because of Song Yu's sudden "heat stroke", the recording of the program was forced to be interrupted, and everyone present was a little confused.
Seeing that Song Yu had recovered a bit, the director decisively arranged: "There will be a typhoon in two days, and today's shooting can't be postponed any longer. Teacher Song will go to rest first, and the others will shoot normally."
After listening to the director's arrangement, the staff of the program group took the lead in moving, taking advantage of the gap between the equipment transfer and the strong wind, brought Song Yu salt water, and helped him to feed him half a cup.
Weiwei ran over panting, "Xiao Zhou, arrange a room for Mr. Song, let's send him to rest first, the doctor from the island health center will be here soon."
"No."
"No!"
Zhou Yanqing and Meng Shiping spoke at the same time. Both of them knew that Song Yu was not suffering from heatstroke, but a series of discomforts caused by depression, even if the doctor came, they couldn't find out why.
"Teacher Song is already much better, so I don't need to bother you to make a trip. It should be fine if you lie down for a while." Meng Shiping explained.
Although Weiwei felt strange, she didn't say anything more, just said: "Then come with me, I will lead the way."
Zhou Yanqing was about to help Song Yu up, when a very handsome hand with distinct joints stretched out, he raised his eyes in surprise, and met Han Jin's eyes.
Han Jin smiled slightly and said politely, "Let me carry Teacher Song."
Song Yu held Zhou Yanqing's wrist, raised his head with strength, and answered him with a smile: "No need."
"But you look uncomfortable." Han Jin didn't retreat because of Song Yu's polite refusal.
The corner of Song Yu's mouth twitched, Han Jin is such a person, frank and positive, even if he is rejected, he has to keep trying, otherwise he wouldn't be so patient and chased after him for a year. Realizing that he was trapped in the memories of his previous life again, Song Yu bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to interrupt the useless memories.
"No need." Zhou Yanqing knelt in front of Song Yu with his back on one knee, and he said, "I'll just carry it on my back."
Song Yu was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed. He frowned and looked at Zhou Yan's frivolous body, his heart was very touched.
"Let me do it." Meng Shiping walked over after discussing tonight's shooting plan with the director. He glanced at Han Jin's face casually and squatted down.
Song Yu has recovered a lot after sitting for a while, except that his head still hurts, and there is no other discomfort. He held Zhou Yanqing's arm and pulled him up, and he stood up with his strength. He said softly, "No, I'll go by myself."
Han Jin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Yang Bin asked him to put on the microphone to start preparations not far away, so he had to go back to put on the equipment in two steps.
Weiwei took Song Yu and the others into a small one-story house with only a small living room and a small bedroom.
She explained: "Ms. Song is going to live with other guests this time. There are rooms in that house, but it will be very noisy when the show is recorded, so I arranged it here. This place was originally arranged for Xiao Zhou. Question?"
"No problem, thank you." Meng Shiping replied for Song Yu.
After Weiwei left, Song Yu lay down. He looked at the absent-minded Meng Shiping and said, "Go and watch the program group first. I'll be there after lying down for an hour."
"Is it okay?" Meng Shiping hesitated, "Why don't you stop recording today, and it shouldn't be a big problem for you to re-record some scenes tomorrow."
Song Yu didn't want to delay the normal recording of the show because of himself, he insisted: "No, I'll be fine after taking the medicine and resting."
Zhou Yanqing walked out of the bathroom with a wet towel, and wiped the sweat off Song Yu's face as if no one was there.
Meng Shiping stared at Zhou Yanqing's usual behavior with cold eyes, and said: "Xiao Zhou, look at Teacher Song, I will go back as soon as I go."
Zhou Yanqing couldn't control his emotions, he replied coldly without raising his head: "Okay."
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Xiao Zhou knew many things that even Song Yu himself did not know.