Zhou Yanqing thought that he couldn't fall asleep, because the antipyretics would take effect quickly, and the sound of Xiao Sa's wind outside was very hypnotic. He stared quietly at Song Yu's back, and unconsciously lowered his eyelids. Into dreamland.
This time he slept very peacefully, and was not disturbed by any nightmares. He only faintly felt a warm palm resting on his forehead and cheek from time to time.
Song Yu kept guarding Zhou Yanqing and changed his towels a few times. It wasn't until a little later that he was sure that Zhou Yanqing's fever had subsided, so he went back to the small bamboo building lightly.
Dafeng went to bed early, because Song Yu had already taken a shower and went to bed in the dark.
It was late at night, and he had been lying on the bed for a long time and still didn't feel sleepy at all.
It seemed that he hadn't experienced this kind of chaotic and clueless night for a long time. At least in the past half month, although he occasionally suffered from insomnia, he was not as restless as today.
A ray of moonlight shone on the floor through the gap in the curtains, Song Yu stared at the light in a daze, many memories involuntarily flooded up in his mind, all related to Han Jin.
From the first meeting yesterday to today's recording of the whole day's program, Han Jin's naked adoration eyes made him unable to turn a blind eye. Different from Zhou Yanqing's implicit and careful admiration, Han Jin's eyes are straightforward and frank, staring at people like attacking a city and conquering the ground, making people defenseless.
Song Yu couldn't help thinking of all kinds of past lives with Han Jin, and also couldn't help feeling a little hesitant.
As soon as the screen turned, Song Yu suddenly remembered the dream he had before.
In the dream, he saw with his own eyes a pair of withered bones of himself hanging alone on the bright chandelier, crumbling with the bleak autumn wind blowing in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Suddenly, a mixture of anger, hatred, and reluctance rushed over, overwhelming Song Yu's breathing. In the darkness, he gritted his teeth tightly, and the muscles in his cheeks tensed.
He is ashamed of his hesitation and retreat. He should firmly move towards the most important node in his life and reverse the gears of fate.
He was not reconciled, at least he had to find out whether the medicine had been changed, and by whom? He still needs to figure out why Han Jin fell into Meng Shiping's embrace since Han Jin pursued him so violently at first? If the medicine was really replaced by Meng and Han, what exactly did they want from him to be so frantic? Is it for money
Thinking of this, Song Yu's eyes were ignited with flames of hatred, his chest was burning hot, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling, which made him unable to calm down for a long time.
He pulled up his collar irritably and covered his face, a familiar scent entered his nostrils. He took a deep breath, and there was a smell of citrus, which was Zhou Yanqing's fragrance.
It was only then that Song Yu remembered that he was wearing Zhou Yanqing's clothes, and the little assistant never used perfume, so the scent on the clothes should be like laundry detergent. Strange to say, Zhou Yanqing lives in his house, and the two of them use the same body wash and laundry detergent, but he can't smell this smell on himself.
The light and fresh citrus scent makes people feel peaceful. Song Yuna turned on the phone, and the wallpaper was a photo sent to him by Zhou Yanqing in the morning after the rain in Wanhu Village. A crumbling crystal-clear drop of water hangs on a young rose leaf. The wanton upward posture looks full of business, which makes people yearn for it.
Song Yu rubbed the phone screen and slowly lowered his eyelids.
After a sleepless night, Gale's bed was empty when he woke up in the morning.
Song Yu got up neatly, and when he broke free from his ideological predicament, his body and mind became light and comfortable.
He quickly washed up and went downstairs. The director hadn't arrived yet, but several camera teachers had already started working. In the last issue, apart from the usual strong wind, other people were actually not used to it. There are cameras to follow everywhere, and it is inevitable to feel awkward and stiff. .
Liu Ranyi was lazily leaning on the sofa. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and complained to Tong Shuang: "For some reason, the plug of the water heater in our room suddenly became loose, causing me to take a cold shower in the morning, ahh!"
"Have a cold?" Song Yu sat down and expressed concern.
Liu Ranyi sniffed, and couldn't help complaining: "Mr. Song, the water heater in our room..."
"Ran Yi, Teacher Dafeng asked us to help wash the vegetables and tomatoes. Let's have noodles this morning." Han Jin came out from nowhere, lying on the back of the sofa and hugging Liu Ranyi's shoulder affectionately.
Liu Ranyi listened to Dafeng's words very much, and got up without saying a word, and Tong Shuang was naturally embarrassed to sit still.
Song Yu's eyes darkened, and he stood up calmly, planning to go to the vegetable garden to water the vegetable seedlings that just poked their heads.
Cheng Peng and Yang Bin were chatting in the yard. Seeing Song Yu, Cheng Peng's expression changed, and he turned his head to avoid looking at each other.
Yang Bin didn't know Cheng Peng's detours, and greeted Song Yu generously.
Song Yu said "Good morning" politely, and then he smiled at Cheng Peng again.
This smile is simple and pure, with a sense of intimacy. This was beyond Cheng Peng's expectation. The two of them were still facing each other on the fishing boat yesterday. He froze in place, not knowing whether to continue with a cold face or respond with a polite smile. Just as his facial expression became moody because of hesitation in his heart, there was a rustling sound behind him.
Zhou Yanqing just climbed up a small steep slope, standing outside the bamboo fence in the vegetable garden and waving at Song Yu non-stop, the smile on his face was brighter than the morning sun this morning.
Only then did Cheng Peng realize that Song Yu was smiling at his little assistant, his face turning pale and embarrassing, wanting to leave this broken island by ferry immediately. Fortunately, no one noticed him, he entered the bamboo building with a gloomy face.
Zhou Yan saw that the cameraman was taking pictures of Song Yu, so he stood outside the fence to hide from the camera, but Song Yu walked towards him.
"Do you still have a fever?" Song Yu reached out and touched Zhou Yanqing's forehead through the waist-length bamboo fence.
"Song, Teacher Song." Zhou Yan was taken aback, and couldn't speak very fluently, "Camera, camera."
Song Yu carefully felt the temperature of Zhou Yanqing's forehead, and after confirming that it was normal, he said, "It's okay, it will be edited later."
Zhou Yan lowered his head lightly and didn't say anything else. He grabbed his backpack and wanted to share some of the breakfast he brought with Song Yu, but he remembered that this was prohibited by the director's order, so he had to give up.
"Teacher Song, it's time for breakfast." At this moment, Han Jin grabbed the door frame and shouted towards the yard.
Song Yu turned around and responded, and said lightly to Zhou Yan: "I'm going to have breakfast, you find a cool place to stay, and tell Brother Meng if you feel uncomfortable."
"Okay, I got it." Zhou Yan smiled lightly, thinking of Song Yu taking care of him every step of the way last night, his chest felt hot for a while.
Han Jin still stood where he was, his hand gripping the door frame gradually tightened. He stared intently at Zhou Yanqing, with a hint of mischief between his brows.