At this moment, the situation was extremely urgent, Rong Yuheng's barren little brain was running fast for a few seconds, and then he held Wen Zezhen's big hand with sincerity, "According to the game principle, one of us will fly east and the other will fly south, and the small crystal can be The best chance of survival."
Wen Zezhen was not confused by the false affection in Rong Yuheng's eyes at all, and his mind was very clear now.
Wen Zezhen's eyes were heavy, "Didn't you say flying together, how did you become a peacock flying southeast?"
Rong Yuheng corrected him, "This is not the meaning of the peacock flying southeast..."
Wen Zezhen didn't listen or listened, and directly hit people's hearts, "You just want to abandon me!"
Rong Yuheng's full of sophistry was stuck in his throat. After a while, he asked a half-compromising question, "Then what do you want to do?"
Now they are all filming in the crew, and they can't even buy a ticket and run away.
Wen Zezhen thought for a moment, then said tentatively, "Let's go and confess to Qu Youhe together?"
"… "
Rong Yuheng took a deep look at Wen Zezhen - he found that every time this person made a mistake, he would be cut into the elementary school model in seconds.
Rong Yuheng taught him, "Not all mistakes can be forgiven as long as you apologize... But you are right, at least we have to correct our attitude first."
Wen Zezhen looked at Rong Yuheng's serious and preaching appearance, and his heart was itching: his little hamster is really good and good.
Wen Zezhen was sucking the hamster erratically in his head, when Rong Yuheng suddenly grabbed him and brought him close to his ear.
The warm breath brushed against his ears, and Wen Zezhen's cheeks were flushed with blush, his heart was beating suddenly, and before he had time to turn his head to chat with Rong Yuheng, he heard the latter say, " Come, I'll teach you to sing."
Wen Zezhen, "?"
…
When Qu Youhe Shao came over, he saw Wen Zezhen and Rong Yuheng standing side by side, looking at him as if they had been waiting for a long time.
Qu Youhe had already had murderous intentions. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately asked, "What are you doing?"
Rong Yuheng gently bumped Wen Zezhen on his side with his elbow.
Immediately afterwards, the two raised their hands at the same time, intertwined their fingers, and clasped them in front of their lower abdomen, their feet twitched, and they stood in a T-step.
Qu Youhe: ...
Rong Yuheng announced to the curtain with a solemn face, "Winter goes to spring, everything recovers, but Wen Zezhen and Rong Yuheng's brains are still frozen, and they can't wake up as promised. Being able to be forgiven - a piece of "Admit Your Mistakes" for Brother Qu."
As soon as Rong Yuheng finished speaking, he took a deep breath.
Immediately, a series of bright and high-pitched beautiful voices flowed out of his throat and echoed in the open field:
"It's all my fault...
Is there any use in admitting mistakes now..."
After Rong Yuheng's singing came out, Wen Zezhen also spoke after a delay of two beats. His voice was low and melodious, overlapping behind Rong Yuheng's singing, like a cello flowing silkily in the air:
"...it's my fault~
...doesn't work...doesn't work"
One high and one low duet lingered in Qu Youhe's ear, like two spider spirits building a silk hole in his mind.
The high and low voices of Rong Yuheng and Wen Zezhen continued to sing, and the two creative actors even adapted the lyrics:
"I have lost - my own Weibo~
Just one small mistake at will, Oh~"
…
When the singing of the two slowly fell, Qu Youhe was still in a trance, and he thought to himself:
Is this the sound of heaven that can lift people up? I'm afraid I'm afraid...
After Rong Yuheng finished singing, after buffering for a few seconds, he stuck out a small head obediently, "Brother Qu, Teacher Wen and I already knew we were wrong, so we made this song specially to show our sincerity."
Wen Zezhen nodded in agreement: Yes, our attitude is correct.
Qu Youhe gradually woke up from the dizziness, he shook his head, trying to shake the hole in his brain, "You..." His open mouth quickly closed again, obviously not from the previous moment. Slow down in the array.
The two main pets were not in a hurry, they just looked at him obediently.
After a long while, Qu Youhe's reason finally returned to the cage. He stroked his chest, whose heart rate was not stable, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Chen, you are really getting better and better."
Wen Zezhen lowered his head and said modestly, "People always make progress."
Qu Youhe, "… "
Rong Yuheng, "..." He seems to be unable to understand the irony.
Fortunately, Wen Zezhen let his team sneak off without Qu Youhe, and it didn't cause any bigger disturbance. After Qu Youhe gave the two of them a lengthy critical education, he turned the matter over.
After Qu Youhe left, Rong Yuheng rubbed his warm feeder and shook Mao Mao, and made a reasonable suggestion, "Sometimes, compliments don't necessarily mean compliments."
Wen Zezhen didn't understand, "Why?" He said, "Every time I compliment you, I mean it with all my heart."
Rong Yuheng's words were instantly stuck in his throat.
He suddenly felt that he was so complicated and sinful - Wen Zezhen was such a kind and simple person, why did he have to let him see through the hypocrisy and thorns of this world
Rong Yuheng pouted him and said, "It's nothing, I'm wrong, those words that compliment you are all sincere. You deserve your name."
Wen Zezhen lowered his head slightly, sweetly enjoying the boo boo of his little hamster, "Well, I see."
…
The filming of the crew is coming to an end, and He Zhou is almost back.
Rong Yuheng was a little worried. He hung up the phone too stiffly last time, and he didn't know if it would be embarrassing to play with He Zhou this time.
However, before Rong Yuheng could figure out how to face He Zhou, a phone call from Rong Congyan broke his peaceful shooting.
When Rong Yuheng received the call, it happened to be the end of the night shooting. The sky was already dark, and the people around could not see each other clearly. The crew cleaning up the camera equipment went back and forth around, and the reflective umbrella was moved to the side with a "squeak", mixed with the conversation of the crew.
The signal on the crew's side was not very good, Rong Congyan's voice came through the receiver, and it was intermittent and his breath was uneven.
"Xiaoheng, come back, Dad has been sent to the hospital."
For a moment, Rong Yuheng only felt that the surrounding voices were moving away from him.
He heard Rong Congyan give an address and say something about fainting. When the other side hung up the phone, he was still in a trance.
Reporting to Shi Qiu, asking for leave from Qian Xinlei, booking a ticket for the latest night flight... Rong Yuheng didn't know how he got these things done, he seemed to follow his instincts. His mind was full of the phrase "Dad sent to the hospital" that Rong Congyan said.
After finishing this, Rong Yuheng was about to get into a taxi when his wrist was suddenly buckled.
He turned his head and saw Wen Zezhen pursing his lips tightly in the night, the outline of his face seemed a little resolute, but his eyes were soft.
"Rongrong." Wen Zezhen called him, stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms and hugged him hard, "You... call me if you have anything."
Wen Zezhen's chest was warm and tight, and Rong Yuheng was buried in his arms, hearing the meaning of the latter's words. His nose was sour, and his chaotic mood instantly calmed down a lot.
Wen Zezhen didn't say "you still have me". In fact, he could take the opportunity to show his sense of existence and enter Rong Yuheng's world, but he felt that saying this would make Rong Yuheng seem to have lost something.
So Wen Zezhen only said "you can call me". He put himself in a position where Rong Yuheng could see when he turned back, and guarded him stably and silently.
Rong Yuheng hugged him back, "I see."
Because they were still in a hurry, the two held each other for only half a minute, then Wen Zezhen let go of him and watched him get into the taxi.
"Drop me a message."
Rong Yuheng nodded. As soon as the window was raised, the red car taillights drew two bright lines in the night, and quickly drove away into the distance.
The flight took off at 2:40 in the morning and landed at 5:00 in the morning. Rong Yuheng got off the plane, called a car and went straight to the hospital.
Rong Congyan only talked about it on the phone, and Rong Yuheng's mind was in chaos at the time, so he still doesn't know the specific situation of Rong Tianshen.
I am afraid because I don't know.
The hall of the hospital is paved with white tiles, and when you step on it, there will be a "da-da" footsteps. The elevator jumped up one by one, and soon stopped at the 5th floor.
Rong Yuheng got out of the elevator, followed the door number given by Rong Congyan and went all the way. After turning a corner, he saw Rong Congyan sitting at the door of the ward with a tired expression on his face.
"Brother—" Rong Yuheng called him and hurried over, "Where's Dad?"
"The situation has stabilized." Rong Congyan put one hand on Rong Yuheng's shoulder, soothing his emotions, "I was in a coma for a while, but it wasn't too serious. I'm sleeping inside now."
Rong Yuheng asked, "What did the doctor say?"
Rong Congyan said, "As people get older, their bodily functions will decline. The doctor said that Dad should have insufficient blood supply to the brain, and he didn't slow down. Fortunately, it was discovered in time, and now there is no problem."
Rong Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
He leaned against the cold wall. Previously, his mood had been very anxious, and when he calmed down, he found that his legs had been shaking slightly.
After Rong Yuheng calmed down, his brain started to work again, "Why is the blood supply to the brain insufficient?"
When Rong Congyan heard the words, his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed.
Rong Yuheng, "?"
Rong Congyan pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "Dad is reading history books recently..."
Rong Yuheng frowned, "I don't read much, so don't bluff me. Reading history books can also lead to insufficient blood supply to the brain?"
Rong Congyan continued to elaborate, "There is a story of Lian Po in the history books, I don't know if you are clear."
Rong Yuheng, "Apologize for guilt?"
Rong Congyan, "No, it's the allusion to the phrase 'Lian Po is old, but he can't eat yet'."
Rong Yuheng thought about it carefully... This allusion seems to be that after Lian Po was dismissed, in order to show that he could still be employed, he ate a bucket of rice and ten catties of meat at a meal. Later, the messenger reported back to King Zhao that Lian Po had gone to the toilet several times during one meal, and King Zhao thought that Lian Po was old.
After Rong Yuheng recalled it, he still couldn't find the logical connection between the two. He even had the slightest doubt about his own knowledge reserve—could it be that he had misremembered the allusion
After thinking to no avail, he didn't understand and asked, "What does this have to do with Dad fainting?"
Rong Congyan looked away, his eyes fell to an unnamed place at the end of the corridor, "... Dad also wanted to verify whether he was old, so he ate a bowl of rice and a few pounds of meat."
Rong Yuheng was simply incredible, "He was stunned!?"
"No." Rong Congyan tried his best to organize his words to make the whole story sound less absurd. "He made many trips to the toilet like Lian Po, but in the end, he got up and fainted because he squatted in the pit for too long."
"… "
Rong Yuheng felt that he had paid by mistake when he came back this time.
The author has something to say: Rong Yuheng: I came back from the crew overnight to see him because of a large scallop that squatted in a pit and fainted! !
Big Scallop: Help me up... I, I can still eat!