Xia Xingcheng is sick. Everyone thinks that he got sick because of the water that day while filming, but he thinks maybe it was because of too much mental stress and a little bit of cold, even in the summer, he couldn't handle it, so he first got stuffy nose and sneezing, and then his whole body was numb that night. Fatigue, muscle soreness, and heat.
The filming was suspended the next day, and Xia Xingcheng went to the hospital accompanied by his assistant.
He felt very sorry that his physical reason affected the progress of the shooting, and took the initiative to ask the doctor to give him an infusion, hoping to get better faster.
Xia Xingcheng was admitted to a separate ward in the hospital, lying groggy, without energy or appetite.
He has always felt that his health is very good. Even if he has a cold, he can take two pills and sleep well. It seems that such serious physical symptoms have not happened in a long time.
At noon, He Zheng and two assistant directors came to see him.
He Zheng said let him rest in peace and not think about filming.
Xia Xingcheng nodded and said that he understood, but he was still anxious.
He Zheng and the others left shortly after sitting.
Xia Xingcheng was very tired and disliked that the assistant was always making noises in the ward from time to time, so he kicked people out, wrapped himself in the quilt and closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When he woke up again, Xia Xingcheng noticed that there was someone in the ward. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Yang Youming leaning back against the window sill, staring at him.
Xia Xingcheng couldn't tell for a while whether he was dreaming or not.
The afternoon sun shines in from the window, unlike the lights in the shed, it is the real light with the taste of the sun, which outlines the outline of Yang Youming with a thin golden edge.
"Awake?" Yang Youming asked him.
Xia Xingcheng moved his arm, only to realize that he was sweating profusely in the air-conditioned ward, so he pulled down the quilt and wanted to sit up.
Yang Youming noticed his movement and said, "Lie down, don't get up."
Xia Xingcheng saw a bunch of flowers on the bedside, which should have been sent by Yang Youming. The golden yellow mixed with pink and white flowers looked warm and alive. He thought that this must not have been chosen by Yang Youming himself, but by Li Yun who helped him take care of it.
"Is it better?" Yang Youming asked him.
"It's much better," Xia Xingcheng replied, this is the truth, at least he didn't feel dizzy and tired, and he didn't want to go to sleep anymore, but the moment he opened his mouth, he felt that his throat was dry.
He sat up anyway, trying to pour himself some water to drink.
Yang Youming walked to the bedside table, picked up the kettle and poured a cup of hot water before him, and handed the cup to him.
Xia Xingcheng took it and said, "Thank you." He took the cup to test the temperature, and then began to gulp down the water.
Yang Youming sat down on the chair beside the bed.
Xia Xingcheng drank the water, put the cup back on the bedside table, and felt that there was water flowing from the corner of his mouth to his chin, so he lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe it. In front of Yang Youming, he seemed uncomfortable doing anything.
Yang Youming didn't speak, leaning against the back of the seat, his eyes kept falling on his face.
Xia Xingcheng said, "I'm sorry, Brother Ming's time was delayed." Yang Youming's time is much more precious than his.
Hearing what he said, Yang Youming smiled lightly, "No delay, I don't have any other plans after the filming."
Xia Xingcheng looked at the tip of Yang Youming's nose. It wasn't that he didn't want to look directly into his eyes, but he just wanted to avoid him. Take care of the family?"
Yang Youming didn't answer his question directly, but instead asked, "Do you like my movie?"
Xia Xingcheng was sitting on the head of the bed, but now he straightened his back and said in a strong tone, "I like it very much. I have liked it since "Ask Jianghu"."
"Ask the Rivers and Lakes" is a martial arts movie made by Yang Youming more than ten years ago. He cooperated with a very well-known director. He was not the leading actor at that time, nor was he the most famous actor, but Xia Xingcheng felt that his role was the brightest. eye.
How old was Xia Xingcheng at that time? It's like he hasn't finished high school yet.
Yang Youming looked into his eyes and smiled slightly.
Xia Xingcheng suddenly felt embarrassed by his excitement, he leaned back and explained to himself, "I really have always been your die-hard fan. I came here and wanted to ask you for an autograph, but I didn't. Good to speak."
Yang Youming suddenly stood up, he picked up the marker on the information record board from the end of the bed, and said to Xia Xingcheng, "Where do you want to sign?"
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a while, he just said casually to ease the atmosphere, he didn't expect Yang Youming to take it seriously, and then he could only panic to find something that Yang Youming could sign for him and save it.
It's a pity he didn't bring anything, only a wrinkled clothes soaked in sweat.
Yang Youming sat down beside the bed near him, stretched out his hand to him, "Give it to me."
Xia Xingcheng was slightly startled, and obediently handed over to Yang Youming.
Yang Youming squeezed his palm, asked him to open his palm, and signed his name on his palm with a marker.
Perhaps Xia Xingcheng's body temperature was slightly higher. He felt that the palm of Yang Youming's palm against the back of his hand was a little cold, and he couldn't help itching when the marker swiped across the palm. He resisted and did not withdraw his hand.
Yang Youming signed him a very neat name, held his hand and bent his fingers together and gently placed it on the hospital bed.
Xia Xingcheng looked down at his right hand clenching his fist.
Yang Youming had already stood up, put the marker back on the information board at the end of the bed, and said, "I'm leaving first, you have a good rest."
Xia Xingcheng raised his head, he felt a sense of reluctance for a moment, but soon realized that it was out of time, so he smiled and replied: "Okay, Ming brother, walk slowly, I will let Xiao Tang see you off."
Xiao Tang is Xia Xingcheng's assistant.
"No need," Yang Youming said, "Li Yun is waiting for me outside, just rest."
Xia Xingcheng opened his palm and looked at the signature on it. Before Yang Youming walked out of the ward, he couldn't help but say, "Unfortunately, there is no way to save it."
Yang Youming stopped, turned around and said to him, "It's okay, I'll sign it for you if it's gone."