Xia Xingcheng was ill for two days. On the third day, he recovered a little and resumed shooting.
The weather was very hot that night. Fang Jianyuan came out of the shower and turned on the floor fan. He blew on himself without shaking his head, and felt a little cool.
He sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his thin white legs from his shorts. He didn't put his feet in the slippers, but stepped on the slippers with his heels. He stretched his toes and tried to dry his feet with the wind as soon as possible.
It was quiet upstairs.
Fang Jianyuan leaned back, propped himself on the bed with his elbows, and looked up at the ceiling. He knew that Yu Haiyang had not come back.
The sound insulation of the small building is not very good. Sometimes in the next room, when my mother turns on the TV loudly, he can hear it clearly.
And when Yu Haiyang came back, Fang Jianyuan could clearly hear the footsteps on each step of the stairs.
Fang Jianyuan glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was past ten o'clock.
The fan in the room suddenly became louder at this time.
Fang Jianyuan turned his attention from the alarm clock to his floor fan.
The fan made a whining sound, which sounded like the painful whine of the internal machinery. Although the sound was loud, the speed was slowly slowing down. Fang Zhenyuan stared at it in a daze. Seeing that it almost stopped, it suddenly began to accelerate. , the fan blades turned violently, and then slowed down after a while.
After so many back and forth, the noise of the fan suddenly disappeared, and the room became quiet all of a sudden, only the fan blades rotated a few times with inertia, and then stopped weakly.
Fang Jianyuan got up from the bed, tucked his feet into his slippers, walked to the front of the fan and patted its hanging head.
The fan is not responding.
Fang Jianyuan pulled out the fan plug on the wall and plugged it back in, but the fan still didn't respond.
It seems that the fan is broken.
There were fine beads of sweat on Fang Jianyuan's forehead.
He turned off the lights in the room, opened the window completely, and sat quietly on the desk in front of the window.
Although it was night, there was still no wind blowing in. All Fang Jianyuan could feel was the sultry heat, which was full of water and wrapped his whole body. Sweat flowed out.
It seems that a quiet heart can't be naturally cool, Fang Jianyuan thought to himself, not to mention that his heart is not quiet.
It was really uncomfortable to stay in this stuffy room. He remembered that there was a floor fan in the grocery store downstairs, and no one was using it at this time anyway.
Fang Jianyuan jumped off the table, quickly walked out of the room and walked downstairs.
He didn't turn on the lights all the way, and there was light coming in from the glass windows at the corners of the stairs, and every step was faintly visible.
The grocery store on the first floor was a little darker, Fang Jianyuan squatted down and groped for the plug of the electric fan in the dark.
At this time, the small wooden door on the left side of the door of the grocery store was opened from the outside.
Yu Haiyang stepped over the threshold and came in. He heard movement in the darkness and asked, "Who?"
Fang Jianyuan touched the plug, pulled it out with force, and stood up.
And Yu Haiyang also groped for the switch wire on the wall and pulled it gently to light up the incandescent lamp on the top.
Fang Jianyuan's eyes suddenly brightened, and he narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.
Yu Haiyang also saw him clearly, stretched out his hand to close the wooden door, and stood there without moving.
Fang Jianyuan got used to the light and saw that Yu Haiyang was looking at him with a smile on his face. He looked down at himself, and found that the white vest he was wearing was loose and was pulled to one side, and the light-colored nipple on his chest was exposed.
He panicked, and uncomfortably pulled the vest back.
Yu Haiyang took a step forward and looked at him without speaking.
Fang Jianyuan didn't make a sound, bent down to pick up the fan, and walked towards the stairs half-drag and half-hold.